CIRCUMSTANCES

It is very easy to label someone wrong, wicked worthless or bad, it is very easy to be judgemental which we are most of the time about most of the things, about most people. But later when we spend some more time and re-evaluate, we regret our judgement. We realise we were either impulsive or were thoughtlessly following others.

When we commit a blunder we do so without realising that we are committing a mistake. At times it has got nothing to do with our upbringing or our roots. Yes, there are few traits or behaviours for which our genes are responsible, our family background is responsible but the most prevailing factor which dictates every course of action that we take is perhaps 'circumstance'.

Yes, situations can ruin our happiness and force us to take steps which we would abhor otherwise. Circumstances can break the strongest of individuals, can snatch every bit of goodness from our soul and steer us towards misconduct. We can lose hope, self-confidence and slip into a self-destructive mode, but like everything even the 'bad' side of an individual is also not everlasting.

However, we need a strong support system of family, friends and well-wishers to overcome the hurdles. Those who lack this care in their life are perhaps the unluckiest ones but it is never too late to reconcile and reunite. It is alright to give a large chunk of time to our spouses/girlfriend/boyfriend and kids and it is ok if our life revolves around them but spending a few precious minutes with our near and dear ones will do us no harm.

I reckon having an extended family to fall back on and a dependable circle of friends will give us a great deal of mental peace and help us to combat an otherwise stressful life. Sharing and caring has no alternative, this is something I have learned a hard way. Dealing with life essentially means dealing with the circumstances, favourable or unfavourable and the bitter fact is, we do not have any other choice. Even our decisions are influenced by our circumstances. We have to live till we are dead and that also means tactfully tackling the circumstances.

NOOSE... IT IS !

The final verdict is out. Death it is..but why only the four  of them and not the fifth one, the so called minor? How juvenile is this juvenile? 18 or 16, if he is old enough to know how to dishonour a woman's chastity and destroy all evidence of brutality, is he not old enough to be hanged as well? Do we really believe that he will change as a person after undergoing a process of reformation in the special home ? Very debatable...


Jyoti Singh was brutally raped and her male companion was beaten barbarically inside a moving bus on a chilly wintry night in Delhi on 16th of December, 2012..after nine months the verdict is out, its whether due to the pressure exerted by the public or because of their own conviction, whatever, the judiciary finally announced a death penalty for all the four 'adult' convicts today, and now atleast a large chunk of the citizenry is happy and joyous and once again their faith has been restored in the legal system.

I am not sure,like in any other case the criminals still have the option of appealing to the High Court, failing that the Supreme Court. The last resort being sending mercy petition to the Honourable President of India etc etc.... But this time it seems its going to be death and nothing less than that..because that is what the people want, and with elections round the corner government will try its best to concede. Being a woman, the only question that is bothering me at the moment is whether this death sentence will expedite in eradicating the heinous crimes from the society or not .


Let us take this case. Dhananjoy Chatterjee, the rapist and murderer of a 14-year-old girl, and the killer was hanged to death on August 14, 2004 at the Alipore Central Jail in Kolkata...The verdict was highly appreciated by all and sundry.But to our utter dismay, the eve teasing, molestation or rape cases have not decreased in Kolkata , rather escalated manifold in the years that followed. In fact, the horrific incidents are still taking place everywhere and rapes are being committed, sometimes even in broad daylight . I feel, crime takes birth where fear is buried, by fear I mean to state the fear of God, fear of the society, the fear of  'nark'  and the fact is, the perpetrators of crimes are so fearless that a death sentence once in a while is not going to deter them from committing such horrific crimes.


If criminality ends with the criminal then this death penalty is totally justified. But I am happy that my faith in optimism has not been shaken and I was not that naive in believing that mass protests without a leader will bear fruitful result..Nevertheless, I am feeling bad for the families of these convicts, who will face the ire of the society and might also be ostracized for the rest of their lives . God bless them...








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THE REAL BUDDHA..........

Gautama Buddha had left the grandeur and pompousness of palace to attain enlightenment and propagate religious teachings among the common people. He  had sacrificed worldly pleasures and abandoned his wife and son to seek truth... With no bindings of the family life and no complications to be handled on a day to day basis, it would have been little easier for him to follow the path that he had chosen.

