Friday, April 23, 2010

‘People’, ‘society’ and ‘need’

‘People’, ‘society’ and ‘need’ were some of the words that I found difficult to spell in my school days. It’s not that these words were long or difficult to memorize, I was rather scared by their mention. I fond myself so weak. Constantly my conscience kept telling me that I was a unique human being with some great qualities but the real word made me feel my limitations and meaninglessness of my qualities. A poet for instance has no place in the corporate world. A human being with no desires, no passions will be left behind in the competitive world outside. A thinker living below poverty line will never be able to emerge as a great leader and reformer. Well exceptions are always there but that’s also not very encouraging. If I am born in India and I do not belong to Gandhi-Nehru family what are my chances to become the Prime Minister of my country some day? Some of you will start counting the names of Manmohan Singh ji, Atal ji etc. Well I leave this question here and move forward. The point is that I see a lot many flaws in our system. Let it be educational, let it be judicial, political etc. I feel if one believes in oneself and loves oneself then at some point or the other, he/she will break down in front of the rigid system. The passion to think something out of the box and work hard dies out by time. Sincere efforts are rarely noticed and awarded. People are becoming selfish, corrupt and inhumane. Those who are capable of doing something are tending to become indifferent to the society. The needy are wooed by the greedy politicians. The picture in ugly, the truth is bitter. I do not criticize the situation. I accept the facts. But I have changed now, I no longer laugh. I can see the truth in front of me like a devil and see myself as a walking corpse. The soul is silent, the mind is calm, conscience is in some sort of melancholy and there’s a scary silence within. I do not detest anyone, I do not argue with anyone and let them stick to their beliefs. I make myself see a blade of grass for hours and try to find a reason to live in such seemingly tiny things. If I am content with whatever I have why does the ‘people’, the ‘society’ makes me feel the ‘need’ to strive more and long for something more something extra? Why am I judged on the metrics set by others? Why am I an atheist if I do not believe in the form of God you do? Why can’t my set of belief be accepted as my own religion? Will you let me live...o’ my people ..o’ my society? ..............................

Sunday, April 18, 2010

उलझनें जीवन की

सुलझाने जो बैठा उलझनें जीवन की
उलझता चला गया
जाने कब गांठें पड़ी जीवन की डोर में
जाने कब दोनों सिरे हाथ से छूट गए


चक्रेश

Saturday, April 17, 2010

अंत अनंत का है नहीं फिर

अंत अनंत का है नहीं फिर
डगर का मोल क्या
मृतु मुक्ति है नहीं फिर
उमर* का मोल क्या ....................................................0

कारवां मेरा नहीं ये
मैं तो बस एक राहगीर
मैं किसी का हूँ नहीं फिर
सफ़र का मोल क्या .......................................................1

प्रभु के जिसको कहते हैं सब
पास होकर भी दूर है
धर्म मारने के हो काबिल फिर
ज़हर का मोल क्या.........................................................2


गर्भ सागर का गुहर से हो भरा
पल पल उठता तूफ़ान हो
खाली हाथ आये किनारे फिर
लहर का मोल क्या..........................................................3


टप टप टपकती चाँदनी का
'चक्रेश' एक चातक है तू
चाँद अनजान हो यदि फिर
चाक जिगर को मोल क्या...................................................4

चक्रेश चल अब लौट चल
चाह तुझको किसकी यहाँ पर
भीड़ में भी हो तू अकेला फिर
शहर का मोल क्या...........................................................5

Friday, April 16, 2010

अंतिम दिन जीवन के

अंतिम दिन जीवन के यदि ये
पीर हृदय की रह जाए
के दौड़-धूप में बीत गए पल
प्रियतम से कुछ ना कह पाएँ

प्राण कंठ तक आ पहुंचें हों
भाव मुखरित न होते हों
प्यासा हो मन पाने को प्रिय को
बैरी नयन धुंधला जाएँ

शिथिल पड़ता मेरा शरीर हो
धमनियों में हो मद्धम रक्त प्रवाह
और बीते पल एक एक करके
मस्तिष्क पटल परछा जाएँ

चित्त चिता की राह ताकता
मृत सैया पे लेटा हो
आगे बढ़ कर दाग दे कोई
धुवां राख सब हो जाए

अंतिम दिन जीवन के यदि ये
पीर हृदय की रह जाए
के दौड़-धूप में बीत गए पल
प्रियतम से कुछ ना कह पाएँ

Its never easy for me to translate a poem. I give it a shot.
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On the last day of life, if a guilt sets in the heart
All life got lost in senseless race and I couldn't speak my heart to my beloved..

