खोज अभी जारी है

द्वन्द चल रहा अंतर्मन में
यह कैसी लाचारी है
जीवन के सच में सच्चाई की
पर खोज अभी भी जारी है|

निकल चुका है आधा जीवन
पर कुछ करने की तयारी है
बहुत मिला है इस दुनिया से
पर खोज अभी भी जारी है|

सबको मिलता सोच समझ कर
समय बड़ा व्यापारी है
दिल को छूने वाले पल की
पर खोज अभी भी जारी है|


बचपन के दिन बीते सरपट
अब सर पे दुनियादारी है
बचपन के कुछ सपनो की
पर खोज अभी भी जारी है|

"It's a magical world, Hobbes, ol' buddy... Let's go exploring!"
~ Calvin in "Calvin and Hobbes" by Bill Waterson 

कविता

ज़ेहन में एक कविता थी, शायद सो गयी है
रोज़मर्रा कारोबार के ढेर में कहीं खो गयी है
छंद के छल्ले जीवन के बोझ तले बिखर गए हैं
छंद हीन कविता निर्वस्त्र सी रो गयी है!

Grounded

When I was a child
I used to fly
And the sky was full of constellations
Now I rarely look up
To see the few dots in the darkness

Somnambulist

I pray for peace but it refuses,
The alarm wins after six snoozes.
Body gets bathed and the face gets shaven,
In a rush to catch the shuttle at seven.

The sun is out and the skies are bright,
But the sway of night still holds deep,
I hear the bells ring in a distant temple,
And I keep on walking in my sleep.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; the soul that rises with us, our life's star.
~Illusions, Richard Bach

Hyenas

They are running free again,
Only blood will quench their thirst.
Run! Run rabit run,
The weakest will fall first.

Chlorophyll

The soft green glow of the glow worms
The vibrant green radiance of radium
The green of fields in the spring sun
The green of phosphor, bright sans burns

The green of fern on the window sill
The green of mines that emeralds fill
The green of envy that could kill
The green of life, you’re my chlorophyll.

~For Amul

मुझे सोने दो़

भोर के आकाश का गुलाबी वितान
लोरी सी लगती कोयल की तान
हवा में हल्की सी सिहरन,
ज्यों किया हो अभी अभी स्नान
कंबल की गर्माहट
माँ के स्पर्श के समान।

आज दुनिया इधर की उधर होने दो
जो पाते हों वे पाएँ,
मुझे खोने दो
नींद की वाटिका में
स्वप्न के बीज बोने दो
अभी कुछ पल और
मुझे सोने दो़।।

I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life...Procrastinating and rationalizing.
~Calvin

Losing Hope

Promises lie broken, faith ambushed
Nothing is going the way it should,
Life is a mirage, unforgiving
I have never been what I could.

Call it fate, provenance or celestial games
I don't believe myself any more,
With lead of angst in my veins
I just hope that hope remains.

COUNCILLOR HAMANN: Perhaps. But we can hope.
LOCK: I'm afraid hope is an indulgence I don't have time for.
~The Matrix Revolutions Andy Wachowski, Larry Wachowski

Ephemera

Death may be beautiful to a poet’s eyes
A muse more charming than all his allies
One that needs no alibis
As with each word a bard is born
And with every verse the poet dies.

We could pave new roads with their cold gravestones, And wind them through the pines...
~What if I do - Foo Fighters

Tyagi, this one is for you.

Dead Dogs

Have you noticed how the tree sways,
Before it falls
Or the final fight to survive,
Before death calls

Freud is gone, he might have known
What fate says
I've been seeing dead dogs in the street
For the past few days.
“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
~Norman Cousins

बाँवरा मन

घर से बिछड़े हुए बहुत दिन
अब मन मेरा व्याकुल है
ये तेज़ शहर है
यहाँ ज़िंदगी सरपट भागी जाती है
गन्तव्यहीन अन्धी दौड़ में
जाने दुनिया क्या पाती है
इस तेज़ रफ्तार दौड़-भाग में
वृद्ध हो चला हूँ असमय ही,
माँ मेरा बचपन लौटा दो
अब मन मेरा व्याकुल है।
घर से बिछड़े हुए बहुत दिन
अब मन मेरा व्याकुल है।।
Times have changed and times are strange Here I come, but I ain't the same Mama, I'm coming home ~ Ozzy Osbourne

