I travelled a path of despair

 The journey seems to begin & end there!!!

 I took the path of peace and I saw myself, walking the path of peace & serenity!!!

 I walked to a world of sympathy and compassion…

 And in my walk I found the smile…

 I reached to hold few truths.

 And truth held me closely with thine.

 I walked the path of fear…

 And fear walked the path with mine…

 Holding my hands tight…till I screamed with pain!!!

 I travelled the dark ignorant world,

 And found my self strangled, ignorant to see the bright world…

 I  smiled…

My mirror too smiled.

I wept…

I could feel the tears much stronger than the joy…

As we walk ahead,

Where ever we go!

The world we travel…

The places we hold…

The sole path that would meet among us,

Is none other, our own reflection of the world we created among & within us!

And the people we hold!

Trust, joy, care…as I travelled,

Found my friends in the noble, beautiful path,

Holding the lamp of joy,

For as I hold a burning candle in my hand…

I saw  a light, Warmth undefined!

Overshadowing the darkness…

We create and blame the path every day …

As we travel known & unknown road of our destiny…

A blank canvas….    

Touching the colors undefined,

Colors which matters the most…

We need to create &define our Inner art…

As we travel…never forgetting the picture we choose within our limit,

  The varied colors touching the untravelled road of our destiny!

Times defeated…times won!!!

Times we too define!!!

We too color,

We fill in the untraveled world of blank canvas…

Never blame the world!!!!

When the road travelled was chosen by our own!!!!

Chose it well before we leap,

Walk with an untiring feet,

As every journey we stumble…

Times we define the untraveled road…

Never blame the world!!!!

 Times defeated…times won!!!

Times desperately trying to forget, times cherish the moments,

We travelled the road to our destiny!!!

गुनगुनाते कुछ रास्ते बेफिक्र से  यूँ गीत गाते है

 अनकहे कुछ रास्ते बेफिक्र चले जाते है

रास्तो पर मोड है .. दृश्य भी यहाँ अनमोल है !

भागते कुछ रास्ते हमसे भी आगे …

पहुंचना जो चाहे हर मोड़ पर सबसे आगे !

और भी है हमारे वास्ते ये रास्ते है  अनकहे..

बेफिक्र ..या कुछ मोड़ दे  रहे!!!

रुकते कुछ रास्ते ,भीड़ मे किसी के वास्ते . .

 रुकते नहीं ..सहमे सही …

राह पर सूरज वही ..जला देता  हमें बीच रास्ते!

हम  ढूढ़ते ..कही वृक्ष  नए!

पत्ते ..शाखा ..  घने घने !

दे जो हमें छाव नई …

ढूढ़ते हम हर  रास्ते!…!!!

ये बेफिक्र किसके वास्ते . …?

अपने से क्यों यूँ राह पर …

हर मोड़ पर खो जाते अनेक रास्ते ?

कितने दृश्य ..कंकड़ ..माटी …

धूल दे जाते हमारे रास्ते !

चलते यूँही ..

रुकते नहीं ….

 रुक जाये तो किसके वास्ते ?

कोई नहीं ..जो रुक सके ..

चलना यूँही इस देश मे अनेक वेश मे !

आँगन नहीं ये हमारे …

बगीचे भी नहीं जो फूल दे …

यहाँ हर राह पर क कितनी धूल है …

धूप मे बुझ जाये ना कही …

 ढूंढते जो  छाँव हर मोड़ पे ..

घने पेड़ो के छाँव पे !!!

रास्ते जो  ठहर  जायेंगे…

हर मोड़ पर कैसे हम चल पायेगे ?

हर रास्ते दिये जले ..

कुछ राह पर  अँधेरे मिले ..

तो ले उठा ले चल  यूँही …दीप जला कर हर रास्ते !

जीते यूँ तो अपने लिए

फिर भी क्यों उदास रहे किसी के वास्ते ?

राह जो अनमोल है ..

खो जाये ना अपने कही ..

थाम लो हाथ उनकी यूही ..

खो जाये ना. हमसे कही

थाम लो हर मोड़ उन्हें चलते इन रास्ते !

