ओस की आस

 हरे पत्ते पर,
                 ओस की बूंदों नें
             ज्योंहीं की चहलकदमी ...

             गीलेपन के साथ
                   पत्ते ने कहा ,
             "क्यों आए हो
                   टूटते तारे बनकर ...
               जब सूरज की नारंगी किरणें
                 ले जाएंगी तुम्हें ...
               और रह जाएगी

                      बस ...
                  इक ओस की आस"

                 ओस की नन्हीं-सी
                       इक बूंद ने कहा,

                         "एक यही आस है
                    जो जिन्दा रखती है मुझे
                                हर रोज ...
                    मृगतृष्णा नहीं,

                            सत्य हूँ मैं ...

                     इक बूँद में सही,

                          पल भर सही ... "

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The girl was in between 18-21,20 I guess(may be because I like even more than the odds)and was trying to uncurl the curls on her face pink out of the heat around.She tried to cover her face also using a satin skarf but due to nasal heat she put it off.She was wearing a blue balloon offsleeve top on a light blue denim jeans with tiny diaphanous patterns having nice golden belt and golden belly shoes.She was sitting outside the domestic airport and trying to read out the book she bought to shoo away the ennui of wait.Yes it appeared she was waiting for someone since every few minutes she was exonerating the book of the accusation of not being entertaining to her.This time she looked desperate for something else apart from this accused.Among the carry ons she had one small trolley bag and one purse with a smiling teddy hanging along the zipper,(seemed to be somebody's gift).She went to the food court and took two sandwiches:one butter and one chicken.Book was now relaxing inside the hand bag and she was eating.She took out the bottle of water from the hand bag and read the message,"drink all your tears ,love you"...and one drop fell.................
(feeling sleepy..will continue the sojourn in the next post..hopefully tommorrow..good nite ma,papa,my plants..,good nite girl,though it is day in your world)
She had beautiful pair of eyes that came out of the dark sunglasses after she felt the drop rivuleting along her hand.She tried to dry them up and plead to refrain this last time as she always says.After a long wrangle between them finally they stopped but turned red which she also can't fade.So she put the glasses on again.She sipped the coffee but it could't push the lump in her throat.She sighed ,took a long breath and walked across the subway looking for an auto since all the passengers had already left and the private vendors and sellers again started trolling till next landing.
Her watch shined at 16:00 hrs in the dusky clime.Her watch was an antique, ticking for 24 hr time system and one of her favourites amongst her pack-rat treasures.She got this watch as a reward from her father when she completed her kathak  post graduation  and made  one of her awaited dreams true.
she was actually not getting late since she could stay at one place quite long but she wanted to change this clumsy place........to be continued

 Sometimes thoughts come beforehand but their implications strike when they have to........

since 2007 to 2010,some things have changed but I think these were seen .

 

Thursday, December 4, 2008

{this thought may be from the diary pages of any one who often finds himself devoid of any real happiness in the run of his life.}

Sunday,
August 12, 2007
AM 10:33:40


" I AM HAPPY ?!!!"

Basking on the old armchair I was beholden to my evening coffee for it stirred my all day enervation.My eyes were busy in adulating baroque nature and this was its daily job.Sea was cool and calm without any agression.It had to bate its roaring noise for it had bent something.It accosted to listen to the romantic conversation of a pair sitting on its beach enjoying the waves which touched their lovely
feet and sea became amorous.

"love is life"

Cunningly the sea was very happy to bedraggle a small boy whose fingers were crossed with his fathers.Barefooted walking on its l he was befuddled for his next blandishment before his father which would entertain his whims and fancies.

"innocence soothed by care"

Sea was beseeching air to abate for two sweet young ladies were trying to control their billowing skirts.Both were friends and involved in a cheerful badinageas one of them had become betrothed and was going to tie bonds very soon.

"friendship completes life"

Everyone was happy as if the world has been bestowed with the benison of love ,care and joi-de-vivre.My eyes took a rest and i found myself in mumma's lap,brothers ready for a funny fight,my beloved calling me to go for a drive..........
But I was bemused because things belied my bereavement.Apalled by Iopened my eyes and I saw barefaced sky smiling at my lonelinness.It took a bestial form and darkened.Irealised that among bevy of strange faces finally I had to soliloquize because there is noone to share,noone to love and noone to tease.
It behooves me to trust noone as there is fear of getting bilked.It is very bizzare to be with emotions and relations .But when you are all
aloneyou would find yourself bereft of cheer,affection and complacence.

Apropos sea , Ioften extract pleasure from others joy and try to keep myself busy.But as soon as sky blackenes I screech with bane of
this fateful aloofness.Life teaches us to append blithe optimism to heart because life is not in the way you want to live it while it is in the
way it wants you to live it.These strict and bitter apothegms console and beget me and I say "I AM HAPPY.."