राग - विराग

हूँ खण्डित फिर भी हूँ अक्षर
हूँ नश्वर फिर भी अजर-अमर
सदियों से चलता आया, हूँ मैं
पाप पुण्य का महासमर।

हूँ धरा की प्यास भी
हूँ बरखा का विलास भी
हूँ प्रसव की विकट वेदना
हूँ शैशव का उल्लास भी।

हूँ मृत्यु का करुण रुदन
हूँ बसंत का फाग भी
हूँ लिये हृदय में साथ साथ
मैं राग भी, विराग भी।।

The clocks are not in unison; the inner one runs crazily on at a devilish or demonic or in any case inhuman pace, the outer one limps along at its usual speed. What else can happen but that the worlds split apart, and they do split apart, or at least clash in a fearful manner.
~ Franz Kafka

What if...

What if you find one day,
you've got All that you ever sought
Will the time stand still?
Will your heart skip beating?
Will all your efforts turn to naught?

What if you find one day, you've lost
Everything you ever got
Will you diminish into oblivion
Without a future, without any past
Or will you stand up and give it one more shot?

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss...
~Rudyard Kipling

Scaffolding

I am your support, your scaffolding
I hold you when you are tender
I bear your weight to give you form
I am the one who helps you stand
And see you through your journey
To the marvel from mortar and sand.

I know when you are strong enough
I’ll be needed no more
To your wonderstruck beholders
I’ll be a pain, eyesore
So, I’ll be dismembered Pillar by pillar, rope by rope
Promise by promise hope by hope.

"You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. " ~Kahlil Gibran

Mumbai

Six twenty four Khar, boom!
Six twenty four Bandra, boom!
Six twenty five Jogeshwari boom!
Six twenty six Mahim, boom!
Six twenty nine Mira Road, boom !
Six thirty Matunga, boom!
Six thirty five Borivali, boom!

Bloodshot eyes, elusive paradise,
Misplaced faith, God mislaid,
Shattered dreams, silence screams
Now they will start the witch hunt,
Who is going to bear the brunt?
Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic

"We didn't start the fire"
~Billy Joel

Pyromania

Yesterday I burnt my shadow,
Now there is nothing that creeps beside me,
Finally there is peace inside me,
Its shrieks were lost in furnace bellow.

In infernal flames I thrust myself,
It fused my guts and charred my bone,
I traveled on pyre to liberty,
Now, elevated, I walk alone.

“Jala hai jism jahan dil bhi jal gaya hoga Kuredte ho raakh aarzoo kya hai?”
~Ghalib
Inspired by :-
"From a seed it started,
And to ashes it will burn,
This is the world,
God chose to churn."
~Anonymous

Ratjage

गर्मी की खामोश रातों में
पंखे का घरघराना
नल की टप-टप, घड़ी की टिक टिक
जाने कितनी रातों का यूँ
जगते हुए बिताना…

आंखों के रतजगे
कहते है ये कहानी
फ़िर नही लौटते बीते हुए पल
उन हसीं पलों की खातिर
कुर्बान जिंदगानी।

All that you can't leave...
~U2

Microcosm

Stones, cliffs, rocks, mountains
Oceans, seas, ponds, fountains
Lichens, trees, animals, birds,
Sight, sound, senses words

To think it all started
From a tiny single seed
All lies in the mind
It's a small world indeed!

Chhoti si yeh duniya pehchaane raaste hain Tum kahin toh miloge...

Corrosion

Ostensible smiles
Obsequious demeamour
Scrape the patina
What's left
Schadenfreude!!

“You mellow too much you ripen and rot”
~ Woody Allen

Heartache

It hurts?
Who are you trying to deceive!
It's a pain
You don't want to leave!!

"Peeda mein aanand jise ho..."
~Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Icarus and Phoenix

From the ashes I will rise
With fire in my eyes
To live my interrupted dream
To get my forbidden prize

Every sinew I will strain
I will transcend every pain
I'll fly silently without a hum
Beware Apollo here I come!!

