Sunday, October 24, 2010
to my Gurudev
I searched the million corners of the
Universe, not knowing even,what it was , the soul yearned for....Now that U have given me a direction Hey Gurudev,I know what it was I always lacked..it does not matter what my Destiny, nor if there is one at all..I walk the Path, I walk the Path...and the Soul rests ...satisfied........
Who am I..?..or is it, What Am I..?????
I am a human
I have likes
I have dislikes
I feel joy
I feel pain
I feel pity
I feel compassion
I fear
I love
I yearn
I laugh
I cry
I win some
I lose some
I am human
I walk the earth, with patience
while my spirit flies, with abandon
and yet do I yearn
to free myself of this bondage
I am human
but seek deliverance
from the very things that make me human
thus do I oscillate
between life and death
between death and life
till the two become synonymous
and I know not the difference
I have likes
I have dislikes
I feel joy
I feel pain
I feel pity
I feel compassion
I fear
I love
I yearn
I laugh
I cry
I win some
I lose some
I am human
I walk the earth, with patience
while my spirit flies, with abandon
and yet do I yearn
to free myself of this bondage
I am human
but seek deliverance
from the very things that make me human
thus do I oscillate
between life and death
between death and life
till the two become synonymous
and I know not the difference
Thursday, June 3, 2010
47- bahut kuch keh jathi hai zindagi.....
zindagi ke bhi kya kehne...
bahut kuch dikha jaathi hai zindagi.......
indradhanush ka nazaara , aasmaanon mein sajaakar
har rang se humein waaquif kara dethi hai, zindagi......
subeh ki ujli kiran ki tarah muskaathi ,
tithliyon ke peeche hai humein daudaathi, zindagi.......
kabhi dopeher ke tapthe dhoop mein..
humaare pairon ko hai jala daalthi, zindagi......
shaam ki sheetal hawaayein ,
humaare aanchal ko hai leheraane lagtheen..
kuch pal yun hi madhosh, madh-mast hokar, hum panchiyon sang , hain gun-gunaane lag jaathe ...
jaise apna wajood hum mein khojthi huein
aagosh mein apna ,humein sama kar
Saturday, May 29, 2010
46-Sehra
Sehra mein bhatak rahe the, hum toh
laga tanha hain hum..
phir halki si ek aah sunaayi di..
koi taqleef mein tha..
humse raha nahi gaya..
jaane kyon uski karraah ne
humein jhanjhod diya..
jaise woh koi ajnabi nahi
mera apna hi ek hissa tha..
hum tilmila uthe
laga, uski taqleef se
humaari jaan nikal jaayegi
uske kareeb hum gaye..
ajeeb si kashish thi usmein
kab kaise dil mein uttar gaya, pata hi na chala
chale the hum uski taqleef dur karne
woh khud humaare zakhmon ka marham ban gaya..
ab aadat si ho gayi hai, uske kareeb hone ki..
khayaalon mein aise woh ghar kar gaya..
phir humein tanhaayi ke us andhere mein
akele na chodna ae dost
ab darr lagne laga hai
sehra ke gumnaam raaston se..
bas itna karam kijiye..
humaara dum nikalne talak
yun hi humse mulaaqaat karthe rahiye....
45-I heard u call my name
I lay in bed pale n ill
the mind growing faint n fainter still
delirious…………..through the haze
I felt a presence by my side
……the warmth of ur hand upon my brow
u bent o’er me….
ur sweet fragrance filled the air…
the warmth of ur breath caressed my face..
from somewhere far away
I heard u call my name..
groping thro’ the darkness
i tried to answer…to no avail..
albeit sinking into oblivion
I knew I was not alone
U were with me..
….to bring me back…
was it really U?//
Or was it but a dream?//……….
it does’nt matter…..
the sweet fragrance of ur touch lingers on……………………….
44-The rising sun
The rising sun I set my eyes upon..and thought
What a paradise the world is
That darkness lay yonder
was clear only
When the evening sun shone
Through the haze of the misty horizon
A dim fading flicker there
The end of a hasting day there
All over….all gone away
What meets ur eye….is a black, black world—-no more…!!!!!!!
43-tassawwur
Zameen ke tumhare mahalon par
Kiye jaao gumaan tum
vaastha nahi hamaara farsh ki deewaaron se
hum taalukh rakhte hain, arsh ke nazaaron se
udta hai parinda ya martha hai
zameen pe tumhare tiktha nahi hai
Khaak samajhte hain useh hum,
jise tum zindagi ka maqsad banaye phirte ho
Kis baat ka gumaan hai tumhe
naseeb nahi jo kwaab mein bhi tumhe
woh jannat dekhe hain humne tassawur mein…………….
42-mele mein bhi akele.....
zinda toh ek nazar ke liye tarsa jaate hain
mazaar pe beshak diya jalaane pohunch jaate hain..
aisa nahi hai ke andhera hi andhera hai
roshni toh itni hai samete nahi sameti jaati
par ae khuda is rooh ka kya karein
jo mele mein bhi akela hai ……….
