Monday, April 30, 2018

उपहास या उल्लास ?

नमस्ते! हँसना उल्लास हो तभी, उपहास में नहीं| इसी सोच के साथ प्रस्तुत हैं कुछ पंक्तियाँ - 

उपहास या उल्लास ?

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चलते चलते वो अचानक गिर पड़ा 
रास्ते का पत्थर उसकी चाल डगमगा गया 
इधर उधर देखा लोगों को हँसता पाया 
और उस उपहास में ख़ुद को फँसता पाया 
फिर उठ गया अपने आत्म-बल को झंझोड़ कर 
एक हँसी भरी अपने ऊपर 
और फिर से जीवन में उल्लास खोजते निकल गया!

हँसना सेहत के लिए लाभदायक 
पर अच्छा तब हो जब उल्लास हो तब हँसो 
उपहास का पात्र किसी को न बनने दो 
ख़ुद पर हँसना अच्छा है कभी कभी 
अपनी कमियों से रूबरू होने के अवसर हैं ये सभी 
पर दूसरों पर हँसना कभी भी अच्छा नहीं 
मत भूलो कि हो सकता है कभी तुम भी हो सकते थे वहीँ 
उल्लास हो तो सही, पर उपहास न हो वही 

जीवन पथ पर उल्लास के कारण ढूंढ़ते चलो 
और उपहास को ख़ुद से कोसों दूर करते चलो | 

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

MUDIT

Happy Birthday Mudit!!! Though we may be miles apart, but you will always remain close to my heart... Sharing with everyone, a poem I wrote on your graduation, on your special day...

MUDIT


Come 25th April '95, a baby boy was born;
A faint little cry, innocent and shy
witnessed the coming morn.
With dimpled cheeks and rosy lips 
fitted he the nursery rhyme.
An eminent smile & charm a while portrayed 
from time to time.

His sharpness infected me as he defeated me in chess,
Caricatures drawn to his heart's delight 
amazed me none the less.
Read tales from books to him, when he was small
As, in him the coming years promised - a growing storyteller tall.

A writer, a singer, a dramatist, a would be doctor, a musician
Mr. one in all, all teemed to perfection.
carrying the legacy of our family forward, our very own Dexter;
a perfect brother who makes me, a very proud sister.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

THEee Call

Again an old poem, relevant still today. Happy reading!

THEee Call

There is a call, the sound is there.
Not so loud, too faint to care.
There is a dream, tearing my soul apart
I want to follow, guided by my heart.

Too many obstacles, seeming like some calamity;
Is reaching the zenith, going to be a reality?
The answer is for time to decide
The result, for me to abide..

Guided by mystery, keeping fingers crossed
Waiting for the judgement day, the results tossed.
If it be good, fine.
If it be bad, in any case, it's call divine.

Friday, April 6, 2018

MUSIC

Hola people!
An old-golden poem inspired loosely from the song - 'आवारा भँवरे' from 'Roja' and of course - life.

MUSIC
     
    
The cry of the baby
The buzz of the honey bee
The tip tap of the rain
The chuk-chuk of the train.

The beep of the car-horn
The beat of the clock-on
The rhythm of the sea waves
The breeze gently rustling the trees, paves

The heart-beat, the flipping coin's land,
the muttering fan, the clapping of the hands
the burps, the hiccups,
the alarms, the cheering cups

Bring to life music;
Rhythm managed in every click.

Gratitude

Whatever there is, is a gift. The present we must value - every present moment. But as humans we tend to forget it. Take everyth...