Heena-Chetani

Jo wo samne hai

Ushe gale lagane ki chah hai kya?

Kahin mahsush to hua nahi?

Par kyun nahi?

Ushe samne dekh  

Kuchh karne ko chah kyun nahi...

Koi tadap kyun nahi...

Keise ho koi chah...

Apna banane ko koi ash nahi

Dher sara batiyane ko man nahi..

Ushe keise chahun,

Kis tarha se pujun

Ye kahne ko pind me pukar nahi...

Uski seva ki v bhab nahi...

Pujaarchan ho keise

Samne Dev ubha hain...

Ab aur kuchh nahi...

Sab Woh le gaya...

Man nahi...pran nahi...chetan nahi....

Jab mai hi nahi

Mere chah aye kahan se...

Jab Woh samne hei

Bas wohi hai

Mai kahin nahi...

Koi chah nahi...

Bas uski saloni murat hai

Aur sare satta mere 

Wohin bilupt hain...

Uske samne chetan-heen hun mai!

Uski dono ankhon ki dwar se

Atman tak bhitar gai 

Kuchh mere sa laga Woh

Aur wohin rah gayi hun mai...

Wapas ayi kahan

Jabse ushe dekha

Khud ko pai kahan

Jo ushe gale lagane ki chah rakh sakun...

Koi khudko bahon me bhare keise

Keise sahlae pyar se...

Keise jakad ke dhare

Kahe Tu jaan hai!

Kim-kartvya-bimudh sa khada rahe

Jab jaan me jaan samaye

Aur sanson ki sagai ho...

Kahe keise-kaunse man se

Aja ...Tujhe gale lagani hai...

Ardh-murchhit sa

sune keval hriday badya ghatatop..

Saath aur Saans

Tumne to mujhe chhodna chaha hai

Baar baar chaha hai

Par chhutti nahi

Kya karein

Sath ki baat hai...

Khun khinchta hai 

Kahte hein

Koi nahi kahta -

Sath khinchta hai...

Eisa khinchta hai...

Sine se sansen khinch leta hai...

Hosh se sud bud khinch leta hai

Pagalpan dera dalta hai

Tadap aur karahti ahein pahri hain yahan

Pash na ho...

To Sath khinchta hai...

Insaan purje purje me khincha jata hai

Katra katra jaan bah jata hai

Eise kichta hai sath...

Krishn jo chhod gaya

Keise rahi Yasoda Ma kaun jane

Kisine ushe puchha nahi...

Ankhein jo Kanhu ko dekhe nahi

Andhe ho gaye the kya?

Kishine jana nahi

Kahin likha nahi

Jo jubaan Kanha Kanha karti thi

Wo jab Kanha na bol saki

Pathrai gai kya

Koi puraan kuchh bola nahi...

Kya Ma Yashoda jinda rahi...

Radha jiski astitwa hi Krishn Aradhana

Wo kari kya hogi 

jab Krishn ko samne na dekhi hogi

Udhar Woh Dwarika ki Raja

Idhar Radha jo Rani thi

Bas ek Ragini ban gayi...

Akul, bekal dhun hai Radha

Ab Krishn ki Murali bajti nahi...

Radha bajti hai ekaki Vrindaban me...

Sath ki baat hai...

Khinchti hai 

Aur khinch kar jaan le leti hai

Bas pind pada rahta hai...

Khali Chay ka Pyala

Samne ki table par rakhi hui tray par se

Ek awaj ai-aur mere dhyan bhagn kar gaya

Bismit hoke dekhti hun

Teen ungli cup ko eise pakde hein

Jeise brunt ek phul ko dhare rakhta hai

Wese kamaniya bhangima se

Aur mudke dekhti hun

Woh mere pichhe khade hein..

Itne pash...

Mere pith ko unki Safed Kurta 

Udti hui hawa de rahi hai...

Kab aye Woh...

Itni dhimi kadam se...

Aur ye kya kahe jaa rahe hein

Bin kahe-mere pash aye...

Ankh mundi thi...

Itna jhalak gaya

Kayi saal purana wo ghatana

Mere sath fir ghat raha tha...

Aur Woh fir se 

Pichhe se ake tray par 

dhire se cup rak rahe the...

Mere pichhe...

Han...ek dam pash Woh khada hai...

Mera Dulara hai...

