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My destination...... You

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Inspired by Joyjit Sengupta's poem,                            
"A Journey without Destination"
I tried to walk this path myself,                                      Confessing I didn't know where to go. Only with the wind, I pushed myself,
Without any thought of high and low. Crumpled paths lay ahead of eyes,
And I crossed them with every doubt. Along the path, I met You,
And then.....I knew, where I should go. Though this journey started without destination,
But my destination was always You.

To you my teachers.....

The one who taught the world to me...
The one who gave me power to read...
The one who showed me the might of pen...
The one who showed how everything happen...
The one between ignorance and knowledge...
The one I can never pay back...
My teacher you are the light...
A single flame that lights up thousands other dark souls...
Thankful is a small word , love and respect we owe to you...
And every word I utter and write...
I owe to you even if I don't realize... Love you dear teachers.... Certainly you are light that enlightens. Everyday is Teachers' Day

Taken Over....

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Isn't sunset like a melting candle... Moist with tears of departing souls...
The heat of passion diluting in cold...
And darkness spreading uncontrolled... The winds overshadow the silhouettes...
The ghost of day is nowhere awake...
Climb my dear in the bed of dreams...
For the sun had set the stage for stars... The moon is smiling its shinny smile...
For it knows now it is it's turn to grab the chance...
The dance floor is ready for the celestial ball...
Come take my hand and dance my soul... For love has taken over all...
For love has taken over all...

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The Snow Queen

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On top of the mountains...
In the cold cold waves...
My palace rests on icy waves...
Frozen always with water and haze...



When my carriage comes to a halt...
In the valleys or in the plains...
My laughter and groans simply freeze...
The air above and below my face...

I am a banished queen...
I'll have my revenge...
I shall freeze the world...
With snowy phase...

I am the heart of a frozen ghost...
Who keeps on returning...
Unpleasant and unwelcome...
With whispers of a misty shade...

I like to cool and see you shiver...
The chill so cruel...
And I feel like that ever...
Riding my carriage of frost and snow...
The horses gallop when my fingers move...

But how I feel sometimes lonely...
My mourns echo in the winds that slowly...
The empty vault which secures my heart...
Is surrounded by some frozen thoughts...
A glimpse from the past...
A face, I cherished somewhat...

Now remains behind a window...
With the glass, blurred a little...
I try to see...
I try to find...
A person who had…

Aaj kuch likh de......

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Aaj kuch likh de.....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Zindagi chal toh rahi hai magar....
Ise thoda aur gulzaar kar de.....
Aaj kuch likh de.... Tanhaayi Khaamosh hai magar...
Lafz-e-mehfil se....
Ise chaar kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de.....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de.... Shaam beet rahi hai magar....
Thodi si dheemi yeh...
Raftaar kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de... Aasmaa me taare tange hain magar...
Us suraj ko....
Bhi bulawa bhar de...
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de.... Sapne badal ban hawa sang bikhre....
Un hasraton ko....
Aaj haqeeqat kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de.... Kalam meri jo ruk jaaye kabhi....
Haath thaam gazal woh....
Tu hi puri kar de......
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de... Koi lafz naa aayein zehan me....
Kora yeh dil hai mera...
Tu hi ise kitaab kar de....
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de.... Mujhse poochhle sab jo....
Dil me sawaal utthte tere...
Hain meri saanse, jawab-e-sawaal tere....
Aaj…

Oh! Come to Me......

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Somewhere in those deep eyes......
Which imprison a secret inside......
I find a little scared child......
With those tears in the eyes.....

Oh! Come to me......
Nothing is so close like me.....

Oh! Come to me.....
Why are you afraid of me?

Just hang in those dreams....
Clinging from those trees.....
Hopes that give you strength....
And that never which ends......

Oh! Come to me....
Nothing can be so deep.......

Oh! Come to me.....
What are you thinking?

Just stay like in the rain.......
Those clouds  will go away......
Like a beautiful rainbow.....
You can hold on your gaze.....

Oh! Come to me....
Whenever you need me.....

Oh! Come to me.......
If you just think of me.......

