Dard ka ehsaas....

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhko ....
Dil mein koi ranjish nahi ....
Bas ek kashmakash hai....
Kya aapney mujhe baksh diya?
Jo galti gussey mein ....anjaaney mein hui ...
Kya uss galti ki mein hi akeli malkin thi?
Taali ek haath se kabhi nahi bajti ....
Usski goonj milon dooor tak sunai padti hai ...
Par do haathon ki taali ...
Ek ki nahin.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe.....
Mein bhi iss gham mein uljhi hoon...
Barson ke saath ka khona...
Apney pyar ko dheerey dheerey tadapte dekhna....
Maine toh sab kuch kam umra mein hi gawaan diya ...
Kuch bhi baaki naa bacha jeeney ke liye....
Phir bhi doobti naav ko kinarey pe laayi ...
Do masoom chehron ke liye....
Ek manjar banaa diya apney astitva ka....
Ek aisi chitaah jali ...
Jismey sab khaakh ho gaya...
Bachi toh sirf raakh ...
Jo dhool mein mil hawa mein lipt ho gayi.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe ....
Isiliye likhti hoon ki aap akele nahi ....
Dard ke safar mein kayi saath hain ...
Buss hum unn ehsaason ko kalam de dete hain.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe...
Sachmuch ....
Saathi ke bichadney ka gham kya hai ...
Usska ehsaas hai mujhey....
Zubaan usska naam nahi leti ...
Par ehsaas hai mujhe.

Yaad hai woh toofan ....
Jo sab ujaad gaya....
Mera bagh mera chaman ...
Lekin mere bagh mein ab bhi phool khiltey hain ....
Kyunki ek yakin zindaa hai ....
Ki dard usey bhi bahut hua hoga ...
Jab ek hawa ka jhonka...
Hamarey gharondey ko tinka tinka kar gaya.
Usskey dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe ...
Uski aankhon mein dekha hai maine hum sabka dard ....
Par woh chupp hai...
Aur mein maun....
Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe.

Geeli Raet....Wet sand....

Woh geeli raet pe chalney ka ehsaas...
Aaj bhi yaad hai ....
Paer ki ungliyoun ke beech khisakti raet....
Samundar ke paani ke saath beh jaanewali raet ....
Paaon taley zameen khisakney ka ehsaas dilati raet.....
Geeli raet ...
Geeli raet ke Mahal ...
Ek leher kya uthi ...
Mahal ka naam -o- nishaan hi mit gaya....
Geeli raet .....
Bheegi raatein ...
Samundar ke namkeen paani ke chand cheentey ....
Maujon mein uthti doobti naav....
Geeli raet ....
Jaal mein phansi tadapti machchaliyon ka dard ....
Geeli raet dekh sab yaad aa gaya...
Sab ehsaas jaag uthey...
Insaan ka jism bhi ek din ...
Geeli raet mein samaa jayega....
Mitti se bana putla...
Mitti mein mil jayega....
Baaki reh jayenge peechey kuch nishaaniyaan....
Waqt ka takazaa hai ....
Har din ek samaan nahi hota....
Jab ehsaas hoga.....
Geeli raet khisak chuki hogi pairon taley.

Of Diamonds & Jade ....

Someone suggested I wear ....
Diamonds and Jade to ward off the EVIL EYE...
Damn ... I would love to ...
But, I believe a woman's .....
Diamond and Jade .... are her MAN.
If she proudly wears her Man.... Takes his name with pride ...
She needs no gem stone to ward off anyone ....
Take pride in what you have ....
I do.
If I am on a sabbatical ....
It is for a purpose ...
To study more ...
Propound new theories in Education ....
Education isn't separate from Emotions ....
They run parallel.
My Diamond and Jade are my books for now.....
They truly make me rise above ...
Above all the petty issues that boggle a human mind...
My Diamonds are the little ones who come under my wings each day ...
Who trust me ...
Look at me for encouragement ...
Their jaded beauty .... forfeits all else.
My Diamonds and Jade are the people ...
Who trust me with their little ones...
They know.... I stand between the kids ....
And, any harm that may come their way.
I am not made of Iron ...
Am not Iron man ....
But, I have nerves of steel...
That don't rust with time ....
It just becomes stronger day by day....
My Diamonds and Jade collection is getting bigger and bigger....
Am happy.

Sparks ... from the fire...

