शुभ दीपावली

चलो एक दीया अपने दिल के अंदर जलालें,
और रोशन करलें मानबता के उजाले से मन को,
फिर न कोई जात-पात की सोच होगा और न प्रांतीयता का विचार।

चलो एक दीपक अपने ज्ञान के घर में जलालें,
और देखलें कि सारा संसार आस्थाओं  से भरी पड़ी है,
फिर किसी और के आस्था या धर्म हमें गलत नजर न आएगा। 

चलो एक दीप से अपनी बुद्धि को हम चमकालें,
और देखलें कि जीवन कितना छोटा, समय कितना  बलवान,
फिर जलन, घृणा, झूठ, कपट के जगह सच, प्यार, सदाचार आ जाएगा। 

चलो एक प्रदीप  से अपनी सोच को उद्दीप्त करलें,
इंसान  प्रकृति, मृत्यु के सामने कितना लाचार  पता चल जाएगा, 
 फिर हमारे पद, पैसा, सामाजिक प्रतिष्ठा का घमंड उतर जाएगा।

चलो एक चिराग से अपने विवेक को प्रदीप्त करलें,
किसी और के बच्चों मैं हमें अपना बच्चा नजर आएगा,
फिर न होगा कोई बालमजदूर  और न कोई नारी निर्जातना होगा। 

DEPRESSION 3

His painful sufferings of depression,

Vibrations of sincere adoration,

Memories of great times passed together,

Knocked mildly at her bolted heart through telepathy.

Passion in her soul for his person,

Took a little time to melt the effect of his rogue words,

Clear the blockade of her discontentment,

And upshot her emotions flow through her eyes.

Leaving behind her womanish shyness,

All resolutions of keeping a distance,

Her passionate heart forced her feet,

And she rushed to rescue him from the love’s cry.

The two eyes chatted silently,

Lips widened noiseless,

An aroma of rose engrossed the air,

Depression fled frightened.

DEPRESSION 2

You got the message of my depression through my verse;

Accepted it as an intimation, trusting me to be a factual writer.

Leaving behind all resentment, discontentment and appointments,

A lover in you, a good person in you set out to grace me a presence.

My eyes flashed open with the beaming in sunlight,

From the soundlessly opened door of the intensive care unit.

A known aroma in the air brought me to consciousness,

And my half-closed eyes witnessed your smiling but worried face.

I felt god graced me and sent an angel for my rescue;

As He is not keen to give my soul a rest so early.

The leukocytes of your soft, grave but affectionate words,

Reached my vein through my ears and electrified my nervous system.

My worry, tension, depression escaped through the same door you came in,

And the soul got a renovation coming out of the nightmare.

I believe I was placed wrongly here as nothing had happened to me,

The capsules, saline and the injections were all erroneous treatments for me.

I realize now that I was never alone or deserted;

You too are in love and were always with me.

A few words wrongly uttered, a misunderstanding,

Cannot block the ways of two already entangled hearts.

DEPRESSION

                                                                      

                                                                      I collapsed,

As the leukocytes of your words,

Became unavailable to blood stream of my day,

Effecting severe damage,

To the immune system of my happiness.

On being forced by the situation,

Of indefinite sorrow and nervousness,

I suspended my routine and regular works,

And got admitted to the hospital,

In a critical but stable condition of depression.

The saline of my trust in you,

The injection of my love for you,

The capsules of your passions for me,

And the oxygen cylinder of your one rhyme a day,

Make my system function.

I turn furious on everyone without cause,

Sight becomes hazy these days,

Night passes sleepless like an owl,

The whole body trembles at intervals,

Kindly detect the disease from my symptoms.

Oh, doctor Pooja

You know your patient and his complexity

Have the medicines that could restore the normalcy,

Get back soon to your duties and take me in your care,

Treat my critical condition being my personal physician.

How far this ventilator of your hope

Of getting back to me sooner or later

Would make me survive in this I.C.U. of uncertainty

Only god in the heaven,

And you on the earth know.

LOVE TALE-1

I was resting my head on a pillow,

Watching a cricket match,

While drops of tears rolled down of the eyes,

Despite my efforts to wipe them under the glasses,

In order to avoid them from being detected by my colleagues.

