माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

इस कमरे का एकाकीपन 

तन्हा है ये मेरा मन 

इस अंधियारे में तेरी याद 

यादों के दीप जलाती है,

माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

पास के छत पर माँ कोई 

गोद के मुन्ने में खोई,

कोमल थपकी दे-देकर 

जब लोरी कोई सुनाती है,

माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

जब गर्म तवा छू जाता है 

हाथ मेरा जल जाता है 

या तेज धार की छूरी से 

ऊंगली ही कट जाते है,

माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

हाँ, तुमसे मेरी दूरी है 

कुछ ऐसी ही मजबूरी है 

देर रात तक बिस्तर पर 

जब नींद मुझे न आती है,

माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

कुछ बड़े सही मेरे अरमाँ 

पर बुरा नहीं मैं, मेरी माँ 

क्यूँ बार-बार तू रो-रोकर 

दिल के टूकड़े कर जाते है,

माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

जब मुखड़ा तेरा हँसता है 

मुझे कितना अच्छा लगता  है 

इक दिन तुम्हें हँसाउंगा 

आवाज़ ये दिल से आती है, 

माँ, याद तुम्हारी आती है।

-- राहुल कुमार

(सर्जना 27वें अंक से)

A night with stars

Well everything starts with a daydream and not every ounce of it but at least some of it, in deformed or changed form, comes true. With an excitement  to see the galloping meteors across the sky I spent nearly one hour under the bare sky hoping to encounter one of the rarest events that we do not happen to see everyday. Well truth be told, I thought it would be like I saw few years back, a long bright flashing tail like a falling star that leaves behind the greatest sensations for such a vision. But it was albeit quite under measured.

While this course, I reinvented the aestheticism of star gazing when you lie under the sky and stars twinkle giving a titillation every now and then that they are going to fall. But they too are like the precarious ones who always have the maximum chances surrounding them to showcase something real and unusual but it is really once in a while and never predictable. They seem like tiny little bright white holes in the sky but still so fascinating, so attractive, so storied that I am in surprise that I spend quite a long time with them in the quietness of nights. 

It was something that went in a flash and after literally wrecking my neck I can never admit that it might be an illusion to my eye which I was unfortunately on my way to accept when I got an another treat of similar drop. And this time it felt real. Though quite an underestimated and reduced version of my fantasy but I am real glad that I saw it because like the event it is also quite rare that we go behind our every fantasy and it works out. We all are so busy in walking and talking and rushing on the ground that we hardly bother to look up where we used to stare a lot for our every little wish.I wanted people to hang out with me to partake the load of silent hours and share the physical pain of crippling my neck but the solitude at night after a real long time was also worth. I grabbed so many lost thoughts and was rewarded at the end no doubt.

Stars I remember used to be widely spread across the whole sky earlier but today they were clustered, though very less densely, to a squeezed central region of it. It might be because of the changing dimensions of the purpose for which stars were meant for. Though they never contributed much to dispel luminance and curtail the darkness of night but they used to be the source of fainted lights distanced real far to brighten up the sky and give moon a company. Their reflection in  a ripple less lake used to seem like a glowing coverlet with sparking dots. But today the light of earth is brighter enough it seems to blind the sky above. So they have retired.

Neways I hope to see lot of falling stars in future as well though I know they are already hiding and apparently getting extinct but that it's how we are going to realize that they are still there above.

For the Angels

Some lines that I happened to find written about the most tender and natural age of childhood. Sharing here with some of mine:

We worry about what our children will be one day, we forget that they are already someone today.

We have had a bad luck with our kids: They have grown up.

There are not seven wonders in the eyes of a child, there are seven billions.

The questions of a child sometimes can shut up the wisest person.

They come in the world full of magic.

They grow up in the world of surprises.

They get old in the world of cliches'.

A child id not a sketchbook. They already are filled with billion colors  Let the rainbow sprout and create a skyline where they can use their colorful, sparkly wings to cover wider skies and breathe in the sweetest air.

Their wisdom in human behavior and emotional flux can defeat any adult.

An age that does not fear, an age that always dream, an age that is never tired, an age that always bosom: that's childhood.

Their hugs are like embrace of god, their kisses like drops from heaven and their smiles like a divine arc on the majestic face of an angel.

We often forget what we were and what have we become, they are the cute reminders.

                                                                                               ......................................to be continued

Hope

I sit resting my chin on the folded knees under a willow tree everyday to leer at the setting sun that looks like receiving a caress from someone that stays, to someone who is leaving, with the brightest hope and greatest happiness that after a crass cold lonesome night, it will come again for her to warm the hearth of their invincible love for each other.

....

Invisible becomes visible
unknown becomes known
The one thing I always feared,
Love would make me all alone.

Love or like?

Sometimes we brood over silly things that prove a gradual decline of our conventional wisdom. This write-up however I would not consider a moot point doubting my maturity in relationships but a revelation. A friend of mine asked me to think about the difference between "liking" and "loving". Such closely connected words often push me towards the razor's edge where it becomes necessary to show my clarity over any subject, which calls out for a clear demonstration of a perspective. So I have tried to jot down the connectivity between the two similar feelings that are always in a competition to earn more emotional regards. 

