Tuesday, 25 December 2018

Who Are You


Who are you? I asked.
He gave no reply,
Why do I have such love,
And longing for you?
He kept quiet,
Or was he really quiet?
Was it the figment,
Of my imagination,
Because,
I have not met him,
Never seen him,
Oh have not even been,
Anywhere near him.
It was indeed my imagination,
A dream most pleasant.
Yes I was dreaming,
I am with him,
Hugging him,
Kissing him,
Cuddling him,
His smile bringing sunshine,
In the eve of my life.
Then the babbling wakes me up,
My daydreaming comes to an end,
He is near me,
My love of my life
Lying on mat,
Next to me.
I look at him,
And am rewarded by,
Most beautiful toothless smile.
My heart melts,
I get my answers,
I hug him,
Take him with me,
To the dream world of mine.
Listening to gurgling sound,
Endless chattering.
I forget that I have to return back,
From dream world.
My reverie is broken,
By a loud scream,
Reminding me,
It is feeding time,
Oh my baby you give me,
such beautiful looks,
My elf,
My Ajay,
You are love of my life.
You are my sunshine.

Saturday, 25 August 2018

The Lonely Tree


The lonely tree on the  slope of hillock kept spreading its branches- I thought it was growing, because it looked so green, so full of life. But one fine day it was lying dead on the very slope it took birth  I wondered why? Why such green tree fell to the ground. I went up the slope and found the hollow trunk wrapped up in green climbers and creepers.
But why did it fall? It looked so full of life, extending its branches as if trying to touch the sky.
It remained a mystery to me. It was getting water, sunlight and the soil seemed to be fertile  so why did it fall? What made it's healthy trunk go hollow and weak?  The colorful climbers and creepers were making it look so beautiful.
I could not solve the mystery because I was inexperienced I and  had much to learn about the truth of life.
Today at aripe old age, having spent six decades on this planet I still sees that tree. I dream about that tree with my open eyes in broad day light.
That tree depicts reality, fact of life. Now I understand why it fell.
When climbers and creepers take support, they suck you dry from within. Now I understand the extending branches did not want to touch the sky  they were the extended arms asking for help.
They were saying help me, help me get rid of these unwelcome guests. But the world was oblivious to it's cry. After all it looked so lively and green.
Why do I speak of that tree now? Because with passing years I have gained loads of experience.
Why do I  speak of that tree now?
Because that tree is My Mother, Me, You or anyone else who lets these creepers take your support, grow, suck you dry and then when you die (age mentally,  emotionally and physically) leave you to rot for the want of understanding and support.
You allow them to suck the much needed Elixir of life without knowing the rot they have set in you. They grow around you,  and you look so contended and beautiful to world,  just like that tree. Neither you nor the world know what is to come.
NOW I lnow the happy go lucky tree was suffering. The moss had grown, cut off all sunlight and air , choking the tree. The tree had extended it's arms asking for help but the world was too busy to notice. The tree died of suffocation. The tree died for the lack of care, love and affection. The tree died for the lack of understanding.
Can I cut the creepers and be free? No I cannot. Why? Because they have made inroads within me  cutting them and getting rid of them is life threatening.
Is it my fault?  I asked the dead tree.
They are yet devouring me in death and slowly running away from me. They know in no time I will be of no good use to them so are running away to greener tree or may I say greener pasture. But I do ot care, let them be.
I wondered what now? The tree gave the answer again. Nothing  not a bit to worry.
I asked the tree can I cut the creepers and climbers?
Did I? It asked in return. If you cut it you will be cutting a part of you, if you uproot them and thus your heart will bleed  'cause they are rooted deep in your heart.
What then I asked?

