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कलम बेताब है किताब के पन्ने इंतेज़ार में हैं मन विचारों की हलचल से हैरान है विचारों का उफान सब तरफ फैलने को हैं पर शब्द कहीं गायब हैं, इस माहौल से डरे हुए है आखरी बार एक शहर की सकरी सी गली में बने एक मकान के तीसरे माले में देखे गये थे... (C) shubhra, February 23, 2011

मन का विष आँखों के पानी के साथ बहने दो; अंदर रहा तो आतो का अल्सर बन सब खोखला कर देगा|| (C) shubhra, October, 25, 2010

उसने एक रात का वादा किया था अब सारे दिन, इंतज़ाए करते हैं न जाने कौन सा होगा वो दिन जिस के अंत में शाम हाथ पकड़ रात के पास ले जाएगी और पूरा हुगा एक रात का वादा| (C) shubhra, August 5,2010

Oh so you desire a woman? For what if I may ask? To give you a blow job, to make you feel like a man in your own bed or in hers or in someone else’s. What is it that you desire? Her lips, or her full voluptuous breasts, or is it the round and taut bottom. You don’t look like you would desire her for her grey cells. You obviously think she knows nothing. No one knows more than you. You obviously think she is the one who can let you be the master. She is the one who would succumb to you and obey you because that’s what she is suppose to do. Hey buddy, should I but tell you one thing. There is no such thing as free sex. So don’t even dream to get into it. What you want from your woman you may get but I tell you too many complications. Let me give you a free unsolicited advise. Go to a whore house. A whore there does all you want. Doesn’t talk, doesn’t waste time, and doesn’t complicate. Desire - not a woman but a whore. You will get her cheap. (c) Shubhra, 27/10/2009

Today was different, she had warned him but he paid no heed. He smiled and walked towards her, “Come baby”, he cajoled her. She moved back gazing intensely at him and his moves. He probably presumed that she was teasing him. “Come on give me a hug”, he said as he caught her hand and pulled her close. He thought she was teasing him. “Don’t you touch me man”, she said firmly trying to wriggle out from his grip. He came closer and pulled her to him, her warnings fell on deaf ears. She left her self loose and allowed to be pulled, only to pull herself back and lift her right leg high enough to kick him in his stomach. He was caught off guard, he stumbled and saved himself from a fall, “Are you mad,” he shouted, “What’s wrong with you?” Before he could finish the sentence, another strong blow hit him right between his legs. She had regained herself from the 1 st blow and this time hit him straight where she wanted to. “I had told you, don’t touch me”, she screamed. He had by ...

उजड़े हुए नैन ढूँढ रहे हैं उस सपने को जिसने अगले रोज़ नींद में आने का वादा किया था| कम्बख़्त नींद ही नही आई तो सपना कहाँ से आए? (C) shubhra, July 30, 2010

खुली आँख से जो सपना देखूं तो शायद तुझको पा लूँ, बंद आँखों के सपनो पर मेरा बस कहाँ| (C) shubhra, July 28, 2010

लफ्ज़ अपनी मंज़िल ढूढ़ लेते हैं, ज़ज़्बात नज़मों तक पहुँचते हैं, कुछ पन्नो पर उतरेते हैं, कुछ सिर्फ़ दिल मैं ही जीते हैं, ख़ुशी और ग़म से ही जुड़े रहते हैं| अब वक़्त है अल्फाज़ों के जुदा होने का, खुद से, तुम से, मुझसे से, हमारी मोहब्बत से, अब वक़्त है आज़ाद होने का| मसले भी है, और ज़रूरत भी; एक आवाज़ की, एक सोच की| एक उमीद भी है, कि मेरे लफ़्ज़ों को कहीं और पनाह मिले और तुम्हे कहीं और| (C) shubhra, February 19, 2010

It was a Friday Afternoon… I was restless through the day today. I got a message from you this morning that you want to meet and are coming over. It was on a Friday afternoon about a month or so ago when we had last met. The door bell rang at the precise time you had indicated. You came in and sat on the blue velvet couch lying in the corner near the window. You switched on the Television set and surfed the channels mindlessly barely stopping for 10 seconds on each channel. I got you water and went back to make some coffee. The air in the room was heavy. It was difficult to stand there near you. Keeping down the coffee beside you, I softly asked what it was that had brought you here. You fiddled with your coffee mug, brushed your hand through your hair, rubbed your nose and then looked at me uncomfortably. “ Bolo , What do you want to say?” I said shaking inside. Rock hard exterior but my insides were churning. I had no idea what you would say, but I knew you were about to al...

The cool breeze from the window made me curl up. I was aware that it was about time when the alarm would go off. I was already ready to put it on the snooze for just 5 more minutes. Today I didn’t want to get up. I wanted those 5 minutes of extra sleep. The faint breeze, the morning fragrance and 5 minutes of extra sleep; I didn’t want anything more. Lying there I knew that you would open the door for the maids, switch on the water pump and get the tea ready. I felt you near the bed. You ruffled my hair and sneaked your hand inside the quilt to stroke my back. Your cold hands touched my neck and made me shiver and I turned the other way taking your hand along with me. I felt your hand slipping inside my shirt and stroking my bare back and moving to wherever the fingers guided it. Occasionally touching my breasts and moving away after teasing them. I felt your warm breath on my ear. I could hear the pattern of your breathing too. Your smell filled my space and I found you so very clos...