One of my mates detected and questioned

“Hey, what happened, you are no child,

Why are you crying like a baby?”

It was as if tears were determined to defame my Pooja,

You were not at fault, how could I do so?  I blamed it on an ache.

Even though I do not lie,

I did so, the way I showed them excuses of fatty liver,

The days you were in food restrictions and I too restricted myself,

In order to be in parity with you in the sufferings,

And feel physically the difficulties you faced.

You can remember you said that to be stupidity,

As it was no solution to your pain,

But I knew it was my deep, sincere adoration,

That was, is and will remain unperturbed

And will eat away me from within.

DIWALI IS COMING

Migrant students are boarding trains for their hometowns;
People are taking an interest in cleaning and whitewashing their homes.

Roadside shops are decorated for the coming Diwali,

People started buying sweets, fabrics, colorful festoons of paper,

Electric lights and fireworks for the joyful event.

  I can remember on the last Diwali

  We were away from each other physically

  But our hearts were clubbed together in one unit.

  Sparkler were twinkling outside the houses of both of us,

  As well as inside our hearts for each other.

  We shared our enjoyment through the cell phones,

  That made it the most jovial Diwali of my life.

  With the rights of affection, I uttered some wrong statements

  And my intense passion failed to overpower those few words.

  You did not give me opportunity to beg pardon and left,

  Leaving me to be sunken in the deep darkness of sorrow.

  Maybe that was my destiny or maybe I lack something in love,

  Anyway, many happy returns of a colorful and enjoyable Diwali to you.

 The way I had given flower-tributes at the feet of Maa Durga,

  Respecting your wishes this year as you can remember,

  Light an earthen lamp and do some fireworks for me this year.

  Please do not remember this dweller of distress,

  On the great occasion of your enjoyment and merrymaking.

 If the lamp of love still burning in your heart,

  Send some lights to me, I too will celebrate Diwali.

   

                                          Happy Diwali again to you, my sweetheart Pooja.

Leave peacefully and let me die

My meadow was dry and barren,

I looked towards the sky with hope of rain.

You appeared unbidden with your precipitation,

And peppered on me voluntarily in profusion.

The porous of my soil fulfilled their longing,

The seeds underneath my soul sprang into being.

My smile spread in abundance through my shrubbery,

Twitters of passer-by birds titivated the scenery.

Now that my field is accustomed to your precious presents,

Graceful dance, melodious music and nutritious contents.

You want to evade me with your alibi of emptiness,

Disown and desert me in the midway of our romance.

In order to flirt and flood, yet another pasture,

Nurture and destruct with your cunning nature.

If you did not truly loves me from the core of your heart,

Moreover, was not a permanent patron of my desert,

Then why have you been so much graceful to me?

Why have you raised my hope and trust in thee?

Why you were so keen in nurturing my nature?

You cannot sideline yourself anymore from my future.

It’s full, fruitful and fulfilled only with your showers.

Without you I have nothing in me no color, no glamour.

If you still are rigid, intransigent and selfish in your moves and nature.

Then leave peacefully and let me die, I do not want to live anymore.

FEMALE FETICIDE

Hi mom, I am a bud of your branch,

Germinated in your blood stream,

Taking your gene, characteristics, and entity,

Eager to see the earth,

As you did from your mother’s womb.

You want to strangulate me,

Inside my safe shelter, your womb.

Do I not deserve to see the colors,

      The magician called god scattered around the globe,

Just because I am a female child?

Why you think, only your boy could lift you on his shoulders,

And my soul and its vibrations would be feeble,

To lift your responsibilities, when you need them the most?

This is an obscurantist thought, an out-dated philosophy,

Women are not at all less than men today in any field.

When god, the creator want me to come,

Then why you oppose His wishes?

Is it not a war against Him?

Is it not amounting to willful homicide?

Do you like to face Him as a murderer of your own blood?

I think you are an atheist, hence you dare,

To impose your whims over His commands,

Then why this gimmickry of worshiping Him,

Why all these rituals dawn to dusk at your home,

If you do not trust Him or wish to remain abide by His orders?