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
41-whither peace?...
A chord within my heart vibrates.....
The ripples translate into ur name....
..Soft whispers....sweet murmurs.....
An eternity encompassed in a moment...
A moment, spanning all eternity...
We scale the heights of mountains high..
We traverse the expanse of the skies wide.....
We explore the depths of the oceans deep....
Ur soul merges into mine..
A union that defies barriers ,
Of Space and Time..
U become me and I become U....
There's no dividing Line....
On many a hard rock,
had my soul floundered...
till finally it finds eternal rest...
in the calm shores of ur heart.....
40-a once upon a time friend
In the tempestuous sea of ideas that r urs,yet not urs aloneOf grieviences that r urs, nay not urs alone
Somewhere hidden beneath lies a spring
spewing forth venom…..
the need to overpower, to condemn…
the need to emerge victorious over naught
To all appearances straightforward though u may seem
the Ugliness at the Core shows thru my friend
What once was, which I thought was scattered all over
was but encased in a bowl, which has now overturned
in a whirlpool in the tempestous sea
Gone..Gone…down in the whirlpool
…or down the drain???
The friendship that once was has come to naught
Burnt in the incense cup
To rise up in smoke and intoxicate u
to feed ur insatiable ego
Ur craving for what I can see is an illusory power
U r running after a shadow
Ever confident u have the world on ur palmtop
While I can see….what u hold is a crystal marble
that will fall one day and crash….
Somewhere hidden beneath lies a spring
spewing forth venom…..
the need to overpower, to condemn…
the need to emerge victorious over naught
To all appearances straightforward though u may seem
the Ugliness at the Core shows thru my friend
What once was, which I thought was scattered all over
was but encased in a bowl, which has now overturned
in a whirlpool in the tempestous sea
Gone..Gone…down in the whirlpool
…or down the drain???
The friendship that once was has come to naught
Burnt in the incense cup
To rise up in smoke and intoxicate u
to feed ur insatiable ego
Ur craving for what I can see is an illusory power
U r running after a shadow
Ever confident u have the world on ur palmtop
While I can see….what u hold is a crystal marble
that will fall one day and crash….
39-lehrein kuch kehthi hain
ashkon ne ki hai aaj bewafaayi humse…….
hansi ka chaadar odhe, ithraathi hain, chilman ke peeche……….
waqt ke reith par likhi gayi daastaanein……..
kabhi leheron se mulaakaat kijiye, toh jaano……………………..
tried a rough translation..for my friends..ilanders n others…who do not know hindi…
Tears have learnt to play truant , in recent times..
hiding behind the veil of laughter…
as Joy do they parade….
Meet up with the waves sometimes..
If u are to decipher
the tales written
on the sands of time……
38-I fly free
the waves in youthful mischief, did rear their heads..
rising to meet up with the skies…
Falling they crashed against the gory rocks beneath..
breaking onto bits, to join up with the ocean,
whenceforth they had sprung..
then did they grow wings..to take flight into the clouds..
shedding all fetters , even of the dreams they held..
they fly free, now....the sky is their playfield…
the sun shines off their plumes by day….
by night do they waltz with the moon and the stars…
winds play the harp..
rivers strum the lyre..
sweet melodies from every pearl in sight
do fill the Deep with laughter…
Can you oh skies..can you..??/
Can you still look down and watch me fall apart..
Nay ..i have scaled mountains..
and down valleys have i wound my way around..
the green bowers and sandy dunes..
at my beck and call have been..
my laughter now cuts through your bosom
it is you who cries now , oh skies, not I…
dont you see..???/…
it is you who cries now, not I..
it is you who cries , not I……..
37-fellow travellers on an uinknown path
like the fresh reassuring dawn,
after a fearful thunderous black night…
like sweet , soft music to
the ears…
after the shrill deafening sounds of the market -place..
with
weary feet and heavy tread
having scaled vales and dales
and
surfaced from deep waters ,
to flounder on gory rocks
now that my
soul thus yearns for rest
and the spirit seeks to flee from the rigmarole
of the trappings of
life..
U my friend..
like the soft cool breeze of the grove…
like
calm tranquil shores..
like the fresh reassuring dawn..
like
sweet soft music to the ears…
U walk with me…..
a few miles ……
an unknown journey
indeed…
solitary yes, but not alone…
neither destination nor
pathways…
fellow travellers ………
now walking, now stopping
to
rest awhile…under shady trees..
laughter ringing loud in the air, sometimes….
and bouncing back
from the clouds above…
is it rain-drops or tears ,
trickling
down ur cheeks and mine..
no matter……indeed it does not matter…
weary
and exhausted,
when we do sit side by side..
and I lay my head
upon ur
shoulder, thus……
the peace that fills me, from deep within…
is not of this
world…..
indeed it is …..
of the seven worlds, my friend…
of the seven worlds……
and beyond………
35-kiran......sequel
WHO IS KIRAN>>>?????????