It really makes me wonder who is the greatest ! The ordinary 'sansarik' person who faces myriad challenges that life throws upon him/her and still walks through the flame with  a smile or the great Buddha who had the calmness of nature surrounding him while he preached ! I don’t know about others but as far as I am concerned, there have been several such episodes when I have felt like leaving everything and go away somewhere where no one would be able to recognise me..just disappear. But one look at my son's innocent face and the thoughts would go back to their birthplace. This is the actuality of life, you simply cannot run away.

We are all answerable for our actions ,good or bad . We are human beings so humaneness cannot be taken away from us. We need love as much as we want to love, and the love which we think is right and makes our soul happy is often misconstrued by some individuals. This prompts some of us to either sacrifice the true love or live as an ostracized individual who is looked down upon. Does it mean we stop believing in love? Would this generate  hatred for the people who have achieved what they had set out to.... probably we will reach to the last breath of our life figuring out the answers..

We all struggle, every minute, every nanosecond to understand ,to fathom the secret of true love . Sometimes we even start following the teachings of great saints to attain temporary peace but that hardly helps. What will actually help us to attain absolute tranquility, moksha or nirvana is total detachment from the chores of life but I call that escapism... the day we start thinking less about our family and more about our inner peace, will be the day when the Supreme power will denounce us as the most self-centred individual on earth..

Therefore, the real Buddha according to me is the person who goes beyond his 'self' to achieve goodness not only for himself but also for others and despite the sea of predicaments and the demons of misfortune in his life, fights against the evils present in the lives of others. They become the examples, the inspiration and motivate others by their actions ,not by their words merely. They do not waste their energy in doing the math of ‘give and take’.. they rather give with a strong conviction that they will get more than what they have given but that barely ever happens.. For me, the real Buddha ("awakened one" or "the enlightened one"), is a person who sacrifices, sometimes without even questioning 'why' or for 'whom' and believes in ‘Karma’,in the relentless hardships in order to provide a comfortable life to those who depend on him/her.. He/she lives with the family , stays with it through the upheavals rather than leaving his/her family members on their own to face the society and the adversities …

FEELING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL AGAIN.....

 Life is still so beautiful and young after 23 years... yes that is what I realised yesterday after meeting up with my school mates after 23 years. Nothing has changed it seemed. A whole hearted laugh while recollecting the incidents from the years gone by made this rendezvous very special and a memorable one. I will cherish the get together till the last breath. Looking forward to more such celebrations............

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SOUND OF SILENCE

Patriotism indeed has no language. You can express your love ,you can express your feelings even if you cannot speak or hear.That is exactly what these little bravehearts have demonstrated. Why do not we take some lessons from these young people? These politicians are doing everything possible to bring disgrace to our country, more than half of them are uneducated and uncultured. Some of them cannot even sing the National Anthem properly neither do they understand the importance and sacredness of the National Flag.

My country is going through a very challenging phase right now. The need of the hour is camaraderie and harmony. Its not about West Bengal or Telengana or Jharkhand or Delhi... Its about India. The situation is pathetic and the economic condition of our country is deteriorating bit by bit. I,as a citizen of this country do not have a clue as to what should be done to bail out my country from this situation. I feel embarrassed and humiliated when the politicians go to America with selfish agendas and to the utter dismay of the Indian citizenry are shown cold shoulders ( read doors ) by the Americans...

I am really appalled at the growing rate of crimes against women and children, the situation is getting bad to worse. What is wrong with the people, why are they doing it? What do they get out of raping a woman or worst, a child! If indecent clothes and clubbing till the wee hours is the reason for such heinous incidents then how do you justify the incidents which take place in broad daylight,or before 10 pm, involving girls/women who are in salwar kameez or sari? No, its the mindset. This is not about clothes or makeup. the long roots of such horrendous criminalities are deep-seated in the mind itself.

A romantic poetry , a short story or a write-up on love and its many facets is what I should be writing in my blog. Believe me even I am struggling with myself to compose something really beautiful, but one look at the newspaper in the morning and my creativity goes for a toss. I always try to derive inspiration from my surroundings ,the people I come across , rains, clouds, birds, the whole bundle of joy that nature has gifted us, but all that I see around me nowadays is negativity,mostly. Natures wrath, poverty,death of innocent children, dirty politics, the list is endless. The most shocking statement would be the one where a senior actor and politician went on air declaring that a person, an Indian can buy a meal for twelve rupees in Mumbai and for five rupees in other states ! 

