Lagta hai kuch dhuva dhuva sa..

kya sach,kya jhooth,

Duniya har roz palti jo marti rahti

Kitne rang badalti hai ye duniya,

Ek nasha sa chaya hai,

kuch parchayiya!

Bus dhunde har mod jo hai mahka،mahka sa,

Dard mai bhi kabhi ek ankahi sukoon rehati hai

Jo har aasu baha le jati hai

Bus reh jati hai….

Ek mahak,dhuva dhuva sa!

बारिश  की   बुँदे  कभी  लिपटी  रहे  पत्तो  और  शाखों   मै ..

बारिश  की  बुँदे  कभी  बह  जाती  झील  के   किनारों  मै

बारिश  की  बुँदे …कभी  महकती  खेत  और  हरियाली  मै

बारिश  की  बुँदे  जब  गिरती  है  अपनी   माटी  मै …

खिलते  है  अनेक  फूल   रंग  बिरंगी  उद्यानों   मै

महकी  हर  राह यू ही चलते चलते …

 फूलो   की चादर  जो फैली  है राह तले  कदमो  मै …

एक   कोमल  एहसास दिलाती  है …

  गीली  मिट्टी  की  महक !

हर  मोड…

हर  दिशा …

नए   खिलखिलाते  उम्मीद लाती  !

आज  की   कल्पना में  रंग  दू

कल  की  किसे   पता ?

बुँदे  गिरती  रहे … हर  भीगी  कोमल   दिशाओ  मै

कल  जो  मेघ  गरज  उठे …भयानक ..बिजली  जो  गरज  उठे

बारिश  की   बुँदे  कभी  लिपटी  रहे  पत्तो  और  शाखों   मै

कभी   तेज  भयानक   वर्षा  की  बुँदे ..बह   जाती  बाड़  और  तुफानो  मै

कितनी   अनोखी   होती  है  प्रकर्ति    के   नियम .

एक  मानुष   अनेक   चेहरे !

अनेक  मानुष  एक  चेहरे !

जैसे  बुँदे बारिश की ….

कभी   धीमी ,कभी  कोमल ..

कभी  बन  जाते  यह  चेहरे  बाड़  और  तूफ़ान   !

जैसे बरसे है बुँदे बारिश  की !!!

Anjan ek dagar par

Ek  nasheeli awaaz jab gungunathi hai…

Apne ya paraye ki ho…???

Ye awaaz kitni adbhut si lagti hai!

Door kahi koyi deeme se jab  geet  gungunate  hai…

Yeh madur swar  kya  koyal ki thi?

Join meethe swar mai  koyi nahi geet gaate hai?
Nadiya ..Dhara bahati kis aur le chalti hai ?

kitni nidar prakarthi ke sristi hua karti hai!

 Raat ke andkaar  me bhi aasman kabhi khali haat (empty) nahi laute!

 Dekho inpar Anginat tare sare jab bhi  muskakar chamakte hai-

Asman par saji Sundar  Dulhan ka  roop le lete  hai!

Yahi tho hai hamari dharti ki anmol ratan !

Jab din bhar talak  hum thak jate hai,

Suraj ki kirne hamhe jagati hai!

Aur raat ko jo chaad dagmagate hai

Nutcut tare bhi unke sung chal diya karte hai…:)

Kyoki …anjane se ek dagar par anoki awaaz jab pukarti hai…

Sare tare aur chandrama…halki geet ga jate hai…

Hava ke jhoke jab unhe lori sunante hai…

Aasmaan ke adbhut tare ..chand ke sung aab beparwa so jate hai!

Yahi prakarthi ki sristhi hua karti hai..

 Har din apne abhusan me saji …

Adbhut kalpana ke aur jo le chalti hai!
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Little things I wish I could really miss…..

I wish we could miss loneliness

Isn’t worth missing?

I wish I could miss the crowd where i see similar hatred in the faces of mass…

 Wish I could miss the reckless force of crooked thoughts few keep…

Wish I could walk past and miss the pain of someone’s failure…death, poverty, starvation, endless war..Homeless child, a war of thoughts never able to fight!

Wish i could miss the moment to see people suffering with lack of freedom of expression…

Freedom to live
freedom to fight for each other’s rights…

I wish I wish …do I? Should I???

Miss the word which makes me wrong…

Miss the days I forget to relate myself with almighty….

Miss the night I saw nightmares..

Miss the morning I felt tired to lift   my body and my soul.

Miss …I would

If not fight the truth…it’s so near…as we miss to hear the voice which yells inside…

To be free from any negative vibes…!

I wish I could simply miss to see a day where we cannot fight…for each and everyone’s rights!

Make me a waking spirit…invisible..

A god’s messengers….free to send blessings on my each path…

To feel my loved ones happy and at ease with the truth of life….

Here as we face the reality…nothing can be missed…

As we take the opportunity to grasp each passing waves, soothing breeze, hot rays…

Watch the day …night magically disappearing, as the  day  dawns

Oh! Should I miss the reality that ….as long as we stay …lay down our thoughts, actions…

We hardly could miss that we face the trial …life provide…

Be a prisoner or walk free to be a better human mankind….

