FOR THE FIRST TIME

They say that love makes you a totally different person. The things that you see in day to day life, turns out to be the aesthetic one, and you wonder why were you not able to see the beauty of that thing earlier. You meet a totally different side of your personality, when you are loved by some one. May be my words are smaller and my knowledge lesser to describe the power of love… but its has always been the Elixir of Life…….


FOR THE FIRST TIME

For the first time in my life
I felt my heart beating,
I felt the blood
Running in my vein,
I realized my being
For the first time.
For the first tim
Air of life
turned in breath,
My soul got peace,
For the first time
I met myself
When I met you
Amidst our loneliness
Our silence
Amidst our failures
Amidst those dark lights.

That was your innocent
But not the sensuous smile
That gave me the treasure of life
To spend as per my choice.
In fact it was your faith
That my hope, my desire
Got their wings
For the first time ,
My dream started
Burning like fire
For the first time.

It were yours hands dear
That I was able
to touch the sky
for the first time,
It were your eyes dear
That I dived in deep ocean,
It were your lips
That I kissed a flower
For the first time.

For the first time
I got a life in your lap
A world full of stars
Moons and the sky
Full of happiness
Love and lights,
I realized thirst
I realized hunger
For the first time,
I got slumber
in my eyes
For the first time
So sweet, so deep
When I met you.

May be world
Cannot believe
But for the first time
I decided
I will live for love
Whether I will be
Able to live for
Life or not………..

BADALTA BHARAT- BIGARTA BHARAT

So again some bombings to deface the humanity… Certain people and their fanaticism, their ego and suffering for the common people. May be everyone is infuriated but the system has become such that you can’t express. You see the injustice and they force you to accept this mutely with folded hands and heads down. They say that the Country is doing well, its shining, but don’t tell that its doing well in terrorism, its shinning becoz of bombs and guns and not becoz of progress…

Politics of pleasing cannot take any nation far.. there comes a time, when we have to decide for the larger interest of the nation and sooner that time comes, better it is....




बदलता भारत , बिगडता भारत 

जीते जी कफ़न मुझको पहनाया जा रहा है
अभी ज़िंदा हु मुझको ये समझाया जा रहा है

कांटे भरी राहें  मेरी ज़िंदगी की कर के
कहने को रास्तों पे फूल बिछाया जा रहा है

क़त्ल कर के वज़ूद का मेरे सरे-आम
मुझे हंस के जीने को समझाया जा रहा है

छीन के खुशियाँ मेरी हाथों से सारी
दे के गम का खिलौना बहलाया जा रहा है

सीने में दिल नहीं है लोगों के यहाँ,रोओ की
आंसुओं का असर  होगा यहाँ बताया जा रहा है

अभी ज़िंदा हैं, नब्ज़ चलने से पता चलता है
फिर भी नफरत की चिता  सीने पे सुलगाया जा रहा है

कभी आबाद चमन थे ,अब सेहरा हो चले
जब से फूलों की जगह काँटों को उगाया जा रहा है

DIL KE TUKRE YU HI

Just trying to write down taking the same topic from Raise Your Voice blog...coz i liked the topic very fascinating...dEV i think u will like it... if not then again... try to like it...

Dil ke Tukre Yu Hi

Rehne de dil ke Tukre yu hi…
Ja chala ja tu rahon pe apni
Jakhm hare hain, dard hoga abhi
Phir sab kuch reh jayega yu hi..

Mat samet in tukron ko
Rehne de bikhra pada,ki
Yakin ho jaye issi apne tootne ka
Aur phir sambhal jaye ye dil yu hi…

Toot ke rota hai ye pagal
Annkhon pe chhaye hai aaj badal
Barasne de in aaknhon se gum
Phir thum jayega sailab yu hi….

THOSE GOLDEN DAYS.....

The days spent at College are undoubtly the best days... Every day a new day to start, a day full of joy,even a small thing,a reason to celebrate... a small failure makes you know, how much people care for you... Those are really the golden days of life... No tensions, no fears .....All joys... all sharings...Really unmatchable...Incomparable ....

THOSE GOLDEN DAYS.....

As I turned the book
Of memoir,
Some dry flowers
Some old pictures,
Some sweet smile
Flash before my eyes….

Those flowers sans smell
Those flower sans colors
Carry a whole world
Full of joys n pleasures.