Liking has always been considered to be a surface sensation at the first place that promotes a bond between two persons: be it friendship, acquaintance, love or dislike. Though ironic but true that two juxtaposite feelings walk parallel with a thin line in between held tightly by an adamant personality that sits inside everyone and has an adherence towards its instinctive traits. It refrains change until some strong influence seeps into it. To like someone is to open up for those positive changes that we admire in a person. To like someone is to long for more and more time to share the company, to explore more goodness, more pleasure that has been discovered outside recently. How great is to bear the feeling of liking where we are out on a journey of revelations and realizations. We come across so many surprises and facts about self and others, where we start off to make relations, where we start off to accept or reject the changes being offered. Liking is no less than or different from loving because both the feelings share equal greatness. The only thing that needs to be highlighted is that the greatness multiplies when one merges or transforms into the other. Love has been since ages defined in big terms wrapped in amazing emotional fringes, gained special corner in philosophies and received highest gestures among all ages. All because of a reason.

Love is a metaphor for blind faith. A belief that grows so strongly that it glorifies all the positivity inside a person making him/her king/queen of the world. At this stage he/she becomes the strongest creator enlightened with the sanctity of love. 

We say,

We love our parents; we never say we like our parents because it’s the indelible faith that prevails between a parent and a child helping in bringing their reflection in him. If we love someone, we love him whole like us. And here where liking someone becomes a milder tone where promises, acceptances, flexibility, apprehensions do come as reality checkers. Love is something that comes late, quite late after we cross all the stages and are ready to get into the water fearlessly even if we do not know how to swim with this hope that we will learn.

Love is not new. It is very old. Its age is reflected in its newness in every facet, every lesson. One can always love a person whom he likes and rise.

Hold your story

I was thinking to write over this issue since quite a long time but couldn't actually got a whip. Recently while taking a glance over a wheeler at Kanpur station I read Chetan's lines  that contained  the same expressions that wanted a channel through my words. Today the generation of youth has wings of fire with excellent confidence to achieve what they aspire for, a great deal of flexibility and openness for change with changing times and almost all essential attributes with which they can arrange every bit of their lives in a beautiful manner.

Moving ahead, being in love is the most sacred feeling a person hones making him self- motivated and inspired at all times. The fact that one is held in the continuous concern of someone gives a sense of completeness and being truly connected to one more strong and similar entity of universe. Now centering your life around love is the most beautiful thing one can do but making love your universe needs a brief introduction. Today the meaning and purview of love has changed and as a consequence the most tender and   bare age misses out their original instincts that calls out for fulfilling their dreams, reaching their goal and making their lives not love-locked but love-blessed. Having love in life is like having the strongest support with which one gains a lot confidence to confront any hurdle and proves that it compliments your life and helps in collating other tottered pieces. It pushes us forward towards what we truly are and what else we can add up to keep on rising along the stairs of self realization so that towards the dawn of life there is no regret and a lot of accomplishments that one weaved and aspired since he starts weaving dreams. Since everyone has got only one life it's ridiculously unfair to make it concealed for something that in real doesn't bear a virtue of control. I am writing this because deep down in our country the concept of controlling lives of others and surprisingly of the one whom you love the most sinks into a depressive territory where so many freedoms are getting negotiated in the name of some narrowed obligations.

Take a simple example of Indian bridal selection. It is really disheartening that today also people of India are held back with their conventionally unjustified demands of a bride that can feed their bellies, can adjust into their originality,  no matter how efficiently and beautifully she has been taking her life to all the levels of excellence at work. Well an independent, free-spirited and soulful girl has all rights reserved to maintain her thoughts and preserve her principles without any change and compromise for the sake of new relation because relations do not expect, they accept and they accept more.

Today the depictions of Indian society is creating a graveyard of free spirits in a face lifting, enormously unrealized number making this world devoid of the synergy it requires for a progressive and healthy place to live. It is a matter of disquiet that the issue is given least heed to the countries like India where human value has still got least priority when it comes to loosen some ulcerous knots in fossilized thinking that is eating away the soul of the nation. What picture are we creating when we choose a fair skinned, well virtue d  ductile girl over a successful, well accomplished, confident girl just because some people think they might not fit? What and why do we Indians aspire for fitting in and why not making bigger acceptances to enlarge the scope of positive and progressive changes which this nation is in dire need of.

It is a matter of great concern that India being a mosaic of emotional beehive that gives it an edge to come out as an ethical and spirited country still is caged in some really disgusting concepts that has hardened into the roots. 

Our friends and families need to understand that all we can follow is our hearts because spirits cannot be asked for any negotiation cause it will be like murdering one more soul. Feel high in love, try to rise in love cause we often do not get an idea when and how we lose some things that is ours. Stop following people because at the end when we you will stop you will feel that it's too late to revert back and by then you may be addicted towards getting the directions from outside  you when you had fair chances to make your own. Follow your dreams, preserve all the love that will always compliment you to reach out to them, celebrate lives, create a great life, a great story, a great and healthy relation with you and yours.