I hope I could never miss few realities even in my deep sleep…!

As we lay down tired …surely hoping for a bright morning….!

Hush! As the night slowly disappears….bringing a new day….bright and with a beautiful fragrance of morning dewdrops…filled with hope &hard work!

Little things I truly miss are this day… a new light…a brand new today….

Left blank…as our wishes are many…and as we count the hours dusk slowly slips so well…..

A life cycle….each day& night so ease with each….as sharing life together ,

Giving opportunity  to each to begin a beautiful blessed morning  and  a day in the dark nights …so as to truly start a brand new day!

Each and every passing day:)

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Apne aagan mai baiti …

Azad panchi ko udethe  dekh rahi thi !

Sochu kyo hum inhe pate hai azaad….?

Azaadi kya hai…inki seema kya hai?

Dil ki Ya  ,kuch bandan ki…?

Kuch soch ki ya ehsaas ki?
Jeene ki ya marne ki….?

Ek panchi ki tarah udane ki azaadi….!!!

Khule gagan mai beparwa…par apne lakshaya  se na anjaan…!

Panchi yu  ude hai azaad..jaise aasmaan ko rang de apni pank se…!

Nili chadar ke gher mai lipti gunje ek meeti surili cheekh !!!

 Asmaan ki nili chadar… faili hai kitni door ….!

Ya berang havaye ude hai panchi ki aur… ….!

Inki   udan…kitni tej par kabhie na bahke …

Apni disha mai hai vishvas…!

Jaise  sagar mai hoti hai machaliya …bade jaal se  darte nahi hai…

Tairna jo hai unhe  sagar ki gaharayiyo mai..sagar ke  kone kone  mai  har din ,har raat…!

Kinaro mai baite insaan….

Jab dekhte hai ye  sara alam..

Dharthi aur gagan  keh jate hai kuch milte –julte kahani..

Panchi jab udethe hai aasmman par…

Disha dhonte hum hai….anjaan..

Machaliya tairti jab sagar par..

Jaal beechate hum hai …

Har azaadi ko rokte hum hai…

Har suriley  awaaz gunj uthi hai…

Rokh sake tho rok na paye!!!

Panchi jab azaad ude hai…aasmaan ki  nili chadar utsukh  hai sunne unki sureeli har udaan!

Petals of rose’s scattered around the corner,

In our life which fills so much fragrance, colorful and bright!

A new flower blossom each day!

As we pluck the most beautiful flowers ofour  life …

And forget the mesmerizing feeling of how beautiful it would have been if left untouched  to grow…!

Time and now  feel lost like these roses…
Like the roses, its petals scattered…

Yet the fragrance fills our life in depth !

At times we are broken, plucked hard. as the petals ..

The rose does fill the fragrance telling us not to give up ever!

As they  too are plucked and scattered away many a times!

Yet  the fragrance never leave the  land
where it lays withered away by the wind.

Mere agan mai kuch kali khile the

Bela ,ghulaab,champa ,chameli….!

Mahak utha tha sara aalam…

Aagan  mai jab phool khile the.

Varsha ki ritu  ne phoolo par jo bunde barsayi…

Har kali ki khusbhu se …

Mera aagan lalchayi!

Teek in phoolo ki tarah…

Aksar hum jee jate hai…!

Kabhie varsha  lati hai tandi bhunde..

Khilte hai phool rang birange!

Kabhie bin bharish ki…sukhthe  nazar aate hai…!

Mahaki pheeza mai…

Har pal  lage hai  haseen kwab…

Bharish ki bhunde thode pal ke liye aathe hai…

Har mausam jeete  hai jo,

Is shristhi ka rang bharte hai…!

Saath rang ke indradhanush sa…

Asmaan ko chute hai!

Aab phoolo ne jaan liya…

Mahak thode pal ki hi sahi…

Pal bhar ki khushiya hum le aaye!

Apne rango se…

Sara alam jo mahak ayi!

Kyo na jeele in phoolo sa…

Chan lamhe hi sahi…

Choti hi sahi…

Jeele khushiyo ki mahak lekar…

Rang ,birange  phool…

Jo aksar khilte hai jeevan ke aagan mai!

ज़िंदगी तो जीना है चुपचाप

बस सिमटे रहने दो,एक कोने मे.


हू तो एक पौधा गमले मे

पड़ा रहता हू एक कोने मे.

कोई याद कभी कर लेता है

एक ,दो बुंध पानी बरसाता है…

और सोचता है ,जीने के लिए

गमले मे !

और कितना पानी खाएगा

-बेरहम,लालची पौधा!

जो बेचारा सूकड सा जाता है

फिर हम रख दिया करते है

कोई बरामदे मे!

जहा इंसान सोचता है

की सूरज की किरणो से

खूब बढ़ा हो जाए!

क्या तू भूल गया है मे तो हू एक गमले मे?

दिन,महीने बीत जाते है..

एक दिन अपनी तेज ज़िंदगी मे

भूल जाता है ,उस मुरझे पौधे को

पानी देना…

और अब सूख ही तो इन्हे

जाना है -
“इसे गमले मे!