And my heart becomes lighter
And goes back to memory lane
Those sunny days
Those cracking of jokes
All friends together
Those funny days.

Those rainy days
Singing rainy songs
all the way,
Walking down the lanes
Drenching ourselves in rain.

Wandering amidst nature
Vying to climb mountains
Singing songs by river
Sans rest, sans pains.

Every smile we enjoyed
Every tears, we share
Every failure we celebrated
Every success made us elevated.

Those days are now
Almost gone,
There are many faces
but still none.
My eyes are drawn in tears
Happiness like old song,
ringing in my ears….

My heart always asks....can we get a second chance to live in that Golden Moment... perhaps.. not... thats why they are called Memory....Sweet Memories... A thing to cherish for life the whole life...

YE SHAHER...WO GAON

For a very long time, I am trying to write a preface for this poem… about the difference between a village( can be regarded as the small town) and the Big metros and cities. But I am unable to write it.But while reading "Quiver" by Javed Akhtar Sa'ab, i found these lines apt for my preface and self efficacy to express my feelings...the lines by Javed Akhtar Sa’ab made it simplest by only two lines that runs like:


" इस शहर में जीने के अंदाज़ निराले हैं
होठों पे लतीफ़े हैं, आवाज़ में छालें  हैं  "

ये शहर वो गांव 

बहुत याद आती हैं 
गांव की वो पगडंडिया 
वो अपनों का संघ 
वो हंसी ठिठोलियाँ 
वो हँसते हुए चेहरे 
वो खिलती हुई कलियाँ 
दिल को जो सहलाए 
वो मीठी मीठी बोलियां 

खो गयी है शहर में 
मेरे गांव की वो कहानियां 
चेहरों की सादगी 
मीठी मीठी वो बोलियाँ 

कहाँ वो अपनापन 
कहाँ ये बेगाने 
कहाँ वो सादापन 
कहाँ ये अनजाने 

हूँ ढूंढ़ता फिर रहा 
हर एक गलियों में
मेरे गांव की वो मिट्टी 
वो मिट्टी का सोंधापन 

हूँ ढूंढ़ता हर अनजाने में 
बस थोड़ा सा अपनापन 
कही शायद मिल जाये 
मेरे गांव का वो सीधापन 


Now I feel that… we people, who become the part of this Big cities.. in the course of time, we too forget our real selves and wear the mask of the cities… but what if we can't change ourselves and nurture that goodness and bonding with mankind.. lets be the change we want to see...

WILL I BE ?

There are many a persons in your life, who are the source of inspiration and energy. With whom you can think of even conquering the world. But suddenly when that person faces the biggest trouble and you realize that he will be no more around you then the faith shatters and heart asks whether I will be able to hide my sorrow before him/her or not. How come we can assure him that things will come on right track, how come we can make them happy all the time so that they can forget all the pains. It’s a stage which is very impasse and our spirits give up and says perhaps its impossible to face that person with a smiling face and to sooth him. Death is certain, but we are not able to accept the truth…..

WILL I BE?
Through all my ups
In all my trouble,
It were you
Smiling beside me
Telling with silent eyes
Don’t worry I am there…

In the darkest of my life
In all the greatest strife
Amidst all disappointments
Through my decadence
You were there with me
Through my thick and thin…
Making each trouble smaller
Making each failure a start.

But as the days are slipping by
Like the sand from the hand…
Rolling tears from my eyes
Even Cant stop this plight

Making each your trouble tinniest
Making each your pain smile
Making each your day merrier
Making each your moment light
Will I be there in each of your fight
Will I be there in each of your strife……

My heart is full of strife
My Will getting stumble
Will I be able to stand by you
As you were for me…..
Will I be able to fight through
Holding your hands with mine
Looking in your eyes
Will I be able to say
Don’t worry I am here……

WO LADKA………..

