Friday, October 15, 2010

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 ... "

Friday, October 1, 2010

untitled...

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

The rainbow at Baga

It’s nearly 0.5-0.6 Km walk from the parking zone to my office in plant area. It’s an often over-looked benefit of working in a hazardous ...