You can see the sparks flying ....
The fire catching up ...
Every year they burn him ...
Call him evil ...
But, he was way too holier than the holy ....
He was a scholar ... remarkable one ...
He was  a great lover ... never touched the other woman....
Not even the one whom he brought home ....
The holy one discarded her ...
He revered her ...
For he knew who she was.
Burn the holy one ...
For she never went back to him ...
She rather buried herself in Mother Earth ...
But never went back to him.
The triumph of what over Evil?
There is no evil ....
It's all in the mind .....
A mirage ...
A lie we live year after year....
Ravana ... I love you ....
Ravana .... I rever you...
I worship you O' Lord of the Asuras....
For you were holier than the holy.
You knew right from wrong ....
You knew what you were doing ...
He doeth unknown in the hurt he caused ....
She never went back to him.
It is not for the World that you should live ...
Try living for yourself once ....
Learn from the experiences ...
Learn from the ten days.
On the Tenth day, do not burn ...
The one to burn is the holy one ...
For he hasn't attained moksha yet ...
He is still searching his own end.
The sparks from the fire...
They shall burn our World ...
The end is near ....
So, the new can be born ....
From the ashes and the water ...
A new life will begin.
Sparks from the fire ...
Foretell the future ...
The future of an unsaved World.

The Swan within ...

Ducklings all around ....
You don't make a quack sound ...
You Honk ...
Realize ... you are  a Swan within ...
A lovely, beautiful bird....
Different from others...
Ever graceful in appearance ....
The rest are all ducks ...
Being prepped for a roast.
You have risen above all ....
The highest abode in the World....
Displays the home ... the lake ...
Your abode....
The coolest place of them all ...
A place people die to reach ...
Your abode ....
Your Shangrilla....
 A heavenly experience ...
Yours only ...
None else has seen it the way you see it ...
Visualize the end ....
In such a place ....
The final resting place....
The Swan within .....
The dance of the Swan ....
A sight to see....
Seen by very few....
Go dance and make merry....
For tomorrow may never come.

Fill in the blanks...

We had exams ....
The most favourite questionnaire used to be ....
Fill in the blanks ..
That was life as a student...
Today, life's lessons ... are different...
But, the questions remain the same ...
For which there is no teacher...
Preachers, yes ...
But no guide ....
No question bank ...
The most difficult question in the paper of life ...
Fill in the blanks.

The Echo ....

The sound of what we uttered ....
Coming back to us ...
Over and over again ...
Every word said or unsaid ....
The echo ...
From the sky ...
To the hills ...
The dusty roads ..
To wild rivers and frothy ocean ...
The waves rushing towards you ...
Reminding you ...
Echoes in the background ....
Sounds you have heard before ....
Words he said ...
His voice echoes in your head ....
All the time.
He would sing at the top of his lungs ...
Yet lyrical and melodious...
Beautiful voice ...
It echoes all the time in my head ...
Deep within beckoning ....
Saying I am innocent ...
I didn't mean to ....
But, it happened ....
Right?
Living with the memory of that voice ...
Relentless in my heart and soul ....
I immerse myself in my world ...
I tried muffling it ...
None could match the amplitude ....
A voice that is unique cannot be erased ....
It remains ...
None can take it's place ...
Not in this lifetime.
The echo allowed me to move on ....
Coz' it keeps coming back to me ...
The echo remains ....
That is all that is needed to be happy ....
Beautiful melodious voice ...
Erratic antics ...
So different from others.

Of cowboys & Aliens .... August August....

I refuse to believe otherwise ....
Yes, I remember clearly ... very clearly ...
I had blogged about it then too ...
Yes, I was running a temperature ...
 A fever that had rendered me unfit to report to work ...
I was all alone ....
And, he came ...
All the way ...
He came just to be with me ... take care of me ..
To lift my spirits ....
Despite the fact that there was a situation....
And chaos at his workplace ...
He came and was with me ...
Till he tuck me in my bed and left.
He was there ... that wasn't business.....
That was caring and sharing ...
That was the pure embodiment of love ....
I refuse to believe otherwise.
He knew I was down in the dumps....
He took me for this movie ....
Knowing fairly well my taste for Cowboys ...
Yes, we went for a movie despite my fever ...
I felt rejuvenated ...
I never felt so good before....
All weakness abolished ...
All smiles ...
Just him and me ...
Watching a movie....
A large tub of popcorn ....
Three samosas (Regular feature) and ...
A large Coke .... yup..
That's right....
He knew my taste ....
He knew my taste in food ...
He knew my taste in clothes ....
He knew my taste in shoes...
He knew my taste for good life ....
That's what we lived and breathed till we parted ways...
Why did we part ways?
I dunno ....
I don't want to go there ....
But we did part ways ....
An august August to remember ...
Of Cowboys and Aliens ...
The Cowboy I knew ...
Now Alien to me....
Numb to my senses ...
For that's what is the best way to remember the past ....
And, move on ...
Move on ... we have....
But, yet somewhere a tug, a nagging feeling ....
All is not right ....
Somewhere a gut feeling .....
There was something ...
Something he wanted to say ....
And, I silenced him ....
I didn't hear him out ...
I just shut my ears and eyes ....
And, he nodded his head in despair ...
And, walked away....
An Alien walked away....
The Cowboy remained shut in the confines of my heart .....
The keys to the door of which thrown in the ocean....
Never to be found again...
A feverish rendition of an august August.