वो लड़का 

हमेशा की तरह
मेरी आँखें
आज फिर ढूंढ रही थी
उस छोटे से
काले, घुंघराले बालों वाले
दुबले लड़के को
उस दूकान पे।

पता नहीं क्यों
शून्य सी उसकी आँखें
मेरे दिल में
नश्तर की तरह
हर बार चुभ जाती हैं
और मेरा मन
सिहर जाता है
उसके चेहरे का
वो खालीपन
और उसके माथे के
वो बल देख कर

और मैं खोजने लगती हूँ
अनगिनत मतलब
उसकी घूरती हुयी आँखों का..
मन काँप उठता है
उसके दो नाज़ुक कन्धों पे
पुरे घर का भार देख कर
उसके मासूम से चेहरे पर
बुजुर्गो सी सिकन देख कर

हर आने जाने वाले
बच्चों को
कौतुक हो देखती
उसकी आँखें ,
जिसमे तैर जाता है
दुःख, उनके जैसा
नहीं हो पाने का.....
झकजोर देता है
मेरे अंतरमन को....
अब शायद मैंने समझा
पेट की आग शायद
ऐसी ही होती है..
जो जला देती है
हर ख्वाब आँखों से
जो छीन लेती है
हर एक खिलौना
एक बचपन से....

शायद मैं हर बार
उस दुकान पे
वही बचपन
उसकी आँखों में
खोजने जाती हूँ
और बार बार नाकाम
हो जाती हूँ..... 

APNE - BEGAANE

Shall be blame the people, who doesn’t understand us? The people with whom you have shared the ups and down and always tried to help them out in all cases. Is the difference of opinion matters a lot that can fade the essence of any relationship, any friendship? They say, if you tell the world about the goodness done to any one, they take away all the glory. But can’t we expect a bit of consideration from that person?


APNE - BEGAANE

Band hai aankhein
Band hai kaan,
Band dilon ke darwaje hain
Kise kahein hum
Mann ki tadpan
Tang dilon ke darwaje hai.

Hansa hasaya logon ko gum mein
Bhool ke sari uljhan
Per aaj rota hai
Dil jo mera
Kyon ye saare begane hain.

Chehrein wo saare
Jo pehchan the meri
Aaj sabhi kyon anjaane hai
Chhipa ke dil ke
Dard hanste hai
Hum bhi to bus deewane hai…….

This is perhaps called Life… where you are suppose to move alone…. Without any expectations from any one you have to do your job…

FRIENDS FOR EVER

Friendship…may be pages will become lesser to write about it… A bond stronger than any other bond. A person who accepts you as you are… never wants you to change ….A person with whom you can share everything, who understands you and stands by you in all odds……

FRIENDS FOR EVER

I always think
Of the joys
You have brought
To my life,
Each moment
Merrier
Each day bright.

I always wonder
If, you would haven’t been
In my life
I would have never realized,
What a friend is,
What friendship is called?

I always think
That we may be apart,
Busy in our own world
But our shore touches
But our heart matches…

I always wonder
How great GOD is,
That he gifted me with
A friend like you….

I always ponder
If you would haven’t been
In my life
I would have been
Half Blessed.

I always wonder
If you would haven’t been
There with me
I would have one
Less dear one
In my Life…..

Friend who cries when you cry, who laugh when you laugh, who lets you forget each pain… Friend… A word that carries the world with itself.

DARE TO DREAM

The lines by G.B Shaw: “People look at the things and say why? I dream of the things that never were and ask WHY NOT? “ always runs through my mind and inspires me to think of unachievable and the dare ness to achieve them. Life is full of odds but it’s the light of your dreams that illuminate the ways and hopes that we will get what we want… what requires only is the courage to dream and have faith in them…..


DARE TO DREAM

“Those shinning stars
Far away in the sky,
Having twinkling, fading light
But throughout the night
Against darkness, they fight..
Do you dare to dream
Of catching them in your palms
Do you Dare to fight
Until u get your right.

Those beautiful butterflies
Red, Yellow, pink and white
On each face brining smile
Do you dare to fill
Each eyes with new reverie
Each face free of worry…

Do you dare to Dream
Brining smile to every face
Taking away plight from every one

Do you dare to dream
Making a scrape less world
Do You…. Dare to Dream like that…. “


Can you dare to dream for the betterment of others also rather than limiting to oneself….. Just try it…..

RAHEIN ....ZINDGI KI....