I will be with you all the time.....
Till you want to say goodbye.......
When those smiles will reappear.....
And the tears you shed disappear......

Oh! Come to me......
Why did you think to leave.....

Oh! Come to me......
Should I expect you with Me?



photo credit: School children in Bam via photopin(license)

Woh Musafir......

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आज फिर ट्रेन में बैठी हूँ। और फिर वो मन्ज़र आँखों के सामने है  ..... 
ट्रेन की धधक धधक। …ओर वो गाना गुनगुनाते हुआ उसका आना .... पहले इधर उधर सीट ढूँढना और फिर ख़फ़ा सा हो के आगे की साइड लोअर सीट पे उसका बैठ जाना .... वहाँ से छुप छुप के देखना और आँखें मिलते ही मुस्कुराना .... 
आज भी कितना याद आता है....... तुम्हारा वो आँखों ही आँखों में  बात कह जाना ....  फिर मिलेंगे क्या ? हर लम्हा यही सवाल मेरे ज़ेहन  में आना ….. ना जाने कब तक, हम एक दुसरे को दूर से, अजनबियों की तरह देखते रहेंगे ....... 
"ऋचा ..... कहाँ खो गयी हो ?" "नहीं  यहीं हूँ.… बोलिए ना क्या हुआ ? " मैं ठिठक के पति देव से बातें करती हूँ और उन बीते पलों को थोड़े वक़्त के लिए दरकिनार करती हूँ। 
अजीब होता है मन .... जब लग जाए, तो लगता ही नहीं और न लगे, तो कहाँ लगता है?

 इस बात को आज 2 साल हो गये। 2 साल पहले यूँही अगस्त में , बारिश से बचने के लिए ट्रेन में चढ़ गई , अपनी सहेलियों के साथ। जाना कहीं नहीं पर चढ़ गयी .... सोचा चेन खींच दूँ और उतर जाऊँ .... पर हिम्मत ही नहीं हुई....  
भोपाल से हबीबगंज ज़्यादा दूर नहीं , पर वहाँ…

My Shadow....

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In hope of the rising sun.....
The night dances with the breeze....
Shadows dance with darkness hand in hand....
All day, lying under the feet....

How come you are not hurt dear shadow....
Under my foot the whole day.....
Sometimes behind and sometimes ahead....
Yet in darkness, you become me and I become you....

Mingling in each other You my shadow...
And I the darkness I hold in me....
You are not a shadow but me ,that oblique...
Who fights to stay alive like me....

Mirroring my reflection on the floor...
Making the floor know more....
You are not a body,yet....
You are me all the more....

You touch the ends of mine.....
Making a wish to join me back....
But not a moment I weep....
On this impossible opportunity....

In darkness, we are one....
You hide in me, I confide in You...
And what else I may choose....
You remain with me , I remain with You...

You leave me in brightness all alone...
And sometimes tease me, following me from nowhere....
And then you show me the way by walking…

The Oblivion......

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As I opened my eyes
To the day's clear light.....

I found the nightmare standing
Near the foot of my bed.....

As long as I can recall.....
The hushing songs of the dark....

I recall that hooded being...
Whose face had a scar....

Being dragged back
To the unknown

My eyes shunned away
From the light....

I am helpless in the darkness.....
I am prisoner of its might....

A loud mourn from the corner....
Chills me to the bones.....

The shriek is so deafening....
And I realize I will fall.....

Falling into the oblivion.....
A place existed, I forgot.....

Shaking off that I had forgotten....
I try to pick up the pieces and fill in the gaps....

I try to find my way.....
Out of this haze and fog.....

I cannot see the way ahead.....
The darkness blindfolded my eyes....

How can this oblivion be so silent.....
Not a being is to be seen.....

Unheard voices whisper .....
I keep looking from where they emerge....

Like a shadow melting in the dark.....
The strange nightmare  vanishes at last....…

A hustling wind....