KIRAN is a RAY…..
……..A RAY emanating from a point…and penetrating the darkness around……
KIRAN is a ray of hope, when u r in despair……
KIRAN is the ring of laughter in ur voice, when u r happy…
When u look at something beautiful…and there is that warm glow in ur heart
…as u admire that beauty…
KIRAN is that warm glow in ur heart…
KIRAN is that ray of compassion that wells in ur heart…
at the sight of someone in pain……
KIRAN is that swelling of righteous anger inside u…
…when u see someone wronged…
KIRAN is that desire in u…
to set things right, ..when things go awry…
When u re[a]d about KIRAN…and wanted to know..
Why dont I meet such a KIRAN in my life..!!!
KIRAN was that desire in u …..
to see KIRAN in another……
U tapped ur foot, to the rhythm of sweet music…..
U felt that serene calm inside u…..
when u listened to a soft number flow…..
KIRAN was that feeling inside u…that made u react, the way u did…
U felt a warm glow inside u,,,when u helped someone in need…
KIRAN was that warmth in ur heart….
When u felt something twist inside u…
at the sight of someone in pain……
KIRAN was that something in u…
which made u feel that pain……
KIRAN is…
the poem of a poet…..
the song of a singer….
the innocence of a child…
the love of one who loves…
the faith of the faithful…
the hope of the hopeful…
the compassion of the compassionate…..
KIRAN is ur love for those around u…
KIRAN is the joy that makes u radiant…
KIRAN is the pain that makes u wince…[ cynicism may kill ur pain...it will kill much more of u too]
KIRAN is that POSITIVE ENERGY inside u…
that quells the negativity around u..
There’s a KIRAN inside U..
There’s a KIRAN in those around u…..
HOW MUCH of that Kiran SURVIVES…
is upto each one of us…
KIRAN is the CHILD in U…
..keeping KIRAN alive is nobody’s business, but UR’S..
There’s a KIRAN….emanating from that point that is U..
U have only to OPEN ur heart..
and u can see KIRAN shine through…
KIRAN IS NOT A DREAM>>
KIRAN IS A REALITY>>>
a KIRAN can meet ur gaze..
everytime u stand before the mirror……
……KIRAN IS U……
## kiran
Meet KIRAN…….I’ve always wondered about Kiran…..he exudes a kind of warmth that is contagious..
there’s a kind of radiance that is visible on his countenance, that seems to spring forth from an eternal spring somewhere deep within him… his attitude…like he can take on the world any-time…and nothing can stop him….what makes him seem so happy……?//…no it’s not about something he has achieved…nor about something he has acquired…not even that his life-long dream has been fulfilled….
the things that can send him into raptures can range anywhere from the sight of a bird on a tree…a leaf standing proud on a stem…a beautiful flower..does’nt matter whether it is a garden flower, or just one growing wild along the roadside…..the beauty of a beautiful face…….the simplicity of an ordinary face……the rhythm of music….the flow of poetry…..the sight of the rising sun….or the evening sky,with the birds flying back…..!!!!!!
He identifies with equal ease, with the feelings of those he comes in contact with…. feelings as diverse as the confidence of an achiever,…the diffidence of a non-achiever…..the exhilaration of a winner…the depression of a loser……the mischief of a bubbling teenager….the tranquil saintliness of a sage…..it’s as though he can get into the skin of anybody and feel what they feel…..
He cries without shame one moment, when he is hurt..and laughs like a child the very next minute, if he finds something funny….he can smile thro’ his tears, and laugh his loudest laugh when his insides r actually bleeding…..
the enigma that is Kiran, always surprised me, till i found out Kiran’s secret…i had broken the code……..the child…….the child in Kiran……Kiran had managed to keep the child in him alive……no matter, what came his way….
I remember reading somewhere………
A flower blooms; nobody passes by, yet it is fragrant. It
matters not whether anyone comes to know of it; being fragrant is its
quality.”
this somehow explains Kiran’s personality for me….
feel…feel with ur heart…..the feeling itself becomes ur reward…..and u can laugh life out…….
there’s a kind of radiance that is visible on his countenance, that seems to spring forth from an eternal spring somewhere deep within him… his attitude…like he can take on the world any-time…and nothing can stop him….what makes him seem so happy……?//…no it’s not about something he has achieved…nor about something he has acquired…not even that his life-long dream has been fulfilled….
the things that can send him into raptures can range anywhere from the sight of a bird on a tree…a leaf standing proud on a stem…a beautiful flower..does’nt matter whether it is a garden flower, or just one growing wild along the roadside…..the beauty of a beautiful face…….the simplicity of an ordinary face……the rhythm of music….the flow of poetry…..the sight of the rising sun….or the evening sky,with the birds flying back…..!!!!!!