रंग्पात्र
लोगों ने कहा यह अच्छा है तो अच्छा ही होगा ,ऐसा मैंने सोचा
उन्होंने कहा यह सही नहीं ..तो यह  गलत है ,ऐसा मैंने सोचा .
अनगिनत रंग बदलते  भाव मन में आए और एक आकृति बनी
वो जो कुछ  मुझ  सी थी पर वो   मैं  नहीं  थी
वह  एक  रंग्पात्र थी जो हमेशा कहती रही
मुझमे अभी और कई रंग भरने और बदलने बाकी हैं..

soul curry curious questions

Have anyone ever thought why are we here for?What is that reason that always inspires us to go for its oracled paths even if sometimes we do not want to?If there is any parallel universe shouldn,t we go to meet ourselves?Are we at present what we are supposed to be?If yes,should we stop?And if no,from where would be our start?Are the intutions and nature prompts real or self framed fantasies?Should we always be result oriented or optimistically practical of nothing?Have we as cheechako prepared ourselves to curtain the drape of patience and non mine virtues?Have we gone far ahead from the common feelings of donnism and prejudiced reactions?Aren't the synergy of agression in depression,frenemity in consanguinity and probity in ----making life calculation more complex?

I SAW YOU SMILED……………..

When I fell down and wasn’t hurt but still I screamed and danced,
I saw you smiled.
When there was only one piece of cake and my epicurean at stake but I offered,


I saw you smiled.


When you were waiting and I was late but still I tried to deosculate,


I saw you smiled.


When you were frown and I was down but still I stared,


I saw you smiled.


When I was with my friends and you passed by without looking at my eyes,


I saw you smiled.


When air was dry and in your thoughts was I,


When you were working but thoughts were mine


When rain was dancing but you were dry,


When the birds squacked in clear blue sky,


When you were alone and your heart was singing,


I saw you smiled...............

Life………

Life………

Life is an echo;

all comes back,

the gud,

the bad,

the false,

and the true.

life is a music

If lyrics are arranged

You can dance,u can sing

And can get through.

Life is a hope

Like a spark in dark

And a smile in blue

Life is a feeling

Very soft and very tender

Too lovely and too happy

Like an angel in the sky

And a baby-birdie fly

Like a river dance and windy stare

Like his love and her share

Like the fantasies of a child

And childness in an old

Life is a the most fantastic story ever told….

My days…………

ries,malin

 

I close my eyes to look at the years,

Where childhood stays in happy gears.

Hopping in the woods and lying on the ground,

Talking to bird lings and learning their sounds.

Playing new games and making own rules,

Driving my boat across the pool.

Swinging in the air and dancing on the tune,

Climbing on the trees and crying for the moon.

Pampering the dolls and sitting on the throne,

gossiping alone with a meaningless tone.

Riding the cycle like a king on the road

Feeling proud of every thing in my bode.

…………………………………………………………

Bickering with friends and making them cry,

Bringing back the smiles and winning the sky.

Looking at the stars and dancing in the rain,

Flying with the kites and whistling with the train.

Pleading the cuckoo for one more stay,

Carpe-diem.Yes I seized my day.

Beyond the sky and beneath the field,

Gazing at the trivial and building a shield.

Steeping the ice creams and licking of hand,

Shouting at the waves and saving the sand.

Giggling with pals and sleeping with dreams,

Bluffing the bigs and fictioning screams.

……………………………………………………………….

The time has gone but the child remains

In the corner of the heart, in the memory lanes.

Where he stays like a shining star,

To remind us- who, why and what we are.

The star is smiling and so am I,

I close my eyes to get back my sky.

Sky full of rainbows and glare of the sun

With rays of hope and clouds of fun.

Each day brings up a brand new story

But the same old zeal, same old glory.

……………………………………………………

Desire of a dew drop

One day when she unfolded her eyes,she saw him again with the same shine of love.


He embraced her in the comatose and now is happy to catch the tartar.


She could feel his cold touch.


She could sedate his unspoken affection.


Both of them are listening to the arcane silence which contained the aura of care,love and consanguinity.


They are invincible but novice of love.


Yet they know they are complete together.


She tried to hold this serendipity by closing her eyes.


She could see her implicit recreation in the form of his unconditional and considerate consort.


They were flying across the streaks of cosmic light in the dark.


Their hearts were connected and pink with love.


They could foster their fidelity and togetherness,


But surrounded by a specious fear.


They held each other tighter but when she opened her eyes….he was gone.


She closed her eyes again to find him within.


He went back to fall again in love and enchant the tragedy of their ephemeral love


It was a seized fate which wrote the desire of a dewdrop that the next day sun gets a pillow of mountain.


Next day when she unfolded her eyes she saw him again with the same shine of love.