Wednesday, September 7, 2011

THE RECURRENCE

After a long gap
We met again
We were destined to it.
As the very process.....
Of meeting and parting,
Parting and meeting
Was written on every wall.

When we met
We found
Our memories have taken a heavier toll
On us than our age.

Now,we weren't what we were
At the time of separation
The present was not like the past.
We were what we weren't ever.

You and I
Kept watching each-other
For long
Trying to find the second end
(With a sense of eternity,)
Perhaps we were shocked,
Or,overwhelmed
By the sudden burst of emotions,
And trying to make dams of lids
For our over-brimming tears.
Then at once
It flashed through my mind
We hadn't looked so intently at each-other so long
Even at the time of our first meet
I was a bit confused
As to who should we blame
Time or life?
....Our lips were tight......

There was a tree
With two red flowers on it
In the hotel ground
Sitting whereunder like before
We asked for tea.
As usual it was brought
In two white cups
Filled with colour of life.
We started making sips
And talked non-sense
To get some sense out of it,
"How are you and how is life going?" etc.
Meaningless question's
Baseless answers.
Every question had the same answer,
"All is well".

Off and on
we were looking back
As if looking for someone behind
(Though who I always wanted to see was sitting before me).
Infact, we were foolishly trying to hold
Our tars back.

After a long silence
I dared to ask,
"Do I still come in your dreams."
With a faint smile on your face
you said, "No, now not."
I didn't know
Whether it was true or false.
You asked in the same manner,
"Ever felt my absnce,
Or got busy in the world around."
"It's a matter of heart", I softly said.

I asked, "Do you remember everything ?"
You said, "yes."
You looked at me with a question in your eyes,
"And you ?"
I replied, " yes, I still remember everything"
Infact,I didn't forget anything.
Not even you. Never.
Both of us wept silently,
Tears rolled out of our eys.

Suddenly,
Dark clouds covered the sky,
And it started drizzling.

I wanted to save you from the rain
By taking you under the shade
So, I lent my hands to you
With a glimpse of hesitation in your eyes
You gave your hand in my hand
That you left once
At an unknown turn.
Time played pranks with me,
Several times.

You were standing by my side
Rain was heavily pouring down.
I asked you, " Do you remember the rain?"
"Which one ? " you grew slightly interrogative.
I Said, " That one in the old city,dear."
You said, "We never got drenched in the rain."
With a smile on my face I said,
"Let us dance in the rain, but once."

After some time you said, " Now I'll leave"
The clock stopped ticking for me.
I saw drops of water falling
From the flowers of the tree
In the cup of tea
And the rain water filling it by and by.

I implored, " Please,don't go now."

You were mature enough
And it was impossible for you
To live in the world of love
As you never knew
How relations thrive.

You impatiently said,
" No! Not now.It's too late."
And you left.

I came out
And kept watching you go
Till you reach the turn of the road.
I was geting havily drenched ...
You turned your face,looked at me
And went away

I stood there like a statue
And kept watching my tears
Mingling with the drops of rain

When I looked back
There was none
At the end of the turn.

The petals of the flowers have fallen
The cup of tea was full of rain water,
And so was the life.


फूल,चाय और बारिश का पानी

बहुत दिनों के बाद ,
हम मिले...
हमें मिलना ही था , प्रारब्ध का लेखा ही कुछ ऐसा था .
मिलना , जुदा होना और फिर मिलना और फिर जुदा होना ......!!!

जब मिले तो देखा कि
उम्र से ज्यादा कहर ,
हम पर;
हमारी यादो ने ढाया था .
हम वो नहीं थे , जो जुदा होते वक़्त थे ..
हम वो थे, जो ,हम कभी थे ही नहीं ...

मैं तुम्हे और तुम मुझे बहुत देर तक यूँ ही देखते रहे
शायद हैरान थे और कुछ कोशिश आंसुओ को रोकने की भी थी
मुझे याद आया कि , जब हम पहली बार मिले थे ,
तब भी इतना नहीं देखा था एक दुसरे को ;
वक़्त से शिकवा करे या ज़िन्दगी से ,
कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था ….
……. लब खामोश थे .!!

होटल के खुले आँगन में एक पेड़ जिसमे ;
दो लाल रंग के फूल खिले थे;
उसके नीचे बैठकर, हमने चाय मंगाई .
हमेशा की तरह दो सफ़ेद कप
और उनमे ज़िन्दगी की रंग वाली चाय
हमने चाय पीना शुरू किया और
बेकार की बातो से एक दूसरे को टटोलना शुरू किया
जैसे ….कैसे हो
ज़िन्दगी कैसी है

निरर्थक से सवालों के
एक झूठा सा जवाब
सब अच्छा है ,
हर सवाल का यही जवाब था !!


हम थोड़ी थोड़ी देर में पीछे मुड जाते थे
जैसे किसी को देख रहे हो
[ जिसे उम्र भर देखना चाहा था ; वो सामने ही बैठा था ]
दरअसल ,हम अपने आंसुओ को पी जाने की नाकाम कोशिश कर रहे थे.

बहुत देर की ख़ामोशी के बाद मैंने कहा
मेरी याद नहीं आती !