“It's better to burn out than fade away.”
~Kurt Cobain quoting Neil Young

Jugnoo

वृक्षो के झुरमुट में अद्भुत
कुछ जादू का पुट
आँख मिचौनी खेल रहा है
जुगनुओं का गुट

कल्पतरु सा पीपल चमके
जुगनुओं के साथ
चांदनी का जाल बिछा है
तारो भरी कनात

"We are all worms, but I do believe that I am a glow worm.”
~ Winston Churchill

Taad aur chaand

काला ताड़, गोरा चाँद
रात्रि काल की
श्वेत - श्याम तस्वीर में
लंबा ताड़, गोला चाँद!!

चतुर्दशी का भोला चाँद
ताड़ को अलविदा कह
बादलों से लुक-छिप करता
हौले हौले डोला चाँद!!

"Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits। Such the sun, the moon, Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon"
~ Endymion, John Keats

Ctrl Z

Unbreak my heart
Unbound my soul
Break these threads, they bind
Liberate... Unite me with the whole!!

ॐ पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं
पूर्णात्पूर्णमुदच्यते
पूर्णस्य पूर्णमादाय
पूर्णमेवावशिष्य्ते॥
~ ईशावास्योपनिषद

Icarus

You are young, the world beckons you
Hurdles abound you find your way through
You crave for glory, you want to fly
You craft a wing, give it a try

Flying above the ocean, you forget to comply
With rule that says fly, but not too high
Soaring too near the sun can damage your wings
He who forgets his limits ultimately sinks

Wings of wax are bound to break
Proof they are not real but imitation, fake
The wings that liberate, that help you rise
Finally seal your fate, drive your demise।

“Burnout is nature's way of telling you, you've been going through the motions your soul has departed; you're a zombie, a member of the walking dead, a sleepwalker। False optimism is like administrating stimulants to an exhausted nervous system।”
~ Sam Keen

It's been a long time

Its been a long time
Of sleepless nights
Of dark Lights
Of dim sights

Its been a long time
Of silence and sad songs
Of pain and heart longs
Of no rights and all wrongs

Wish you were here
~Pink Floyd

It's that simple

They say I'm too naive, I don't understand
Life is too complicated for my simple solutions
It's only in books that cause and effect go hand in hand
The cliched vicious circle is a fact, so is destitution
Black and white, yes or no, zero and one
Machines work in binary, fuzzy logic is human
How would you tell good from bad when all shades are gray
Reason retires, wisdom vanishes but confusions stay
Still my simple conviction is too strong to break
No, I'm not afraid of being burnt at stake
So mark my words, I'll have my way
And make this littered labyrinth linear one day.

BOYS DON'T CRY

It’s that phase of life when insanities acquire new meanings. You indulge in shenanigans just for the heck of it. if you are not high on booze you are trippy on emotions. A cocktail of both can be a dangerous concoction. As the penultimate semester draws closer to an end heralding the dawn of the final semester of graduation you come to realize, the golden days of life are numbered. In case you miss the import of the passing days, people tend to make sure that the gravity of the situation gets to you by reminding you of the brute liabilities that are going to pounce upon you as soon as you complete the hostel life. References like “guest of few days” and “when you are gone” are numerous and boy do they hurt. You find the place you had cursed on umpteen occasions before has set its tentacles deep within your sinews, and no matter how hard you try you are powerless to break its shackles.
Then come the bouts of sentimental outbursts when your mind seems immersed in a dark viscous fluid and the heart feels as if it is being choked by soft but unyielding hands.Friends and emotions become the only worthwhile entities, everything else becomes trifle, exams and academics don’t even figure in the priority list. You spend your nights talking and sharing thoughts that erstwhile seemed senseless and absurd. You spend your days in wild excursions trying to explore everything possible under the sun. Suddenly you will find, without even being consciously aware of the fact that the exams are over and you need to pack your bags. Then there will be a rush of diaries and scrap books, seeking to maintain a fleeting contact and each word you pen down will scathe your heart a little bit more. They say boys don’t cry, but when you go to see off your colleagues you will find even the meanest of souls breaking down and the toughest of minds being unable to stop the flow of tears. you might assume a brave front and escape from the water works without getting wet but when you’ll see your closest friends stepping on the aisle of the bus and you’ll notice tears rolling down your cheeks you’ll know that boys do cry and when they do its no use trying to console them.