Kaleje ka Tukda hai...

Aur...

Dhyan bhang hua..

Is baar Woh nahi 

Samne sunyata khada tha...

Sunya ki ghera hai...

Aur sansen jam gaye sine me...

Barfili vadiyan is deh ki...

Us par garam taja sansen 

Kitne der chalte...

Jam gaye ...baraf sa...

Seer me eise dard hai...

Jeise brain koi operate kar raha ho...

Mujhe bina sedative diye hue...

Ankh kholti hun

Aur,

Wo mere pichhe nahi hai

Cup nahi rakh raha hai tray par

Dhire se ake...

Yehin to tha!

Jane kahan gaya hai...

Aur sansen pinjre pe bhari hai...

Sishak uthe hein...

Ankho se nikalne ki koshish hai

Sanse ashu ban jae

Karah ban jae...

Eise rasayan keisa hai

Ab kamp uthi mere deh ...

Thar thar tadap ki akul juar me

Bah jae jaan katra katra...

Phul rahi hai...aur chhid rahi hai..

Jeeban maut ke jhule me...

Dhire dhire jhul raha hai...

Nahi sayad koi train hai

Jad ki nagri ja rahi hai...

Ek compartment ki jharokhe wali seat meri hai

Jharokhe se jeeban se bhari 

Uski sath ki kuchh baat dikhti hai...

Bas itna hai...

Jaan : Kaidi Sansen!

Subah se sine me saansen kaid hain..

Wo chala ja raha hai

Sanesn na bahar ja rahe hein

Na aa rahe hein,

Wo chala ja raha hai...

Wo chala ja raha hai,

Uski shirt sleeve ke ek tukda bas

Dekha maine

Aur wo darwaje se bahar ja raha hai...

Wo chala ja raha hai

Mai daudte hue jaa rahi hun uski tarf

Aur sine me sansen kaid hain...

Mere sareer me bhari nili saree

Chalne ya daudne nahi de rahi hai...

Wo chala ja raha hai...

Darwaje ke pash koi khada hai

Ek admi -sayad soup ya sarvat serve karta hai

Byakul ishara se kaha ushe Unhe rokne ke lie...

Bhai ki shadi hai....

Wo akar chala ja raha hai...

Khojte hue ankhein hein uske...

Aur ankho me sunyata

Khoya khoya najar

Muhn me ajeeb pagalpan

Aur kadam tej ...tej...

Wo chala ja raha hai...

Mai darwaje ke pash pahunchti jab

Laga ek jamana bit gaya hai

Bas do pal do yug ki tadap de gaya hai

Sine me ab v sansen kaid hain...

Aur Woh chala ja raha hai..

Fir kuchh jadu sa hota hai...

Mere samne Woh ata hai...

Dusre duniya me rahta hai jeise

Wese muhn lie Woh samne khada hai...

Sansen ab ajaad hai sine me

Jharna ban gaye hein...

Mare hue kitne basti dil ki ji uthe hein

Ushe dekh kar samne...

Mai has kar hath jodti hun

Namaste-kah nahi pati...

Ankhein aur jubaan kuchh aur hi 

Jo kahna chahte hein...

-kahan tha Tu..?

Mujhse alag??

Raha gaya Tujhse...??

Kuchh na kaha gaya...

Bas ushe me dekhti gayi

Uski sath ki sangeet sunne lagi...

Ho ho hone laga hai kano me

Sangya kho gai hai...

Mare hue mere pind me

Jaan banke jo Wo aya hai...

Fir v mai ashad sa hun...

Uski ankho ko apalak dekhe ja rahi hun

Aur Woh ankhein chura raha hai

Woh khappa sa hai mujhse

Hamesha se woh eise hi hai

Keise kahun ushe

Jabse Tere pairon ko chhuan hai

Tabse kisiko na chhuan 

Na ankh utha kar dekha hai...

Tu jeevan hai

Tere sath kaiese chhod dun mai...

Shikârâ

fancy a Shikara-ride...
into the quiet of the night?
to cool off the heat
to listen to the water nymph...
rowing in tunes with the boatman's song...
taking the moon as guide...
dear...


the eyes as deep as the lake water
will become friend with the small waves...
then You will look like the Chieftain of Devagana
who has forgotten the mantra to return to paradise...


the water of the lake Dal
touching Your finger-
will tell a secret to me...
what was your name in the last life...


fancy a Sikara ride...
into the bossom of the lotus land
and the into solitary cry of the unnamed bird?

