A NEW YEAR RESOLUTION

Are you going to make a new year resolution ?
Can you take an oath on this new year day ?

Not too much I claim from you,
Nothing very big I expect from you,
Not a great sacrifice I thrust upon you.

Just I wish you broaden your heart,
You enlarge it so that the whole world is accommodated in it

I want a tolerance for those who are different from you,
Different in terms of religion, faith, belief and worship,
Dissimilar in matters of color, race and origin,
Unlike in matters of region, language and nationality from you.

Can you give unconditional love to them,
Even if they hate or hurt you and do not deserve your love?
Can you forgive them because they are ignorant,
And they know not what and why they do so ?
Can you ignore their blind fanaticism,
Because even though they are irrational they are your brethren ?

I expect this from you my friends,
Because I believe you are worthy sons of your creator,
I desire you to be just  human beings from this day,
And cultivate infinite tolerance for your unintelligent brethren. 

मज़बूरी बेवफा तेरी

अपना मतलब साधने का नाम मज़बूरी नहीं होता है,
मगर हर बेवफा के पास बस यही एक बहाना होता है।
                      अपने बच्चों को खाकर भी मगर मच्छ रोता है ,
                      आंसुओं पर मत जाओ इनकी,ये दिखावा होता है।
नजर एक पर, दिल में एक और होता है,
जुबान पर कुछ  और दिमाग मे  कुछ और होता है।
                    होठों  पर मुस्कान मगर बगल  में खंजर होता है ,
            हाथी का दाँत है ये खाने का और दिखाने  का और होता है।

THE PARTY

Memorizing all the even days of their duo life,
Forgetting and forgiving each other for the odds,
Both of them wanted to commemorate the most significant day ,
Of their life, the silver wedding,
With their family, friends, colleagues and neighbors.

A large tent was illuminated with colored lights and flowers,
An orchestra group was playing instrumental music,
Whisper, smile and satisfaction all faces bore,
Nodding head in admiration, tapping feet on floor,
Meanwhile coffee, cold drinks and other starters passing hands.

Ladies came here returning from beauty parlors,
Gentlemen were dressed with their best party wears,
As if not of their friend's, that was their own occasion,
Or as if they were here to look for new partners on dates,
Evidently were in mood to enjoy each second of this party time.

Eyes of bachelors were searching for their counterpart's,
Among the crowd with, 'Hai', 'wow', 'woh' like sounds inaudible,
Could only be read from the changing expressions of their faces,
When they were trying to hide the feeling from their elders but failing,
Not known whether their signals were reaching the destinations or not.

Table decorated separately for vegetarians,
Utensils filled with matar-paneer, dal-tadka, mixed-vegetables were on gas burners,
Fried-rice, chapati, puri, papad, salad and dahi-raita,
Rasagola, gulabjamun, mawabati, gajar-halwa all sorts of sweets,
Were waiting for the hands of the first person to initiate.

Chicken-butter-masala, rogan-josh, chilly chicken,
Fried fish with mustard powder, and omelets,
Were placed on gas burners on the opposite side,
Fried rice, tandoori-roti and some sweets for change of taste,
Were there for those who might prefer as suitable for them.

I saw various dishes were taken into the plates in haste,
Tasted and thrown away into the used utensil's basket,
That much were thrown away,  as were eaten,
They were totally indifferent towards wastage and utilization,
I got irritated, dejected witnessing their silly approach towards food.

The party was in full swing when I got out of the tent for home,
After shaking hands with the host and some of the guests,
It was dread dark outside the over-illuminated tent,
I saw some eyes glittering in dark in each sides of the pavement,
Beggars hopefully waiting for their turn with empty stomachs.

I heard the untold complaint of their heart reaching my ear,
"So arrogantly, foolishly they are wasting it away ,
The most precious gift of the Almighty, our life saving food,
Will they ever think about the pain of hunger that we go through everyday ?
Will they ever have a little merciful place in their hearts for us ?"

They were of course our fellow human beings,
Expecting of their bi-footed gods left out something,
Poverty, destiny or for some other compulsions they were waiting outside,
By the Omnipresent's grace we the fortunate ones were privileged inside,
Shamelessly kicking away those that they were waiting so eagerly !

To be in sympathy and to remain considerate is human,
God made us human and bestowed us for all these a brain,
A heart conscience as well to use it for them,
One day all of us will live in the darkness of grave leaving these parties,
With the lights of our deeds, if done properly, satisfied and in peace.    

THE OBSESSION

I missed you ,as you went away,
And blocked the door on my face,
Without uttering a single word,
Or hearing anything from me.