He identifies with equal ease, with the feelings of those he comes in contact with…. feelings as diverse as the confidence of an achiever,…the diffidence of a non-achiever…..the exhilaration of a winner…the depression of a loser……the mischief of a bubbling teenager….the tranquil saintliness of a sage…..it’s as though he can get into the skin of anybody and feel what they feel…..
He cries without shame one moment, when he is hurt..and laughs like a child the very next minute, if he finds something funny….he can smile thro’ his tears, and laugh his loudest laugh when his insides r actually bleeding…..
the enigma that is Kiran, always surprised me, till i found out Kiran’s secret…i had broken the code……..the child…….the child in Kiran……Kiran had managed to keep the child in him alive……no matter, what came his way….
I remember reading somewhere………
A flower blooms; nobody passes by, yet it is fragrant. It
matters not whether anyone comes to know of it; being fragrant is its
quality.”
this somehow explains Kiran’s personality for me….
feel…feel with ur heart…..the feeling itself becomes ur reward…..and u can laugh life out…….
34-ae shayar, tujhse mera rishta kya hai?
shayar aur uski shayari se jaise puraana koi rishta hai mera………..
jahaan dil mera dhadaktha hai magar……
ismein dhadkanen uski hoti hain…
saansen le rahi hoon , beshak mai….,
lekin , inmein jaan jaise usne phoonki ho…..
jaise kalam mein uske , syaahi nahi….
lahoo mera daudta ho….
ehsaas uske hon bhale hi………….alfaaz uske, phir bhi……
uske in ehsaason ko ru-ba-rooh jaise jiya maine ho……
ae shayar…….
tera apna koi wajood bhi hai….
ya phir tu mera hi bhataktha hua rooh hai…
jo mere likhe geeton ko…….
yun janm-janmaantar se….
apne kalam se doharaye jaa raha hai….
aawaaz apni dekar, jin geeton ko tu gaaye jaa raha hai….
kahin yeh mere hi sisakthe dil se nikli aah toh nahi….
ghazal bankar ,halak se tere, jo bahe ja rahi hai…
yeh alfaazon ka dariya, yun…..
kaheen yeh mere hi andar ut-tha hua sailab toh nahi….
jo janmon se apne saahil ko talaashtha hua,
apni raah taraashta ja raha hai yun….
ae shayar, bata mujhe……..
kaheen tu mera hi aks toh nahi….
jo kabhi, shayari, kabhi ghazal…
kabhi geet,toh kabhi lai……..
kabhi sur, kabhi taal…..
kabhi khushi , kabhi gham….
kabhi khil-khilaati hansi,
toh kabhi sisakthe huey aansoo
bankar,
yun meri ragon mein , daudtha hua
anjaam ko apne taras-tha hua……
na jaane kabse……..na jaane kab tak….
yun anjaan raahon par machaltha hua……..
bahe ja raha hai…….bahe ja raha hai…….bahe ja raha hai…….
33-within the deeps
the sight of u here..
is ever so refreshing….
like raindrops
after the scorching heat….
like warm sunshine,
after the frost…
like cool water on burning feet,
after miles of trudging along
on life’s many streets…
like music to the soul..
after the din of life’s many hassles…
at the end of the day….
having done all the things
that i have to do…
when finally i take time out
to do the things that i want to do….
u r here to welcome me…..
with warmth unseen….
ne’ertheless felt …..
within the deeps….
is ever so refreshing….
like raindrops
after the scorching heat….
like warm sunshine,
after the frost…
like cool water on burning feet,
after miles of trudging along
on life’s many streets…
like music to the soul..
after the din of life’s many hassles…
at the end of the day….
having done all the things
that i have to do…
when finally i take time out
to do the things that i want to do….
u r here to welcome me…..
with warmth unseen….
ne’ertheless felt …..
within the deeps….
32-aelaan
kisi kalam se behtha hua,
mehez syaahi nahi hai yeh…
sheesha jo tootkar bikhra,
uske tukdon ka,
mehez hisaab nahi hai yeh…
mehez syaahi nahi hai yeh…
sheesha jo tootkar bikhra,
uske tukdon ka,
mehez hisaab nahi hai yeh…
mohabbat ke junoon mein ,
likhi hui ghazal hai yeh…
tum jo na aaye,
ae humsafar mere suno…
mere gulshan mein,
chaane waali pathjhad ka
aelaan hai yeh…….
31-ae mohabbat
karthe the hum mohabbat se mohabbat…..
jab tak ke yaar se mohabbat na hui……
jab yaar se hui mohabbat…
toh dard-e-dil se mulaaqaat ho gayi…..
ae mohabbat…
tu hai kya cheez humein bata…..
kaheen tu us khanjar ki nok toh nahi…
jo din-raat humaare seene mein chubhkar..
humein lahoo-luhaan karthi hai……???….
beshak tu woh marham nahi
jiska mere zakhmon ko talaash hai…..
tujhe hum ilzaam dein bhi toh kya dein….
deewane dil ka' jo dard bhi tu hai, dawa bhi tu…….