तुमने एक फीकी सी मुस्कराहट को ओड़ कर कहा
नहीं ; अब नहीं आती है !!
पता नहीं ये सच था या झूठ ,

तुमने पुछा ,
तुम्हे भी नहीं आती होंगी
दुनिया में मन लग जाता है
मैंने कहा
“ यहाँ बात दिल की है”

मैंने पुछा ,
तुम्हे याद है सब कुछ
तुमने कहा , हाँ
तुमने मेरी देखकर कहा
और तुम्हे ?
मैंने कहा हाँ, मुझे सबकुछ बहुत अच्छे से याद है ,
in fact , मैं तो कुछ भी नहीं भूला हूँ
तुम्हे भी नहीं ...कभी नहीं ...!!

तुम रोने लगी
और मैं भी ;

आकाश में अचानक घुमड़ घुमड़ कर बादल आ गए थे
हलकी बूंदा बांदी शुरू हो गयी थी .

मैंने हाथ बढ़ाया तुम्हारी ओर
तुम्हे बारिश से बचाने के लिए ,
होटल के shade में ले जाना चाहता था
तुमने हिचकते हुए
मेरे हाथ में अपना हाथ दिया
उसी हाथ में ,
जिसे तुमने एक अजनबी से मोड़ पर छोड़ दिया था
समय भी कैसे कैसे पल दिखाता है हमें

तुम मेरे पास खड़ी थी
बारिश अब जोरो से होने लगी थी
मैंने तुमसे पुछा , याद है तुम्हे वो बारिश
तुमने मुस्करा कर कहा , कौनसी
मैंने कहा अरे वही उस पुराने शहर वाली बारिश
तुमने कहा कि हम कभी बारिश में भीगे ही नहीं
मैंने मुस्कराते हुए कहा , अब भीग जाए !!


तुमने कुछ देर ठहर कर कहा , मैं चलती हूँ ...

समय फिर रुक सा गया,
मैंने देखा चाय के कप में ;
पेड़ के फूलो से पानी टपक रहा था ;
और बारिश का पानी जमा हो रहा था .

मैंने कहा कि ,
नहीं .
अब मत जाओ ...


लेकिन तुमने मुझसे ज्यादा दुनिया देखी थी
और
मेरी प्रेम की दुनिया में तुम नहीं रह सकती थी .
क्योंकि साथ निभाना तुमने नहीं जाना था .


तुमने कहा ,
नहीं , अब बहुत देर हो चुकी है
और .......तुम चली गयी !


मैं बाहर आ कर तुम्हे मोड़ तक देखते रहा
मैं भीग रहा था जोरो से..
तुमने मुड़कर देखा मुझे मोड़ पर ;
और चली गयी .


मैं बहुत देर तक वह खड़ा रहा ,
और बारिश के पानी में ;
मेरे आंसुओ को मिलते हुए देखता रहा


मैं मुड कर देखा ,
मोड पर अब कोई नहीं था
और ;
वो दो फूल झड गए थे .
चाय के कप में अब पूरी तरह से बारिश का पानी भर गया था ;
और शायद ज़िन्दगी में भी !!!!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Let Me Understand

My wooded house
Once made of mud walls
With a tiles covered roof
Supported by woods and bamboos,
Where the sun light used to sneak in
In the morning like a stealth cat
When horizon was turnig bright,
And visited every nook and cornor of the house
Following grandma's slow,measured steps
And hid silently
Behind the western outermost wall
As the evening knocked at the gate,
The burning lanterns in the courtyard
Matched with twinkling stars in the sky,
Now silently rests
Only in the histroy of my mind and heart.

It's stilI fresh in my mind
How I used to sleep with my grand maa
On the old loose cot
Kept in the middle of the courtyard,
Watching the endless sky
Full of millions of stars,
Listening the stories of paradise.

But today
As the wish of our successors prevails
There stands a palatial building
Full of well furnished rooms,
Cars and physical cares
With utmost privacy
For each and everyone.

What is not in the air
Is the scent of collective efforts,
And the touch of pain and pleasure,
Wherewith the walls and roofs were made,
There are designer beds,carved wooden sofas,
But no soft and craddling cot
Whereupon my childhood slept
In fearless freedom
With some affectionate elderly touch.

Let me live but once
Under the shadow of those days,
And embrace
The feel of togetherness.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

DISCOVERY

Proud we are
In our discovery of soul
That's of self
And not of what is before.

In the West : A guiding force,
In the East going within
Though unseen,
Yet visible
Like human stages
Right from the child-hood.

The variety of truth and time,
The world under a guise
And attempts of men
To open the universe
Like the unbuttoning of shirt
Is the happiest quest
That satisfy
The exploring lust of mind.

Achievements
Brings progress,pleasure
But not always peace.
There is darkness
And dense smoke
Spread all around
Even during the day

Our discovery breaks
Other's discovery,
Inventions,enrich inventions
Then what remains to reach.

Friday, June 10, 2011

BUNYAN TO BONSAI

There is no place.....
For seeding plants,
No space for trees,
No room for little grass,
No passage for breeze.