You left having all your pains buried in your heart.
May be you did not held me in confidence,
Or maybe you never think me worth sharing them,
Or perhaps you are ignorant of my concern for you,
It's my fault I never showed my obsession for you.

Each day, each night, each hour, each minute,
I searched here, there, everywhere,
Waited with wet eyes, anguished but expectant heart,
As I knew you were not gone forever,
You would be back to me I was sure.

I went to you and be your friend,
Moved by your truthfulness, honesty and simplicity,
And I knew you too were fed up of them,
Their treachery, tricky and hideous moves,
And were in the same circumstances as I was.

No one else we should be so serious about,
As none else is so keen in or concerned about  us,
Hence we must care and share our emotions,
Why you preferred to cry behind the closed doors ?
 You should know you are mine and I am your asylum.

You came back to my world today,
You gave me the peace and pleasure I was craving for,
You opened up the door of your heart in front of me,
I have no more wish left unfulfilled,
I have forgotten my pain and grief of being deserted,
Be assured you will get the pleasure of being with me,
And the significance and respect you always deserve.

I know you  returned to me because,
You missed Pradipta too.

YOU, ME AND WE.

You
How could your, " I can't live without you",
Be transferred in to, "Who are you ?"
I was stranded, stunned and confused,
Disbelieving my ears I paused and hushed.
Your "My king", "My Love", "My life" and "My Heaven"
Echoed repeatedly in my ear and drove me insane.
And all the sweet adjectives you used in past for me,
Fainted and vanished for a while, when I heard thee,
Words from one's tongue and bullets from a gun
Neither can get back to their origin nor can be forgotten..
Me
As per my definition of love, its blind,
A feeling for you spontaneous from my heart not from mind.
Terms and conditions are irrational,
And irrelevant in love when its pure and factual.
No pause and ponder about the out come,
No calculations or consideration of pros and cons.
Once it take off, no landing hence no retake,
No room for misunderstanding or mistake.
Hardship or pleasure  should be shared between us,
You taking care of my emotions and I yours.
You
You got back and begged pardon the next morning for that fault,
Humbly, honestly, and repentantly while crying a lot.
Me
You are my sweetheart though a bit capricious and coquettish, 
And my love for you overpowered my anger and anguish.
Hence I forgave you assuming it to be involuntary,
And erased your wrong words of my memory.
We
Even though our definition of love differ,
We are and will always remain together.
It should not be I-Mine or You-Your,
It should only be We, Us and Our.
As we are two physical entity but one mental unit,
A single soul in two bodies, you should remember it..

रिश्ता

लोग अक्सर मतलब से रिश्ता  रखते हें, 

मगर मैं  रिश्ते से मतलब रखता हूँ। 

People maintain relations with intentions,
But I prefer relations over intentions.

GOD WILL BACK US

I can not recall who He was,
I forgot to ask Him, His name,
He may be God, Jesus, Allah, Krishna,
Buddha, Mahabir or He can be anyone else
My eyes were closed, when He sent me to this earth,
Hence I did not see how He looked like,
People call Him in different  names,
So I call Him in one of them.

But I can recall Him comforting me,
From crying for being deserted from Him,
Or on the fear of getting in to the sufferings of life,
He consoled me with soft, sweet but clear words,
"My son, go and carry out your job,
Of spreading love unbiased among all of them,
Remember me when you are happy or in pain,
I will always be with you as you are from me."

"Can I see you father every evening, every morning ?
Will you guide me in carrying out my daily deals ?
Will you show me the difference between the right and the wrong ?
Will you keep me in virtue, away from vice ?"
"No, not that way but I will follow you like your shadow,
To take your own judgement I am making you wise,
To choose between the right and the wrong I give you conscience,
It will be up to you to remain my boy or go otherwise."

"Then I will be alone father, on that vast earth,
Crying blood each day fighting alone with vice."
"You not feel lonely my son, I have some arrangements for you,
There will be some people loving and living with you,
They will be yours but not yours as well,
Many people on the earth will not be connected to you,
They will not be yours but treat them as yours as well,
Think and do good indiscriminately for them all."

"Do not be a cause to harm anyone on earth,
Back him who seek your help if you can,
As per your capacity ,support people in strain,
If you live with a great heart you will be counted as a man,
Till you be with the truth, honesty and love,
Peace,non-violence and universal brotherhood,
Tolerance, patience and serve the mankind,
You will feel my presence behind you, all through out your life."

"But if you go otherwise on to greediness,
Selfishness, vanity and discrimination,
Misuse your power, position and might,
To oppress the weaker with money and muscle,
Heartlessly deal with people and situations,
I afraid you will go away from me,
Will dwell in sorrow, suffering and misery,
None but you will be responsible for that"