Posts Tagged ‘Reality


Residents, visitors and other beings extraordinaire! 2

 “I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.” –  Emily Dickinson

I once read somewhere, that, ‘there is nothing like attracting birds to a birdbath……It’s also great to watch birds at feeders, but there’s something particularly exciting about watching birds splashing away or sipping water from a bath.’ However, the bird baths that I have, draw more birds than the feeder, and, there are certain bird species that do no use the feeder at all. And yes……………………..a pecking order exists!

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Just yesterday?


आज सारे कोदंडधारी राम, सबके सब,

स्वर्णमृगों के पीछे गए, और लौटे नहीं,

सारे के सारे लक्ष्मण रावण से मिल

गए, और रेखा खींची नहीं।

सारे जटायु सीताओं की रक्षा में,

अनगिनत रावणों के हाथों

शहीद हो गए कट-कट कर ध्वस्त हो गये।

शेष रह गए हैं अब

बेशुमार सम्पाती

जो सूर्य की ओर, चार वर्षों में

केवल, चार कदम चल पाये, और

सत्य पर लगे स्वर्ण के ढक्कन से

अभिभूत होकर, उसी से चिपक गए,

फिर उन्होंने अपने चमचों से

अपनी चार-कदमी उड़ान के गीत गावये।

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The Dead and the Living

“I think I had a mother once…” – Peter Pan

I feel cheated.

Natural death has disregarded me.

Once again I have lost out.

With innumerable masks resounding with hushed, unspoken and unshed tears of shrieks, I am left in this shambles not knowing what to do? Where to go? Whom to talk to? What to talk about?  Whom to relate with?


The living are tiring.


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रक्त जड़ित आँसू

मज़बूर हूँ मैं वक़्त के तकाज़े से
मरदूद नोटों के तिलिस्मी आने-जाने से,
दिलोदिमाग के अंदर की चीखें निकल नहीं रहीं
हम खफ़ा हैं खुद अपनी
हयात से.

खंज़र से ज़्यादा नुकीले शब्दों ने
ज़हन को छलनी कर दिया,
फिर हमारी धात्री ने अपना
काम करवा के
नाकामियत की
माला से सजा दिया.

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एक हक़ीकत यह भी!

“मैं हँसी के जाम में, ज़िंदगी का ज़हर पीता हूँ,
फेंक कर पतवार को हाथों से नाव खेता हूँ.”
“मैं क्या हूँ? कहाँ का हूँ? कैसे बताऊँ?
मैं – एक वह हूँ, जो मैं समझता हूँ मैं हूँ
एक वह हूँ, जो दूसरे समझते हैं मैं हूँ
असली मैं, इन दोनो बीच कुछ हूँ.”
– कुछ पंक्तियाँ कविता संग्रह ‘क्षण घूँघरू’ से (लेखक: स्वर्गिय प्रोफेसर रमेश कुमार शर्मा)

जिंदगी की ‘जेब में
इक छेद क्या हुआ,
सिक्कों से ज़्यादा
रिश्ते सरक गये.’

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 “If there is one thing that you aim to do in your life, it’s not to take people for granted because one day when everything is falling apart, those people who were always there before, might not stick around to be there again…” – Anon

Recently, I was told that I should rethink the meaning of friendship. I wanted to point out to this individual that I, more-or-less, rethink about everything. Especially, my relationship(s) of any sort with anybody. I tread with great care and do not intrude upon.

But I did. Think – that is, in order to unearth why this person was so agitated? What was I supposed to analyze? Was it because I rejected a munificent, albeit an unasked for gesture?

I remain befuddled.

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The Exploitative Potato

“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.” – Ray Bradbury

There is a small, scattered group of individuals, who for some inexplicable reason follow my blog-posts. Out of these few, there is a wee faction that never comments but always send me mail. This is also the same crowd who were fairly flustered during the long hiatus I took from blogging. Recent mails have stuff like, “Please don’t write in Hindi……Why verse only………Why don’t you write something else……..about people?”

Well! I don’t have much to say and even if I did – who would be interested or understand?

What is the point of talking about people who carry their window-frames, through which they look at me and dissect and offer unsolicited advice? Then go away pacified within themselves that they have done their bit – leaving behind the sacrificial goat that has yet to die completely and then, the plot with accompanying laughter, thickens.

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