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Am just a hustling wind Whistling all the way.....unseen
Waving away....a little gust near ears...
Making my presence felt
And at some point .....
Dissolving in absolute nothing. Sometimes a smoke I am....
And sometimes pushing raindrops,
Sometimes with the fog I emerge
And settle down as a drop of dew... With dawn, I wake up as a breeze....
Cool and full of energy .....
At nights.....I howl my greatest fears
And sleep in the trembling cage..... Sometimes I rise with the dawn
At noons I collide with the bright
At dusk I melt with the purple and orange syrups
At nights... I hide in the shadows away from the light.....
Singing my unsung songs to who can hear all......

Ik Ghutan si.....

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इक घुटन सी,
आँसुओं में  है टपकती।

हर बूँद खुद को जला,
पिघलती  और सुलगती।

आँखों ही आँखों में ,
कुछ वो कहती और रोती।

मगर खुद के ग़म में ,
रहती वो सिसकती और पिघलती।

जली जा रही है ,
रोती , सुबकती।

शाम ढलते ही ,
आवाज़ आए कहीं से।

जला दो ये (मोम )बत्ती ,
 अँधेरा बड़ा है।

जल जल के करती ,
गम ये पार करने।

कि दरिया भी मैं हूँ
किनारा भी मैं हूँ।

और ये बिचारी ,
कश्ती भी मैं हूँ।























Patta Patta.......

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तरसते  हैं पत्ते ,
शाखों से गिर के ,
ज़मीं पे हवाएँ ,
ऐसे झुलायें।

कभी इस दिशा में ,
कभी उस दिशा में।
झड़ते  है  ऐसे,
पतझड़ हो  जैसे।

कभी आसमानों से.…
बातें थे करते....
सुरमई सी शामें ,
सुनेहरी दोपहरें। …

झड़ते-ऐ-दामन ,
वो पत्तों की टहनी। ....
वो चादर  हरी सी ,
आज सूखी है ऐसे


ज़मीं पर है पत्ता ...
और नज़रें उन्हीं पे।
वो हँसते हैं ऐसे.…
ना आँसू गमी के।

हम रोते हैं अपनी …
 किस्मत  पे आखिर।
जुदाई है ऐसी,…
हमेशा की सर्दी।

वो तरसता पत्ता ,
शाख़ों से गिरकर।
गिरकर ,बिछड़कर ,
है रोता सिकुड़कर।

हवा उसको रोले …
पाँव उसको कुचले …
मगर फिर  भी गाता …
वो  अपंना तराना।

Everyday is a MOTHER'S DAY.....

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With one never starts a thing but two. Two people make a couple - make parents , make a start. When I was only me, I would not think of others much as much I thought for myself.But after I got married to your father, I realized life is so much happier, when you have someone to share your blessings, your laughter, your achievements, even your pain and grief.

                  With the news of your arrival, I learned to Hope for the best, dream about the new life, I'll have with you,my own flesh and blood.I learned Patience to see you in my arms. And also taking care of myself for you.Your father and  I share so many moments of those nights, when we would think of names, color of your eyes, the way you'll call us by your little words and so much more.


                   And finally, when you arrived, we just felt like after a long hot day,the drops of rain have fallen to quench the thirst of the  dry land.I forgot the pain, yes the pain,which is said to be the…

On my mind......

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I thought of YOU.....
When there were clouds in the sky.
I thought of YOU....
When the rains fell by.

I thought of YOU....
When the raindrops danced.
I thought of YOU....
Standing under the stars.

Smiling to myself without any reason...
Hoping YOU were here with me....


The sudden gust of warm air.....
Tingles and touches my ear.
And I turn around.....
To find YOU near.

How did YOU know???
YOU were on my mind?
Did you mind?Ever!!!
My thinking of YOU???

Whisper of the Silence.....

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The winds blew with a heavy heart.....
Like running away with rolling tears....


At last the sun was waving a kiss...
Him, the night was going to miss.....


Did anyone see what the wind kept to herself?
Or ignore its broken self?


A faith, a hope, shattered today....
The wound it caused never happened in a day...


The howling wind made its voice heard....
In the den, it entered with a heart burnt...

Why should she talk in whispers?
In the grave of forbidden silences?

Nobody consoled her broken heart.....
She melted in her own arms.....