Question is ,can he ?As the saying goes, practice what you preach but here they only preach and rest they leave upto media. Media in turn makes a breaking news out of these 'faltu' statements and create a hullabaloo to which we all fall prey knowingly or unknowingly. The circus thus continues but one must not stop hoping. Optimism keeps us alive ……

(  Thanks to Chrome Pictures Pvt Ltd, INDIA for making a wonderful video  )

LIFE IS COMPLICATED

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All my life I have worked hard to achieve my goals ,often altering my aspirations in accordance with the circumstances. The number of  failures most certainly outnumbering my achievements..but this ratio has not affected my contentment or perhaps I never understood the actuality of this ratio...Thank God I am poor in Mathematics...but this time , at this juncture in my life, I have decided to try an altogether new approach. I have decided to do things which will make me happy, work at a pace that is not demanding and to a certain extent flexible,  and have no preset goal, not a single objective. Just want to see what am I destined for ! Complicated? That is what life is !!

GREY'S ANATOMY

Really amazed !!! Never imagined that a television show can be so powerful that it can actually inspire ,influence and motivate a child more than the parents , academically to be precise.... It's really not so terrible to let your child watch some television if it is a serial like ' Grey's Anatomy' (an American television medical drama on Zee Café )..allow him and discover the truth .....

THE BEST TEACHER

A mother happily sacrifices her aspirations ,contributing to the well being and upbringing of her child ,which is not an easy and simple task . Her main priority is always the well being of her family especially her children, which is often  misconstrued as 'duty'... not that a mother complains, but is definitely hurt when the very child or children she thought would reciprocate her feelings and try to understand her emotional needs , sometimes react in such a manner that she cannot help but wonder was it really worth it !! It is really difficult to fathom a child's thought process when he/she is on the verge of crossing the threshold of adolescence into adulthood..... the fun and frolic filled life suddenly seems complicated and only a mother can understand his/her mental state..and only a mother can help her child to manoeuver his/her thoughts towards a proper direction...it is up to the child to realise that educated or uneducated ,a mother is the best teacher,the ultimate 'guru' he/she can look up to whenever faced with challenges and get a larger perspective of life....
The emotional need is essentially mutual in nature because I believe , there is a child inside every adult and an adult inside every child... no wonder , the adolescents are nowadays referred to as 'young adults'....

I AM NOT APOLITICAL BY COMPULSION.......

I am not apolitical by compulsion , but by choice
I am not a meek citizen but I do not protest as my voice will be muzzled
I am against criminalities but avoid speaking up lest I am labeled
I am a citizen of a democratic country not by accident, but by birth

MEN ARE FROM MARS, WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS.........

I woke up suddenly last night and found my husband sobbing badly..like a child.. eyes closed but crying. I realised he was having a real bad dream...could be of loss or sickness...or something eerie.....worried, I woke him up and asked him, "did you have any bad dreams?" He stared perplexedly at me and went (read ran)straight to the living room , came back and told me nah,everything is fine.

I said, "But what was it , what made you so upset ? " 

He answered, "I dreamt , we had a tiff and that you emptied the remaining scotch , pouring it down the kitchen sink" ...
Can you beat it !! So blunt and soooooooo....well, forget it.....

And sanguine that its still there and his 'on the rocks' rendezvous has not been ruined, my hubby was, within no time snoring away to glory... Staring blankly at the ceiling, I lay there for a long while, acridly wondering whether it is his scotch or blackberry or me? Where do I figure on his priority list? ( Considering,  the first thing he tends to do after waking up in the morning is to check his cell phone.....)

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So true. Men ARE from mars and women ARE from venus..............period !!

WHAT'S NEXT ?

The beginning of the end....
Trunk calls .....radio sets...cassettes.../... cassette players....discontinuation of the telegram services.... 

EK THI DAAYAN....