Have u ever seen the roads…. Curvy…. Long… black… and at some places so many ditches, rocky, ups and down…. Life is like these roads… some time smooth sailing and some time… hard….But these roads are indifferent ….they just how where one is supposed to reach and rest every person is supposed to decide…. Where they want to go… how they take the things in their life……




नहो दीखते हैं कोई निशान
धुल भरी पगडंडियों पे
न जाने कितने कदम गए होंगे
इन पगडंडियों से अपनी मंज़िल को
न जाने कितने कदम भटके होंगे
इन पगडंडियों पे चलते चलते

कितने चेहरे पुलकित होंगे
सफलता की सोपान चढ़
कितने चेहरें मुरझायें  होंगे
मंज़िल को न पा कर
लेकिन पगडंडिया तो बस मौन हैं
बेअसर है उनके लिए
सफलता और असफलता

मौन महात्मा की भांति
वो तो बस चुपचाप सबको राहें दिखती हैं
वो रहे जो जाती हैं
हमारी मंज़िल की ओर

पगडंडियां नहीं भटकती किसी को
ये तो बस इंसान है
जो भटक जाता है
खुद ब खुद
रहता नहीं वो अटल कभी
इन पगडंडियों सा
दिखाता  हुआ राह हर
आने जाने वाले को
वो तो बस खुद के लिए
राह तलाशते तलाशते
हो जाता है सबसे दूर ..... 

मैं और वो तारा .....

“Na Aashna har rehgujar,name harba har ek nazar
Jayen to ab jayen kidhra, main aur meri awargi……”




Sometimes in Life, everyone feels the low…..trying to find the meaning to his/her life…trying……unexplainable…….

" वो खामोश सा आसमां
वो तनहा सा तारा
वो खामोश सी मैं
मेरे दिल की तन्हाई  .......

वही हैं वो गलियां
वही रहगुजर है
हज़ारों हैं चेहरें
मगर वो किधर है .......

थमी हैं ये सांसें
जिन आहट के वास्ते
है मुमकिन नहीं
गुजरना उसका इधर से  ......

वो तन्हा सा तारा
मेरे दिल की तन्हाई
क्या चाहा था रब से
क्या किस्मत में आयी  .......

Aazadi.... Ya.........

Freedom has been the word utopia for the women. Even they can scale the great height, they can ride to moon, and they can fathom the immeasurable sea…. though there are social barriers that prove to be still invincible. The shackles of century old customs are still alive and being imposed forcefully on them if not in great measures. They are affected by these in many ways…. Even they are independent and self sufficient.
But the voice against this is brisk now as compared to earlier days. Now they are raising their voice and speaking their heart and mind against it. I pray, soon that day comes when we can decide about our lives without any interference. Amen…



Ek adhikaar kshetra se
Nikal kar
Dusre mein jana
Shayad yahi hai niyati
Har ladki ki.

Bahut thakane wala hai
Bojh in
Rasmon ki
janjeeron ka
Nahi utha sakti inhe
Meri ye kamjor kalayiyan.

Ye mera Kamjor
Antarmann
Nahi seh sakta
Itne chot,
Apne pe
Nahi bardasht
kar sakta ye
logon ki
taulti huyi nigahein,
Jo mehsoos karati hai
Jyon bazaar me
Baithe ho hum…..

Nahi saja sakti
Ye meri peshani
Parampara ke
Naam pe lage
is kale tilak ko
Jo nahi deta
Adhikaar mujhe
bolne ka
Mere hisab se
meri Zindagi jine ka.

HUM AUR TUM: EK SHURUAT

My heart always ponders over the fading essence of the relationship and human bonds of love. Why, people don’t care for each other? Why a small mistake made by our close and near dear makes us loosing all the faith and trust on him/her? Why the same neighbour who sips the cup of tea every day with us becomes the greatest foe that people become thirsty for their blood? Why… Gods never fight among each others but their devotees ?Why only being a Hindu or Muslim makes you eternal enemies? Can there be any place where these differences do not exist? For the great poet Shri Harivansh Rai Bachhan, its was Madhushala(a place where liquor is served),where there is no enmity, no difference……The poet writes:



"कही ना सुन पड़ता, इसने
हा ,छू दी मेरी हाला
कभी न कोई कहता , उसने
जूठा कर डाला प्याला

सभी जाति के लोग यहाँ पर
साथ बैठ कर पीते है
सौ सुधारकों का करती है,
काम अकेली मधुशाला "

The poet says that the root cause of this difference between Hindu and Muslim is the place of worships…. But the same become friend in his Madhushala.