Away with its silent mourns,
It spread it wings on the weary charms....

The dusk settled and it started its cries....
The howl grew louder in wintery nights....

The trees hang down  their faces in shame.....
When her elbow rustles with leaves in pain.....

The whispers went unnoticed with times.....
Sometimes loud, fiery with lightening clouds.....

Her anger grew higher and sobbing decreased.....
When at last she punished the culprit in sleep.....

No one know…

Ik khyaal.......

इक ख़याल......



अपनों  में  अजनबी  कितने??
अजनबियों  में  अपने  कितने?
ख़याल  ये रख  मन -
मन में सवाल कितने?

सवालों  के  जवाब  कितने ?
जवाबों  के  हिसाब  कितने?
आज  वक़्त गुज़र  भी गया -
तो ये हिसाब-ए -इंतज़ार  कितने ?

इंतज़ार का आलम
देखो-कितना लम्बा है?
दो गज़ की दूरी है,
और सालों  का अँधेरा है.…


ज़िंदा सभी हैं...
ख्यालों के समन्दर में।
उठती लहरे हैं
ख्याल ही जैसे ज़िन्दगी हो।

हर ख़याल में क़ाबिज़ ,
अफसानों का इक सवेरा है।
देखना है अब तो.....
कब छटता  ये अँधेरा है।


अंधेरे को अब रोशिनी का सहारा है…
जैसे कश्ती को लहरों का किनारा हैं
मौत किनारे पर ज़िंदगी को देखे यूँ
वक़्त लहर बन ज़िन्दगी को धकेले यूँ।

ज़िन्दगी जिंदा रहने की जिद है.....
मौत तो एक बेपरवाह नींद है।
क्या आलम हो उस ज़िंदगी का.....
मौत से ना जिसको कोई  खौफ हो।



Promising Togetherness.....

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My heart is where you live.....
Making it a home for you and me.....
The whispers laugh at our silent moments...
Drifting us away from the world to see.....

Seas of happiness confine us within every dream....
All night, hand in hand we chatter.....
Sharing smiles,tears, fears and laughter......
Love in our hearts, twinkling in our eyes.....

We dwell in a heaven of happy surprise....
Your dreams in my eyes......
Your love in my heart.....
Your smile on my lips...

Your eyes in my eyes.....
Your heart beating in mine.....
In your hands, my hands......
In your breath, I breathe.....

I don't care what year is it....
With you its a time standing still.....
My life is with you....
Every day and every dream....

As we move together.....
Waking up from ages....
I find you waiting for me.....
And you find me ......

Changing worlds as we are born....
I wait for you, every dawn.....
Some lives we steal for our own....
And promise togetherness before gone....

Nazm ik aisi bhi......

Nazm koi padhta hai shayar.......
Bandhta hai lafzon me jaise koi aansu....
Aankhon se chhalakta nahi dekha maine ....
Magar dil se toh roya zaroor hoga koi........


Kabhi hasi goonje kisi khwaish jaise.....
Zikra jab koi kar baithe bin soche....
Woh fir tanhaiyon me dhoondne ko jaise....
Chal padhe hain khayaalon ke kaafile....


Translation: A poet reads a poem.....
Like tying tears in his words.....
I didn't see them falling.....
But someone has cried I am sure.....


Like some giggle echoes as if a wish....
When unknowingly someone mentions.....
To search again in those loneliness.....
Thoughts take a walk like a caravan.....

Life and Love....

Is this Life?
Yes.....


Can I watch over till you hold me?
Am sorry!!!

I mean, can I come along?
Sure....but who is this?


I am Love. Don't you know me?
NO.


What???? That's strange.
I only know Death....


Great, I know her too, that evil lady....
Evil?

Yes, she steals everyone from me. Evil Witch.....
Sorry, but she is my bride....


Ohhhh!!!! Ok! Ok! I get it......She stole you too from me.
Am getting late.....You are on your own


Bye(sobbing)
Bye.



The Day will follow.....

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The morning sun on its way.....
Climbs up and there it stays.....
How boring is to wait alone.....
To see all going home....
The noon got shunned away.....
The orange, yellow light died at bay.....
What made it, casted a spell.....
And down went the orange jewel....