His calling...

It is 8.30 in the evening

And she looked at the time

That her phone showed to her

And she thought…

Now …any time

He will be calling…

And with a singing heart

she waited for the call.

it is now 9.15 in the evening…

and a nasty headache gnawing her…

she thought-he may not call…

but she waited with a patient heart

which is beating fiercely in her rib cage…

and tried to tame it

saying-yeah he will call..

but if he does not…it’s okay also

in the morning-

so much sweet moments -

we have spent together.

It is 9.43 now

And she knew –he won’t call

Being a moody person-

If I call he would consider

it outrageous also…

if I say this much also

why did’t you call me

he will say –

aren’t you expecting too much!

But she has already started missing him…

So she collected some poem and nice pics

And send him those…

Hoping he would understand

her affectionate gesture…

sending love in those moments

she had collected from the beauty of the universe

Wishing always-he would realize

how much she value Him

And the ring of her longings

will sound true to his soul…

~d

Jhallaan Pakhi

Jhallaan Pakhi
Kitur kitur kare
kahe -sun boli meri
mere kuchh na wo sune...

jhalan pakshi
mange jigar ki lahu
aur jigar me hi chonh mare...
hath badhaun pash na ae..
roun, pash a beith hase...

Jhallaan Pakhi
Kitur kitur kare...
uspe mere jaan basi hai...
Ushe malumat hai...
islie na kaal dekhe na sthan
jaan pe ban ata hai..
Jhallaan Pakhi
Kitur kitur kare...

Jhallaan Pakhi
Kitur kitur kare
kahe -sun boli meri
mere kuchh na wo sune...
na samjhe hai...

Jhallaan Pakhi
Kitur kitur kare..

~The Silk Thread of Your Foot Print

Dear Mukesh,
Where is the ancient traveler in You?
Who goes long ways…
Knowing nothing of what is ahead
Always expecting surprises…
On a road where no man has travelled before…
Happily…smiling…

Crossing the stiff mountains
The barren deserts
The Blue Ocean..
Meeting people…
Adapting the locality, the terrain…
In some life-preaching
And in some other merchandising…
Always finding the Dhruva Star in the eastern Horizon…
As the beckoning guide-
Saying- E Traveller, Keep heart…You are not lost!

upon a giant bird’s back
Upon a camel hoof…
On a horse back
On a raft…
On foot…
On and on You go…
With adventure in mind
And joyful spirit in heart…
Winking at the Dhruva Star
Whistling softly and Telling – You watch out…
Don’t get tired being my map!

Did You Forget?
O Soma Sekhar,
Your ancient Journey Chronicle,
And the travel route...
That threads the world in one Silken Moment…

~The Silk Thread of Your Foot Print

Man Pavan

In my last night's dream,
I mounted upon a horse back
And held His long manes dearly
He asked me –"where to?"
I whispered in his ear
The Silk Route…
He neighed sharply
And started hoofing up
Tuk tak tuk tak…one foot upon the other…
“It’s a long trail”- he murmured…
“But you have four feet 
And wings You can always grow” 
I told him 

~Man Pavan

~Beckoning Fingers

The bygone era
The valorous PâîkaRaaj
The glorious Kalinga...
The dancings Akhdas..
Those lost golden pages...
I descend through the spiral staircase....
Into the forgotten land..
With a small lamp in my hand...
And saw...
Here a face peeped...
There a set of hands beating a drum..
And somewhere a conch sounded
Signalling the on start of a war
And a period of golden gallantry beckons...

~Beckoning Fingers

Godhuli

Godhuli is a moment of contemplation...
A moment dedicated to prayer...
Listen in every nook and corner of a Hindu world holy chantings are going on...
And in our inner sanctrum the Om is resonating...
So we fold our hands and pray...

Sun is a lantern!

Sun is a lantern
That is lit in the evening dimly
To feed the fantasies of the painter n poet!

Blossoming Mind

A bit of Colour
And Some Flowers
A bit of Nature
Decorated with an aesthetic hand,
And some divine feelings
Make some pages of a sacred heart...!
An image speaks a thousand word...
of a place near Golakdham
and of a person
whose mind blossoms there...