Aaj...Yun hi

Aaj yun hi...is zehen me uthi ek baat..

ek chanchal sa ehsaas..kuch gehre, bhule bisre alfaaz..

kya zindagi se yahi chaha tha maine..kya khud se yahi manga tha maine??

in sawalon me jujhna nahi chahta main...in dayron me simatna nahi chahta main...

par inke saath chali aati hui un yaadon ka bhanwar...kuch thode se nam, thode manoram..

un kaagazon ke purzon me na jane kitne sapne range the meri syaahi ne...waqt ne jaise unhe mitaane ki saazish si chali ho...

sangeet ke un chhe chhandon ko apni dhuno se sawaanra tha maine..mere nishan abhi bhi hain unme...meri goonjen abhi bhi samayi hai unme..

kya maine khud ke iraadon se kiya hai chhal...kya maine khud ki koshishon ka kiya hai aatmghat..

na chahte hue bhi fansta sa chala raha hun in sawaalon me...jinke jawabon se bachata aa rha tha khud ko..

sach se ru ba ru hone hi ghadi phir chal padi hai..phir ghanseet rahi hai mujhe in sawaalon se duur..

phir kuch der ke liye ye dhundle saayon ki tarah kho jayenge kahin...kabhi aur aisi tanhaaiyon me meri ruuh to sateyenge..

Takes Time

Takes time


It takes time for a toddler to hold her mother,
It takes time for thoughts to discover,
It takes time to give vent to our emotions,
And to lose someone and let go of all false notions...

It takes time to sport a smile when you are down,
It takes longer to hurt someone and hold back before you drown..
It takes time to understand one another,
And takes a life-time to know oneself rather.

It takes ages to unravel the words unsaid...
takes time to see through one's eyes and the uncomfortable silence
instead...
It takes time to reciprocate the unconditional love and care we get
from our loved ones...
and to realise what we've lost until it silently burns...

This isn't mere procrastination...it's just a part and parcel of human

nature..

The Celebratrion called 'LIFE'

The gentle twittering of the swallows,
The faint rustle of the wild mangrove,
the anguished summoning of the cuckoo,
and the customary setting of the ageless sun..
It seems, except me, life is everywhere around..

I lay down indifferent and still,
witnessing the celebration of life,
with my heart itself devoid of any mirth and ecstacy..
Suddenly, a hope kindles out of nothing,
Suddenly, a desire is born in my encephelon...

There's nothing, yet there is so much to inspire,
And as my eyes of concsiousness unseal themselves,
I find myself as a part and parcel of this majestic jubilation...

THE VOICE OF THE PROLETARIAT

In a country like India where each and every individual has a prerogative of voicing his concerns and attracting attention of the incumbent politicians, we often find their voices lost in the maelstrom created by their own representatives presenting a myopic picture of their people to the government. They hardly make an attempt to see through the real and deeper picture of what is it that the commom man really and desperately needs. Just fulfilling the basic requirements of their people isn't enough to make a regime or domain happier and stronger, if we consider these things from a holistic point of view.
We all know what happened in the areas of Saurashtra and Bundelkhand. Needless to say,until and unless apposite endeavours are not made to recuperate the present state of affairs of the proleriat or the working class, the situation is going to aggravate to a greater and irreversible level and in turn leading to more apalling results. It's about time that we start to learn what are those necessary steps that we as responsible citizens need to take and expect to be executed judiciously and effectively because devoid of a backbone how can a body remain stable and nimble.