Tum bhare ho dason disha!

Tum bhare ho dason disha!


Har jagah pe Tum ho...
Ye kyun lagta hai
Hilte hue patte,
Udte hue panchhi,
Chhaon Dhup...
DhupChhaon ka Milan..
Apna chhaya..
Har jagah pe Tumhare hone ka abhas ...
Aur ankh kab bhar aya pata nahi chalta hai..
Jab samne ka drishya bojhil hone lage-
Pata chalta hai-
Han mere ankhon me v Tum bhar aye ho, Sainru!

Garden of Amaravati

In the garden of fragrant flowers
When I was drinking the pot of somaras
i lifted my cup and asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection -
and mine in the cup of somaras
Did some miracle!
And I saw You...
As You appear!
I saw You...
As You appear out of the cloud
or out of nowhere !
I sat back and sang to you
The thousand lyrics
That i have kept- locked inside me
For eons of ages...
And danced offering you
The moon, the somras ...
As my shadow mingled with Yours
And I with You
The garden became Amarvati!

Made of You

Each part of my heart, my spirit
Is made of You!
It listens to You, vibrates You,
Talks of You, tunes into You,
Hums You, intones You,
Whirls with You, whirls around You
Only sees You n becomes blind for the world.
Each part of me calls out to You
Sways with Your silhouette
Like a mirror it reflects You
Every bit of You with bright clarity
And shakes with every nod of Your head
As if hit by a storm, sings to You...
Melts and drips in brain fluids when You echo
And flows bit by bit in the tear stream
Only to be solidified as a glacier named You!
Yes, I am made of You!

Mandra Mallhar

*Mandra Mallhar*


Kyun sare naad
Sare sangeet mujhe Tum tak lie jate hein...
Ye jhumta hua gungunata hua
Rimjhim sa rasta keisa hai
Jahan har pahad gata hai
Har ped hmmm karta hai
Jharne kal kallol karte hein
Pathar kankar dhul mitti-
Sab gate hein...
Ye kaisa rasta hai
Jiske us aur Tu khada hai,
Aur is aur mai
Tu dikhta hai
Mai kahin nahi dikhti hun-
hun ki nahi pata nahi chalta h
Jab Tu dhire se haske seer hilata hai..
Aur bich ka ye rasta
ye sur sangeet ki mandra mallhar bol padte hein...!

*::::::Thuka Ji Namashkari::::*

   
*::::::Thuka Ji Namashkari::::*


Thuka Ji bole to wo chehra h jo hasta hua patla sa muhn, jhuke jhuke baal,
phone pakad ke kahe -aja, ajao!
Aur sath me khade mai dohraun-aja, ajao!
Wo chehra jisko dekh ke na has sakte ho na ro sakte ho
na dol sakte ho na hill sakte ho...
Bas, ankh khole us chehra ko dekh sakte ho..
Us chehre ki Chandni me bhig sakte ho..
Jeise Jagannath ki ek ankh dikh jae,
Itne logon ki bhid me
Na Jay Jagannath kaha jae
Na hath joda jae
Na pranam koi kar pae...
Bas, dekhe jae...