You cannot be-fool the master of the universe,

And mom, He would not be forgetful of your sins,

Hence, pre-set replies for this heinous crime,

When you would face Him after your departure,

From this earth, you are bound to meet His queries,

Concerning me, and face his justice.

Grip of love

Oh, earth dear!

My silver image, crystal appearance, radiance,

That creates ripples in your heart,

And dips you in intense passion,

Is intent to dress you with new attires,

Of varied vegetation on your sphere.

You read my script well,

Know my felicitation, romance and solicitations,

Acknowledge and accept my offerings;

Those write your script and fetch you smile,

Shape beam on my lips as well.

Your scintillating performance,

Romantic mood, eminence and elegance,

Establish your place in my soul,

Make you the sole beneficiary of my cuddle,

Occupies the whole of my being.

But you are not honest in your adoration,

Panicky and hesitant in your confession,

Not focused in your determination,

Hence, I think I should vanish away from your sky,

Into the wilderness of the dark space.

But I fear,

Death as a black hole in the outer space of life,

Might swallow me in your absence,

Or insanity as a burning star away from peace,

Might digest me and end my entity

Moreover, your gravitational grip of love,

Will not allow me to escape any day.

That is why I am connected to you,

Parting you my everything, in your conditions.

INTIMATE

Someone made a perforation in her morning sky,

Water in profusion poured down from her eye,

Causing devastating flood of sorrow in her isle,

Rippled her routine, her bearings of the day.

Shadow of Unbearable and irrepressible pain,

Was evident on her evergreen, workaholic kisser,

And the intensity of the blows to her heart,

Was audible from her shivering tone.

Her self-respect was hurt by an authoritative voice,

That tried to impose restrictions on her hobbies,

Which she was neither prepared nor afford,

To compromise at the cost of her emotions.

Me being her intimate, rose to her aid,

With my sunbeams of affectionate words,

 Soaked all the upsetting flows of her surface,

And made her shine and happy again.

ALLY

An insolent tsunami on your ocean blue,

Caused by a tremor under your surface,

Devastated the life forms and smile in you,

Take you away from peace.

You expect your moon,

Your lone natural ally,

Not to be perturbed by that,

Not to have a concern about that.

Oh, earth dear, how silly of you!

You forget that we are attached,

By a gravitational force called love,

And the tides of your sphere,

Is bound to shake me,

And create undulation in my soul.

Now that everything normal in your end,

Me too at peace right now and in a mood,

To croon a rhyme in harmony with you.

THE EARTH & HER MOON

You shaped my sphere with intense care,

Keenness, affection and belongingness,

Out of the soil from your soul, toil of your heart,

And indebted me by causing my foundation.

Now I want to play my part,

Of parting my light, my high regard,

Deep devotion, while following you on your orbit

Without disturbing you in your functions.

Out of some absurd fear and silly notions,

You demand I should change my actions,

You want me to shift my honest adoration,

Is it adoration at all if it can be shifted or changed?

I cannot be ungrateful, a deceiver!

Therefore, I decide I should go out of your sight,

Hide my face behind the dark cloud,

But follow you day and night as before.

My heart will continue to vibrate for thee,

And I will continue to effect creations in your belt,

Because you are my only beloved planet,

I too am your only natural satellite.

You too know that if you trust the facts.

सुमन की अभिलाषा

न जाने कितने सपने सजाए 

                   कली से हम फूल बने,

जो टूटे डाल से किसी दिन

            तो तेरे  चरणों कि धूल बने। 

न इनसानों के गले लागूं 

                 न मौजी कि  कलाई पर,

न शमसान की शोभा बनूं 

               न  बनूं मैं  गजरे कि लहर। 

अपनी खुसबू अगर बिखरे 

          तो आंगन हो तेरे मंदिर का 

अगरु, धुप से मिल कर मैं 

              मन मोहलूं अपने ईश्वर का। 

मेरी रंगत से और निखरे 

            पीले   देहबास तेरे तन का, 

अंजली भर मैं चूम लूं 

           कण कण रज तेरे चरणों का। 

छोटे से इस जीवन को 

         जो तेरी सेवा का अवसर मिले,

जनम सफल हो जाए मेरा 

                ऐसा मुझे आशीष मिले । 

THE EARTH AND HER MOON

Earnestly, without any expectation I share my love, my light,

Cool, soothing, sensational, perennial each night.

