Nili Chhatri ka Cover

Wo nili chhatri kahan hai,

Kise pata,

Jise tune kabhi apne bayen hath ki 

mutthi me kaske pakad rakha tha...

Bas uski cover hath lagi mera...

Wo bund bund barsha

Jo tumhare hath ko chhute 

Is nile cover pe lage the,

Jane kahan sukh gae hein,

Yehi kah kar 

 nili chhatri ki cover ro padi ...

Mujhse bhi raha na gaya-

Jab ankh uthaya aur daudaya 

Aur baju me adha bhige hue tujhe na paya...

Jab us pal ko sar sar sarakte

Din mahine salon ke pichhe chhupta hua dekha,

Mujhse v raha na gaya...

Na jane kiski ashuon se 

Nili chhatri ki cover fir se gila ho gaya,

Us raat ki barish me bhige hue

Tumhare hath me jeise ....

Bhaari

Tumhare pyar aur nafrat ko 

Jhule me dale chalti gayi,

Chubhne laga kuch...

Aur bhari v tha jhola...

Chala nahi gaya aur...

Rasta bhi upar chadhta tha,

Pahad uthna tha..

Aur jhola uthae chala nahi ja raha tha

Ek kadam v aur

Tabhi ruk gai aur jhola kholi

Bahut sara nafrat ke pathar the,

Usme kali syahi me likha galiyan,

Chhi chhi thu thu...

Aur bahut kam pyar ke phool mile,

Uspar osh bund par chak chak karta

Tere naam ke sath mere naam likha hua tha...

Taraju me alag alag dala,

Itna sara nafrat, itna sa pyar-

Wajan kia,

Pyar ko bhari paya!

Aur bhi hain...

Pani me barish ho to

Sab kahte hein,

Kya jaroorat hai

Par jab bund bund girta hai upar se,

Aur ek jal-parda lahrata hai

To samudra me romanch hota hai

Nad ko ullas chhata hai...

Jal-raasi abhibhut hota hai

Koti koti barsha-bund ke agamani se

Sochta hai-

Han, mere aur v hain

Aur nachte phulte gho gho karte 

Libas badalta hai,

Nila, sabja se laalchia dikhte hue,

Kudte apna kinara todke kahan kahan pheilne lagta hai...

Upar -asman par pahad ke muhn ke pash

Badal dhuan dhuan 

Jeise nadi ki ut-phullit deh ko dekh

Laaj se mukh dhak lena chahta ho...

Par badal badal hain,

Dhuan dhuan... Bhina bhina...

Kuchh der baad chhat jate hein......

Chalte jate hein-na jane kahan,

Jahan le jae unhe hawa...

A Cold Shake!

Just a name here ...
And a quick line there... 

And i get as usual a cold-shake- 

an indirect remark and a hurtful finger 

blaming me for things i haven't done... 

Relatives, friends, strangers, loved-ones, 

they want to shake my hand and leave me 

like i am an upturned stone 

in their so-called smooth path... 

Sitting in the gloom of my dark room, 

i think of the years gone by...

the days crawled... The minutes staggered...

yes, the past, my past is me... 

The stations i have crossed and the trains i have taken... 

They made me realize-

This earth is not for me...nobody is for me... 

Just a passing phase, till i close my eyes! 

I wish, i don't forget the flowers, 

the rain drops and the soft loving feet approaching me 

some years back on a fine bright morning....

Upturned

D.P.

upturned

Just a name here ... And a quick line there... 
And i get as usual a cold-shake- 
an indirect remark and a hurtful finger 
blaming me for things i haven't done... 
Relatives, friends, strangers, loved-ones, 
they want to shake my hand and leave me 
like i am an upturned stone 
in their so-called smooth path... 
Sitting in the gloom of my dark room, 
i think of the years gone by...
the days crawled... The minutes staggered...
yes, the past, my past is me... 
The stations i have crossed and the trains i have taken... 
They made me realize-
This earth is not for me...nobody is for me... 
Just a passing phase, till i close my eyes! 
I wish, i don't forget the flowers, 
the rain drops and the soft loving feet approaching me 
some years back on a fine bright morning....

