Hide me...

Hey Pran-Ras-Kallol, Jagabandhu,
I whirl and whirl…my anklet tinkling,
Flowers dropping from my hair…
I dance before You forgetting the world, Priyatama…
I gather juhi and kumkum and shower upon You
And I dance as the mringam sounds so sweet
I chant Your name and I whirl more…
I dance…
I could not gather myself
And the world sees my dress undone, my face- kajal smeared,
Nilachali, hide me within the Lotus that shelters Your feet!

~Ek Sutra

Sayad parson Tera ane ka Ticket ban gaya
Islie na janke v kuchh -bina karan mai nachi
Mitti dhul jhad ke mai nachi..
Tere ane ka sandesha hawa ne dhire se phunka
Kano me mere ... Aur bihwal hoke me nachi
Tere rup-rang-thaat smaran karke mai nachi,
Resham Rassi thirka
Aur mai nachi...
Sare dukh santaap jhadke, achal apang hath pair ko jhad ke
Mai nachi
Apne pran ki sare rosni ko jalake mai nachi.
Bandha Ghungru re dholak jo kabka
Dim dim kahin baja -aur mai nachi...
Koi baat nahi tha
Fir v mai nachi...
Tu jo ane ko tha -mai nachi!
Ek dhage se bandhi-mai nachi...

Mendak ki Barish

Baris hone se pahle mendak nikal ata hai mitti se
Kayi mahino ki nind ko jhad ke apne ankho se...
Aur Nila Gagan ko takta hai-
Megh ki ek tukda v nahi.
Par ushe pata hai-jaldi hi badlon se bhar jaegi akash ki chhati...
Idhar
Indra dev Airabat pe beithte hein, bajra ko hath me lete hein..bijli nachti hai...
Aur MeghaMallhar ke sath Barsha ki Mahotsav prarambh karte hain..
Santh sadhu maha-yagnya karte hue khushi se Haribol karte hein- itne yugon ke baad aya Barsha!
Itne bade swargiya avahani me koi nahi dekhta -mitti dhul se dhaka ek mendak v gaa utha hai ...
Is mahanand ki asar me
Apne dhul mitti ko dhul jate hue dekh, upar se jhar jhar jhar ata amrut-prabah ko dekh usne v hulhuli de rakhi hai.
Uski ye chhoti si puja ki bina Barsha na sambhab tha...

Mendak ki Barsha!

Tumne Sandesha bheja hai

Pata nahi kya hai
Bahut patakhon ki awaj se kapkapaa rahi hai asmaan ki chhati...
Aur dur se baja aur ganne ki lahar uske sath bahte hue a rahi hai hawa me
Ya Akash ek box hei
Khul raha h ulta
Aur ye sab gir rahe hein upar se...
Jane cricket me India ki jeet ho
Ya kisi tyohar ho
Ya fir ho shadi byah ka alam
Par
Mujhe to lagta hai
Har baar lagta hai
Jab v itni shor ho aur baja baj uthe patakhon ki chhutne ki khushi se,
Lage,
Tumse sandesha hai
Tumhare bare me hai
Tumne kuchh kahlwa bheja h!

Mai Ghash Maidan:Tu Toofan!

Bichhi hui ek ghash ka maidan hun 

Asman khul jata hai

Ek vishal phatak cheer kar

Tum utar ate ho...

Tej ki hawa k jhonke me lotpat mere ghash ki kiyariayan...

Milon tak su su... Aur toofan ki lahar...

Mai jaag jati hun gari nind se

Ab mai phul rahi hun

Uth rahi hun

Chhid rahi hun ek juar bhatta ki 

samudri chess pali ki tarha...

Bahut sare khidki ki kholne ki awaj

Aur Tere pash hone ka ahsash

Mithe Sathiya, mahu-barshi-ankhon wale!

Ghumte hein bahte hein chhati par mere

Coma me chala jata hai astitwa

Aur drip se Tu khoon me samil hota hai

Dhire dhire...

Kahne ko mai soi rahti hun

Par bhitar Tu daudta hai...

Halke se Tere pash ake khada hona

Wo bhari kadam ko dhire se rakhna 

Jab sunai padta hai

Pichhle bahut pichhle kuchh dhundle drishya dikhta hai kuchh kohre ki alishan mahal ki parda hata ke...

Ek Toofan ata hai

Gujarta hai mere upar

Aur tahas nahas me Tere kadmo ki nishan 

Aur muskurate motion ko samette hue 

Pata chalta hai

Tu kitna apna hai

Achanak haste hue mudna Tera

Ek mahak uthta hai rooh me se mere

Badlon ki ferry me 

Tere itne sare muhn yatri hain

Aur akeli mai-Tere mele me...

Tu mujhe dekhta hai khinchte najar se

Aur khinch leta hai jameen paon tale....

Ye mai ud chali Tere mahua ujle me....

Up comes the Sun

Up comes the Sun
And every flower smile in my hanging garden
Opening their petals and stretching to the limits
They smile aglow,
straining tender golden rays in their coloured beings
Swaying in the lap of sweet breeze...

Outside the fresh air touches trees, boughs, leaves jovially
Playing like a baby elephant among dense foliage
And in their closed entities the buds pray with folded hands
With gratitude and fulfillment for the up-springing fountain of life
To the Unseen Creator!

And I collected all these to gift you
And place in Your sashank-sphatik lotus feet!

sameti...fir bikhri

Hi,
Thoda sa sameti thi khudko subah
Aur hote hote hath aya
Kayi saal purana
Wo Nalanda school ki
Syllabus for entrance examination...
Ek minute ushe hath me liya
Ghadi ki sui panch saal pichhe daud gai
Aur Ap dahine taraf beithe ho
Khade ho...has rahe ho...
Wo sab kuchh aur bahut kuchh ki
Ek gali khul gai...
Aur dhakel di gai mai andar teji se
Ek tej bahti bahti jaldhara me bahte bahte
Kam light me diwar par Tuumhare ahsash
Ko itne kareeb pakar fir bikhar gai...
Jeise ab yehin ho
Aur ab nahi...