In one single moment… Shoved in fire thrust out of womb; A life abruptly ended another hesitantly begun; In one single moment Pushed and pulled; Burnt and recreated; Agony and ecstasy; Lost self and found over; Died; Born anew; All in one single moment. Shubhra © October 28, 2009

कब से भरे हुए थे बादल आखिर हार कर बरस ही पड़े मन अब भी समेटे हुए है सब कुछ बाँध की दीवार हो जैसे बाढ़ को थामे.... न रोक इस बरसात को, ए मन न डर तू, कि भीग जाएगा वो सावन ही कैसा जिसमे तन और मन ना भीगे शुभ्रा, जुलाइ 28, 2009

I am full to the brim threatening to spill over. I wish I could find a reason that appears legitimate to the world. Shubhra Redone on April 12, 2009

तुम्हारे जन्मदिन पर... क्या दूं तुम्हे... एक दुआ कि तुम खुश रहो आबाद रहो मुस्कुराते रहो खुशियों में ऩफा ग़म में नुकसान हो सेहत में इज़ाफ़ा काम और नाम में बरकत हो उम्र कि गिनती सालों से नही लम्हो से हो... प्यार, शांति, सुकून आने वाले साल में ये सब तुम्हारा हो आने वाला साल तुम्हारे लिए अच्छा हो यही मेरा तोहाफा यही मेरी दुआ... जन्मदिन मुबारक हो!!! शुभ्रा 24 December 2008 1230 am

They met like the raindrops meet the parched earth. They embraced, her face fitting perfectly between the curves of his back. Her arms around his waist and his arms on hers, talking about everything till the seconds converted into minutes and minutes into hours. together till the sun set and the moon came knocking. They loved, laughed, talked and cried… till her tears and his sweat merged and there was nothing but some salt between them. They were together again, and between them the time melted and the moments froze. Shubhra June 28, 2008

I beat her to death or near death the pink skin is no more pink its red and blue her body does not smell of jasmine it smells of blood after I am exhausted and done I cannot take her anymore then there I lie with her soaked in her blood and in my sweat I possess her at that moment her limpless body and lifeless soul something I could not do when she was alive I had given her 24 hours to run the last lap of her life to do whatever she wanted to say hellos and if need be some byes... to express thanks or to say sorry... 24 hours was all she had after that she would never be the same I had told her very clearly don't know if she believed me but now she lies there spent and over I feel victorious I finally possess her no one can take her away now, no one!!! Shubhra September 26, 2008

तुम इतने परेशान क्यूँ हो बाबू? आओ हमारे आँगन मॅ ज़रा खंबे से टेक लगा कर बैठो. थोड़ी ठंडी हवा मॅ साँस लो तुलसी वाली चाय बनाती हूँ पियोगे ना? आओ तुम्हारे सर मॅ नारियल का तेल लगा दूँ. आँख बंद करो और दे दो माथे कि लकीरें मुझे कॉंट्रॅक्टर से जो झगड़ा करके आए हो वो भी दे दो एक सफेद चादर बिछा देती हूँ गयी रात घर मॅ हुई नोक झोक, बंद ना होने वाली फोन कि घंटी, दफ़्तर मॅ पड़े काग़ज़ के ढेर, बहन के रिश्ता कि जाँच, वो बरामदे का फ्यूज़ बल्ब, गाड़ी का डेँट, घर का पैंट, वो नया काम, मकान मालिक का नोटीस, और बाकी सब डाल दो इस सफेद चादर मॅ बाँध दो सब एक साथ अपनी सारी परेशानियाँ एक पोटली मॅ और छोड़ दो मेरे आँगन मॅ सारा बोझ उतार कर हल्का महसूस करोगे शायद वो मुस्कुराहट अपना रास्ता वापस ढूढ़ ले शायद चाल मॅ वो तेज़ी लौट आए झुके हुए कंधे उठ जाए और चेहरे कि चमक उजागर हो जाए शायद तुम अपने आप से दोस्ती कर लो, ये पोटली यहीं छोड़ दो मेरे पास, खुद से खुद को आज़ाद कर लो और इतने परेशान मत हो बाबू. शुभ्रा, May 23, 2008

The sun scorched earth and they simmered. Some got burnt, some dried some just cried. Some hid in a shady corner, some indoors, some under the green cover, lifeless and limp vigor lost. Then came rains to ease their pain. The first showers cleansed the body, the next their soul. My plants, my dear plants… Today it rained They again go green regain their lost sheen Full of joy, smiling from ear to ear Leaves flirt with each other dancing to the rhythm of rain drops Their wait has come to an end Then the rain stopped there was calm They had made peace with the sun. Shubhra. June 2007.

It rained this morning. The rainwater on the parched earth, emanated an earthy fragrance. Wind danced like a little girl and the lightning illuminated the sky 4 O' Clock in the morning nature was enacting a play. I got up, a willing audience. The breeze tugged at my heart the earthy fragrance reminded me of you. Suddenly I missed you how I wished we could have watched this play together and then joined in as actors adding our own script, making our own music. This morning it really rained, it was beautiful it still is... shubhra 1st April, 2008 8.00 am

किसने कहा कि ज़िंदगी आसान होगी पर सोचो ज़रा इतनी मुश्किल भी तो नही घास पे ना चले तो क्या पर सीखा संभालना हमने पथर पे चलके ही किसने कहा कि ज़िंदगी आसान होगी पर सोचो तो इतनी मुश्किल भी नही सीखा है संभालना पत्थरों पे चलके पर ऐसा नही कि घास के काबिल भी नही शुभ्रा, जन्वरी 29 2008