Chances

Take your chances, O' lonely soul,
Lest the passions are abating,
Seek the comforts of present not the past, for
The time rushes while these keep on debating.

Worried of the chances that you will lose?
But equal are that of winning, if not more,
What use is such caution in what to choose?
When you remain stuck, stagnant & quite unsure!

Life is short and keeps on fleeting,
While we keep worrying if it will work or won't,
What is the point of doubting & bleating?
When it's our effort that it'll do or don't!

पाप की परिभाषा

आज के कलियुग में जहाँ
पाप-व्यभिचार सदा-सद पलता है
इस शहर-उस शहर, हर नगर, हर देश से
हंसते-मुस्कराते, हाथ हिलाते, सिर उठा निकलता है।

राह चलते हुए राहगीरों को वह पकड़ता है
हर किसी के मन को वह अंततः जकड़ता है
और गलत राह पर ले जा कर वह अकड़ता है

(जो मन मे एक बार पाप को बसा लेता है तो उसे निकलना मुश्किल हो जाता है। पाप यहां मन में बैठ कर यह बता रहा है कि वह क्या है)

कहता है, "मैं हूं यहां, इस देश और विदेश में,
मैं ही वासना, मैं ही चिंता , मैं ही कुंठा, मैं ही मन के द्वेष में,
घूमता हूँ मैं यहां सब मानवों के वेश में!

और पार नहीं पा सकते हो तुम मुझसे या मेरे किसी भी नाम से,
नहीं निकल सकते फिर मेरे किसी काम के अंजाम से
घर कर लेता हूँ फिर मैं उस पवित्र आत्मा के रूप पे,
नहीं जा सकते हो तुम फिर ऊपर कहीं इस धाम से!

छोड़ूँगा तो नहीं मैं तुमको अपने किसी खयाल से,
और मुक्त नहीं होने दूंगा मैं तुमको माया के इस जाल से!
मैं खड़ा हूँ राह पर तुम्हारे बनकर एक आसान रास्ता,
हाथ थामोगे तो उठा दूंगा तुम्हारी सच्चाई पर से आस्था!

और तुम नहीं राम कि मुझको तुम मार सकोगे,
न ही तुम हो कृष्ण, न्याय की राह तुम पहचान सकोगे!
न तुम अर्जुन, न तुम भीष्म, न तुम धर्मराज हो,
न तुम लक्ष्मण, न तुम भरत, न रघुवंश तुम आज हो!

कहाँ पर भागोगे जब तुम्हारे मन को मैं हथियूंगा?
कितना पुण्य कर पाओगे जब हर ओर से घिर आऊंगा?
मैं ही था वो जिसने सदियों पहले मंदिरों को जलवाया था,
मैं ही था जिसने नालंदा और तक्षिला को मिटाया था,
मैं ही था वो जिसने मुगलों से खूनी खेल खिलवाया था,
वह भी मैं ही था जिसने चित्तोड़ दुर्ग में माताओं को आग में धकेला था,
और जालियांवाला के खूनी खेल का भी मैं कारण अकेला था!


फिर भी अचंभित होकर डरता हूँ खत्म हो जाऊंगा,
एक उम्मीद की छोटी किरण से भी जलकर भस्म हो जाऊंगा!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9ISBTgCjWo&t=82s

पार तो फिर भी करना होगा

Inspired from and Dedicated to Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee

हो राह में यदि आकाश,
सूर्य की तरफ उड़ना होगा,
बीच तड़ित से चमकते बादलों को
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

जब नदी में हो वेग गजब,
और नौका फंसी मझधारों में,
धैर्य तो फिर भी धरना होगा,
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

विपरीत दिशा की धारा में,
चप्पू चलाते रहना होगा,
प्रखर प्रवाह से टकराएगा पानी तब भी,
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

अवरोध बनी हो चट्टानें पथ पर,
उठ, पंख फैला कर उड़ना होगा,
चढ़ कर नहीं तो कूद कर ही सही,
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

जीवन नहीं होता किसी के लिए आसान,
जीने का अर्थ समझना होगा,
हाथ बढ़ाकर ही, छीन के अवसर लेना होगा,
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

