Words

Words, the best form of expression,
The easiest and the most intelligible one;
Be it a murmur, a gossip or noise,
You bank on words, the only choice.

Yet, at times, you feel short of them,
Buried deep, they evade your tongue;
They surface again, when the need is gone,
Befooling you, smiling in treacherous tone.

And you the victim, stand helpless,
Lamenting on the opportunity missed;
Blaming the God, your luck, yourself and what not,
While the villain keeps making your fun.

A famous orator, a demagogue, may you be,
With the grip so firm, commanding thee;
But still can’t control, fro they are born free,
“do come in time” you have to plea.

Emotions are okay, my dear friends,
But only until you have words for them;
Fro words are the only outlet they have,
And no abstract counts unless expressed.

So, do spit out whatever you feel, in time,
And let not unspoken thoughts amass;
For, with you, they wouldn’t forever be,
Alas, there they go, bereaving me….

स्पंदन

गुमसुम निस्पंद हुआ जीवन, मंडराना भूल गया है मन;
जाने ये कैसी चली पवन, खुशियों को ले गई दूर गगन.

फिरता था पहले चमन-चमन, अपने ही धुन में मस्त मगन;
क्या दिन थे वे भी मनभावन, सुख के अम्बर पर सूर्यकिरण.

क्यूँ नहीं चपल अब ये चितवन, किसलिए बंधा है मेरा तन;
जानू न मरम मैं हे भगवन, बोलो कुछ, तोड़ो मौन वरण.

अब सह नहीं सकता और दमन, दीवारों की ये ठंडी जलन;
बस, हुआ बहुत, अलविदा घुटन, ऐ सूर्य कहाँ है, दे दर्शन.

इतने दिवसों का अर्ध-मरण, सिखा गया मुझको ये फन;
जीवन नहीं कोई दिवा-स्वपन, हो जहाँ पुष्प की सेज मदन.

जीवन है एक निरंतर रन, बाधा-विघ्नों का वन ये सघन;
भेद इसे सकते वो नयन, हो जिनमें जीत की सच्ची लगन.

फिर मुझमें कैसे आई ये थकन, मैं तो मनु-कुल का कुलभूषण;
ईश्वर ने किया जिसका चंदन, जीतूँगा मैं, है मेरा प्रण.

ये धरा करेगी अभिनंदन, जिस पर पग रख करूँगा विचरण;
दिनकर दौडेगा करने नमन, पूछता, कहाँ थे, कहो अमन…

हे सर्वोत्तम कृति !

क्यूँ धरा उज्जवल सी है, इस घनेरी रात में
उस चाँद के संग कोटि दीपक भी सजे बारात में
तम् का ठिकाना अब कहाँ, बस ज्योति हरसूं है भरी
अज्ञान तिमिरांध मानव, उठ कृपा-बरसात में..

रात्रि का श्रृंगार, शशि, अब नही शीतल रहा
ठान ली इसने बगावत, है अनल धधक उठा.
कवि के कलम की बाँध, इसकी अब सीमा नहीं
प्रियतमा से न द्वेष इसको, उन्मुक्त तम् से लड़ रहा..

चंद्र औ रवि ने किया आलोकित अहर्निश व्योम को
मांग उनसे अग्नि थोडी, कर प्रकाशित स्वयं को
उसकी लौ में हो फना, तेरे लिए हैं वो खड़े
हर पल सवेरा, खोल चक्षु, जान ले उस शक्ति को..

उसकी कृपा है देखो की संग अगणित तारे जल उठे
जाग मानव, छोड़ आलस, फ़िर ऐसी दया रहे ना रहे
सूरजमुखी भी त्याग गुंचा, निकली चंद्रालोक में
फिर हे सर्वोत्तम कृति, तू सबसे पीछे क्यूँ रहे????

Blind is the Mind

They say when it comes to heart and mind,
Its always the former that pays in kind;
For the tussle between the two,
Asks for more than a rational crew.

Often the quandary grows beyond repair,
When heart can do nothing but stare;
Mind excels, forcing heart to bend,
The winner takes it all, in the end.

