Thrown

S/He throws crystal balls from the closed fists...
and life comes out in myriad forms and shapes and colours...
The interior is the same ancient dust particle 
Mixed with light, flies here and there 
in the vast limitless universe...

Bhojbaaji

Kya bol Tote ko sikhate ho Mohana 
mujhe bhi sikhao,
jab ud jae panchii,
ya kho jae banshuri,
tab mai hi gaa liya karun,
Kya bol sikhate ho Mohana,
mujhe bhi sikhado,

itni narm nayanon se
jo panchii ko niharoge, Kanha,
kahin apne pran me usme na dal dun...
chhuan se jo itni chahat bharoge,
dur dur hi kahin
neha ki nadi bane bahane lagun...

kya bhojbaaji karte ho Narmile,
dard ke samandar me
khushi ki chhoti si tari baahe mai jaun...
Tumhare hi tarf jaun...
har jagah Tum dikho...
aur kahin nahin bhi...
kya bhojbaaji karte ho Narmile,
thoda mujhe bhi sikhao...

~Awajein

Rukha sukha subah me
Jab Tulsi ki paudhe ko
Dhire narm hatho se Suraj chhuen,
Yahan, is balcony me;
Tumhare ankhein khole
Chup chap si mere bhitari Kothari me,
Aur shor uthe....

Hawa hilae wind chime ko
Kabhi dhire kabhi jorse...
Ting tang, tunung, tang..
Inverter me chalta hua fan kahe-
Tanne, tanne, tanne, tanne...
Tum ho Tum ho...Tum ho...
Aur birana me koi roe bina awaj kie...

Han, wo panchhi v aj bol gaya hai,
Jo us raat ko chahaka tha
apne Sathi ke sath
Jab raat bhar mai Tumhe
gaana gaakar sunai thi...
Ye tab ki baat hai,
Aj subah nind kholte hi
Wo panchhi akeli kuchh bolke gai hai,
Jane Tumne kuchh kahla bheja hai!
Tulsi ki baag me Bhanwra
ata nahi kabhi
Par Kanha ate hein,
Nisabd ate hain...
Par har aur nishani chhod jate hain!

Tulsi phalta phulta dikhai dene lagti hai...
Patto me badhautri aur jaan bhara rahta hai,
Tabhi janu, Kanha ake gaye hain,
Ya yehi kahin Tulsi van me
Chhupke soe pade hain,
Radha ne to murali chura rakhi hai,
To bolen v to bole keise,
Banshi chup si hai,
Chup hain Banke,
Rai v chup hai...

Kahin koi shor nahi,
Fir mere andar kya madhu-makshian
Ghar kar gai hain...
Ghoon bhoon Ghoon bhoon
Awajen chalti rahti hain...
Aur jharokhe ke pash wali diwar se
Kabutar bol pade,
Jab Suryaalok unhe halke se chhunle,
Tab...

Wo khile hue do gulab,
Dur dur...
Hare patton ki karaagaar me,
Kavi na najdeekian jaan sake,
Ek dusre se kuchh kahne ke lie
Suraj ko Sakshi banate gae...
Kiranein kaam karein chithhi ka,
Sandesha idhar se udhar hoye,
Dur se hi ek duje ko kahein
Han, ham hain,
ham hain, Tumhare lie...

~Awajein
Hyderabad
12th August 2014

Chand Phool

Raat bhar mahakte juhi ke do phool,
Mere takiya ke baju me,
Jane kitni batein karte gae,
Pahar pe pahar bitta gaya,
Char pahar jab jane ki tayari me...
Pakshi kakali me bolke gae-

Raat ki sesh hone par
sukh jaroor gaye hein ye do phool,
Par ab v mahakna baki hai,
Wo satej narm safed pankhudian
nahi rahe, sikud gae,
sukh gaye brunt aur rang v badal gae..
Par deh-diya me atm-jyoti jeise
Ant tak sugandh phailate gae...

Ye do phool Tum aur mai,
Ye mahak pyar hai...
Jo kavi malin na hoe,
Raat bhar chale,
Chandni ko chunar banae,
Taron ki kalion se saje,
Bhor hoe jab,
Na Chand, na Chandni,
Na Tara-bhara angan,
Par fir v ye zinda rahe, khile...


~Chand Phool
 

Single Self

When i open my eyes
i see God-
taken various shapes 
of the flora n fauna, animals and humans-
smiled at me with tender mischief!
i asked what? what made you smile...
do You like me?
Dear God stopped smiling and gazed into my eyes,
-it is not you and me...
i appear before you in hundred forms
only to make you realize-
You are me!
there is no you and me...
everything you see is Me
and I am You!
it's always has been a Single Self-Story!

A Fallen Cap

It’s raining continuously…
It’s wet and damp everywhere…
Tuk tak raindrops falling incessantly
Life upon earth is used to it
The drenched, sodden soil sighs hard
yes, it's a familiar feeling.

No wonder the frog celebrates 
and peeps from it’s green palace
Now that it has become a king…
Age-old Crows sitting upon the electric wire
had already started telling old folk-tales;
they want to forget the dripping sky.
Water birds pretend playing in the water
As if they don’t care the soggy feeling upon land
Baby Molu had gone sheltering
Under Mom’s grand huge figure…
The mother is facing the rain…
Mollu need not know any thing about it.

Whose cap is this, fallen in the poodle
A different story it speaks
Of someone who does not how to handle self
Someone who is careless about the rain…
Or may be had taken a rain bath
or a rain dance -and hence the fallen cap.

The dragonfly, the lonely bird and cheetahs 
knows what to do when it rains
It’s a clammy jungle…and it sings the saddest songs…
But they will listen somehow…
And the lotus knew the time has come…
Now all have to shut down
No Sun, no colour…no blooming…
A l silent preparation for a long hibernation 
starts in the lotus pond…

The white mouse is gifted with a white umbrella
Upon his b’day and he enjoys the beating of rain 
upon it’s roof more and more…
What about Bolku, the puppy, homeless, 
Lying down upon the cold wet floor
It does not know what to think
mother has left, gone somewhere without training it 
how to cope with the rain…
where to find one umbrella
how to find a shade till the soaked furs get dry...

it's raining still...
people are sleeping, their doors closed-shut
and the umbrella shop is flashing 
a 'we-are-closed' sign.

The Link

The same stream of life that runs through Your veins night and day
runs through Me and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of the glorious soul and of the streaming life, coming out of You!
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my entity, speaking of you all this moment.