परेशानी-तकलीफें तो आएंगी,
इनसे सीख जीने का आनंद लेना होगा,
हीरा बनने के लिए संघर्ष-अनल में जलना होगा,
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

जब भूमि जलते अंगारे हो,
दृष्टि में कहीं न ठंडे किनारे हों,
तब हृदय को पत्थर बना इस अग्निपथ से गुजरना होगा,
यह अग्निपरीक्षा तो देना होगा।

पार तो फिर भी करना होगा
पार तो फिर भी करना होगा।

Travelling down your memory lane

How do I begin to tell you

of how I feel about you?

I found you out of the blue,

when I was down, thought I was through.

I miss what we had,

it was just months ago,

and I will forever cherish that time spent,

precious, before we had to go.

I had no idea at that time,

that my heart will become so close to thine.

It still is, though I am alone, again,

travelling down your memory lane.

The life with my sister

 

Hey Dear Sister,

Warning: Not limited to just praises. LOL.

It does not seem so long ago that we were fighting and bickering over who gets the remote of the television so that we can watch our favourite programs when I visited you to get away from all the craziness of Engineering college only to land in yours. Which consisted of constant differences in our opinions. You with a flexible and fun loving view of leading life and me with a stoic and a rigid view filled with rules to be followed for every small thing. Or shall I say, me with a very introverted nature and you with an extrovert nature. It certainly was no picnic for me. Then there were disagreements, there were our fights, our wrestling for the T.V. remote and, though less frequent, asking for your pretty friends phone numbers (*smile). In other words, you were the complete opposite of me. I had been exasperated, resigned, infuriated, confused, bewildered and very annoyed at times.

And now, you are married. You have become a woman, a wife, a source of inspiration and a beloved partner of someone - his constant companion in everything in this tumultuous journey of life. And let me tell you it is still not easy for me, au contraire, it is now more difficult because now I do not remember the times that I have been angry at you, fought with you or secretly ate the portion of the chocolate that was supposed to be for you (*grin). No! Now all these things seems so petty that they do not matter to the least.

In fact, what appears to be real and what appeals now most to the soft and delicate part of my nature are the memories of you putting cool wraps on my head during high fever, or reminding me in almost a scolding way to take my medicine which I got from Red Cross Hospital,  or making maggi for yourself but still sharing with me a portion of it, or going out to eat at - 'Sagar Gere' or 'Dominos' or whatnot restaurants there were - with me in the evenings, or making macroni for me which you know is my favourite only when you make it, or patiently listening to me ranting about the evil deeds of my ex-girlfriend, etc. the list goes on and on. Everything matters now, every small little thing that appeared to be trivial at that time now holds a certain emotion with it. And that's how life goes on, happiness and good memories happen by the accumulation of small things in life, so never miss them. Also, in addition to that, the most important thing in any relationship, more than love itself, is Respect for each other, rest everything follows. This is a little piece of advice that I give you with all my love for in the beginning of this grand and awesome journey you two are going to embark upon together.

I do not know how many times we will be able to meet in the future, we both are going to be very busy from this point forth. So, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you what all this meant to me, what you mean to me (I am getting a little teary-eyed here, silly old me). You are my little sister after all. I may now open the gate of your home when I visit Bhopal and not meet with the shrill  yet warm with concern greeting of yours that "You're here". You are beginning a new journey in your life, a journey you may find gratifying to an extent that it may translate into the "meaning of life". Congratulations!

Love you sister!

Love,
Anshu

P.S.: I will still disturb you sometimes with my poetries being published and anything new I write.

P.P.S.: Give my greetings to Abhimanyu and wish him my best.

Divine

Love is divine,

Or the divine is love.

As the only truth that exists,

As the ecstacy that persists.

Immortal, of the irremovable signs,

A story of past, yet divine.

I miss you then

Whenever newer events arise,
I miss you silently in disguise.
Disguise of an empty smile,
sometimes crooked, mindless all the while.