The tree said:
Go to the the place I had fallen,
You had taken me for dead.
O! human that is the difference,
Between you and me,
You wallow in sorrow,
And
For  me it is,
Never say dead.
I may fallen but not defeated,
My soul lives,
I got up from ground and raise my head,
My spirit is indomitable.
Go where I lay on the ground, and see for yourself.
So I went,
Saw the tree lying on the ground,
With it's own green canopy,
Smiling at the world,
In victory
Teaching us a lesson,
No one can kill us,
But ourself.
That day I learnt my lesson from the tree,  that let the creepers leave you for dead. If I want to be happy I have to say:
I may be weak,
I may have fallen,
Not broken from within,
I may be alone,
But
Not dead.
It is upto us to be happy or sad.
I have made my choice to live like tree. What about you?


Thursday, 9 August 2018

Conversation with river



It was, after almost 50 yrs I was in a, city I grew up 'Kanpur'. I went to my favorite point where we used to play in sand, eat freshly plucked muskmelon, watermelon and splash in the waves of river. I closed my eyes and sat there. But some thing was, amiss. No it cannot be the same river whose water we used to scoop to quench our thirst while playing. So I asked the river :

I :
What is thy name,
O mighty river,
Who flows so majestically,
And creat musical notes so pure.
I sit by your side,
Watching the confluence of nature,
And beauty created by mankind.

But do forgive me,
I forget your name,
I implore you,
Tell me what is Thy name.

She :
Call me Yamuna,
Call me Ganga,
Call me by any other name,
I am a river.

I may look black, blue, red or white,
I may be small,
I may be big,
Yet I am called River,
And that I think, is my name.

I:
Oh River I know,
I know you are a river,
But why are you so hesitant,
In divulging thy name?

You take offense at my failing memory?
But how can you forget,
I have grown old,
Sitting by your side.
My sight  is weakened,
My legs won't support me,
Yet I remember your majestic beauty,
I have enjoyed since my childhood,
I beg you,
Tell me what is thy name?

She:
O lady!
I remember once my children,
Tiny, small and big,
Used to live happily,
In me.
You all creatures,
Used to enjoy my bounties,
I was called the lifeline of you all.

Unlike you I do not grow old,
Yet like yours,
My memory also fails me,
The fishes are dying,
My banks are no longer the same,
All the happy noises are gone.

I feel suffocated,
I am dying,
For reason unknown to me.

Oh lady do you know the reason?
I also implore you,
To tell me,
Why I am dying?

My memory also fails me,
Ask others what is my name,
Find out and let me also know,
What's my name.

I:
I squished my nose,
Oh what a foul smell,
The banks are dirty,
And water soiled,
I opened my bleary eyes,
Oh who did this to my Ganga!
I hung my head in shame.

I got up eyes downcast,
Walked quietly away,
I did not have courage,
To tell her,
Her name.

Her cries,
Save me! save me!
Could be heard far away.

With folded hands,
I said;
O! Ganga Mighty Ganga,
Do me a favor one last time,
Forgive me,
My Ma! forgive me,
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Sunday, 20 May 2018

सत्य (Satya-The Truth Of Life)



इस जीवन के कुछ पल जी तो लूँ
फिर आजाना तू मुझको लेने,
ऐ मौत क्यों न तुझे दया आती,
ये वक्त नहीं है मरने का।

    क्यूँ फूल खिले बगिया में,
    वीरान उसे जब होना था,
    अब अपने भी पराये लगते हैं,
    तू रूक जरा उन्हें पहचान तो लूँ ,
    ये वक्त नहीं है मरने का।

कुछ रिश्ते हैं,
कुछ नाते हैं,
कुछ अपने और पराये हैं,
अब घर की चार दिवारें पूछती,
वो कौन जो तेरे अपने हैं,
वो कौन जो तेरे पराये हैं।
ऐ मौत मुझे कुछ और पल  जीने दे,
इन दीवारों को समझा दूं मैं,
ये वक्त नहीं है जाने का..।

