Wednesday, 29 June 2011

जीवन के रास्ते

हम छोटे बड़े रास्ते हैं
कभी एक दूसरे के समानान्तर चलते
कभी एक दूसरे को काटते, हाथ मिलाते,
गले मिलते अपनी दूरियां बांटते हैं
कभी दूर होते जाते हैं
कभी अपना अस्तितव दूसरे रास्ते को सौंप देते हैं
और जब हमारे अस्तित्व का अंत आता है
पुराने संदर्भों को याद करते हैं।
दूर हो, समानान्तर या पास पास
सदा ही
यात्रा पथ पर जाने वाले पथिक के लिए
हम छोटे बड़े, सीधे, टेढे मेढ़े रास्ते हैं।

Accounts Remain unadjusted

How-So-ever I might add
Sustract multiply and divide
I'm unable to adjust all my accounts
Joys and miseries experienced
At different accasions, times and places
with all the honours, disgraces,
Profits and losses, love and hatred
Honesty and fraud
the sense of belonging and aloofness
Galling darkness and bright mental attitudes
needless blows and counter blows,
and then work out the ratio
in relation with the sensibilities
the vitual feelings
The events and situations
the feelings that emanaite from the soul counts
Yet, how so ever I might try.
I'm unable to adjust the accounts

The balance sheet of assets and liabilites
Credits and debts can be set right.
In equilibrium with the equanimity of mind
But howsoever I attempt to adjust
The truth and falsehood of gone by moments
with the present innate and made-up
Self-knowledge.
The account does not adjust
How-so ever I might try
How and which process do I have to use
adjust this account of life-process?
How to adjust the life's failures
Futile fitful acts with the happy ones?
Time saved from the caparicious calamities
And crisis galore and into
The result adding the fantasies for future.
The fact is the blossoms need not darkness but
The star-light or the moon's silvery smile
Or, the dawn's golden rays.

How to procure a Calculator used by the cosmic
Creative Controller?
Fair the account of a well-lived life
Colours of the longings for living
find homes again of one's self-existence
And brushes of life's truth and untruth
may be used to picturise
the experience of reallity and illusion.
Then I balance it with the result of using mutiple factors
But the final account always remains unadjusted.

हिसाब मिलता नहीं

हिसाब मिलता नहीं
जितना ही जोड़ता हूं अतीत के सुख दुःख
अलग-अलग समय में
और उसमें शामिल करता हूं
जोड़, घटाव, गुणा, भाग
मान अपमान
लाभ हानि
प्रेम, प्रवंचना
अपनत्व, दूरत्व
अंधकार, उजियारापन, घात प्रतिघात
और फिर उसमें से निकालता हूं
प्राण-संवेदना का अनुपात
हिसाब मिलता नहीं

प्राप्य और अप्राप्य
दोनों का तुलन-पत्र
समतुल्य होना ही समायोजन है
परन्तु जितना ही बीते हुए
क्षणों का जिया गया सत्य-असत्य
और वर्तमान का सहज-असहज आत्म-बोध
मिलाकर हिसाब करता हूं
हिसाब मिलता नहीं

कैसे किस-किस प्रक्रिया से हिसाब मिलाऊं
कितना कुछ जीवन के अनर्गल जिए निष्फलों को
कैसे और कितना
समय की मार से सहेजे गए पलों को
सुख प्राप्ति-फलन से घटाऊं
और असंभावित भविष्य
उसमें जोड़ दूं
ऐसा करते हुए यही निष्कर्ष निकलता है
कि अंधेरे में कोई भी फूल खिलता नहीं
उसके लिए तारों की रोशनी चाहिए
अथवा चन्द्रिमा की रजत-मुस्कान
या सूर्य की प्रातः-स्वर्णिम किरणें
मैं भला कहां से लाऊं
जगत नियंता का कलकुलेटर
जिस पर ठीक-ठीक जिए जीवन का हिसाब
जोडूं-घटाऊं
भोगी हुई जिजीविषा
और आत्मयंत्रणा के रंगों से
कैसे जीवन के सत्य और
असत्य की तूलिका से रंगू
जिए, अनजिए यथार्थ को
समेकित करूं, सारे गुणनफल के साथ
मिलाऊं हिसाब
जो कभी मिलता नहीं।

