Barsha ra Pauti

Barsha ra ajasra dhara dei
Mana udi jae
Kejani kete dura
Ki asha nei
Hasi nachi
Akasha separi...

Seetala nauka sabu dhuandhar nadi bhitare
Dhire dhire nei janti mote hali dihali
Jothiku jibara rasta band thae Baishakha Jyestha re...

Kholi dei jae nistuk chhechi chhechi e barsha,
Janmita baluta ra ajasra làta pari-halka bàki,
Premi ra thara thara chumbana ra naram dhakka pari,
E barsha khole rasta- sukhada sambhariya dwipa ra, bina kichhi upadhaukana re...

Tebe satare kana kichhi mageni
Jor jabardasti na hele bi
Kichhi ta thiba ta mana re...
Bodhe mo otha ra nirmala hasa dhare,
Setiki tara pauna...

Au mu deli...

*Barsha ra Pàuti*

Unwinding The Reels

When you walk the roads
You know how lonely it is..
Everything -
The road
The crowd
The passing vehicles
and the vendors talking to you,
do not exist.

Its all like a nonsense movie you stopped watching.
Just now.

The Pianist Bird

Your arms like wings,
About to take off into the blues of my sky
To touch the floating clouds- pregnant,
And searching the Rain Child there,
To gift him a hat of stars.

You swim my sky.
And music -unheard, unknown pours into my seven beings, that awaken them from their hidden places to listen to your feather light touches...

Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.
easily make them  shifted-
from a snail to a butterfly..

These transformations go on every minute...
As you touch i change, i shift, i drift away from myself to become someone i hardly know...

Opening my heavily drugged eyes, sometimes i see my dreams dance, dangling from your finger,
Clinging to the car key and and to the keyboard of your cell phone...

Ek Man uge subah - Prabhati Tara
Bikhre din bhar: yahan wahan...
koi na dekhe..
itna sa Taara, itni si roshni
ghul jae kho jae
Surya ki rasmi me

fir v
kuchh to hota hai
kahin phul khilta hai
andekha sa ek kone me
kahin anchahe se man leke
raste sajte hein
mere kadmo ko hawa dene ke lie
Akash v tarha tarha se rangon malta hai
Nile-pagal muhn me
sunta hai batein
jo kaha na gaya...
dhua dhua sa badal ki ankh lie
Chand to bas ek Heera hai uska pagdi ka
ankh to badal hain-koi na jana...

Ek man Subah ka Taara
saam tak nisprabh...
dikhena, dub jae
Chand ugne se pahle
na Surya dekha na Chand
koi nahi
bas uga ki kho gaya..

ek man Subah ki Taara
aur ek man -Jalta Chand v...
chup chap saam dhalte hi simre...
bike kaudion ke dam...
ghash push me pade rahe sisakte sisakte...
itne dami sa Chand...
kitne tohfe uska -koi nahi lia...
hath me hi rah gaya
hath ki chese
jhilmil roshani,
gila raste -lambe bahut lambe hote jaen..
Chand latak jae kabhi Gulab ki pankhudion tale
kabhi jhule aeroplane ki lamba pankh pakde...
badlon se baat karta v nahi
ye mere man-ye chand bana-jal gaya..
kisiki ghar ki roshandaan banke....!

~Roshandan

Fairy Tale

7 Flowers all at a time
What they tell me...
To smile and to open up
And to reach out to others
Through fragrance streaks...

7 Flowers all at a time
What they tell me...
That there can be abundance
of Love of care of a universe full of talking stars
All sleeping.

7 Flowers all at a time
I v never seen
What they came to tell me?
Little faries,
What letters from the divine
They are delivering to me almost daily...
Like a fax machine beeping constantly
And papers coming out of it..
What exactly tell me..

7 Flowers all at a time
What exactly they speak to me
Everything is specific here- on this big world.
Every human has a different face and a different life.
The messeges these roses deliver has to be specific.
Nothing general works here.
So what it is.