Dhoop na tum ko lage

Khol denge chhatariyaan

Peechhe peechhe din bhar

Ghar daftar mein le ke chalenge hum

Tumhaari filein, tumhaari diary

Gaadi ki chaabiyan, tumhaari enakein

Tumhaara laptop, tumhaari cap, phone

Aur apna dil, kanwaara dil

Pyaar mein haara bechara dil

Aur apna dil

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The only thing amazing about the movie ‘ ek thi dayan’ was this song….the lyrics so very Gulzarish yet so contemporary …in his otherworldly, inimitable style only  Gulzaar Sahab can weave the letters so beautifully and write songs/poems which do not seem as if lost in a sea… he surely  knows how to go with the flow…a master weaver after all

VIBGYOR

 A sudden urge to walk my dog on the terrace...a beautiful sunset, an orangish sky, the sun suddenly seeming so humane as if trying to strike a conversation with me...and then it happened !! Someone or something tells me to turn around and there you are ! A picturesque and lively Vibgyor ...a flamboyant rainbow , splashing the joie de vivre of its seven colours from one end to the other and holding me a captive. It was as if  the limitless was telling me 'see , I can also write poetry' ....and how !! By the time I managed to reconnect with realism and decided to share the view with my better half and capture it permanently, it vanished.... Awestruck, I muttered 'God is so kind' ...
I did not strive even an iota to decipher the implication or the rationale behind such a fascinating occurrence at that point (16th May, 2013) but later ,that is precisely after two days, when I suffered a sudden and ferocious attack of bronchospasm and shortness of breath (respiratory distress) which almost choked me to death, I did manage to put all the pieces together and solve the puzzle...His kind-heartedness and heartlessness are never without any rhyme or reason. We should not take our life for granted ,because the vice versa is not at all fun.

Life has its own unique way of teaching us lessons from time to time,in a subtle or emphatic manner. Sometimes, it does not even bother to notify us. Something suddenly happens and we are pushed into the ocean of queries, wondering about the incessant 'whys' and 'hows'. We do succeed in finding the answers,or should I say we often succeed in manipulating the answers according to our convenience.'This happened because I had hurt him/her', or 'they suffered because they had started boasting too much of late', so on and so forth. But we often overlook the de facto.... life is way too powerful and way too complex an entity for us to comprehend. Life can hear us, life can react and life can make us dance to the tune of its choice, and we, the mortals, can only stare in disbelief or appreciate its bravado.

It is very difficult to presuppose the nature and face of death until you have seen it. Most of the time those who have seen it are never able to describe it because they are transported to 'the other side of the life, into the realm of spirits ' after their encounter that is. Luckily for me, I have survived that brief but terrible encounter with the other side of life. I can now describe the face,the attitude and the complexion of death. Believe me ,Death is not handsome, neither is he fair ,he is faceless yet has penetrating eyes, yes 'he' because it has a voice which is distinctly masculine, but Death has a heart of gold...he loves the language of love, he loves cajoling, he loves the weak, he loves to give if you are ready to beg with sincerety. if you have the ardency in your voice which can evoke the goodness in him then you can conquer  him.

Life has given me a second chance for the first time and I am going to cherish this moment for the rest of my life till death knocks again. For the first time I realised that a person is able to self-introspect better when confined to the four walls of a hospital room. Amidst the tinkling sound of various medicine bottles,needlles and other equipments, with full concentration, you will also get to hear the footsteps of life and death which are tiptoeing outside the wards with two things on their lips, a naughty smile and silence.

With every intravenous dose of antibiotic my body was afflicted with an unbearable pain.This oft-repeated pain made me a stronger person and reinstated my faith in the power of Karma, and the entire cycle of cause and effect was thus fortified by this faith. 

YEH MERA INDIA.............

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When my son was in the junior school (South Point ) , in class one or two(don’t remember exactly), one day he came back from school and shared some words of wisdom that his teacher had taught him. He said “you know mamma,our teacher says it is very important to be a good hanuman being ( honuman being ) because a person with a heart of gold is loved and respected by everyone even if he is poor and not good in studies”….that day we laughed when he mispronounced human being as ' hanuman being ' ( bengalis often use the word 'honuman ' to refer to monkeys) ........but today , when I look back and think about that funny episode, I cannot but marvel at the correctness of that mistake.....