"मुसलमान औ हिन्दू है दो
एक मगर, उनका प्याला
एक मगर,उनका मदिरालय
एक मगर ,उनका प्याला

दोनों रहते एक न जब तक
 मंदिर मस्जिद में जाते
वैर बढ़ाते मंदिर मस्जिद
मेल कराती मधुशाला "



My heart says… why not we also try to eliminate these differences…lets put a step towards it and bring a New World of Love and Tolerance……lets give it a hand……Hum aur Tum

तुम और हम  - एक शुरुआत 

वो चैन, जो आराम था,सुकून था जो साज था 
वो मोहब्बतें , वो दोस्ती,वो सादगी , वो मुंसिफी 
है खो गया,दिल रो गया,बर्बाद गुलिस्तां हो गया
चलो  ढूंढते है साथ चल फिर से आज तुम और हम ...... 


जहां भाई भाई के साथ था,हरदर्द था, हमराज था 
न हिन्दू, न मुस्लमान था, इंसा जहाँ इंसान था 
तहजीब कहाँ वो खो गयी, इंसानियत भी रो गयी 
ढूंढें चेहरों की भीड़ में उस इंसानियत को तुम और हम....... 

जहाँ दिल से दिल को ठौर हो, सब प्यार में सराबोर हो 
लबों पे रहे हमेशा हंसी, भीगे न कोई पलक कभी 
जहाँ प्यार ही बस एक जुबान हो, नफरत का ना नाम हो
चलो ढूंढते है उस कायनात को,आज मिल कर  तुम और हम.........

Copyright © 2006 [Kiran K. Singh]

MAIN ROK LETA HU ………

If ever someone will like me, he will feel the same way for me, as i feel for myself in these lines....so m helping him to express his feeling about me.....

मैं चाहता तो
झिरक देता
उसकी हर एक बात को
पर उसका वो मासूम सा चेहरा
वो भोली मुस्कान
हमेशा मुझे रोक देते है
और मैं कुछ
कह नहीं पाता......

वो दो चमकते
जुगनू
उसकी आँखों के
वो खनकती
सी हंसी उसकी
सुकून देती है दिल को
मैं रोक लेता हूँ
खुद को
कुछ कह नहीं पाता
मूक सा
हाथ बंधे
सुनता रहता हूँ
उसकी कहानिया .......

देखता रहता हूँ
उसकी आँखों के
वो दो चमकते जुगनू
और होठों पे खिली हंसी
हर बात के साथ
उसके हाथों का वो
गिरना उठना
ऐसा लगता है
की ये कहानी
सदियों से चली आ रही है
मैं बहता जाता हुँ
किसी नदी की तरह
 साथ उसके
लहरों में
चढ़ते उतरते.........

मैं रोक लेता हु
खुद को
कुछ नहीं कहता
क्यों की
शायद मुझको भी
अच्छा लगता है
बहना उसके साथ
धारे में
क्योंकि
मुझको भी अच्छा लगता है
शायद साथ उसका .......

WO MAJDOOR

I am in the construction industry. This is the place where you can find the real face of Life and the truth about the so called Government’s claim of alleviation of Poverty level in India. The life of the labour is not an easy one. Every day dig the well to drink the water. Accidents and deaths are their allies, unavoidable part of their life. Death even doesn’t stop their work, they gather for a while, do not have even right to mourn at the death of their allies or family more than few hours and then get back to their work…..Their children having emptiness in their eyes and life without a definite future.

But still I find them the most happy person. They celebrate their life each day, bringing tea in small polythene bag and sipping the cup of tea in group is a feast for them. They laugh, they chat, they crack jokes, they really enjoy the smallest thing of our life as the biggest joy of their life. We forget to celebrate the festivals in the hustle and bustle of our professional life and they… they live the each moment celebrating it…..

I really salute their spirit to live life fullest even in adversity and penury. My this poem takes a plunge in their never die spirit:

WO- MAJDOOR

मैंने देखा उन्हें
लड़ते जूझते
कठिनाईयों से ...