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

जीवन और कर्म

समय-असमय का घात-प्रतिघात
हमें नित्य छलता है
अपने साथ नित नए ऋतुओं के
परिवर्तन लिए चलता है
पीली पत्तियों के आहत
निर्मूक-क्रन्दन के बीच मैने जाना
कि समय के साथ चलने के लिए
कर्मठता की उजास चाहिए
आशा और विश्वास चाहिए
अन्यथा हमारी यात्रा
अस्तित्व-भार ढोने की
मजबूरी है
जीवन और कर्म की यही दूरी है

The Feeling of togetherness

The feeling of nothingness leaves on ones mind an uneasiness at moments of depression. The intellect needs loving togetherness to fulfill the vacuum of heart. Future never counts the depreciation of the present, neither it heals the wounds of shattered relationship. Only man has to be careful in choosing the path of  emancipated    feeling with new awareness to make life happy.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Time - Existence

The frustrated past gets mirrored
In the faded faces
Supported by the Autumn's-arm
The breez silently signifies
The advent of spring.
The sound of faultering steps
Also the blossoming Neem and Amaltas trees herald that the spring has arrived
i.e., the mango & casia fituala
The fascinating fragrance of flowering
Mango losses its essence 
The Indian cuckoo's song
speeds up the blood circulating in my veins
waves of spring-time happiness
and surgess in my heart
But at the very next moment
seeing the colourless faces,
I forget the imaginary happiness
which vanishes in the air and I muse :
those fail to keep pace with the changing times
Whoever they are
Also fail in the bigger battle of life.

समय अस्तित्व

कुम्हलाए हुए चेहरों में दिखाई देता है
हताश-अतीत
पतझर की बाहें थामें हवा
और उसके कांपते पांवों की आहट
वसन्त-आगमन का मौन संकेत देती
नीम और अमलताश की टहनियां
अमराई से उठती
बोर-गंधी-मादल हवा
कोयल की तान
मेरी धमनियों में बहते रक्त को
तेजी से संचारित कर जाती
हृदय में उठती
वसन्त-आनन्द की लहरियां
परन्तु दूसरे ही क्षण
कुम्हलाए चेहरों को देख
मैं भूल जाता अपना स्वकल्पित सुख-सत्य
और सोचने लगता कि
समय-गति के साथ
जो चल नहीं पाते
वही तो मुंह की खाते

Saturday, 25 June 2011

आजादी की कामना

एक चिड़िया पिंजड़े में बन्दी
पिंजड़े में पानी पोसी गई
पिंजड़े में ही हुई बड़ी
और उसके भीतर
उड़ने की आकांक्षा ने स्वप्निल परों पर लिख दिया-
रोशनी भी उड़ती है उन्मुक होकर
दूर-दूर दिगन्त के आर-पार
पर रोशनी भी
अपने वृत्त में रहती बंधी
सतरंगी घोड़े पर सवार
सदा ही अंधरे को चीर कर
उड़ना चाहती।
न उड़ पाने की असमर्थता है उसकी व्यथा
सबेरे की धूप भी लिखती है
तरु पत्रों पर
समय-परिवर्तन-कथा
धूप-कथा से ओजस्वित
पिंजड़े में बन्द चिड़िया
फड़फड़ाने लगी अपने पंख
और एक अच्छी लग्न में

Friday, 24 June 2011

My Adventurous son

My Two sons Sanjay and Anand are IT Engineers working with US Companys and live with their faimily at Bangalore & Hyderabad. Anand took his faimily and travelled by his car from Delhi to Hyderabad, Sanjay Travelled from Bangalore to Laddak (Leh) and back to Bangalore driving his car himself. I Congratulate the boys for this adventure and wish that they should travel the entire world always keeping in their mind to have faith in god and keep on life's enjoyments having human love in heart and working for world peace and fraternity.