    इक बीज था मैंने बोया,
    अंकुर से पेड़ बना वो,
    कितना सहलाया,
    कितना दुलराया,
    सोचा कभी छाँव मेरी बनेगा वो,
    पर इस उम्र कि तपती धूप में,
    उस छाँव को ढ़ूढ़ति फिरती हूँ,
    ऐ मौत जरा रुक,  रुक
    उस छाँव में जरा बैठ तो लूँ,
    ये वक्त नहीं है मरने का...।

जिस पेड़ को तूने पाला था,
हलराया था,
दुलराया था,
वह पेड़ तो ऊंचा हो चला,
उस पेड़ के नीचे छाँव नहीं,
बस कांटों की है भरमार वहाँ,
जिस पेड़ को तू ढ़ूढ़ती है,
वह पेड़ तेरे आंगन में कहाँ।

    उठ यहां कोई तेरा अपना न पराया है,
    यह देश भी तेरा बेगाना है,
    तेरी बगिया सदा आबाद रहे,
    इसी मनोभाव से तुझे लेने आया हूँ,
    अब देर न कर,
    तू चल, देर न कर,
    तुझे अपने, पराये दिखाता हूँ।

यह अटल सत्य है रे पगली,
यहां कोई किसीका अपना नहीं,
सब बेगाने हैं।

    मैं मानने को तैयार नहीं,
    भटके कदमों ने ढ़ूढ़ ही लिया,
    सोचा
    अब पेड़ की छाँव में बैठूंगी।

पग लड़खड़ाऐ,
आंखें भर आईं,
     डग मग डग मग लुड़की मैं,
     मौत ने मुझको थाम लिया,
     मौत ने मुझको थाम लिया।
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Thursday, 19 April 2018

Colorful Riots


The sky was clear, such pure blue color of sky reminded me of my childhood, when gazing at sky and imagining what lay beyond that pure blue used to be best time for fertile brain of we youngsters.

The roads were lined with thick vegetation of different shape, size of trees. My son took me to my dream land. Yes it was indeed as if I have landed into the dreamland of my childhood, only this time it was earth not sky.
It was the month of October and most of the people I saw or were clad in woolens and why not the wind had a sharp nip to it. But here was I with a sleeveless dress enjoying the cold wind caressing my arms, my cheeks and blowing away my hair.

It seemed that God had painted the earth with all colors it had in its pallet. Hues of yellow, red, brown, green…..!  it was riot of colors. I always let the child within to remain alive in a small corner of my heart, just for the occasion and place like this. I danced with joy seeing and being amidst the pure, natural beauty.

 

The sound of river flowing at a distance in the reserve forest, the rustling of leafs due to movement of small earthy creatures could be heard, the quietness and tranquility of the place was mesmerizing and infectious. I wished the time to stop, or at least slow down, so that I could feast my eyes till they refuse to remain open, and when they indeed close I dream only and only of the beautiful site I behold in my memory.

The tall trees were yellow with sprinkling of green to remind us that they were painted initially pure green, then Mother Nature wanted to add color so sprinkled them liberally with bright yellow. Some trees got envious and went to God to complain about not getting colorful treatment by Mother Nature. Come on! do not be so jealous, go back and let me check what can be done. Thus he gave Mother Nature pallet full of blue, red, purple, maroon, pink, white, crimson color. Go and be judicious to all trees, they are your beauty, savior and life. Be impartial and of course I expect you to be most artistic. Let no plant come again to me complaining.


One by one the colors were used and none of the plants were left untouched by them. After finishing the work, much exhausted Mother Nature went to rest a bit. This was the time I first saw the beauty of Fall colors. So bright, so welcoming, nature in its full glory.
 

We went around the forest reserve for almost one hour.
My love for camera and taking pictures for posterity sometimes irritates people with me, but that day I was not interested in taking photos as I wanted to soak in the nature and the fresh cool air around me. I wanted to one amongst them (Trees). Camera was a obstacle that day. (My son clicked the photos).