That life is about to leave the body and I am not able able to express myself
In that moment if the eyes wander to catch a glimpse of the beloved and every sight gets blurred..

That the blood flow in the nerves starts to slow down and each and every moment from the past
starts unfurling in the mind...

That the body lays on the logs waiting for the final pyre
Someone moves forward and give the final spark
and all that was gets lost to ashes and dust...

what is on the last day of life this guilt sets in ...

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

for all my batchmates @ISM

chalte tehalte kab aa pahuncha tha
main is anjaan se sheher mein
aur hissa ban gaya ek naye caarvan ka

kab shaam dhali naya din aaya
kuch yaad hi nahi

fir safar par chal diye thein
naye raahgeeron ke saath
haste gaate ek naye sheher ki or

kab shaam dhali naya din aaya
kuch yaad hi nahi

ab alvida kehne ka samay aaya hai
kyun lag raha hai ke
kisi se theek se kuch baat bhi na hui

kab shaam dhali naya din aaya
kuch yaad hi nahi

kaise beet gaye ye din raat
hum to dheere dheere chal rahe thein
ye antim padaav kab aaya


kab shaam dhali naya din aaya
kuch yaad hi nahi

haath hilata hun hanskar alvida kehta hun
par hridey ko to bas udaasiyon ne ghera hai
antim padaav par antim bhnet ye tumko saathi
antim kavya ye mera hai

ये जिंदगी by Sanjay Bhaskar

ये जिंदगी भी न जाने कितने मोड़ लेती है
हर मोड़ पर नया सवाल दे देती है
ढूंढते रहते है हम जवाब जिंदगी भर
जवाब मिल जाते है तो
जिंदगी सवाल बदल देती है |




http://sanjaybhaskar.blogspot.com/

Sunday, April 11, 2010

सृष्टी एक अनंत रचना

सृष्टी एक अनंत रचना
विधाता की दैवीय रचना

पात्र जिसके तुम हो हम हैं
विवरण में जिसके शब्द कम हैं
विधाता के कर कमलों की महिमा
काल पृष्टों पर अंकित ये रचना

नदी की लय ताल देखो
व्योम वो ये पाताल देखो
जीवन का संचार जिसमे
ऐसी अद्भुत विस्तृत ये रचना

Saturday, April 10, 2010

कुछ पन्ने थें अधूरे दिल की किताब के

कुछ पन्ने थें अधूरे दिल की किताब के
कुछ लिखा मिटा गए ये छीटे शराब के

सब-ऐ-फुरकत गुजारी मैकदे में कुछ ऐसे
चर्चे सारी रात चलें उन्ही के शबाब के

सिलवट नहीं चेहरे पर कोई शिकन न थी
रात दाग भी न था हुस्न पर माहताब के

फिर सय्याद दिन का तीर आँखों में चुभ गया
तनहाइयों से घिर गए सिलसिले टूटे खाब के

टुकड़ों से खाबों के कोई शिकवा नहीं लेकिन
चुभने लगे हैं ताने अब जहाँ-ने-खराब के

Friday, April 9, 2010

तारीफ़ करता था शेरों की जो अपने नहीं थें

तारीफ़ करता था शेरों की जो अपने नहीं थें
लिखता था जुमले जो कभी छपने नहीं थें

करता था बागबानी अरमानों के बागों में
लगये वो फूल जो खिजाओं में पनपने नहीं थें

जुदा हुआ मुझसे ज़ालिम साया भी मेरा
मेरे पते के ख़त भी अब मेरे अपने नहीं थें

इन आखों में चुभते हैं हर पल ये तुकडे
टूटे जो पलकों पे, फकत सपने नहीं थें

खूब रोया लिपट कर जिनसे मैं पहरों
होश आया तो जाना वो अपने नहीं थें

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

एक तस्वीर

एक तस्वीर..
..अनभिज्ञ..
दर्शक की आँखों से
आज्ञाकारी, सुशील पुत्री सी
कलाकार पिता की तुलिका का मान रखती
एक संस्कृति को अपने आप के संजोये
मानो किसी आदेश का पालन करती
या किसी कपिल मुनि के शाप
से पत्थर बनी अहिल्या सी
राम के पद कमलों के स्पर्श की प्रतीक्षा में
सदियों से
चिपकी हुई है इन गुफाओं की पथरीली कठोर छाती पर