30-smile
be kind
to those u meet……
for everyone
is fighting
a battle of their own……
a smile can lift someone’s spirit….
a smile can make someone feel special…..
a smile can lighten someone’s load….
a smile can tell someone, he is not alone….
a smile can say, “i care”
and make someone’s day…
a smile can cut thro’ barriers……
and build bridges on ur way…..
a smile can touch someone’s heart….
leaving an indelible mark
a smile can build bonds,
where all else seems to fail….
for a smile speaks louder than words…
a smile speaks louder than words…..
yes….a smile speaks louder than words…..
29-meethe taraane
larazthe labon par tumhaare jab…
dheeme se ubhartha hai mera naam yun…
kyon lagtha hai mujhe
ke halak se tere, nikli
mehez ek aawaaz nahi hai yeh
tumhaari dhadkanon se choote
kisi dhun ka alhaan hai yeh….
jo tumhaari saanson ki laye ke saath
bahe jaathi hai….
fazaaon mein meethe taraane
goonj ut-the hain….
raftha -raftha , mere zehen mein
meethe ras ghul jaathe hain….
yeh kis baaharisthaan ke aab-o-hayaat se
tu ne kar diya hai madhosh humein yun….
dasht-o-sehra mein, gum hua chahthe the, jo hum
teri ulfat ne bana diya hai humein
noor-e-mohabbat……
ae dum-saaz mere, mere dilbar..
ise afreedgaar ka ejaaz nahi, toh kya kahein..
biyabaan mein , usne mehekthe phool
khila diye hain tere naam ke….
rooh se rooh ka
milan ho gaya hai yun jaise..
janm-janmaanthar ke liye
jud gaye hon hum aise..
saanson pe bas tumhaara hi tumhaara
hota hai naam…..
khuda ki bandagi karthe hain toh bhi
dua ban-kar tum adharon pe saj jaathe ho yun….
dheeme se ubhartha hai mera naam yun…
kyon lagtha hai mujhe
ke halak se tere, nikli
mehez ek aawaaz nahi hai yeh
tumhaari dhadkanon se choote
kisi dhun ka alhaan hai yeh….
jo tumhaari saanson ki laye ke saath
bahe jaathi hai….
fazaaon mein meethe taraane
goonj ut-the hain….
raftha -raftha , mere zehen mein
meethe ras ghul jaathe hain….
yeh kis baaharisthaan ke aab-o-hayaat se
tu ne kar diya hai madhosh humein yun….
dasht-o-sehra mein, gum hua chahthe the, jo hum
teri ulfat ne bana diya hai humein
noor-e-mohabbat……
ae dum-saaz mere, mere dilbar..
ise afreedgaar ka ejaaz nahi, toh kya kahein..
biyabaan mein , usne mehekthe phool
khila diye hain tere naam ke….
rooh se rooh ka
milan ho gaya hai yun jaise..
janm-janmaanthar ke liye
jud gaye hon hum aise..
saanson pe bas tumhaara hi tumhaara
hota hai naam…..
khuda ki bandagi karthe hain toh bhi
dua ban-kar tum adharon pe saj jaathe ho yun….
28-jannat
jannat ko dhoonthe hain be-thahaasha, yahaan wahaan…jannat kahaan hai…
woh toh yaar- doston ke dil mein hai…
rab ki talaash mein phirthe hain
dar-ba-dar, maare maare…..
dost ke roop mein yeh rab nahi,
toh aur kaun hai…..
aaj phir usne humein
yakeen kara diya……
ke woh hai be-shak….
yaheen kaheen mere aas-paas..
phir uska naam rab ho ya dost..
kya fark padhtha hai……
bas woh hai…….
yakeenan yaheen kaheen hai…..
tere haath ko humne
apne sar pe jo mehsoos kar liya hai….
jannat humein
yaheen naseeb hoti dikhthi hai…
saath janmon ki meri talaash..
tujhpar aake
khatm hothi dikhthi hai…
tu chahe kaheen bhi rahe, ae dost…
mere pyaar ka saaya ,
tere sang sang chaltha hai…
tere kadmon tale
meri jannat hai..
ke tujhme rab dikhtha hai…..
mera aanchal chahe
tere ashkon se bheeg jaaye….
mere seene mein chahe
teri tadap, utharke sama jaaye…
tere labon pe
halka sa muskurahat dekh loon..
teri aankhon mein,
zindagi ki lau jaltha dekh loon..
bas yahi meri mohabbat ka sila hai..
meri ibaadat
yun khaali na jayegi..
iska humein yakeen hai…..
maut se pehle
humein sukoon haasil hogi..
teri aagosh ki chaanv se
meri rukhsathi hogi….