Almighty was happy and showering all warmth and love on the savior of life on earth “The Trees”. Beauty when goes to the head can bring the downfall. Now with everyone is appreciating the colorful beauty of plants, they got little high headed. Laughing at the creatures living on then or near then, swaying fiercely with their crowning glory, toppling the nests of birds (sometimes with their eggs or little ones in them), dropping their leafs on ground in hoards thus causing darkness to the creatures snuggling there.

The cost they paid? Well it was heavy cost they had to pay.
The warmth bestowed by God was no longer there, the colors started to fade and then the Mother Nature scowled upon them. The nature was in its dark, cold mood. Blue sky was covered with white, grey and black clouds.  


With the warmth and blessing of Mother Nature gone the trees could not sustain themselves. Leafs became dull brown, and the branches started shedding them in hoards. Leafs fell on ground and got trampled upon by humans and animals walking there. They cried, snuggled with each other but to no avail. They got crushed. They could not regain their lost beauty.



Rain and snow came from above and said “Soak in me and earth will soak you and get enriched”. The oneness with soil is the penance you must do. Thus the trees were denuded of their bright foliage. When they soaked in the water and snow and learned to love the lowest of the creature, their penance was completed.
The foliage returned to the trees with full glory of green, to through the same cycle again.

Every phase of this cycle is awesome. All the adjectives in lexicon are mere words for such a marvel of nature.

Come on Ma, we are waiting for over an hour for you. His hand on my shoulder brought me out of my trance.
Oh Uday I felt like a child in dream world and wanted to shout out of happiness.
Indeed you did and loudest. You were very happy Ma.
Yes son I was very happy and the memories bring smile to my face always.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Matrys

Listening to debate of Republic TV today, I felt sad and distressed that people like Owasi and Pramod Krishnan cannot understand that a militant and terrorist is not an Indian, thus is labeled by his/her religion. But Indian security forces, Army, Navy, Airforce personals are all Indians, thus not labeled by religion. They are taught to leave their religious, cast, creed outside before entering forces. They are Indians and only Indians.
It pains and angers me to see these people playing politics at the martyrdom of our heros.
I salute those who have sacrificed their lives, their families who will bear the loss through out their lives. Because of them we are safe and enjoying life.
Dear politicians please give them a gift this Valentine's day :
"Give due respect to matrys and do not politicize their martyrdom".
Jai Hind.


Monday, 15 January 2018

महकता हुआ इक हवा का झोंका

महकता हुआ इक हवा का झोंका आया,
खुशबू कितने फूलों की लाया,
पर मैं तो खडी रही हतस्तब्ध,
मैं भ्रमित हूँ या कोई झोंका हवा का आया?

खिलखिलाकर जब उसने याद दिलाया,
खुली आँखों से सोयी,
जैसे स्वपन हो कोई,
उसे अपने सन्मुख तब मैंने पाया।
कितनी मधुर थी वो संध्या की बेला,
जब उसने मुझे नानी कह कर बुलाया।

तुम्हारा लड़खड़ाते हुए भाग के आना,
नानू से नानी की शिकायत करना,
रसोई में ड़ब्बे बरतनों को खिलौंना बनाना,
खिलखिलाना भाग के गोदी में आना,
बहुत याद आता है ओ मेरी गुड़िया,
तेरा खिलखिलाना।

बहुत सलीके से रख्खा है घर अब,
नहीं कुछ इधर से उधर होती है अब,
आओ ना मिल कर खेलैंगे हम तुम,
घर को मैदान बनाएंगे हम तुम,
'मिकू किधर है' की पुकार लगाऊंगी मैं ,जब
मेरे पास भाग कर आओगी तुम,
खिलखिलाओगी तुम।

नानू नानी याद करते बहुत हैं,
अब जल्दी से आओ,
मिहिका वह हवा का झोंका पुनः ले के आओ।
पुनः ले के आओ, पुनः ले के आओ।
इंतजार करती हुई
तुम्हारी नानी।