जीवन की विपरीत
परिस्थितियों में
मैंने देखा उन्हें
मुस्कुराते हुए


सर पर बोझ
पैरों में दास्तां की जंज़ीरें
फिर भी देखा
मैंने उन्हें
हंस हंस के गीत गाते हुए


अपना घोसला नहीं
फिर भी बड़े प्यार से
 दूसरों का आशियाना बनाते

खुले आसमा के नीचे
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हसीन ख्वाब सजाते हुए

घुट घुट के जीते
गम में भी हसते
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हर एक को जीने का
हुनर सीखते हुए
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हमेशा मुस्कुराते हुए



Can’t we celebrate each moment of our life… enjoying all the ups and down without losing hope and heart……..I think we can, if we all try…..

MY POEMS: YADEIN APNO KI

Today I am missing my home badly. Every one, who is far away from home must be missing their family, nothing new…..But me a brave heart… I really don’t think more about them.. its really not a routine work for me.
I am enjoying my great hobby of staring at sky and trying to identify each star in the night . It’s a routine job…… A thought crossed my mind today, whether the sky in my home is clear now or clouded. May be my family also be sitting under the same star scattered sky and the very thought made me miss them badly. The wind is blowing gently on my terrace, the sky scattered with the twinkling stars, and my heart! … my heart and my mind… fly far away to my home in this serene.
Suddenly the sweet memories of all those days spent there with my brothers and sisters appear before my eyes like the reel of the movie….and tears rolling out of my eyes…..How painful it is to be far away from them..... And the lines run through my mind :

यादें अपनों की 


हवा के झोंके की वो खुशबू जो कभी आती है
इस परदेश में अपनों की वो याद दिला जाती है .....

महकी महकी सी पुरवाई जो  कभी आती है
खिलखिलाहट वो अपनों की सुना जाती है। .....

यादों की किताब पे वक़्त गर्द जमा देती है
मेरी आँखों की नमी हर गर्द धुला जाती है। ... 

हर शोर में क्यों मुझे उनकी आवाज़ें सुनाई देती है
हर चेहरे में क्यों मुझे उनकी परछाई दिखाई देती है......  

 दूर देश से आने वाली, ये हवा भी अब दगा देती है
मेरे अपनों की वो हंसी जाने कहा गुमा देती है। ...... 

भूलना चाहू भी तो यादें नहीं भूलने देती
हा उनकी यादें मुझे अक्सर रुला देती है  .....


Perhaps this is the reason I don’t prefer sitting in silence… and keep myself damn busy….But memories hardly fade… its truth….

MY POEMS: MANAV- AAJ KA

Yesterday I was the turning the pages of the one of the best sellers “The World is flat” by Thomas L. Friedman. As the subtitle run: “A Brief History of 21st Century” in terms of business and Globalization and technological advances. The businesses are growing such that the distance doesn't matter now. Global Village is the buzz word now.

I was just wondering in between that if some one writes about the World from 20 years from now then why not any one is writing about the changes in Human being in 21st  century and the years ahead. World is flat now but has this also flattened the distances in the relationship. How much close people are now a days as compared to the earlier days? The World may have flattened but the distances in relationship has widened. Self centeredness is the way of life now a day. Mine is the nuclear family. I liked that but somewhere in the depth of my heart I always yearned to be surrounded with my cousins. I was really envious of my neighbour having so many cousins living together and enjoying the gala time.

One reason I find the K-serials attracting, is the way they present Indian Family. All living together under one roof and still having their own identifies, their own independent life and independent decision making abilities. May be that is the reason for the grand success of these Ekta Kapoor serials coz some where in the depth of our heart we all want to be like that and we place ourselves in their place while watching those serials. They fill the gap that is lacking in our life. But yes! no changes in real life.

The world is moving fasts and so is the human. Having no time for any relation any emotion. He is unable to realize the fact that the more civilized he is trying to become, savageness is being instilled at the same time in their nerves making him reckless. And may be at the end of the day, when this speed will stop, he will have nothing in his hands. The Water of Beautiful life given by God in his palms may have leaked out and he will be left with empty hands…….

मानव आज का 

दौडता शहर
भागते लोग
सूखती संवेदना
मिटती मानवता
सिमटी दुनिया जितनी
सिमटा उससे
कही अधिक मानव  .....