Not always does the triumph, however,
Lead us to the alternative that’s clever;
Mind resembles a bull, totally blind,
Ever digressing, before the goal it can find.

Let not your mind ever rule over you,
For it always misleads in the jobs you do;
Listen to your soul before each decision you make,
As soul rules conscience, which keeps us awake.

Soul, the true self, the actual you,
Believe me, has powers beyond view;
As, its not just a fragment of the God,
The soul is the Almighty itself, take my word.

The lesson “put your senses under control”,
Make the mind accomplish its role;
The role assigned by none but your soul,
Lending it vision for enlightened stroll.

Hope is a good thing, and good things never die.
Thats not just a quote from the movie "The Shawshank Redemption", this statement is a life saviour. At times, 
when the mind looses it's authority over senses, when 
utter depression surrounds your horizon, when life seems
a burden....... it's only HOPE that works as elixir. Hope
rejuvenates the courage to fight the odds. It keeps u alive
when u think u cant breathe anymore. It pushes you
ahead even when your tibia surrenders. 
And ultimately, hope vanquishes all enemies. Hope wins.

No she won't , answers the brain

Or, will she? mumbles HEART again
battling the excruciating pain
hasn't destiny more to offer
than suffering, sorrow, spasm & strain.

shhh keep shut... does the CONSCIENCE blurt
seize the emotions, O' fragile HEART
life's not a cakewalk, the terrain's tortuous
and there's life beyond oasis, in deep desert.

But why can't she, retalliates the MIND
feel my pain? or is she blind?
Truth being, love is no more the spine
for life to live, needs cash not kind.

Arid eyes and a smiling guise to wear
is all it takes to veil pains I bear
gulp the throes and let lungs choke
for pain's not pain, if it rolls into tear.

The HEART, The MIND have grown insane
eyes have lost slumber, in hopes to regain
Will she ever fathom the love i have
No she won't, answers the brain.

Give Me More

Even a kid, so nascent, knows it all
despite nature coercing him to crawl,
Conscience lurking beyond the horizon
emotions within, though, stand a tall.

Emotion’s something he need not earn
inherent, it escorts him at every turn,
And he knows what love stands for
long before it’s spelling does he learn.

Gradually, he grows amidst love and affection
enriching knowledge by brain’s cultivation,
When one fine day, love beats his acumen
and no lexicon offers him the correction.

Love, the word he felt, he knew
evades his mind, poor pilot-less crew,
He is forced to be a silent spectator
while love enthralls him, perfuming milieu.

With love at the steering, as the guide
life starts afresh, with ardor hard to hide,
Impediments slither away on their own
as love leads in all its glory and pride.

Love is too sophisticated to explore
too intricate to get to its core,
The panacea for patients of love my dear
is to feel the bliss, and ask for more.

EPHEMERAL WIN

Welcome to a show of bull-fighting,
One bull, represents the most intelligent being;
Other, who holds every living puppet’s string,
Doesn’t that sound funny and interesting?

One who is arrogant, feels like a king,
The other, quiet, never nestles such feeling;
One who is ever so adamant on winning,
The other lacks eagerness, seems unwilling.

The dullness of the other exaggerates one’s fervour,
Who then crouches with augmented ardour;
And prawls and leaps emanating terror,
Only to retreat without shaking the other.

Comes he again, loaded with extra adrenaline.
To vanquish the other, eyeing ephemeral win;
But alas, similar fate shatters him from within,
Undeterred still, he follows the same routine.

That’s the show when the Other has been silent,
Guess the terror, if he too turns violent;
But for Chrissake, he wont, as he is prudent,
And knows, peaceful coexistence is important.

The more the bounds of one’s intellect expand,
The more he wishes to overpower the land;
Unfortunately his vast cranium doesn’t understand,
That as the real conqueror, he can’t ever stand.

For, he is but a puppet, with a fragile lace,
Fastened to the Other’s fingers, with the Other’s grace;
Hope the stubborn bull comprehends the Base,
And shunning his ego, bows out of the ‘race’.