~Upturned

*Tamisra

Mukesh Angadi

7 hours ago

It is drizzling and the train lazily
changes its ways
through the forest
A stream gurgles beneath the cost iron bridge
The trees are aglow with joy
As rain drops plays on their eye lids 
people in the spl compartments
are still asleep
Some that are awake await their Tea ,,,
served In bright yellow flask and plastic mugs
an young girl tosses a coin into the water
with a silent prayer
Someone crushes and platic mugs and
throws it down the stream ...!

ll Radhey krishna ll

 — with Debahuti Panigrahi.

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  Debahuti Panigrahi Ah, heart touching...
  In my minds eye, i can see and feel all this... Wish i could be there to see the Nature dancing with tingling Rain anklets in her feet...
  And the moving train and You -
  Dear Mukesh....
  How fascinating....
  
  ARE YOU TRAVELLING!
  It's such a bliss!!

  

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mukesh

This is not the beginning ,this is not the end…

I am in a journey of love …dear Devi

Sitting in a train compartment….

Trying to forget the past…

Thinking –this is not to be turned out to be-

Not to end like this…

Going on and in each junction I look for you…

debahuti

"trying to forget the past"wah what a line from you...

Khoj

तुम्हारे मुह को,
बक्से से खिॅच खाँच कर निकालने पर,
झाडझुडने से,
निकलता है दर्द:-बजता हे उसकी दुन्दुभि, गुजरता है जर्रे जर्रे मे, चिर काट कर रस्ता बनाए,
ओर अपनापन:- खुलता है  उसकी छत्रि, ओर डोरियाँ, शाखेँ, पत्ते, फुल ओर तितलयाँ ••
दिन शुरु नहीं  होता -छुप जाता हे यहां वहां,
खोजना पडता हे कहां कहां••

Sunrise within You

Feel the Sun rise within You...
Like a golden ball thrown from God
Towards you in a playful mood...!
Hold the Sun in your heart, brain
And let it fill your earthen engine 
with brilliance and energy,
Hold the Golden Ball in your inner self
And let it illuminate You-
Flooding the ecstatic horizon within You-
With joy, compassion, love and God Particles...
See and feel...
Nectar drops are falling all around You...
Dearest Loveable Mukesh!



,

Batein, rui si...

Bahar nikalne par
Hyderabad bichha hua rahta hai
aur uske sath Tum....
Yahan wahan...
Batein chhoti badi...
Itni utni...
Rui jeise hawa me khule hue...
 

am i alone?

Mukesh Angadi

[ western ghat , karnataka,( monSoon ) ]

memories are there , too , to keep every part of me alive to keep me going .
Good or bad it doesn't matter , because they both are a part of this being .
I fly alone and the sky in front of endless vast , but that only makes me stronger .

ll Radhey krishna ll

Debahuti Panigrahi

in this vast stretch of clouds,
Yes, we all fly like birds...
Towards horizon,
In search for survival...
This flight is Life!
And while flying, there is no search light upon our head,
Yet a bird can sense the direction, danger a friend!
Deep inside the Rainstorm,
While wings go utterly weak,
Sometimes i hear flapping of another wing in the distant...
And i think i know it's pattern...
Then i am not alone altogether!
Or may be it's just my mind playing tricks with me...
Or is there someone really out there?
It's hard to believe sometimes...
Am i gifted with a special antennae!
That makes me strong or weak-
Again that's a million dollar question
That kept pending for a long time now...

Dear Mukesh, Good Evening!