Yes, I say so because the circus which is telecast everyday on various channels ,by various factions of media is nothing but a bouquet of filthy politics, innumerable crimes and a horrific assorted bag of vandalism and  crimes against women...... Add to it the 'glorification' of a bollywood superstar who has been sentenced because of unlawful activities. With all those overenthusiastic media people,bodyguards and policemen surrounding him and the convoy of cars it was really hard to believe that he happens to be a bomb blast convict......and the mighty cricketers who have yet again proved that they are not only good wielders of the bat and ball but also very skilled in raking in the moolah by doing jumping jhapak on and off the field , and most importantly ,pretty efficient in striking deals with the bookies and underworld..
Are we shocked? Naah ...
The list is perhaps longer than this and those responsible for the present state of this nation are nothing but monkeys...really (do not intend to demean hanumanji as we worship him )... but what is the point? The so called law abiding citizenry of this country is as responsible as the dubious politicians and the custodians of  law......we are accepting everything as we do not want to fight.
Do I have a right to protest against such malpractice or even condemn the system when I am myself encouraging it? NO. A few days ago I paid a hefty amount as bribe because I wanted my passport to clear the hurdles of police verification without any hitch.....they demand ,we pay...and then we complain...why? Is not it a crime to pay a bribe? We all know ' both the giving and the receiving party of the bribe commit a crime '...still !!
What if I had not paid? The concerned department would have delayed the procedure or may have even left the file unopened....(that is what the official said...a polite threatening) wow! Aam Aadmi darr gaya ji.... this is the problem.... I am sure ,I am not alone...there are many like me out there who always pay some  EXTRA  as a ' price of convenience ' to get their work done and then lament within the four walls.... it is high time for some spirited soul to come forward and bring about the much needed change/reform which is long overdue....

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SCAMS TO FIVE YEAR OLD TO SARABJIT TO SANAULLAH TO CHINA TO INDIA TO SARADHA TO TADA TO MATCH FIXING....AM I SHOCKED? NAAH...

POLSTORM....

It is possible to tame lady luck...that is exactly what the aggressive all-rounder Pollard demonstrated yesterday...and how !! such effortless boundaries...or so they seemed !!! the last three overs were WOW  ...poora 'paisa wasool' for the Mumbaikars ... yesterday's match was indeed hit by POLSTORM....

MOTHERHOOD ...

Last month during one of the sessions , Javed Akhtar ji raised a very pertinent question in the parliament that , “Why do we often say there is heaven beneath a mother’s feet? Or for that matter, mothers are equivalent to the supreme power,God ? Then what about those women who have not attained ‘motherhood’ ? ”

Well , point to wonder about ………

The most ironical thing is the actuality that we Indians worship Durga,Kali etc etc as different forms of ‘Shakti’ , as ‘MA’, yet women are being subjected to heinous and horrific treatment every few seconds….

Coming back to the point , my heart echoes Javed sahab’s feelings. Motherhood or motherly affection is deeply embedded in every woman. It is not important for her to give birth to a child biologically to appreciate the essence of it. Apart from procreation, caring and sharing and of course sacrifice are the virtues bestowed upon womanhood ..…or else, how is  it possible for a woman to bond so well with her adopted child and shower him/her with all the love and affection?  

A moment ago came across an article in ‘THE TELEGRAPH’ which mentions various tribulations faced by single moms who intend to adopt and bring up the adopted chidren single-handedly… the best part is ,they succeed and their determination wins …..
Please do not elevate a woman  to the pedestal which belongs to God…rather treat every woman ,(mother ,sister,girlfriend or wife) with love and respect and this world will be a better place to live in…...

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RIP Sarabjit Singh.......

Well well…news channels are having a gala time these days…less hard work , yet their plates are full of ‘chatpata’ news….. Barkhas..Rajdeeps…Arnabs..and Sagarikas et al will now get busy in adding all the required ingredients to make their broth scrumptious and appetizing..and serve it at an appropriate time with a concoction of so called erudite politicians and dignitaries…

Me, as a citizen of this country will do my bit and pray for the departed soul.

RIP Sarabjit Singh………

( dil ye maan ne se inkaar kar raha hai ki maut ki vajah 'coma' mein chale jana thi.... ho sakta hai mujrim ko maarne ka naya tarika ijaat kiya gaya ho..pataa nahin...aajkal jo halaat hain ..kuchh bhi ho sakta hai... )

NACH MERI BULBUL..........