When I wake to the chirping sounds,
outside my window, all around.
Breaking away from your dreams
All I long then is to hear,
your soft whispers in my ear,
your gentle coaxing for me to rise
to stand up and face the day
with all that's best,
not needed to say.
I miss you then and all minutes to come.

As I slowly, in a daze,
discern tiny droplets touching my face,
it slowly dawns upon my mind
it's raining outside, with a pain.
I wish then to take a ride,
with you throughout, by my side.
We go to the hills perhaps,
a silent, overwhelming, beautiful space,
your sweet kiss and warm embrace.
I miss you, sitting in this crowded yet, a lonely space.

The lonely evenings spent alone,
without your concern, without your scold,
I loose myself in my closed room,
and go to the place where memories bloom.
I miss you then in every breath,
as I slowly drift between disguised smiles and gloom.

Embrace

I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about.

 

A warm summer's sweet delight,
closer, looking in her eyes,
sitting huddled in the sand,
beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs.

Passions high, entangled limbs,
kisses balmier than a rose's lips.
Sunset, dusk and moonlit nights,
all merry, all rejoice.

Heavenly abode, where else it is?
where lies mankind's most craving smiles?
Where but in love's most embracing arms!
Where but in those stolen glance!

Mine?

Oh! How exquisite are the flowers!
How enthralling their smell!
that wafts with the breeze.
How poised is the moon!
gleaming above, full with beauty,
hooking the heart with such an ease.

In the moonlight there stood she,
a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me,
a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook
of terrible aches of heart and body and mind,
the damsel, mending me, but slowly it took.

I was drawn towards her in that pleasant rain,
getting up, mending, slowly, inspite the pain.
I looked up towards the life I want,
embraced in the soulful dance, love entrant,
Delved so deep, no can or can't.

She took withered hands of mine in hers,
and kissed each in turn with her lips divine,
waking me up, shaking me up,
swelling with joy, welling tears of love enshrined,
her soothing whispers, kisses untimed.

I was halfway up to her embrace,
halfway through to complete this race,
a race with myself, to leave behind,
insecurities, torments, timidity and memories unkind,
And then, I belonged, from my heart and mind.

She smiled and kissed me leaning halfway down,
murmuring those words & I was a king without a crown,
I prayed and prayed and yearned the end,
the doubts in my heart and my body to mend,
I was happy, jovial - in bliss, without pretend.

I was about to reach to my fullest height,
towards that dream of divine love at first sight,
Yet her hold slackened upon my hand,
and her gaze turned cold as Hades's land.
I was drifting again to the world of pain,
with no hand to pull me out of this shame.

I woke up sweaty and with a start,
in hope to hold onto whom I gave my heart,
But where was she? Where vanished that appeal?
Where was that world, that girl and those feelings ethereal?
Was it all inside my mind? Or was it real, truthfully, love defined?
I hope to know, I hope to find,
through all the tribulations and promises kind,
were they false, a figment of mind or was she mine!

The truth of Life

Beyond this day, if we shall find,

a loss of will to yearly stroll,

and seek the meek embrace,

of beloved sleep and swelling toll.

 

It means we will soon in time,

see life's greatest truth.

An old friend will come and greet,

in the morning chirps or night owl's hoot.

 

He, the death, is most trustworthy of our ends,

rest were just mirthless games,

of old friends or foes, doubtful,

devious, with varied masks they played.

 

He stands behind every door,

to shake your hand one day

just nod and smile, same jovial mood,

when maybe few times in your life

you pass those menacing corridors.

 

Do not fear but be delighted,

it is the fate of every being.

Like the butterfly from its cocoon,

it is a new, another journey yet to be seen.

 

Live the life free of hate,

and grasp his hand with a merry look.

Pass free of any bounding yearning,

as there is no question in the end

of what you made and what you took.

 

It is the divine truth of life,

ugly sometimes it may seem.

But death is the ultimate absolute,

of every mortal, every life, resolute.

 

He is the constant companion of every being,

Oblivious to their actions in life.

Standing between heaven and earthen layer,

as an unalterable truth,

with every soul and every prayer.