Karvachauth..... A farce women believe in ....

Karvachauth .....
Does it really stand the test of time?
In today's times ....
Does it really have any meaning?
Do people really keep the fast with the same feelings over a period of time?
No, They don't.
It has just become another ritual to show off ....
Your jewellery ...
Your social status.....
Your false sense of belonging to a man....
His false act of being the ideal husband.....
Nah... Just a false belief ...
Just a false ritual ....
Married whores...
Staying in a loveless marriage ...
Just for the sake of comfort and riches...
Nothing else...
Spreading their legs for a man ....
Who must have done it to half a dozen others during the day....
And, at night with half a dozen others.
The one wearing the Red Vermillion waiting upon her so called husband....
Actually waiting upon the moon to show up ...
So that she can eat her food.... Hungry women...
Only a grand show of grandiose tomfoolery.
The very essence of true love ...
Has been lost forever ....
What with marriages fixed for material gains....
What with feelings expressed to fool someone....
Yet, I keep this tradition alive ...
Albeit not for anyone anymore ...
For myself ....
For the woman in love with the supreme being ...
The one who makes the World come alive.
A farce women want to believe in ....
Karvachauth.... a false belief ... nothing else...
The men for whom they keep this fast ...
Fast asleep in someone else's arms.

An Oak Vat...

Life is like an Oak Vat.....
The grapejuice turns into fine wine here ...
Over a period of time ...
Fermented ... kept covered within ...
Letting the yeast work on it ....
The taste ... The fine fruity flavor....
The smell .....
The swirl of the wine ....
The bubbles rising slowly ....
All indicative of a life well preserved ....
In the Oak Vat....
The Vat of life....
The colour and flavour seeping in the wine of life....
Oak Vat .... Fine wine ... Mature wine ....
They say a wine and a woman are best enjoyed....
When they have matured over a period of time.

Laqeerein .....

Laqeerein ...
Haath ki laqeerein ...
Taqdeer ki laqeerein ...
Laqeerein jo humne kheenchi ....
Waqt ki raet pe....
Woh laqeerein ...
Jo sagar ki ek lehar mitaa gayi.

Laqeeron ka kya hai ....
Bina haath walon ki bhi ek kismet hoti hai ...
So laqeeron pe kyun jaana....
Apni kismet ko aazmaana...
Laqeeron ko kya hai ...
Zameen pe aaj yahan hain toh kal wahan....
Haqeeqat jo he ....
Usey kya jhuthlaana...
Tammam umra laqeeron ko dosh naa dena ....
Unka kya hai ...
Banti aur bigadti hain ....
Dosh toh hamara hai ...
Jo sab par bharosa kar baithey.

Par koi gilaa nahi ...
Naa hi koi shikwaa hai....
Talli kabhi ek haath se toh bajti nahi.

Hum kal bhi khush thei ....
Aur aaj bhi ....
Bekhudi ka aalam hai ....
Par tanha na hum kal thei ... naa aaj hain.

Gham nahi ki zamaaney ne dhoka diya....
Zamana kya hai?
Kuch bhi nahi ....
Hum thokar pe rakhte hain duniya ko ....
Hum duniya ko nahi ....
Duniya hamein salaam bajaati hai.

Taqdeer ki laqeer ....
Ek waham hai ...
Buss kuch aur nahi ....
Wahi hota hai..,
Jo manzoor e khudaa hota hai ...
Aur khudaa laqeer nahi banata ....
Woh Taqdeer banata hai ....
Taqveer ke liye....
Hum hi bhool jaatein hain ....
Tasveer ke liye.

Mein akeli nahin ...

Naa mein akeli nahin hoon ...
Mere saath hai mera wajood....
Mere honey ka ehsaas ....
Meri shakshiyat ...
Mera apna naam ...
Ek naam jo mere naam ke saath juud gaya....
Woh hai mere saath ....
Maine apna naam nahi badla...
Usi naam se aagey badi ....
Naa mein akeli nahi ...
Mere saath mere naam ka balm hai.
Mein akeli nahin ...
Mere saath meri yaadein juudi hain...
Kuch khatti ... kuch meethi ....
Kuch kadwi ... par har ek ko yaad karke ....
Ek naya sabak yaad aa jata hai ...
Zindagi mein sabab aa jaata hai.
Har ek yaad mujhe ehsaas dilati hai...
Zindagi ke sirf chand lamhe hotey hain....
Unhey loota do ....
Agar kisi ko khushi de sako do de do .....
Kal phir bahar aayegi ...
Naye phool khilengey .....
Aap ka aangan phir khusiyon se mahek uthega....
Chaman hara bhara hoga ....
Aasman neela hoga....
Aur jab badra chaaeyegi ...
Baarish ki boondein apne saath sab dard....
Bahaa kar le jayengi....
Ek ufaan machega sagar mein ....
Aur phir sab shaant ho jayega.
Mein akeli nahi....
Mere saath yeh chand... yeh gagan aur yeh taarey hain....
Mere saath mere saharey hain.

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.