Saturday, October 31, 2009

shayari

तेरी ख़ामोशी में भी शिकायत सुने देती है
के यार तेरे आँखों के नूर ने शायर बना दिया

तेरे तसव्वुर में अलफ़ाज़ खो गए ...
महफिल में तेरी तारीफ़ न हो सकी इसमें हमने क्या किया?

Friday, October 30, 2009

farewell poem

ये कहकहे कहेंगे कल की खामोशियों में
की यार कभी वो दिन भी थें

ये महफिलें कहेंगी कल की तनहाइयों में
की यार कभी हम तनहा न थें

ये मिकडे ज्झूम कर्र याद दिलाते रहेंगे कल की मदहोशियों में
की यार कभी हम भी होशमंद थें

Saturday, October 24, 2009

माँ

'झा' कर के जब मैं चिप जाता
आँगन में तंगी साडी के पीछे
मुघे दूंद्ती आ जाती वो अँखियाँ मीचे

साडी की झिलमिल ओत से मैं हंस देता
दौड़ कर माँ को नन्हीबाहों में कस लेता
रजा बेटा कह मुघे द्लारती
मुझे गुदगुदा खुद ही हर्षाती

मुझे उठा फिर गोंडी में स्वप्न लोक में लके जाती
स्वप्न लोक में परियां होतिएँ परियों में मैं चिप घबराता
झाल्लाकर्र ओठ जाता
झा करता माँ को बगल में ही पाता

माँ मेरी सौ परियों से सुन्दर
परम पावन उस्सका आँगन
मेरी तीरथ मेरी माता
मेरी मंदिर उसका प्रांगन

मैया मोसे खोई मुरलिया

मैया मोसे खोई मुरलिया
ला दे मोहे नयी मुरलिया
मैया मोसे खोई मुरलिया

जा बैठा जबब यमुना तीरे
चल लागी पवन धीरे धीरे
याद आ गयी धुन वो पुरानी
नांच उठी थी जिसपे राधिका रानी
टूटी थी मैया उस दिन उस्सकी पजनिया
मेह्कन लागी थी जब सुर फुलवरिया
फिसल हाथ से गिरी यमुना जी में मोरी मुरलिया

....
गिरी तोसे जो तोरी मुरलिया
देख तो चल के मोरे लल्ला
यमुना जी ही बनी मुरलिया ...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

where is God?

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Growing up in a traditional Indian middle class family, I got to know the same stuff as most of you know and the things that have now so deeply rooted in our thinking that now we don’t even see a scope of questioning them. No, I am not talking about superstition or misunderstanding something, I am talking about our inability to see the seeds when they were being sown (by our parents and society) and the black ribbon around our eyes that disallows us to see the tree that’s standing tall in front of us today.
I remember how my parents would talk to some of our guests cordially and as soon as the guests would leave, they would look so relieved. Yes, it’s a torture to laugh at jokes you don’t like. It’s a torture to throw smiling faces at your guests whose presence disturbs you. It’s a torture to know that the studies of your kids are being affected by the frequent guests, after all, the competition outside is tough. Were they like this when they were kids? Was there no time in their lives when they really used to laugh with their hearts? Were they always to speculative and afraid of the outside world? I don’t think so. I feel something changed them with time. In fact time changed them. Time changed their lives. People rightly say, “Life keeps changes with time”. Well, they changed their lives to make sure ours’ become good. What I question today is that, “what exactly, do they mean by GOOD LIFE?” Now, you must be wondering, why I have now moved away from the topic, why this digression? Well, my friend, believe me the whole story revolves around this question.
Let’s just ask ourselves today and try to get the answer of this very simple question: “ Are we a part of any one single relationship that is not standing on the word “requirement” ?“. Where there’s a need, there’s a relationship. This is the point where relationship comes in, this the point where it takes a leave. Relationship! Big word, isn’t it?
When we were young we were blind to these “seemingly" simple facts of today. We used to observe the smallest beauty of nature closely. I remember how I would observe the ants moving here and there for hours. I used to feel bad about a dead insect and feel the pain of its siblings. But then I grew up. Time changed my life. Now, I know the reality. An insect does not deserve so much observation now. And now we use the word insect as a synonym for small, less important. But dear friend, you were the kid related to this creature few years back-unconditionally. You saw God without any extra effort in the smallest beauties of nature. For you the rainbow was the glimpse of the almighty, the moving ant was the testimony of his omnipresence. You didn’t need a spiritual guru or a holy book to make you believe that there was some God somewhere. You were so pure hearted that you could see everything so clearly then. Oh yes, “pure heart” is the point where the whole discussion is pointing to. Look, your mind and heart have now gradually lost the purity. We lost it together. But if it’s lost then where did it go? Yes, the purity of soul, where is it? The answer lies in another question-“ Is it worth searching for it? Is there a need of purity here?”
Well, the whole idea about writing this piece of poor literature was to just find people who think like me or have the answers to the questions and are standing on the other side of this river of confusion. I don’t know, if I was very articulate or not in keeping my point in front of you, but I know one thing for sure, and that is, there’s no other side of this river.

ऐसे भी तो दिन आयेंगे

 ऐसे भी तो दिन आयेंगे, बिलकुल तनहा कर जाएँगे रोयेंगे हम गिर जाएँगे, ख़ामोशी में पछतायेंगे याद करेंगे बीती बातें ख़ुशियों के दिन  हँसती रातें...