Bunyan tells
To its little Bonsai,
Kept on the balcony
Of the second floor
"Pleasure comes
From within
When you effortlessly try".

By cutting their twigs,
And tying with wires
Its delicate trunks
They check its desire
For a hand full of sky.
Where it will see
Birds flying
And reflect
What progress is,
How and why?

No shades of affection
Only shining walls
With color so green ,
Chairs around a table.
And the furious sun out side.
Stars studded on the ceilings
Behind the moving fans,
Barely saves some sheen.

Today
The work and ways,
Show every heart behind a cage
Laughter or smile
Becoming just an exercise
That keeps body fit,
Muscles strong
With fresh air going inside.

Life is slave of time,
Time is slave of time,
It keep strict watch on
Men laughing without laugh,
Walking without a distance
Yet trying to look so wise
With instant material rise.

Was it a case in the past
When people had time
To laugh and let laugh
Living on the grains
Of happiness
With a nice cool head
And a thinking heart?

Happy were those days
When plants turned into trees,
River flowed with ease,
Birds soared in the sky
And came back
With the dying sun
To their cozy nests.
As nothing was at cease.

Since men are growing nuclear
In their day to day life,
Radiation of desire
Has spread all around.
With the fast fleeting moments
Relations have turned bonsai,
Time and tense has turned bonsai,
Thoughts have turned bonsai.
Nothing moves skywards,
Emotions don't grow fast.

Everything curtailed-
Be it food,salt or fat,
Freshness of mind
Happiness of heart-
All's going south
Yet illness is all time high.

Let the bonsai break
Its wire and grow,
Grow into a tree so high.
Sit in the balcony with a cup of tea
And watch them calling you
To join the curly shade
Join the intimate soil.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

THIS YEAR TOO ...…

Like previous years,
This year too
The effigies of Ravana
Along with Kumbhkarna and Meghnatha
Will be consigned to flames
Onceagain
With loud and deafening crackers
And thousand thunderous claps,
Cheered by all:
Be it old, young or small.

But once again
Attempts would surely fail
To burn them all
As the trio has melted
Into the body of Ramas
And has got slowly multiplied
Keeping their Soul intact, undetected,
Making it difficult for burning Fire
To penetrate the core.

Laxman keeps drawing a line
To save Sitas
But all without fire.
Now none fears
That dreaded idiomatic line.

Year after year
The trio is gaining heights
And growing in numbers,
Flames are also rising high,
Dark smoke leaping
To touch the sky.

Today every Rama is doubtful
As Ravana within is holding forte,
“V” that once stood for villain,
Now stands victor.

Next year again
We will get ready
To burn them all
Like a bonfire
And dance around that pyre
Knowing it well
It didn’t work and won't work
Till the naval is hit once again
With the arrow of corrective fire.

Time is ripe to know
What is Rama and what Ravana is?
This myth has to be broken now
As happening makes it everyday
A biggar speaking tree.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

IN THE NAME OF TRADITION

Like Yesterdays
Even today
The sky is not so blue,
The wind is not blowingso soft,
The rising Sun is hotter,
The evening,more dusty,
And the moonless night is darker
Than ever even with stars.

Things are right
Till you don't apply your mind
And blindly follow
The pre-laid medieval path,
And move ahead
With meek obedience
Holding their fingers
In your hand,
Listening to the music
They play,
Seeing the world
Through their eyes,

Once you grow young
And make-up your mind,
Try to find your ways,
And do something
That you wish to do
In coming days
You will go horribly wrong,
In the world
Where people seek
To have their way,
Want to have their say.
If denial comes,
Souls are snatched.
No heart is found,
No mind appears,
No remorse is seen
In the watery eyes.

Don't know why ?
Those arms and embrace
That cradled you once,
Wherein you slpt
All fearless
In the fairy world,
Turns tormentors
At once?

No body knows,
Wants to know
Why young generation
Always have to pay
For their freedom,
For their choice.

Perhaps
This is in our blood
That streams through......
Each and everyone
But seeks no change.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

PAST MADE ME

Whenever I open
The back-door and walk out
On the long memory lane,
I always see
A lush green Village
Full of mango trees and palm
On the bank of a rainy-river,
Damned forever
By a mighty dam.

Now not flowing so fast,
Lying motionless
Between her banks
Like a grand-old-mother,
Looking at her grand children
Playing fearlessly all around.

There.....
On the silky sand
Spread like the dust of gold
Lies our childhood
Making and breaking structures,
Throwing a ball of sand
At each-other,
Or one another,
And laughing to see
Sand mingling with sand.

In the morning.
Under the rising sun
A small boy standing
And watching
A velvety paddy fields
Carpetted dark green
Full of water and fish,
Swaying with the blowing wind

I see
A young child
Dipping hands in the water
To catch a fleeing fish,
Or running after the jumping frogs.
And catching the firefly
To make lights of my own
After the sun goes down.

Today
I am far-far away from her,
But in my long memory-chain
Even with her thinning stream
She never ceased to flow,
Nor did she left caressing
My incessantly drifting dreams.

I Still love her presence
As she keeps my past
In her breast......