Luchakali

Tu asibu, Tu jibu,
Chalu thibu lamba lamba suna pada pakei,
Kebe tora jiba asiba rasta re jadi mote na dekhu,
Tebe ki bhabibu mu nahi,
Pada re pada milei To saha chaliba pain?
Mu ta phula hoi phuti thibi, Mayur-Chulia,
To gunu gunu geeta suniba pain, luchi thibi....
Jebe mu bihwala hue Tora Bankaa-Chehra dekhi,
Au pagal To dhun suni,
Tebe khasi padi bichhei jibi To pada tale...

Thami jibuni Madho,
Tikie heu pachhe pada Tora chhuein debu mo thi,
To pada-sparsh re phula ru mu hebi Vanshika,
Etiki mora saradha,
Ei sabu enu tenu bayani ra puja...
Tu jebe chhuin mote debu, chamaki mu jibi,
Seithi sariba sabu lucha-kaali-khela,
ahe mora Neelabh Sathi!

Lucha-kaali

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Friendly Bird!

Mukesh Angadi Divine Grace :- when Sky is a hot blanket , when parched soil seems like potter's klin ... ! When blowing wind feels like billowing smoke , when all is ablaze on heat and drought . One night from Somewhere clouds arrive and rain the earth ... Such is the nature of divine grace . ll Radhey krishna ll  Debahuti Panigrahi Ah, beautiful.... Touched my heart... To the deep core of my being... I was waiting ... Opening up my window, Watching the, smoke-laden sky, The hot wind grazing my face, Waiting for the Friend-Bird to come, And sing to me.... And it did come, from far afar, crossing seven mountains on its golden wing, it came to me to sing to me... And it rained... Rained from the eyes of the Cloud girl... From the heart of the sky... When the bird nodded and twitted, Calling my name... Thank You Dearest Mukesh, For a soul-shaking poem... It made my evening O dear One! Wish You a very Good Evening With Love and warm hugs....

Matthias Hana good morning...thanks u....bye. Mukesh Angadi Dear Debahuti thank you for your heart touching lines ... How many times I wondered It still comes out the same no matter how you look at it or think of it , its life and you just got to play game ... ll Radhey krishna ll Debahuti Panigrahi You are most welcome dear Mike, but i am sorry, i can't follow your line of thought. Obviously Life is not a game to play. It's to be lived and loved!  Thanks for your cold touch on a hot evening! Really, You made it up! '

Sacred Lute

Closing Your eyes,
You blow Life to the Flute…
And when it sings…
All the souls open up
As the soft petals open up
To the first rays of the Sun…
Bathed in Light and Ambrosia…

O Krishn, O Mohan,
No one pays any attention
To the Raga of Your Music…
It is enough that You are singing…

What luster comes out of that Flute
When You touch it in your own hand…
What magic the symphony creates…
The entire jungle-all the animals, bird and humans
Stands hypnotized to the pull of your sacred lute…

O BankeBihari, O MadanGopal,
Do You know…
That everyone just forgets to bow to You,
Hearing your soft call …
Do You ever know…

Onset of Monsoon?

May be the Sun will go cold one day,
And along with it 
The Earth will also die...
May be this will happen some day...

May be...
And with all plans of extinction,
There will be another plan for extanction -ready!
The Creator can not sit idle,
There has to be another blueprint of survival -handy!


But not now...
This is not hapenning today,
May be the Sun is shy
Or has become lethargic
And is hiding behind
The thick cloud canopy...

May be...
It's just snowing upon earth...
May be winter has come -uninvited,
Or is it the onset of monsoon ...

My Soul Bird

My Soul-Bird,
Yes, You are nearby...
i can hear the flutter of Your wings...
beyond the Curtains of Fog...

The Water of Life has a stirring in it...
for You have touched the blue ocean...
and ancient sky too has something to say,
as it stores Your music...Your Rhythm!

A Fire and a Moth

That Something or Someone...
living inside me,
Takes the form of a Sacred Fire,
when awakens from sleep.

My Soul Moth stands close to it,
marking each flicker...each whirr...
bathing in the Light...

There is a strange pull in the Sacred Fire...
and the moth waits unceasingly
to have a glimpse of the Divine Creature-
that lives inside this.