Jayant: A Special Message!

The way I felt good with Him,
The way I felt stupid enough to do anything,
when he is around...
The way I felt the child in me becomes free,
when he is around...
The way I chill out, care free, unconscious of my moves
when he is around...
The way I enjoy every moment,
when he is around...
The way I believe every good thing happens here
when he is around...
The way I believe all the fairy tales have a happy ending
The way I believe in me that I am good,
when he is around...
The way I find the world a good place to live in,
when he is around...
The way I love me,
The way I look at him and find myself dissolved in him,
Has never happened before I met Him...
He came and He gave me this special message!

~Jayant: A Special Message!

A Calling

Wind howls within the hollow bamboo,
Squeezed, twisted it yearns 
As the jungle anima calls out for something…
Listening to the murmur… the spirited music in the sleepless nights
The Artist thought why not put in some design
S/He sighed heavily and Vanshika came into life…

~A Calling

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!