रिश्तों को तोड़ कर
स्वार्थी बन कर
अतृप्त सी
मृगमरीचिका सी
अभिलाषाओं के पीछे
दौडता हुआ मानव  ........
और अधिक
सभ्य बनने की चाह में
बनता गया दानव
आज का हर एक मानव



I wish the World becomes a village as they term it ,not only in business sense but in personal relations also and people again start valuing the relationships in their life and start caring for the others also.I wish that the world becomes so flat that the distances between the rooms of the brothers and the distances between the human beings is zeroed.

MY POEMS: HRASH MANAVTA KA

Rain has always been the cynosure of all the poets.From the time enumerable it has catch the fancies of all the poets to express their feelings. But in most of the cases Romance has been the essence of their poems.But again their are certain poets who find the rain a way to express their anguish.One such poem, i read in class Ninth.I am not able to recall the name of the poet and the whole poem.. but the way he has compared the Rain and the Black cloud with the Autocrats and blaming them for the dissimilarity in the society, i still find it unbeatable. Some lines that i can recall are like:

उतर रेत में 
आक जवास भरे खेत में 
मानी बादल 


A great satire on the political system in the line like:

कुपथ कुपथ रथ दौड़ाता जो
नीति उपदेशक वो है
लाज लजाती जिसकी कृति से
धृति उपदेशक वो है  ......

जनता भू पे है बैठी 
नभ में मंच गड़ा है 
क्यों जनता का पालनहार 
इतनी दूर खड़ा है 

And again complaint to the rain:

मानी बादल तेरी बिजली राह नयी दिखलाती नहीं रे  ....
उतर रेत में अाक जवास भरे खेत में


The poet says that like the rulers of the country, the rain is also meant for the rich and capable.It prays him " Utar ret mein, aak jawas bhare khet mein" to come in the courtyard of the poor and needy persons.

The same poem has always inspired me a lot.In such rain in year 2000,on the coffee table we were debating the humanity and the way the people has become selfish now a day with our parents. That discussion left me quite unrest.Seeing the falling rain from the balcony of my home, i found that this is not the rain but the Tears of Humanity.... who is crying some where in the corner.My lines started running with the rain like:

ह्राष मानवता का 


बरसे मेघ या
नयन मानस  के
फूट फूट के रोये
भय अनाचार से
आहत इस विश्व में
चैन से कैसे कोई सोये

क्रन्दन जो था
अभिशाप
अब वो जीवन बन बैठा है
क्यों आज का हर मानव
इतना ऐठा है

लोक लाज को छोड़
अधर्म से मानव हुआ सुसज्जित
रक्त पिपासु पुत्र
धरा फिर हुई है लज्जित

कदाचार है शान
अमर्यादा जीवनशैली
निज स्वार्थ पूर्ति हेतु
खेलता वो खून की होली

धमनियों से रक्त आज बह चला है
ऐसे मानव से तो शायद
पशु ही भला है

Have we ever thought where are we heading with these kind of selfishness and greed.. we are threatening our own quite essential existence... time to wake up... lest its late

My poems ..EK KONA AASMAN KA

Sometimes, you feel desolate for the things that doesnt shape up as per your desires.Evryday we face this kind of things. So many ambitions, so may goal, so many things, and so less time...But sometimes , it must also be happening to most of us that our desires are so small, but the circumsatnces dont let them to be fulfilled.And that time our Heart cries the foul:






"मांगे थे चंद सितारे
अपने दमन सजाने को
मैंने कब चाहा था
उगे चाँद हथेली पर मेरे  ....

जो दिल का दर्द आंसू बन
निकले मेरी आँखों से ,
खुदबखुद तैर गया अश्क़ो में
मेरी इन दो आँखों का चाँद

हमें मालूम है हदें
अपनी तस्सवुर की हर पल
जो सितारे भी न थे किस्मत में
चाँद मांगते कैसे हम
इन कोरी हथेलियों पे
सिमट जाते है सितारे
भला वो चाँद पहाड़ सा
कहा हम सम्भाल पाते  .....

समेट लो सारा तुम आकाश
ले लो रौशनी सारी
मगर दे दो मुझे एक तारा
और एक कोना
उस फैले आसमान का
जहां मैं चैन से जी लू
जहां कुछ ख्वाब सजा लू
जहां बिखरे न कोई मोती
मेरे दिल के अरमानो का
दे दो मुझे वैसे एक कोना .........


Its always hard to turn dream into reality, but Yes they do turn.. i have seen them....have faith my heart.. have faith..