Monday, April 5, 2010

My pursuit to know LIFE

Sitting in the side upper birth of a train, I realise how similar is this journey and my journey of life are. For many days I was having some questions about life and I was unable to comprehend the purpose of life. I read Shreemad Bhagwad Geeta but still I could understand very little. If I believed that there was a supreme power called God, and that He created the Universe and life and everything we can perceive or can’t, then also I could not understand His purpose of creating everything. If He is so great He won’t just go on showing off His power just to see His followers, worshippers and to see how a man becomes weak and finally kneels down to Him and asks for help. I found the whole philosophy presented in Bhagwad Geeta lacking one critical point which I give utmost importance and that is PURPOSE. I talked to many wise men, and ended up finding myself even more puzzled. Throughout my life I have believed that a theory, a fact or an answer to a question can be taken as correct if and only if it’s simple and to the point. Well, at some point during my pursuit for truth, I forced myself to change my belief and make myself understand that few things are intrinsically complex or they are such that they get complex if we try to bind them with our beliefs. I stared believing in own form of God. I stared believing that there is some higher form of knowledge and there is some higher form of understanding that I need to develop through belief and patience. I started meditating and pondering over few points for hours. It was painful at times and was very enlightening at the very next moments. By now I have gained some insight about life. I feel Life is a game and we are the players. It has a simple rule one needs to know: DON’T ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT IT. Till the time you keep the rule in your mind, you are the player and life is the game. The day to start questioning it becomes the other way round. Life starts playing games with you. Bhagwad Geeta stresses on collectivism and its importance. It says that a man should work for the welfare of the society without any vested interest of his own and should not have the sense of the doer of his actions. He should not fear death as the spirit never dies. A man should work only because he is born and he should not take recluse in inaction (the first words from the Lotus lips of the lord Himself: ‘klambam ma sad gamyah parth......’). If I don’t ask question about who is God and how to seek Him and know Him. If I stop questioning my purpose of life and start living a of a man who works till he can and sleep when he is tired and never lets himself feel that he is the doer of the actions he does; and if I, while doing any action, ask myself just one question: is this action of mine going to be of any good to the society?, then will I be doing justice to this life? Well, yes. That’s what I feel. I am not going to lose anything here and am not going to take anything away from here, why should I bother about what else life could have been. Well, at this point you may be thinking what exactly I mean by “I”. If ‘I’ am not going to take anything from here, then this puts up two questions: what do I mean by ‘I’ and do I believe that the death of this physical body is different from the death of ‘I’. Do I believe that the soul is different from the body? This is a point where I am still speculative and it’s probably one of the last questions I need to get a concrete answer. I know I am breaking the rule I stated above of not questioning anything, I know that I am knowingly letting the life to play with me but then let me see how it feels to be a peg on a chess board and fight a battle rather than sit on a garden chair and take sips of coffee and play lazily. I am very cautious as I am going ahead. I know there’s a trap waiting for me some where here but I also believe that the trap won’t be strong enough to hold me helpless for long. The rule to break that trap is to stop questioning. No matter how complex life may look but in the end it’s very simple.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

आज होठों पे हैं दिलबर अफसाना तेरा

आज होठों पे हैं दिलबर अफसाना तेरा
रुख से पर्दा हटा तू कहता दीवाना तेरा

रात भर जागना, चाँद से बतियाना
फिर वही गीत हंसकर गुनगुनाना तेरा

अकेले में सजना, गज़रे लगाना
आइना देखना, खुद ही शर्माना तेरा

मेरी राह तकना, आने पे कहना
ऐसे आने से बेहतर था न आना तेरा

नाराज़ हो जाना, रूठ जाना मानना
लड़ना झगड़ना फिर मुस्काना तेरा

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