रास्ते तो आते जायेगे . ..

चल चलो हर राह पर ..

इन रास्तो की आहट पर . .

रास्ते आँगन नहीं !

जो बैठ कर सोचे यूही ..कुछ पल के लिए  भीगे अश्रु लिए ..

मुस्कान पर जीते है हम …

राह पर भीग़ जाना नहीं !

भागते …कभी  रुक जाये तो ..

ये रास्तो को खोना  नहीं!

जीवन  नया …

दे जाते है ..ये रास्ते

हर मोड़ यूँही छोड़ जाते है …

ये रास्ते !!!

चलना है जो हमे ….

अब तो इन्ही जीवन के रास्ते !

चलते है तो गिरना यूँही ..

गिरते है तो उठना यूँही..

जैसे कभी तुम गिरे ही नहीं …यूँही चल पड़ो हर रास्ते ..सबके वास्ते !!!

Each day we follow some familiar lessons

Of meeting our daily chores…

Of trust, of faith, of belief…which is held in our rat race?

We chase our beliefs…

halting at some disbelief…

fearing at some junctions…

Moving ahead uninterrupted at various paths…

We follow, we stumble, we crack, we tumble…

So much to bear the fruit of our hard work…was melting up in the rat race!

Times sitting calmly…mediating our stable plans…

Where we wish to become the creator…of our destiny…

We move, we relax …times fearing our own fast pace

Far away…in some unknown land…in the quest of the rat race..

We run …we walk fast…we sweat, we become breathless…chasing our colourful

dreams…

Trying hard to chase the visions of inner self…

Seemingly hidden beneath the fog of thoughts…

Never stop on our way ahead…chasing the game…

Winner or loser…sings the song within…???

Have we ever looked within…?

With innocent questions peeping in…

What we need…is a place to hold on…

Hold on at various pace…

Where we ran, a race…Rat race…

Chasing our reality…whilst we name it our dreams…

Dreams built in…

Shy to call it our reality

As we look deep…we are exhausted…

No more willing to chase the reality…..

And simply call the realities our dreams…

Realities sleeping …covered under the speeding traffic…

Under deadlines of meetings and conferences..

Under hypocrisies…and false belief…under our false belief of modern world!!!

Which never changes within….as we attain our various dreams….or realities?

Realities…are hidden…though we watch it pass our daily chores…

As we call the real responsibility…of true soul…awakened in the false belief

Seemingly endless!!!

And willingly or unwillingly call it our dreams!!!

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Walking slowly, holding each breadth.

Hope of life has filled the air…

Vision so low, steps taken each carefully though…

Oh! The careless youth has passed and now he can see the aging new old age.

Careless glasses, a walking stick, morning newpapers, perhaps read again

and again till dusk..

Dreams of yesterdays, still hope of goodwill done…

How lucky old age is…where so much experience had been done!

How charming my nanny seemed…with memories of fullness and hard

work…

Of grandkids hugging on and falling in love with her again.

How cherishing my grandpa seems, each day repeating the same old golden

words of wisdom, truth and faith.

Of hardships done without expectations, of love uttered with so much ease…

Youth! Can we learn few lessons simple  as it seem with their mouth…

and vision of endless journeySeen so smoothly taken with their true eyes!

Youth! Can we relax under the shade of ageing, hopelessly with the fast life…?

With so much life’s varied targets of hope, desperation, patience, love and

mercy to be met!

Youth! In all our charm…We feel ageing inside with insecurities,

hopelessness and journey seems so wide!

At times we feel endlessly old within tired &worn-out!

Running behind our aims in life losing the beauty!

The old age brings so much beauty…single whisper, a single chirping of


birds, a smooth sailing rivers …can bring enormous pearl of smile in their

face..

A simple hug, caring words can bring life again in their age.

A little time out of blue…taken to spend with them…Makes all their years

worth to live.

How simple they feel of life’s happiness…

Oh! I too wish to get ageing…and old…soon as we can too feel the value of


give and taking life with all its face..

Youth! As charming and full of hope to build a better tomorrow or a best


today…never forget we are too old within in the fast race…where traffic howls,

horn never stop blowing making us feel oh youth is aging!

