Sunday, March 21, 2010

Autumn dream




acchanak kuch aisa khayal aa raha tha
ki main koi door—sare sawaal jawab ke ghere se aage
pankh laga ke nikal chhuka huun..tere saath ,Maya
chup ke se kisi ko khabar bhi nehi hai... !

kuch badal ake chune lage the ,
patharon pe payr rakh ke nadi ko paar kar rehi ho
girti samabhalti haansti hui
mera haath thaame

raat karvat lee
aur jaage huey hum, taaron ko dekhtein hai
chaandni se rooh ko bhigo ke.
kuch sookhee patton ki ahat
aur koi awaz nehi
kuch tez saans ke shor ke siwaay

yuun to bahut si raat jaage the hum
tere saath ki gujarish leke
aaj neend na aana kuch khaas hai
aaj tera panha mil jo gaye.

bhor hone laga hai...
lekin raat ka wo sapna
abhi ankhon se gaya nehi..
naa tere Maya, aur na mere!!!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Journey of a River

Many times I found the life is pulling me back. There are many mistakes done by me. The life , relations, society may pointed out my acts and questioned my often. I felt stressed and try to find out the answer of the question where I am lacking. The severe emotion that I have may be pulling me back!

I asked my self “why I am so?”

People have enough strength and control over their life & why I am not like them”. I was upset with the fact. I tried to find out the answer. And, suddenly someone gave me the answer. “you are not like that because you are like a river. Not like any mountain, rock or any other thing”.

And I understand :

The work of the river is to flow , and never to stop. Till it reaches its final destination of the Supreme Soul, and then merges in it forever, losing its own identity. When the river flows, it is full of life. Wherever it flows though, it gives life, spreads greenery & good cheer. Near its banks we find cities and towns – pulsating with life. How much a river helps in building life. You just have to take a dip in it and it cools not just your body but your mind & soul too.

Boats sail on the river. She helps people to reach their destination. But river cannot be like rock all the time with same strength. Hence sometimes she dries up, looses its rhythm, harmony. But again she fills up with water, gains momentum. Starts flowing with the same joy. Yes sometimes she gets angry also. Destroys its bank, forces of her emotion, blow up the materials from its banks and bed. She becomes heavy with the dirt and soils she destroyed. But after some time again she fills up with water and deposits those soils to some other place to make new banks and reduces her own burden.

The river never keeps account of who benefitted from it, who took advantage of it. If she starts to keep an account, then when will she flow? When will its journey be complete? She has some responsibility for herself, which she is bound to complete. Even if she has to suffer in this journey of life, she continues to march forward with her inner strength. Many a people have dumped garbage in her, corpses have floated in it, burdens have increased, yet she precedes smilingly spreading good cheer. She leaves aside the junk and moves forward with her confidence.
It has innate strength to sink a rock too.
God made me like that and for that purpose. And at the end of the day.. I will finish my journey and merge with Sea ( Anant Jeeveevan)


Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Pratibimb..

भोर हुई तो देखा तुम्हे एक गुलाब की पंखुड़ी की तरह
जब सूरज उगा , रौशनी चितकी,तो लगी तुम सूरजमुखी की तरह
जब शाम ढली तो देखापुर्निमा की चाँद की तरह
तब मैंने सोचा की मैं क्या हूँ?
मैं हूँ जल की तरह
बदन को दूं ठंडक और आत्मा को निर्मल
समां जाऊं सब मैं
नाम भी न रह जाएगा
बहूँ तुम्हारे साथ या तुम्हे ले कर
समां जाओ मुझे मैन्चंद की तरह
दूर आकाश पर रह कर भी
देखोगे तो मिलगा वोह तुम्हे जल मैं

His wishes

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Unwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
From William Butler Yeats' poem - He wishes for cloths of heaven

last wish..

If I know that I am going to die

And take a moment to say your goodbyes.

I would like to tell you about all

Remember to respond when your heart calls.

Do Fall in love, each time it comes,

Being happy is the essence, not lonesome,

I am greatful whatever i got,

Love, light, fragrance, I can name a lot.

Pain was mine , it was not bcoz you, i got  hurt,

Life is joy where  griefs small part.

If God comes to grant me a wish,

A new life to make my dream to accomplish.

I will ask for a wing to fly

Let the world serves as my home and road be the sky.

with a bare soul and a beautiful mind

Yes, it is the peace I want to find.

AHALAYA

If you want to discover something in this wreck, you will probably find some stones. At any point in time, that might be me! If you can collect all the pieces and join them to form a shape, you will get the face of Ahalaya (from Ramayan), a woman who is cursed by her own faults. Who will bring life to the stoned cadaver? He (Ram) will undoubtedly come one day. 

incarnation


kuch khwab ka silsila Der tak mera sath chalta raha kaya badalti rahi ,lekin ruh ek se thi.. Ek khwaish yahi ke mukt ho jaun iss silsile se na koi khwab dastak de iss dil me Inn dardon me main khud kahin kho ke rehe gayi Abb dhundna hai apne app ko lekin kisi aur ke ankhon se nehi.