The shades of clouds that made no sound......
Moved as if in a jungle , moves a hound.....
The prey is hidden well in the cave.....
And the predator is on its way......

Shadows approach and lay on the ground.....
Knowing well, below they will be found.....
When the darkness overtakes....
It will be felt in every place.....

But it's still time for eyes to close.....
Put off the lights and close the doors....
The stars begin to twinkle their smiles.....
And the sky looks like a beautiful bride.....

The silence singing its song to the ears.....
You don't notice, yet so near.....
Overtaking your tired body and soul....
Dreaming with eyes closed......

And all is this....
The day will follow every night.....
And it never does rest i…

Two Friends......

Two friends met after years......
One was blind and the other could not hear......
The blind spoke of love and friendship........
Thinking the deaf would hear.......

The deaf  saw the blind smiling.....
And felt his words deep within....
Never was a word he missed to hear.....
And never was the silence so clear...

Full of Emptiness....

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I carry within  me  ....
A little of this emptiness...

And try to fill it up.....
With your emptiness.....

I thought its fine.....
But I never did mind....

To hold your gaze.....
In my eyes.....

Which reflected your like....
 For my hidden emptiness....

And so did I love
You and your presence.....

But with time....
You withdrew your hand.....

As your vacant emptiness...
Was not like mine.....

And I remained the same.....
In those corners....

Fighting to fill.....
The coffin of my emptiness.....

This emptiness....
Is what is so real.....

Nobody is so full.....
Like this emptiness...

The vacant spaces between.....
Is where resides this emptiness....

And in the corners of the eyes......
Is where my heart lies to myself.....

Lies like truth.....
True till the surfaces.....

Where depth has no measure.....
But only and only emptiness......

How shall I reach out......
From the depth of this emptiness ?

Will you come and grab my hand.....
And fill up my emptiness?

In this emptiness......
I f…

Can I hold your Heart?

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Can I hold your heart for a while.......
Till you feel it is alright........
Can I give you both my eyes......
For you to look deep inside......

It's no world to say......
How to live.......
And how to love........
It's no world to say......
How to choose
And how to let go of the past.....


Can I kiss you on your hand.......
To ease the pain you hold inside.......
Can I hold you a little tight.....
Till you leave away the coldness out right.....

It's no world to say....
How to make...
How to destroy......
It's no world to say.....
How to be .....
Yourself in life....


Come on let me hold your heart.....
Till it loses all its scars...
Come on let me hold it so light.....
To feel that softness inside.....

Take my shoulder to cry.....
Come lets make these tears dry.....
Where is that smile......
Oh! Where did you hide it......
Where is that love......
Oh! Please tell me where is it?


Come forget what hurt you then.....
Come hold this very moment.....
Come embrace your life o…

To my friend Pamela......

Some called me woman of words.....
Some called me wandering in thoughts.....
Some called me a story teller.....
Some called me a mystery unsolved.......

In the voices of hundreds......
No one saw the silence I hold.....
The strings of that violin......
only reveal the words untold....

You saw my friend......
The silent melody I hold.....
Keeping it protected......
Like a precious stone.....

You gave me a name......
Beautiful silence.....
And I began to echo ...
The words with silence

Through winds I visit you.....
I see you.....
I wave a kiss when you sleep....
So you have a sweet dream....

--To my dear friend Pamela Martin Ongkiko.......

Release me......

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Release me of your love......
And set me free ....

For I can no longer....
Bear that prisoner in me....

For long I have waited....
For you to set me free.....

For eyes have only wanted.....
Your face in front of me.......

Give me back what You took....
I can no longer lead a life that's empty.....

The heart you stole .....
The peace you shattered.....

Its unbearable sometimes....
When in this lonely time.....

I hear your whispers.....
Eventhough you are no where in distance......

Promising me togetherness....
For a lifetime.....

I am imprisoned ......
In the promise you made......

Now you flew away......
 Like a bird on its way.......

And am still on ground.......
You are nowhere to be found.......

Death is no longer.....
A fear it used to be.......

