Bhaari

Tumhare pyar aur nafrat ko 

Jhule me dale chalti gayi,

Chubhne laga kuch...

Aur bhari v tha jhola...

Chala nahi gaya aur...

Rasta bhi upar chadhta tha,

Pahad uthna tha..

Aur jhola uthae chala nahi ja raha tha

Ek kadam v aur

Tabhi ruk gai aur jhola kholi

Bahut sara nafrat ke pathar the,

Usme kali syahi me likha galiyan,

Chhi chhi thu thu...

Aur bahut kam pyar ke phool mile,

Uspar osh bund par chak chak karta

Tere naam ke sath mere naam likha hua tha...

Taraju me alag alag dala,

Itna sara nafrat, itna sa pyar-

Wajan kia,

Pyar ko bhari paya!

Aur bhi hain...

Pani me barish ho to

Sab kahte hein,

Kya jaroorat hai

Par jab bund bund girta hai upar se,

Aur ek jal-parda lahrata hai

To samudra me romanch hota hai

Nad ko ullas chhata hai...

Jal-raasi abhibhut hota hai

Koti koti barsha-bund ke agamani se

Sochta hai-

Han, mere aur v hain

Aur nachte phulte gho gho karte 

Libas badalta hai,

Nila, sabja se laalchia dikhte hue,

Kudte apna kinara todke kahan kahan pheilne lagta hai...

Upar -asman par pahad ke muhn ke pash

Badal dhuan dhuan 

Jeise nadi ki ut-phullit deh ko dekh

Laaj se mukh dhak lena chahta ho...

Par badal badal hain,

Dhuan dhuan... Bhina bhina...

Kuchh der baad chhat jate hein......

Chalte jate hein-na jane kahan,

Jahan le jae unhe hawa...

A Cold Shake!

Just a name here ...
And a quick line there... 

And i get as usual a cold-shake- 

an indirect remark and a hurtful finger 

blaming me for things i haven't done... 

Relatives, friends, strangers, loved-ones, 

they want to shake my hand and leave me 

like i am an upturned stone 

in their so-called smooth path... 

Sitting in the gloom of my dark room, 

i think of the years gone by...

the days crawled... The minutes staggered...

yes, the past, my past is me... 

The stations i have crossed and the trains i have taken... 

They made me realize-

This earth is not for me...nobody is for me... 

Just a passing phase, till i close my eyes! 

I wish, i don't forget the flowers, 

the rain drops and the soft loving feet approaching me 

some years back on a fine bright morning....

Upturned

D.P.

upturned

Just a name here ... And a quick line there... 
And i get as usual a cold-shake- 
an indirect remark and a hurtful finger 
blaming me for things i haven't done... 
Relatives, friends, strangers, loved-ones, 
they want to shake my hand and leave me 
like i am an upturned stone 
in their so-called smooth path... 
Sitting in the gloom of my dark room, 
i think of the years gone by...
the days crawled... The minutes staggered...
yes, the past, my past is me... 
The stations i have crossed and the trains i have taken... 
They made me realize-
This earth is not for me...nobody is for me... 
Just a passing phase, till i close my eyes! 
I wish, i don't forget the flowers, 
the rain drops and the soft loving feet approaching me 
some years back on a fine bright morning....

~Upturned

*Tamisra

Mukesh Angadi

7 hours ago

It is drizzling and the train lazily
changes its ways
through the forest
A stream gurgles beneath the cost iron bridge
The trees are aglow with joy
As rain drops plays on their eye lids 
people in the spl compartments
are still asleep
Some that are awake await their Tea ,,,
served In bright yellow flask and plastic mugs
an young girl tosses a coin into the water
with a silent prayer
Someone crushes and platic mugs and
throws it down the stream ...!

ll Radhey krishna ll

 — with Debahuti Panigrahi.

• 

  Debahuti Panigrahi Ah, heart touching...
  In my minds eye, i can see and feel all this... Wish i could be there to see the Nature dancing with tingling Rain anklets in her feet...
  And the moving train and You -
  Dear Mukesh....
  How fascinating....
  
  ARE YOU TRAVELLING!
  It's such a bliss!!

  

  4 hours ago · Edited · Like · 1

mukesh

This is not the beginning ,this is not the end…

I am in a journey of love …dear Devi

Sitting in a train compartment….

Trying to forget the past…

Thinking –this is not to be turned out to be-

Not to end like this…

Going on and in each junction I look for you…

debahuti

"trying to forget the past"wah what a line from you...

Khoj

तुम्हारे मुह को,
बक्से से खिॅच खाँच कर निकालने पर,
झाडझुडने से,
निकलता है दर्द:-बजता हे उसकी दुन्दुभि, गुजरता है जर्रे जर्रे मे, चिर काट कर रस्ता बनाए,
ओर अपनापन:- खुलता है  उसकी छत्रि, ओर डोरियाँ, शाखेँ, पत्ते, फुल ओर तितलयाँ ••
दिन शुरु नहीं  होता -छुप जाता हे यहां वहां,
खोजना पडता हे कहां कहां••

Sunrise within You

Feel the Sun rise within You...
Like a golden ball thrown from God
Towards you in a playful mood...!
Hold the Sun in your heart, brain
And let it fill your earthen engine 
with brilliance and energy,
Hold the Golden Ball in your inner self
And let it illuminate You-
Flooding the ecstatic horizon within You-
With joy, compassion, love and God Particles...
See and feel...
Nectar drops are falling all around You...
Dearest Loveable Mukesh!



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Batein, rui si...

Bahar nikalne par
Hyderabad bichha hua rahta hai
aur uske sath Tum....
Yahan wahan...
Batein chhoti badi...
Itni utni...
Rui jeise hawa me khule hue...