Posts Tagged ‘Reality

22
Feb
17

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?

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The living are tiring.

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12
Nov
16

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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18
Apr
16

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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22
Nov
15

Rethinking

 “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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22
Aug
15

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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15
Apr
15

#38

The waves of colour

submerge me and I drown

with joy

revelling in silvery-gold downpour.

The music ecstatically

swirls intricate blue sources of radiance;

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19
Feb
15

वास्तविक्ता

ठहरी हुई ज़िंदगी की गोद में,
दौड़ते वक़्त को सीने से लगाए,
निस्तब्ध हूँ मैं आज.

कफ़न में संजोए ख्वाबों के बादल लिए,
इक आसमाँ की तलाश में,
बेसुकून हूँ मैं आज.

जाने किस के आशियाने में,
अर्सों से वजूद ढूँढता,
बेघर हूँ मैं आज.

कंधों पर ताने उठाए,
लहू के कतरे निगलता,
अधमरा हूँ मैं आज.

सर्द हवाओं में,
खुद के अफ़साने लिखता,
बेहिसाब चल रहा हूँ मैं आज.

खुली आँखों से ख़ाक सींचता,
चेहरे पर नकाब लगाए,
बेशर्म हो गया हूँ मैं आज.

चौराहों और नुक्कड़ों पर,
सरेआम
खुद को बेच रहा हूँ मैं आज.