Khali : Bhara

Photo me bahut kuchh dikh jata hai
Jitna un sabdon me nahi

Jo Sunya ko nikalne chhune ke lie
Unke hath khali to rah jata h
Par jahan pe kuchh utar aya hua hai
ye najar ata hai

Ye log hathon ko kabhi taqte nahi
Wahan tanhai basti hi hai
Islie ye hathon ki pahanch se dur
Khudko lie chalte hein
Aur wohin khoke rh jate hein
Itne ghire hue rahte hein
Jo girta hai sunya se
Jasn ki caravan lambi si
Kisiki naam ki bansuri bajti rhti h
Man koyal gata hi rahta h
Amrut kalas chhalakta h
Ye nahaye hue kampte rahte hein
Adhe nind adhe jagran me rooh
Har adhe ghante me roop badalta h...
Kabhi bachpan ki masoom sidiyan chaddhte utarte hein,
kavi jawani ki kachhi sadkon pe ye ladkhadate hein...
Sard raton me jab baris ati h
Aur log kampte hein,
Ye log muskurate hein
Kanon me koi kuchh kahte hi rahta hai...
Hawa ki susu, badal ki garaj, barsha bund ki jhup jhup ko apne sur banake
Ye sunte sunte pagal badhavas jhumte hein
Ma dukh hota h
Na sukh
Pagal ho Tum
Kahe koi to bade bade budhhiman ankh kholke has dete hein...
Wo khudko kavi tanha kahte nahi.
Samay hi nahi is ahsash k lie.

Jab ye log galati se
Niche ajate hein
Duniya inko yakin dilane me lag jati h
Tu tanha h.
Bahut sare raaj
jinko raaj rakhne ki kasme khai hain
Unhi raaj ke khatir
Ye duniya ki haan se haan milate hein.
Han, mai tanha hun....

🦋🌟🥀Holi - A Bluish Lightening 🌹🎊🌿

Somewhere out there
Kumbhkaar is asleep
Hiding among the empty pots,
Leaving all his pending works-undone,
An explanation tag dangles
Somewhere around,
'I am small & a child, you see,'
& the devotee fans his face,
forgetting the wishes to be sanctioned,
Whispers, bewildered with the innocent maya, dancing upon the little eyelids, 'yes, sleep...
I guard'.
Defiant, enraged, the Unseen Anant hisses
Down below those pots,
Don't worry, i take care.
The Bluish smiles.

The flute silent,
Tinkling bells around anklet, tied,
Yamuna yet to be born,
Yashoda busy churning curd,
Demons lurking in the horizon....

In the meantime,
People cried, Holi hai,
In the external yards of Vrindavan,
And the colours started raining,
In a haste, Yashoda ran for the small baby, to protect him from the crowd and the colour-rain...
'.........Krishn........Krishn.........'
Her painful shrieks murmurs in the air, .....'where are you, son.....'


To silence her shrieks
Garuda chants-Aum.... a u m..... a u m.... unseen,
The conch sounds,
And forgetful of the universe
The little Blue sleeps,
To dream Radha, the Bliss*

The outlays are drawn now,
The Yamuna gussed out
From the canvas
Again a blue line with moonbeams as it's ornaments,
Reached Radha and incant in her ears, Krishn☆

The honeybee hums
To say
There are roses in the street
And lotus in Yamuna
Have bloomed
To write colour & spread fragrance



Holi

Sun upon the Bhang Field

The Sun moves drunk
forgetting, shedding all the dazzling rays to the depth of the bhang field one after the other, that calls out to him, 'O Sun, you are torturing, you are not to know what are we through...slow down ...'

Sun listens and his foot steps wavers further...
The wind howls tamas into his ears...
He says, oh no...
And drags his chariot on his own...

All the horses are stolem now, one by one by the unseen keepers of the greenish white bhang flowers.
somewhere they are there...
lying half concious in the lush sways of wind upon them...

He calls out there name
And wind howls back ... come sleep, you dont have to work...

Sun drags his stubborn, heavy feet and almost closing eyes among the series of foggy entrapments throughout the day, as cloud embraced him tightly...
Only to fall into the dip velvety dips of the bhang valleys in the evening.