Now I wanna live.....
Wanna live for my zeals......

Yes I have become selfish.....
But tell me what I must do then, please!!!


Silent Dusk.......

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Silent is the dusk......
When darkness sets its arms to touch.......

The orange shadows of its pleasure ......
 Left in the east to set in the west.........

And still beholding the loneliness..... 
Which stops at bay in a silent melody.......

In this silence...... 
When night falls in love with the dusk.....

Reaching to hug it near the shores......
And whispers in it's ears ......

The moment they meet......
Is only this.......

For dusk reunites with the dark......
And celebrate happily the day's end.....

Dusk meets itself 
mirroring the darkness within...

Holding in arms the night like a bride......
kissing it after day's bright light.....

In the Loneliness......

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In the Loneliness of the quiet......
I remain enclosed sometimes.......

Hardly noticing the speed of time......
Just freezing to live on my life........

Coughing over the coldness of the world.....
I remember some words untold.......

Sometimes crippled, sometimes rippled.....
And sometimes laziness colliding inside.....

From the windows, I watch.....
The waters falling down in drops.....

Drop by drop each one falls...
And collect on the ground......

This is how day by day.......
Life gathers moments and stays......

Stays in the backyard.....
Backyard of memories.....

Where sometimes I wander restlessly.....
Alone.........

Alone to gather the moments......
That I have lost......

Just like sand.....
They slip out of my hands.....

And I sit in that lonely desert.....
For this mirage to be over......

I see some happiness.....
Far away but beyond reach.....

But I continue to fall.....
And emerge again on my knees.....

Holding on to walk again......
And make my way out of this graveyard...…

Review: LOVE @ AIRFORCE by GAURAV SHARMA

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An amazing book from an amazing writer ..... That's what a reader wants. Something that touches the depth of the heart. A story in itself- life we all live. If you think life has been unfaithful to you then, through this book you'll know what's the difference in living our lives and just breathing. Its a fiction yet so close to life. Reality through the words of an Airman.



                   The excerpts have been very attractive and so also is the cover with the flying Sukhoi. A Blackbuck Publication paperback novel authored by Gaurav Sharma who himself has been associated with Mathematics from quite a long time now. Impresses with his approach through minute inspection of human sketches and behaviours. Its a tempting book and you cannot keep it away till you read the whole of it.The freshness of the story keeps the readers glued to it.The author has a good command over the flow of the story from the beginning.


                  The status difference between commissioned…

T B C Picture Prompt 1: Trapped by Temptation.....

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She was an adorable daughter and obedient one too. Her father gave her everything she needed except one thing, the mirror that hung on the wall. It always attracted her but, her father always warned her to stay away from it. And every time the reason was an untold silence. One day she was alone at home and that was when she decided to look into the mysterious mirror which was the source of her curiosity.

She went closer to it and saw her own reflection in it, finding absurd to be kept away from it for so long. The border was so intricately decorated of gold that she touched it and felt the glass with her bare hands.Suddenly she could sense that her hand can pass through that glass.

The vision cleared and she found her hand touching an apple. She tried to hold it but it was still far from her reach. She moved forward and held that apple. Suddenly, two large hands gripped her hands tightly and pulled her inside. She was sitting and panting in horror. She found herself on the other sid…

Eternal Love......

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I shifted in my flat a few days ago. The get-together of friends and relatives  had ended yesterday and I was just cleaning the mess, which recalled the last day's laughter and fun we had. After the so called session of Swachhta Diwas, I was relaxing when the table of gifts, wrapped in colourful papers took my attention. One by one I unwrapped them and looked what hid inside. While I finished unwrapping and throwing  papers in the dustbin, I took out each gift and placed them in the empty spaces of the room.Only one piece was  left and I could not find a place for it .So I decided to keep it on the table for the time being.

In the evening as the hot tea touched my lips, my gaze shifted to that idol piece I had kept on the table. It was a colourful idol of Radha and Krishna. I went over the table and took the idol into my hands and suddenly turned to sit in front of the dressing table .I kept the idol in my lap and stared at it as if asking for some answers. As I was looking …