27-mohabbat..ya ibaadat ka sila
ise hum imthehaan kahein,
ya humaari ibaadat ka sila…..
ke yun tujhse rafaqat ho gayi…….
bata hum kya karein,
ke humein tujhse
yun mohabbat ho gayi….
tu saamne na hota hai,
toh khudse ulajhthe hain hum…
tere wajood mein khudko
talaashthe rehthe hain hum….
pal pal tujhse milne ko
tarastha hai dil…
tu paas hota hai,
toh kuch pal jee lete hain hum…
zindagi jo ab tak,
har saans pe bhaari
lagthi thi…..
ab tere deedaar ke liye..
tamaam umr
kam si lagthi hai….
ise hum imthehaan kahein
ya humaari ibaadaton ka sila…
ke yun tujhse rafaqat ho gayi…
tujhse humne mohabbat kya ki..
khudse jaise mulaakaat ho gayi….
rab se humne tujhe
maanga bhi hota agar…
toh ummeed se bhi zyaada ..
woh yun de dega humein…
iski talab humne na ki thi kabhi….
tu insaan hai…..
ya uska bheja hua koi farishtha….
ya khuda…….
yeh koi imthehaan hai….
ya meri ibaadaton ka sila….
26-yun hi baithe baithe
dil ke taar
chid jaathe hain
'kuch is tarah…
jazbaat bhi hain..
ehsaas bhi hain…
kalam bhi hai…
syaahi bhi…
alfaaz nazm ban kar..
behne lagthe hain
kuch is tarah…
insaan ke dil ke bhi kya kehne….
kuch pal khamoshi mein
bithaana hum chahein…
par nahi….
jazbaat bolne lagthe hain..
ehsaas jaag ut-the hain…
kalam se syaahi behne ko
machal ut-tha hai
kuch is tarah…
hum phir yahaan aake
bait jaathe hain…..
aur aise hi
baaton -baaton mein…
likh dete hain kuch
jo haal-e-dil bayaan
kar jaatha hai, humaara
kuch is tarah…
toh arz hai….scribbles-A…
01-zameen ke tumhaare mahalon par
kiye jao gumaan tum
vaastha nahi hai humaara
farsh ki deewaron se…
hum talluk rakhthe hain..
arsh ke nazaaron se….
01-zameen ke tumhaare mahalon par
kiye jao gumaan tum
vaastha nahi hai humaara
farsh ki deewaron se…
hum talluk rakhthe hain..
arsh ke nazaaron se….
02-khaak samajhthe hain use hum
jise tum zindagi ka maqsad banaye phirthe ho..
kis baat ka gumaan hai tumhein..
naseeb nahi jo kwaab mein bhi tumhaare…..
woh jannat dekhe hain humne
tassavvur mein….
03-udtha hai parinda, ya phir martha hai…
zameen pe tumhaare lekin tiktha nahi hai….
jise tum zindagi ka maqsad banaye phirthe ho..
kis baat ka gumaan hai tumhein..
naseeb nahi jo kwaab mein bhi tumhaare…..
woh jannat dekhe hain humne
tassavvur mein….
03-udtha hai parinda, ya phir martha hai…
zameen pe tumhaare lekin tiktha nahi hai….
25-in ur arms
In the dim twilight after dusk……..
hand in hand we walk…..
his in mine, mine in his…
our fingers entwined….
solitary on the beach…
the sound of the waves hitting the shore….
stars twinkling in the dimly lit sky….
we walk on and on…..
the vast length of the shore..
stretching before us…
whispering sweet nothings….
talking of this and that…..
and yet of nothing at all….
all the while….
feeling the warmth of each other’s hands..
then suddenly , he draws to a still….
the next moment
he has filled me in his arms….
i am taken aback, for a moment…
but only for a moment…
I look up into his face…..
his gaze has captivated mine….
looking into the depths of those eyes….
deep… deeper than the ocean behind him…
I’ve entered his soul…
or he has entered mine….
it does’nt matter…
Time stands still…..we r one….
in that moment of communion…
We have experienced
a life-time of union…
Not with each other alone…
but with Him up above…
His lips descend upon mine…
we explore each other…
ecstacy …yes….but more than that…
Spent….i rest my head upon his shoulder…
digging my face into his chest…
he holds me so…
the warmth of his breath upon me..
the strength of his arms around me…..
In ur arms
I scale the heights of ecstacy….
In ur arms
I live the life of a thousand births
in ur arms
i see the beauty of creation…
In ur arms, sweet love..
I know, I have found my destination….
24-if I were
written on the spur of the moment……for a friend who was in pain….
ur sigh…
wrings tears of' blood
from my heart…..
ur tears…
they threaten to tear me' apart…
Oh, if were but a sun in the sky…
I’d kiss' away this night,
'and bid it goodbye….
I’d touch U with a gentle ray..
You’d wake up to a new day…..
I’d send u the summer rain…
It wud make U laugh again……
23-the first gift of spring
this was my second attempt at poetry…..again teenage-days……and based totally on imagination…like there was Nikhat and Atif, in our gang, who went steady for yrs, and eventually married…….but their early yrs of courtship….well…their mood-swings resulting from their little hassles, was something that we all joked about….perhaps they were the inspiration for this ….so here goes……..
