Dreamers

Dreamers

A fair dream hangs around

to cherish, to remember, to fall apart.

To make this life filled with love

And make every end, a new start.

The bridge stands to witness

what nature stores within.

A hope, a desire, a due instinct,

A lesson, a tale, a romantic din.

The moonlit whisperer

 Life goes on like day and night

With ample times to take a hold.

where whispers of glorious past

reveal the moments, kept and sold.

The desperate moon up in the sky

looks down at us to see

the shine that makes him jealous,

The light that follows a destiny.

Heart

Heart is a room of conspiracies. It seldom allows to stand at one point categorically. It always has another say in the most obvious things as if its sole aim is to prove that being the weakest among the strong chain of a human soul it is the strongest cause the weakest link has the power to break the entire chain.

The nature of heart being entirely unpredictable often brings a sense of fear while listening to it because its volatility towards different events is very quick and strong.My heart beats for life but my life often skips many beats. The most tender and delicate fractal that needs a consolation and desirable treatment every time it loses faith and hope. And surprisingly it is very much flexible enough to get manipulated the way we want. But question still remains is it our smartness or tragedy when we become able or successful in calming the heart which just became loquacious few times back.

The other side

Life has been parted into ages, every age with its own thinking whose language is often misunderstood. The reasons might be the face-lifting experiences in own life, tendency not to be odd among people, possessive nature that defaces into an imposed obligation and in many cases societal fossilized thinking that closes all the doors that may lead to any kind of change or acceptance. Human propensity not to accept the fact that he might be wrong, never allows him to breathe in the magical freshness of change that brings positive results with it. Such resilience appears on the skin of every age that is coiled with gossamer of endless references and creates the gap. A little listening and little more thinking over any issue helps in bridging the gap. The poem hence has tried to unleash the doubts of one of the most delicate relations between a father and his son.

Son:

{1}

When youth is in all its glory,

When I am ready to live my own story,

Why do you fret that I may fail?

Why do you think my efforts are stale?

{2}

I have my own mind to fit in,

My own eyes to see.

When you put your veil in front,

Tell me, how would I feel free?

{3}

I sometimes doubt your trust,

Your faith that you put in me.

Cause I know you are the strongest roots

Of which I have grown as a tree.

{4}

I still remember all the lessons,

That you taught with zeal to me.

I just want to add a little more,

With whatever I happen to see.

{5}

I fear to say that you are wrong,

Sometimes whenever I feel.

It’s just that I feel bit different,

And find some truths within.

{6}

Let me take out my hands

Crossed with yours till now.

To see this world and walk around

To find my path unbound.

{7}

I will be happy if you are

And same do I want from you.

Without any if’s and but’s

Your heart is where you ought to go through.

Father:

{1}

I will start from where you ended

And will open my heart today

That has fractals in the same line

In the same helpless way.

{2}

If I am the root and you are the tree

Tell me how I can ever let you free.

If truth lies only in what is seen,

Wouldn’t it be hard dear, to keep you green?

{3}

The fears of mine you referred to

Might keep your hands tied

Those only prevail cause I could see

My own reflection living my life.

{4}

Stories repeat defeating the time

Where I was once, today you stand.

I just want you to peep through it

Where lays a fertile promising land.

{5}

I have a strange thing to grouse,

That I am old enough to expiate.

But I want you to be all right

Before you deplore, before it’s late.

{6}

It’s not you that I doubt

It’s the life that I have already seen

Foresight are bad today I feel

Cause your doubts are quite umpteen.

{7}

I know I would not walk with you

Forever in life wherever you go.

But I always want you to have my shadow

Far enough to land you through.

{8}

It’s not fair at all

to expect from any age

For it seeks what it has seen.

Albeit it’s true that sooner or later

You will be a father with your teen.

With same sort of puzzles to solve

And similar issues to evolve.

If you feel anytime something can break

Talk to your son whatever it takes.

I am sure that you’ll be light again

The moment you strike a bargain.

Since every story has another side,

The way we are trying to take that ride.

One thing I promise I won’t let you fall,

Even when you want to ride alone.

I might not be right every time

But promise me dear,

 Our poem shall always rhyme.

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.