You revolve round the sun, your origin, mentor, and patron;

And I never perturb you in your duties and obligations,

Or try to divert you from your circumference.

Rather silently, peacefully I follow you on your path,

Keeping in mind my determination and promise,

To bestow you my illumination, affection,

To create tides in your ocean of thought,

So that the rise and recede leaves seeds,

Of new life-form, new creation on your coast.

You too are thrilled to receive my charming rays,

Respond me, by trying to reach me with your tides,

Satisfy me with the buzz of exquisite melody of waves

Enchant me with the murmuring flips of leaves.

Still at times, you sigh…

Desire to hide your smile, satisfaction

Because you suspect the moonlight might burn you,

The ocean tide might drown you one day.

        Uff ………….

How silly!

You know I am your satellite,

And you are my beloved earth,

I am well and truly tied in your gravitational grip

Not a single leap I can take against your will,

And my smile and tears are reciprocal

With that of yours,

Still you fear?

THE SPRING

Out of blocked and piled rainwater of emotions of days,

You began to flow downwards in to my valley of heart.

I went on to add the tributaries of my emotions,

Trusting your sources to be pure, pious, and perennial.

We went on flowing in luscious rhyme and rhythm,

In unison forsaking our individual entity.

Now that the stream takes the shape of a vast river of love,

The fear of breaking the banks creeps into your mind.

You want to control her flow and my tributaries,

That too by putting a barrage of sand of restrictions.

But how is it possible to stop the entry of rainwater in my flow?

Will it not be tough for you contend your secretions within your heart?

Will it not overflow the banks of our mind and devastate our peace?

Will it not be wise to use the flow for better vegetation, greater achievements?

Love and spring cannot be blocked by anything,

 Once they originate and begin to flow.

THE PIGS

So beautiful is the heaven on earth, our apple garden,

But the pigs of the neighborhood eye to rule over it.

They want to make a hell as they made theirs,

Want to sing an unmelodious song in chorus here.

For that, they trespass the fences from time to time,

And pluck unripe apples, smash buds and litter in the ponds.

Sordidness is their nature; to create havoc is their essence,

As they are the worshipers of violence, brainless dogmatic pigs.

The impurity in their blood, restlessness in their soul and brainwash,

Provoke them to make a hell of this heaven on earth, our apple garden.

The law protectors need to take on the law breakers high handedly,

War was this time necessary for the restoration of peace.

Rod is the logic of fools, then how could they sit on a table

The beasts understand their own language, the language of violence.

Hence, the new guardian of the apple garden hunted the pigs in their hideouts,

The guards sneaked in into their camps to teach them the pain of bloodbath.

Now silence all over, violence nowhere, peace got the last laugh,

They learn the lesson that the new protector knows their language.

He is neither a sympathizer of the hell nor weak in his will power,

As his predecessors ever since we are neighbors.

THE BOATMAN AND ME

I board your boat of love to surpass this river of my life,

Having tremendous and unquestionable trust on you and your qualities.

The water is deep; the current is swirling and vigorous,

Infested by wild aquatic creatures waylaying to drag us into it.

The weather is unpredictable and not dependable,

Offering us limited options of having a great and pleasant journey.

Why to ponder about the weather or the depth and swirls of the water,

Or the risk involved in the way or about the distance to cover,

When I trust you from the depth of my heart, swirl of my emotions,

Risk of my tears and the distance of my imagination in this adventure.

Now we already are on the sail and in the middle

With mutual consent, maybe whimsically, reluctantly, but willingly.

Now neither of us can desert the other, nor get back to the origin,

So it’s wise to amuse, encourage, care and respect each other.

Whatsoever will become of the boat will be about our fate as well,

Hence, it is better to croon in unison and be a muse to each other,

With better rhythm, clear vision and absolute understanding,

So that the voyage will pass pleasantly for you and me as well.