Thursday, 23 June 2011

Life and work

The struggle between the good and bad times
Deprives us even as it brings in chages
Always, we've to meet new challenges
amidst the anguished wails of the fallen
yellowing leaves
I have realised : To keep pace even with the
Changing times, one needs to be
Active, energetic and confident
Otherwise, we carry on with
the compulsive burden of existence
That is the chasm,
The gap between life and action.

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Songs of life

Sing, sing songs of life
Time is running like a
Wheel within a wheel, and
likewise, seasons, years
and centuries innumenrable.
Humans one after another move on
The new sun of hope rises
out of mist of frustrations
and so happiness comes after miseries.

Passing on history comes after another
One morning after the other
things go on and
The next morning
at the eastern sky divides itself in many a hues
People devide into the east and the west
The north and the south create many a distances
aimlessness, conspiracy, strife
reign among them, still evaporate
And yet they sing and sing songs of life-
keeping undying vitality forever...

Hazare's Lok Pal Movement

Anna Hazare's Lokpal-movement is the necessity of Indian Democracy, an useful instrument to check corruption and nepotism. The argument of installing Paralled Government by civil society in adopting the Lokpal Bill as drafted by Hazare's group. is a childish talk of a few errant Ministers who do not want lokpal Bill to be passed in its real version as drafted by Hazare group. The governments view point is against public interest and welfare of the people who are crushed under corruption and money laundering after the independence.

Colour of Indian Politics

Diggy's narrow worded comments about Baba Ramdo, Acharya Balkrishna and Anna Hazare reveal the Indian Politics black colour face and low class thinking. Personal Freedom is the boon of democracy and it can not be erazed by any one. Civil society is the grass rout of democracy.

Monday, 20 June 2011

The Human braveless

A Person is always supreme if he or she possess the brave heart and strong wish to wine the like's game.

Breaking away with Past

Breking away with Past

How troublesome it is
Reminiscing the past or by -gone
How painful it is Indeed
To get liberated and released from the shadows of the
memories
And how difficult it is
to disconnect ourself
from the days gone by
when there were stars in the eyes
and butterflies in the sleep
to start the life all over again
It is not indeed easy induct to transcend
to do away with old relations, and
set our mind on the new ones but how much.

The Pleasure of Poetry

We continued on paper
To draw engraved mark
PPaint and picture and/ or write
Wordy figures and images, forms
of the rhthmic songs and verses
Filled it up with vital colours of our memories
And Claimed; This is poetry...

We went on expressing our own
cravings and bloken decency and decorum
spent up dreams, tales of false pride
and claimed; this is reality of life
We got involved in that so much
and also lost ourselves; and yet
carried on merely with pleasure
on paper; we declared; This is the
form and style of poetic creativity.
But the question remains;
Is this indeed the poetry?


The Great Void

This expanding trunk of great voidity
endless, infinite, indescribable
remains single coloured
this great void
This expansion of bluish Expanse
never departs from the voidity
singley indivisible its beauty
it's boundary is universal entity
It's energised yes, by the same vitality
Yes Pure white and enriched by humanity
In season and out of season,
It stands for humaneness anwering

Who knows however true, unture
of the queries; How, who, why, when and where
may be the great destiny regulates and rules
created love, truth and illusive realty
Touches, without a begining and end limitless, devoid of kinds
pose, higher, low costs, clourful and colurless, rich and pauper society.
In all ages and eras the great existence heads all the nature, the humans, the land and waters
animals and beasts, cattles, winged beings
motionless and moving fixed stable
This is the sourece of all existence of life,
all the time, anywhere it fills the great
void with eve renewed
It pitches novel tents of being and existence.