 
With timeless, endless, chores of success, love, togetherness, slowly breaking in pieces…

Perhaps…as we see the nanny walking carefully taking each step can surely


gather the broken pieces with their smile which tells all!

Simply catch each moments, feel the love around…

Now its time to pen down as my grandpa is still busy with his newspapers

 
Never understanding the headlines why there is so much of violence, crime,

religious attacks, conflicts, dirty politics, slogans for equality, yet in so called

modern world!

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A small baby suddenly held my hands…

As I was walking amidst the fury of this land…

The sun lit high and deep..

Burning my frame!

As I kept walking bare foot burned with pain.

Just than I felt a soft touch a little baby holding on to my hands….

How can I ever ignore the touch, so true and so vulnerable..

I carried him  up and kept closer to myself…

Touching my face, he started giggling…making wonderful noise as if pearls of innocence have touched the land!

As I was burning with pain of dark and heavy beam…the burden of heat could not even stop me from the angel smile…

As I hugged him closer…so small, so vulnerable..

So sweet and so much life……

How I wished we all could be a child again…!

To be so hopeful…to be so warm and full of innocence…

So loving, so true to core…!

Not a heart of a stone!

How I wished I could hold on to the little angel all my life…

Feel each moment with a small hopeful life…

Which clings to you, pouring his hopes entirely on your helping hand…?

The trust he kept on me …

I felt hope the sun never stops its rays…

As each morning the sun rise…evening, sets to rise again..

Each child teach us the life as it moves…cannot be stopped by single force..

One which I hold was the beauty of innocence of the child…

Oh! How I wished I could just hold on to him…as it giggled with all its hope, touching my face which had calmed by now…

Looking around I found a mother begging for food for the hunger of her only child…..

And realized the child was asking for help which the mother could never fulfill….

Oh! The baby was striving and yet holds on to me with all smiles!

That’s how the baby learned to live in heat without any pain..

And we grow to live..

Struggle, fighting   to live..

And in all need for existence…cannot bear small heat which nature brings to light our frame!

All I could do was stand in the sun..

Watching the beggar holding on to her beautiful, lovely child walking along way for livelihood…

Miles to go before they sleep !

 And  we here complain with all our comforts …
Of life’s Miseries and Pain????

दिल की हर उमंगो
से उड़ने की आशाए!
पंछी की तरह आकाश को
छुने की आशाए!
डरकर सहम जाने पर अपनी
साहस जताने की आशाए!
अपनी हर हार पर
जीत की आशाए!

घनघोर अन्दरो पर रोशिनी की आशाए…..
बंद कमरे पर खुले आजादी की आशाए…
हर आहट पर अपनी बचपन को
ना खोने की आशाए!
अपनो मे विश्वास रहे
प्यार रहे
आपस मे खूब हसे
अपनी हर गम ..खुशी ..
खुलकर बाँट..इज़्ज़त दे…!

कड़ी ज़ंज़ीरो मे बंदी
इस जीवन को तोड़े
दुनिया को कुछ कर दिखाने की आशाए
आशाए कुछ ऐसी है दोस्तो जो..
इस कलम मे नही है बंदी
आशाए रची नही जा सकती!!
क्या आपने सुनी है ..

बिन बोले कितने लोग
अपने कलेजे को हमेशा के लिए
बंध कर चुके है?
मत पूछना उनसे कभी
उनकी भीतर की नन्ही ,कोमल आशाए…

बस! अब तुम खामोश हो जाओ………..”
बहुत दर्द रह गयी है ….!!
जॅहा रहा करती थी पहले…खुशियो से भरी
एक हस्ती ,खेलती…
एक नन्ही, कोमल से आशाए!

There began the fight for justice…

Justice from your life?

Justice from your fears?

Justice from your hopes?

Justice from your  society?

Justice from life?

Justice from death?

Jury is here !

To hear our side…

-of good done, of mistakes repeated,of love ignored, of conflicting thoughts…

Of peace, of violence???

Lets at times do justice to just our self

By following the rules god laid for us –

Of love, peace, understanding, compassion, and

Simple rules which humanity brought around us!