Poems · कविताएँ

रेखा · The Line

हिन्दी

बिस्तर के बीचों बीच उभरी रेखा
लुप्त हो जाती है
जब मेरी पत्नी अपना तकिया
मेरी तरफ खिसका देती है
यह रेखा जो अदृश्य है
शूल की तरह चुभती है
दोनों को
तुमने खींची है यह?
नहीं
तुमने ही खींची है?
नहीं
फिर कैसे उभर आती है यह?
तुम सोचो
तुम भी सोचो
सोचा, हां।
यह रेखा न खींचने से खिंचती है
न मिटाने से मिटती है
यह केवल भ्रम है
हमारे बीच।

English

A line rises in the middle of the bed
and disappears
when my wife slides her pillow
towards me.
This line, which cannot be seen,
pricks like a thorn,
both of us.
Did you draw it?
No.
Did you?
No.
Then how does it appear?
You think.
You think too.
Thought? Yes.
This line is not drawn by drawing,
nor erased by erasing.
It is only an illusion
between us.

English translation from the Foundation’s archive, lightly edited.