शनिवार, 8 जनवरी 2011

डायरी के पुराने पन्नों से

Some silly ones :)

From my grave

There was lying my body, when I met my death,
An only piece of land, when I took my last breath.
It was my grave, where I was buried by you,
What remained behind where my good deed, far and few.

I was away from the world, as I was called dead.
Only my memories and my love, on this earth, remained.
The gulmohar and the some grasses growing by.
Only trace of life, and the days that had gone by.

I was alone there, sad and quiet, lying on the earth.
That ground below had become my sleeping berth.
No one came with me, I was alone in the end.
It was my grave, an only piece of land.

(14th April, 1995)

Wishes are  like that!

When your life canoe starts meandering
In the labyrinth of harsh, enormous world-ocean;
Then I would want you to know that
A simple push can make it canter
Surely, unfailingly towards your goal.
Life is like that!

When you seem to be trudging
On the roads full of thornes,
Then I would want you to believe that
Canopy of meadows will take its place one day
And journey towards your goal will be easier.
Odyssey is like that!

When you become melancholy and alone,
And there is no one to hold your hand,
Then I would want you to see and
Peep into your heart where there's a friend
Who is never too busy or settled to boost you up.
A friend is like that!

When all your feelings become inexplicable
And you would want some verbal expression for it,
Then I would want you to recall
Those unspoken, innocent deeds
To make each-other happy.
Passion is like that!

When the whole year is over,
And there stands a new year to be welcomed,
Then I would want you to be blessed
With peace and tranqulity and happiness
And overwhelming success in life's endevours.
Wishes are like that!

रविवार, 2 जनवरी 2011

डायरी के पुराने पन्नों से

A love ballad

While standing on the terrace
When I watch the sky tonight,
I wish to be a star today.
A star, that twinkles
and watches
Thousands of people
Coming and going away.
And suddenly I think,
I would be able to see you then,

Laughing, aren't you?
I know I sound crazy
If I tell you that -
Every single day
I sit kneeling down
Beaneath the sky,
Praying for you;
And the stars,
the twinkling stars
Become my guiding force.
"Every dark cloud has a silver lining,"

I hear.
But tell me O' blue sky,
Why doesn't the murky sky inside me
Turn blue?
Why isn't there any silver lining?

After you went,
I haven't seen those eyes
Which would shine with my arrival.
I haven't seen any gloriole face,
Which would brighten up with my name.
Why did you go then?
With a gloomy world left behind?
I have only your memories,
Treasured secretly in a small bag
Beneath my bed,
And your faith
Treasured secretly in my palpitating heart.

How do I forget that day,
The day when time suspended forever,
The day when my heart left its dwelling place
And the mist disappeared
When you promised -
"We will meet here again,
One day, when I become a success".
And I couldn't sleep for nights,
My sleep stolen by my own dreams,
And I stayed awake with the niceness of it.

I remember your eyes often,
Watching me with a secret silence of something.
The memories of the past will fade,
But I will cherish that 'something' forever.

Will you believe,
Many times
When others slept,
I crept away
Down to the darkness of the sitting room,
Because I wanted peace for a while.
I roamed in the lawn in the dark night,
Thinking of that 'something'.
'A thirsty fish in the ocean'.
The spirit of moonlight became my friend then,
Which took me to a calm, yet throbbing world,
Teaching me the value of stillness,
The value of unspoken, inxplicable expressions.
My first tutor, friend of the lonely!

Then I came to know
Why I was always alone.
Maa said,
"You always give away more than you own,
And so you are always a failure".
But Maa,
A man who fails well is better
than the one who succeeds badly.

When I look back to those days
My isolation acquires a certain glow,
With a contentment that I never left you alone.
Do you feel me to be special?
I want you to know that
I will always be there,
Just a call away.
Even when we never meet again.
Never in our lives.
And no,
I will never say good bye.

(17th June, 1995)

शनिवार, 1 जनवरी 2011

मंगल हो नया साल!

चंद अनाज के दाने,

दानों में गज़ब का स्वाद/
एक पैबंद लगी जेब,
जेब में सिक्कों की खनखनाहट/
छोटा सा घर,
और घर में ढेर सारा प्यार/
एक ख्वाब,
ख्वाब की कोमल तासीर/
कुछ अल्फाज़,
लफ़्ज़ों के बेहतर मायने/
नए रिश्ते,
रिश्तों के अटूट बंधन/
मुट्ठी भर आसमान,
और उन्मुक्त परवाज़/
नया साल आपके लिए
लेकर आये इतनी-सी थाती,
यही दुआ है!