I looked out the window……
t’was a beautiful morn…..
The first rays of the sun,
trickled through those branches outside…
I looked up….
The morning brilliance lit my face…
I smiled…
the night had passed…
A tiny red ball caught my eye…
t’was a cherry on a tree…
I went to it slowly,
on light footsteps…..
I reached up to it….
Spring had come….
Something warned me….
do not touch it…..
I stepped back….
a tiny red fruit…
it cud but be sweet….
I plucked it…
and tasted the first gift of spring…
The bitterness….!!!
this fruit they call LOVE brings…!!!!!!!
I looked out the window……
t’was a beautiful morn…..
The first rays of the sun,
trickled through those branches outside…
I looked up….
The morning brilliance lit my face…
I smiled…
the night had passed…
A tiny red ball caught my eye…
t’was a cherry on a tree…
I went to it slowly,
on light footsteps…..
I reached up to it….
Spring had come….
Something warned me….
do not touch it…..
I stepped back….
a tiny red fruit…
it cud but be sweet….
I plucked it…
and tasted the first gift of spring…
The bitterness….!!!
this fruit they call LOVE brings…!!!!!!!
22-I know not whether I love you
t was way back, during college days…..was asked to write a poem,for the college magazine…had seen the romantic classic movies….
Helen of Troy…… Romeo and Juliet….
used to get quite impressed by such stories…
the result…..
this happens to be one of my first attempts at poetry…
I know not whether i love u……
To the beautiful morn …
I open mine eyes…..
to the sunshine and morning brilliance….
Alas..!…but the day is lost upon me…..
With no shadow of U around…
I see naught, but darkness….
Is this Love..?…I have no answer…
I wake up in the middle of the night…..
Every breath spells out ur name….
I look up at the stars
and wish u’d look up too…
a message there perhaps…
a word o’er the miles…
I know not…..I know not whether I love U..
What is love..??….I ask myself…..
Was it love that carried Romeo
with the vial to Juliet’s vault..
Was it love that braved Juliet ,
to thrust the dagger into her heart….
I know not, what love is…..
Ah…..but know this…
Ne’er before, have I deigned to tell ..
Of feelings such as these to anyone…..
An air of reserve……a veil o’er myself…
that’s me for everyone….
But with U, it does’nt matter…
The curtain drops…I reveal myself to U..
And I feel the happier for it..
If this is Love….then I guess I love u..
I love U…and love the fact that I LOVE U…..
Helen of Troy…… Romeo and Juliet….
used to get quite impressed by such stories…
the result…..
this happens to be one of my first attempts at poetry…
I know not whether i love u……
To the beautiful morn …
I open mine eyes…..
to the sunshine and morning brilliance….
Alas..!…but the day is lost upon me…..
With no shadow of U around…
I see naught, but darkness….
Is this Love..?…I have no answer…
I wake up in the middle of the night…..
Every breath spells out ur name….
I look up at the stars
and wish u’d look up too…
a message there perhaps…
a word o’er the miles…
I know not…..I know not whether I love U..
What is love..??….I ask myself…..
Was it love that carried Romeo
with the vial to Juliet’s vault..
Was it love that braved Juliet ,
to thrust the dagger into her heart….
I know not, what love is…..
Ah…..but know this…
Ne’er before, have I deigned to tell ..
Of feelings such as these to anyone…..
An air of reserve……a veil o’er myself…
that’s me for everyone….
But with U, it does’nt matter…
The curtain drops…I reveal myself to U..
And I feel the happier for it..
If this is Love….then I guess I love u..
I love U…and love the fact that I LOVE U…..
21-abt love
u may not be able to give me ur self
at least dont take away ‘me’ from my self…..
ur heart maybe urs to do with as u please…..
at least let my heart be mine alone….
to treasure it the way I shd ..
u may not love me ,
the way i wanted u to love me…
at least do not make me
hate myself….the way i cud never hate any other….
20-mere sanam
ae mere sanam………
mere humnafazh…………
mere humnawah…
kuch nahi hai tumhein dene ke liye..
is dard-e-dil ke siwai...
apna raha hi kahaan kuch
jo baaki bacha...
na zindagi, na armaan.
na saath nibhaane ka vaada...
na koi aarzoo, na koi ummeed...
kuch bhi toh apna na raha...
bas reh gaya hai
yeh bikhra hua dil..
jismein jal utha hai, tumhaare naam ka diya..
pyaar kar lene do tumhein..
jee bharke ae sanam..
is sailaab ko dariya banke, beh lene do...
meri saanson mein bas gaye ho is kadar..
meri ragon mein sama gaye ho jaise..
is meethi ehsaas ko mujhe
jee lene do sanam..
kuch nahi hai , dene ke liye
is dard-e-dil ke siwai..
tum de sako toh bas itni izaazat de do..
ke jee bhar ke tumhein
pyaar kar lein sanam
ke maut ko jab , gale lagaayein hum..
dil tanha na padh jaaye kaheen..
tumhaare pyaar ke panaah mein hai meri jannat
toh jee bhar ke tumhein
pyaar kar lene do sanam....