7 Flowers all at a time
Fragrant and pressed together
They spell of a togetherness never ever found
Of love -rare
-In me -live, pulsating
Even within fire pits;
In someone else's heart-
Frozen, beeping once and then again goes back to coma..
As i call the golden breathing my Second Heart wakes up
Only to lower its head
The next monent
And sleep again

7 Flowers all at a time
What they are here for
To teach me
Life is to bloom
One fine morning like a surprise parcel sprading innumerable happiness to me to others related to me
And to shed silently one desolate evening-
All unnoticed.

7 Flowers all at a time
They are here
To weave a Fairy Tale
of the most beautiful kind !
Of a life called Deo
Of a life called Jay
And a single heart they share
The 7 flowers blossom there
to smile, swing and sing🎶
-Something nobody knows.

Love Crops

I will reap Love Crops
Plenty, golden, shining now
From the half submerged islands of this life lake
While You being the boat, Jayant
I breathe flower.

Then it rains...
First softly...
And then there is lightening and along with the terrible thunder comes the downpour with a force
It looks foamy everywhere....

Lying upon Your soft velvety mahogany heavily cushioned warm lounge
Thoroughly wet
I dream of
Our future unions -of several lives
And wake up to walk through the weddings of the past lives-
You with a red turban
Tenderly holding Your slender n beautiful head
Making You look like a "monarch just lost his heart"
And Your burning gazes fixid upon me
My red kukum glowing more n more
Spreading into the horizon
Awaiting a delicate sunrise....!

Samudra Banik

Man mere ek Maha Samudra
Aganit juar, bistar seemaheen
Kabhi khud v nikalke ja na saki
Daure pe is aur se us aur
Ya fir dub ke kabhi chhu na saki
Kahan hai iska niche gabheer balu se milan

Keise kah sakun fir Tumhe
Kya ha kahan kitne moti
Eise hi samuka ki mare muhn se nikle
Bikhre pade hein, Banik
Tere jhola bharne ke lie...
Mujhe pata nahi..
Ana kabhi jahaj leke chhota sa
Dekhne khojne kya hai sab Tumhare naam
Ham to haar gae kahte dikhate
Aur Tum pak gae kinare baithe beithe
Ana kabhi gahre jal me
Na jahaj na koi saadhan
Milne khud ki chhabi se
Jo yahan na jane kai barshon se
Bani hai dhire dhire
Sabse anmol cheson se

Tumko ham wahan le nahi ja sakte
Machhli ki fin nahi Tumko
Saans le nahi sakte
Jahaj Tumhare wahan tak pahunchegi nhi
Submarine v nhi.
Fir keise?
Ye sab eise hi rah jaega...
Itne sare baibhav Tumhare naam ka
Tum khojoge nahi...
Saans bharne ka pani ki gahrion me
Koi aur tarika?
Dhunda h kya Tumne?

Mujhe pata to nahi...
Rah rahke laharon ki pocket me bharke
Un mare hue samuka ki sample
bhej sakti hun
Ana belabhumi pe
Pana pairon k pash gire hue un sabko
Sunna pratishrutiyan sare unse
Ki jinda v hain kuchh
Ban rahe hein motiyan v aur...
Gahraion me

Kya Tum dekhte ho
Yahan...
Kuchh kawe ud jate hue
Kuchh laal kekde sarakte hue
Gile ret pe
Ya apna pairon ki 3d wala nishan...
Sunte kya ho?
Samosha wale ki kuhat
Bachhon ki dhumdham daudne ki ahat
Kuchh logon ki udti hui kho jati hui batein
Ya dur raste pe traffic ki halka sa awaj
Suno in Samukaon ko
Suno lahron ko
Kahenge kuchh to Tumhe
Jo na ja sako Samudra Yatra pe
Hey Banik!!

Has nahi dena
Eise halke se
Adh-man se
Baat jaruri hai
Bhitar dalna
Kahno ko sab kaha nahi jata
Chah k v koi Samudra ko Tumhe
Dikha nahi sakta.
Ankhon ke samne bichhi hui
Tumhare pairon se leke digant tak to
Baat nahi. Baat aur v kuchh hai.
Kabhi Tumne janna na chaha...
Samosha wale aur chay wake ki kuhat
Aur in lahron ki ho ho me hi
Band rah gai sare talash Tumhare
Par Tum to Samudra Banik ho!


☆Samudra Banik☆