Does IPL really need these cheerleaders? I personally detest this particular idea..Besides , with so much frenzy ,hoopla,glamour and  hype that IPL already brings with itself every season…would we really mind if these firangi girls (pune being an exception) are not there to jump and jig ??..…What with those unsynchronised stupid steps !!!  (literally)

Looking at these girls , I am reminded of an old Hindi song

‘ NACH MERI BULBUL TUJHE PAISA MILEGA ’ ………

IPLcan definitely do without the cheerleaders as cricket (in any format) is not only popular but an obsession in India……….

MERE AANGAN ME ROZ HOLI HAI .../ मेरे आँगन में रोज़ होली है…....

White is an amalgamation of various colours, white as in moonlight, white as in white lilies, white as the colour of peace...
But the colour of love? Who knows !!
What if I conclude it is white !
My entity embodies all these beautiful colours even when it is not spring…
I rejoice festival of colours everyday and my thoughts find their abode in my verse effortlessly….
Even if my garb is not always colourful or devoid of colours , in actuality, it is splashed with all the colours of the spectrum…
HAPPY HOLI TO ALL............

आज अगर चुनरी ऐसी ही रहे
सफ़ेद मगर मुस्काती रहे
हर्ज़ क्या ?
प्रेम का रंग कैसा है ?
सफ़ेद है, तो हर्ज़ क्या है?
मालूम है न .....
सफ़ेद ने ही तो है छुपा रखे
रंग सारे तुम्हारे हमारे !
केवल बहुरंगा बसंत ही क्यों,
यह रंग और यह कविता,
बहते रहेंगे निर्बंध,
एक निर्झर की तरह ।
उन्मुक्त....
व्योम से धरा,
धरा से व्योम ।
रंगा हुआ मेरा अस्तित्व है,
मेरे आँगन में रोज़ होली है .....

Aaj agar chunri aisi hi rahe
safed magar muskati rahe
harz kya?
Prem ka rang kaisa hai?
Safed hai, toh harz kya hai?
Maloom hai na......
safed ne hi to hai chhupa rakhe,
rang saare tumhare hamare !
Kewal bahuranga basant hi kyon,
yah rang aur yah kavita
bahte rahenge nirbandh,
ek nirjhar ki tarah.
Unmukt ....
Vyom se dhara,
dhara se vyom...
Ranga hua mera astitwa hai,
mere aangan mein roz holi hai...........

DAWANAL (Forest Fire) / दावानल ........

Unrequited love or one-sided love is not very rare in this world which is also inhabited by egotistic and headstrong individuals. Sometimes, in order to defy his /her feelings a person takes refuge in anger and haughtiness, without even once thinking about how the other person will feel. On the other hand, there are some people who believe in the power of love ,who have faith in loving unconditionally, even if it is one-sided , hoping against all hope that one day they will conquer the resentment or ignorance of the person who rules their heart….

Ahankar tumhara ..

chheen leta hai masoomiyat

us bachche ki,jo baitha hai

dil ke ek kone mein

dubakkar,tumhare darr se

kyon?

Ik chingari nikalti hai,tumhare

seene ko cheerti hui,aur

nirjeev,shushk bhaawnaon ko

jala deti hai failti hui aag

dawanal ki ,aur

rah jata hai bhasmavshesh

Ahankar mera...

prateeksha mein ki kab

dawanal shant hoga,aur

thande bhasm se janm loge

naveen tum

prajwalit karta rahta hai

pratyek din ek dipakvriksh

aashaanwit, ki tum lautoge

chandan ki thandak odhke

prem ki roshni lekar.........

(dawanal- forest fire, wildfire ; shushk-dry; bhasmavshesh-ash; aashaanwit-full of hope)

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अहंकार तुम्हारा ..

छीन लेता है मासूमियत

उस बच्चे की, जो बैठा है

दिल के एक कोने में

दुबककर,तुम्हारे डर से

क्यों?

इक चिंगारी निकलती है,तुम्हारे

सीने को चीरती हुई ,और

निर्जीव,शुष्क, भावनाओं को

जला देती है फैलती हुई आग

दावानल की , और

रह जाता है भस्मावशेष

अहंकार मेरा ..

प्रतीक्षा में की कब

दावानल शांत होगा,और

ठन्डे भस्म से जन्म लोगे

नवीन तुम

प्रज्वलित करता है

प्रत्येक दिन एक दीपकवृक्ष

आशान्वित, कि तुम लौटोगे

चन्दन की ठंडक ओढ़के

प्रेम की रौशनी लेकर ..