19-the muse
t was a social gathering….. students of std 10th, and the entire staff, that had taught them….the batch that was to pass out…..a farewell party….as part of the entertainment programme,there was this bright idea the kids had….target some of their teachers…all in gud spirit ofcourse…they knew full well, who cud be slammed with what……..so there was deby’s turn……the announcement floated across the hall….
“Language”, they said,” is a tool……ur skill in wielding it is an art…..and i am going to see to it that each one of u is a master at the art, before u leave frm here…..”…..now i guessed somewhat, what was coming…..these were my words they were repeating……”well, we present to you, the mistress of the art….Ma’am Deby…….she will speak to us……..on one of our most favourite topics, ….THE MUSE……”……..in the course of teaching language, these things r quite common……greek mythology, shakespearean poems, etc…..and i used to make them come up front and speak on the given topic…..part of the programme of the development of language skills….so now, this was their chance….”the topic will be THE MUSE….she will speak till we say STOP……extempore ofcourse…..and Ma’am there’s got to be loads of ROMANCE in it…….so here’s presenting…..Ma’am Deby…..
So there i was …escorted to the stage…a mike thrust into my hand…..and 180 odd students and 60 odd co-leagues, looking on…..the thing was getting video-recorded……so then, there was no escape…so i waxed eloquent….waiting every moment for the golden word…STOP….which never came..
there was this muse…
the goddess of poetry…
the goddess of music…
the goddess of beauty…
there was beauty
in her words…
in her thoughts…
in her heart…
her quiet, calm gaze…..
putting the devil to shame…..
coz in her crystal, clear eyes..
did the wretch see his ugliness bare…
Radiant as the stars….
flitting about
in a garden…
that was her Eden…
birds a-chirping….
the branches swaying…..
the breeze wafting……
playfully her tresses carressing….
flowers of every hue…
beaming frm end to end…..
the Gods looking down….
enviously smiling……
Such was the aura
she radiated…
But alas……
alas the muse was silent……
her eyes searching…..
hither- thither….
she looked….
listened…..
to evry sound her ears a-tuned….
trying to smell every wave ..
of the breeze that gently passed her by..
she looked skyward…
she looked into the waters deep….
alas…alas, her heart spake…..
what searchest thou…..
this is Eden u r in,
which even the Gods envy…
so why art thou sad..????
there’s something missing somewhere..
something close to her heart…
that longing…
that burning desire within her..
which none so ever cud quench…
shadows flitted by…
footsteps advancing…
soft murmurs…
alas..but that other ,that her heart yearned for…..
where was that other soul……
that seemed to be lost somewhere……
that Someone Somewhere…
that other half that cud make her feel complete…..
that whose absence wrenched her heart…..
as though it were torn into two….
Tired , she lay down…
under the greenwood tree…..
sleep played on her eyelids..
making them heavy…
and she fell into deep slumber…
Then it was he came…
slow….soft……footsteps….
his fragrance hit her breath,
her lips parted…in a smile…..
His gaze rested on her face….
drinking in the soft beauty of that muse..
lightly….ever so lightly…
with a finger…
he pushed aside a strand of her hair…
the back of his hand..
gently carressing her ever so soft cheeks…
she opened her eyes…
gazing into the deepest eyes,
she’d ever seen…
they fathomed her soul…
her heart skipped a beat….
his warm breath upon hers…
breathing her name….
in that moment….
looking into his eyes…
she saw her heaven…….
just as he did, his, in hers…
he clasped her ever so warmly
in his arms
at last….at last…
her heart against his…
beating as one…
he put his hands forth as if to fly..
and so did she….
their wings spread of their own accord….
the breeze gave them lift…
the flowers danced…and smiled ever so gaily…
they rose into the skies…
angels played their harp….
sitting atop the clouds…
and they flew…..
with the wind they flew…
against the wind they flew…
they somersaulted in the sky….
the heavens were their playfield…
Faster and faster beat her heart…
and his throbbed along with hers..
here was her God…
here was the other half…
of her soul, that was one half…
She adored him….
she loved him…
she trusted him…..
her heart sang with him….
her heart danced with him..
the fire that threatened to burn her…
at last it glowed from within her..
with its warmth
touching her face and his…..
touching them all over…
they were thus one..
consumed by the fire that burnt within them…
thus wud they glow till eternity…
as stars in the night sky….
as stars in the night sky…
as stars in the night sky……
to my utter relief….finally……from across the hall…first a slow rhythmatic clap…. in unison….
and then rising to a crescendo……the students had finally put their teacher to test…..and here they were…..declaring the result…..
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