Tum hote ho...

Tum hote ho,
Subah k halka sa kohre me
Kahin kisi ghash me
Phase hue sisir bund jeise;
Tum hote ho, pakshion ki udaan me
Akash ki batein kah jate ho;
Tum hote ho Dhul me,
Kuchh jame hue, kuchh udte hue,
Dharti k bhasha kah jate ho!
Tum hote ho hariyali me
Koyal k geet gungunate hue
Madhumakshiyka aur bhramar k gunjan me;
Tum hote ho taji hawa me
Ake chhup jate ho, hruday me
Kahte  hue atma k bhasha…
Tum hote ho har jagah
Ek prarthana k tarha…

Tu chhupa hai kahan...

Megha mandra akash,
aparthiva mrudu sabad re gagan pavan mukharita…
Hawa chanchal hai,
Bijkli ye lapki yahan se wahan…
Tej ki pavan k jhonke…
Pedon ko jhankne lagi ab…
Mere swash randhra me Tumhara naam!
Jeise patte patte, dhul aur dhara sab hilne lage hein
Tu chhupa hai kahan…
Jab ek atma dusre ko pukare,
Janam janam ka rista bolta hai eise..
Dolta hai prithvi,
Dagmag sara jahan…
Tu hai kahan….

Pakshion k hai chai
Jo ascharya se chitra mitir ho rahe hein
pash k Nimbu ke ped me..
Bol rahe hein ek dusre ko
Ye kya hua ye kya hua…
Baras nahi raha, Khali jhip jhip…
Aur ghad ghad koi kar raha hai meghon me,
Koi aradhika jeise hilae ghantion ko
koi gumnaam si mandir me…
Aur na jane kyun
Devta ankh mundke chup chap beitha hai
Dur se mike se koi Greta Gobind ga rahe hein…
Mayurchuliya kahin as pash hain…
Fir v Radha puchhe
Tu chhupa hai kahan...

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2.30pm
6.3.2016

As You Call Me, So Shall I Come!

As You call
So shall I come

If Your call is in the air
I will be your breathing
If your call touches the sky
I will become the rainbow
And when Your call trembles the cloud
I will reach you as raindrops...

If You summon,
I will be with you,
Irrespective of forms...

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2.20pm
6.3.2016

The Answer: A Blue Backyard

Somewhere up there
Someone listens to
The cries, the weilings,
The sobs and the longings
And then it rains...
All of a sudden without any predictions
The answer comes in Raindrops!

The backyard is decorated with
The falling blessings
Raindrops...one after the other...
It's full
With one and many sky drops,..

As I stand under the open sky
It didn't drench me
It doesn't aim to
It simply said
Here is your answer
And the raindrops touched my head,
My shoulder, my cheeks
And my eyes, as I looked up
To find out the probable cause
For the Rain in Summer!

The cloud hums with melodious thunder
The rain touched me more...
As the air becomes cooler
It stopped and said
Its not rain
It's your answer
Now be quiet and soak in
Everything, all of it.
Just take it in.
And then it started drizzling again
Very slowly
To make me realize
the mystery behind the curtains!

I saw
Some parts of the sky has fallen down
And the backyard has turned Blue now!

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1pm
6.3.2016

The Caller, The Listner & The Oneness

Kumbhatua, - has started it's song again,
From somewhere nearby,
Whole body arching,
Head pulsating in constant jerks,
Trembling in waves of pain
From small beak to the long tail,
The bird creates the unstoppable rhythm..
Or it seems unstoppable...

Its not over,
The heart is never satisfied
It says I have never seen you before
Though you were sitting beside me last night
In the tender branches of the mango groves..
The creature wants more and more..
And begins the song-
Kum, kum, Kuhum, kum,
Kum kumh, kum, kuhum kum...
As it echoes and rechoes
The whole atmosphere is charged
With the Call for the Companion..

The call penetrates all stones
That are lying there
When the river had started it's first course,
All of the hanging leaves
That are there -turning red to green,
And green to yellow and reappearing
As if magic...,
The grass bed, ancient ane mystique,
And the blue canopy above,
Hanging limitless from the very start.
The call reaches and pierces every soul
Dead, alive or hibernating
Then how come it does not touch the mate
For whom it's composed?
Or it does!

The companion bird receives the call
The music and its very rhythm
As it penetrates it's wings, beak, tail,
Eyes, heart and soul,
Somewhere deep within -some untouched places..
And it becomes still..
Very still
It knows if it moves
The music is not going to be perceived
As it comes, in its full form, uninterrupted
And that's important for the bond.

So it sits very still
Without even moving its eyelids
As if a saint in meditaion.
The unstoppable call, the hypnotic rhythm
Comes in waves..
Waves after waves..
The love, the pain, the yearning is received
And the companion bird listens...hypnotized
It could not stir
nor it intends to fly and reach the caller..
The bonding is hapenning...
And it forgets all pain of itself and of the companion's
The arching, the twisting and the longing diminishes..
Its joyful now when it bathes in the echoing symphony,
It breathes in the rhythm
And forgets about itself...
What was it?
A he or she?
It forgets all the rules of existence
Forgets about the branch, the listening, the caller..

The recipient becomes the music
The Thread of Rhythm
That joins the Caller and the Listener
Has come to life now
And is vibrating with Light!
Nobody minds the distance so much
Nobody rushes for the Meet that is yet to be scheduled
The maddening music has done it's job
There is oneness all around..

11.30am
6.3.2016
Caller, Listener and Oneness

All that pains is not Sorrow

When I see Your face beside me,
In reality or in dream
Or in contemplation,
There is inexplainable pain in the heart
Its cause is not sorrow
For I don't grieve seeing You
I am ecstatic ...
seeing your eyes glow softly like moons..

But there is pain,
There is dryness created like an isle
There is tearing of my self
That is attached to You
The fire is on inside the deep chamber of the soul
And something is melting..
And that's painful...
Something hard becoming liquid..
Yes, this is merger...

My soul, each part of its
Is liquidizing to merge with your soul
All earthen qualities are being dropped
The soul is assuming its after death qualities..
Its true colour of Light!
Its painful for it has assumed the process
Even if there is a body attached to it.
Its trying to transform matter into light...
When it sees Your eyes,
In photos or in portraits
It starts the grand procedure of transform
And becomes ready for the phenomenal unison -
Soul to soul, mine to Yours!

The tie up is excruciatingly painful
As there is sudden fullness and sudden emptiness...
The journey makes the heart sometimes fearful
As every step is in unfamiliar ground...
Never known before...
All the happenings are not cause-effect based.

When I see your face beside me in vision
There is pain inside my heart
For it knows
You have some parts of mine
It feels the pain of ancient separation
When you were teared from me
To be created as a separate self
During formation of this universe...
It feels the age old pangs...
And the cellular qualities of my soul
Opens up for the transfusion
With the cells of the soul
That they know is ours....
And its painful....
The transmutation is painful.

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8.15am
Sunday
6!3.2016
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Ankahiyan megh ban gaye…

Fir se bundein barsi…
Leke yahan k baat wahan
Fir wapas de gai…
Mere man ki nibuj kotharion me
bhare pade ankahiyan megh ban gaye ...
Aur Asman baras pada, bol pada,
mere Hruday k bhasha…
Antarikshya man k ek tarakit prakash hi to hai…
Bhar gaya, jhar gaya…
Alag hai bhasha…
Jo nibhaya so samjha…