Grey Strands

You are a woman
with grey strands on your head
But you should dye them,
as you are not married yet

For their sons,
greys  is the color of flair
being Richard Gere or George Clooney
is a cool affair

But girl there is something
that you must know
in greys you look gruesome,
a mother of four

They know he won’t hear
his mother otherwise
so she has become submissive
and decided to call him a man so wise

Girl, you must be polished
in brown or black but not grey
with those imperfections
 there can’t be any foreplay

They wonder how perfect their son is
prudent in worldly matters
He has hump on his stomach, to eat from
when stranded alone in a desert

Dear girl, you should be flawless
overflowing with plastic like a mannequin
so that some unknown king from faraway
can approach you to be his queen

Dear mothers of sons
 and men of colored strands
a woman is known to be perfect
when in adversities, she firmly stands

She is not a Barbie on display
She doesn’t want to dye her head
she finds them beautiful
Why this hideous act?

Being Dented painted waxed polished
with no marks and greys is not her duty
there is more to her
than this ever fleeting beauty

She loves her grey
and fondly calls them her silvers
and probably in years to come
she may be waiting eagerly for  famous ‘wrinkles’…

G is for Grey Strands on April 5,
A-to-Z-Challenge

P.S. This post is dedicated to those who have a bias for the color of grey!
P.P.S. Let her be the way she wants, she is beautiful with her imperfections.

Dusk

Sun bowed down,
Sea became rosy-red
Sky too blushed a little
Over its orange bed
World turned quite, indrawn
At horizons, sea-n-sky met again
Before breaks the dawn

Parting them in another pain...

Dusk is the time to relax and relish great things that comes before it...
P.S. This was one of the best hued-sunset I shot last year, these were the natural colors.

D is for Dusk, April 4
A-Z Challenge!

Azure

'What is up there in azure mother? '
She looked out the window and then further.
And said- 'there are birds flying above ,
Probably an eagle chasing a dove.'

Child nodded and asked again,
His mother couldn’t read his brain.
She said- 'there are clouds above
It may rain today my love.'

The child now asked once again,
Alluring thoughts going through his brain.
'Mom, what resides beyond the clouds,
Something that is not visible and loud?'

Mother replied:
'Son, the wild blue yonder is so vast ,
A celestial shadow it does cast .
Some stars shimmer across the poles,
Some turned into black holes.

And there are some
Who themselves burn
But give us warmth
in return.

Some shooting stars
have fallen down
In fires of passion
embraced the ground

Then there is the sycophant
It's sun's name it does chant
Who then grants him a boon-
And behold luminous is the moon.

Some planets live far aloof
not visible from any roof
Calmly breathing in tranquility
far away from our tales of glory.'

Son in pain glumly said
Missing his father long back dead
There is a star in azure sky
From whence he sings a lullaby

I know that's where he lives
when I am asleep, he privily peeps
from the one that glows most at night
and smiles silently at my sight.

A is for Azure on  April 1,
A-to-Z-Challenge!

अनुभूति

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I wrote this poem long back, and I love it. I would like to dedicate this poem to all mothers, would-be mothers, those who recently became one and to their lovely daughters. Most importantly this poem is dedicated to the wonderful and unmatched relationship a mother and a daughter share with each other...

Special Dedication to My Mom and my late Nani (grandma)! As my mom says that our relationship is so much like she shared with her mom. And every mother goes through similar fears and dreams for her daughter irrespective of the era she is living in. Needless to say that I love mine a lot. Here is the write up:

मैं तेरे आँगन में
खेला करती थी माँ
मेरे आँगन में
अब खेल रही है
मेरी बिटिया.

तू जैसे भूख-प्यास
समझा करती थी मेरी
मैं भाग रही हूँ
चिंता में खाना लेकर
उसके पीछे

पाला तूने मुझको 
हर धूप में छाया देकर
मैं भी देकर 
छाया उसको
जी जाउंगी
वो ही जीवन.

देख रही हूँ अब
अपना अतीत 

और उसका भविष्य-
कैसे जाया करती थी
मैं पढ़ने
वापिस आकर
घंटों बतियाया करती
खेला करती थी
तेरे संग
वैसे ही पनपेगा उसका बचपन
धीरे-धीरे
थोड़ा-थोड़ा करके
समय चक्र दोहराएगा
वो ही सब
और देखते देखते
बड़ी हो जाएगी
मेरी भी बिटिया

हर रात डर से
मैं भी जागा करुँगी
और सुबह देखूंगी
फिर कुछ सपने
मैं उससे
और वो मुझसे
करेगी वो ही बातें
जैसे मैं और तू
बांटा करते थे
अपने कुछ डर और किस्से

हो जाएगी
वो भी एक दिन
आगे बढ़ने को तैयार
पीछे छोड़
अपना यह बचपन

इस ह्रदय को
करके कठोर
मैं फिर लडूंगी
अपने हर भय से
तेरी ही तरह माँ
और आगे उड़ जाएगी
मेरी बिटिया

Image courtesy: footage.shutterstock.com

पर प्रेम-डोर से
बंधी रहेगी वो
हमारी ही तरह
फिर एक दिन
उसके घर में
खेलेगी
उसकी बिटिया

जैसे तू भी खेला
करती होगी माँ
अपनी माँ के आंगन में...

The Broken Moon!

I look at moon in the night,
broken down into pieces
as it touches the lake downside.

does it love the night with passion
or isolated in the night sky above
it subsides down in deep depression.

when I look at the lake
inside it ablaze

when I look that high
cloaked behind the clouds
it escapes my gaze

pondering over it's two different sides
I wonder why it is broken
underneath the lake downside...

Photo courtesy: adamdorman.com

एड्स पीड़ित (AIDs Patient)

घूमती पृथ्वी
गिरता आकाश
जीवन से भयभीत
हर दिन का प्रकाश
शक्तिहीन तन
रुचिहीन मन
अदृश्य मृत्यु
समक्ष खड़ी
टूट रही
संबंधों की कड़ी
चीखते मुंह
सूखी नींद 
आक्रामक स्वप्न
तिरस्कृत शब्द
और कांपता अंतर्मन
झुके सर
सकुचाते नैन
कुछ चीरते ह्रदय को
कुछ कटाक्ष करने को बेचैन
त्यागता समाज
दैत्य बना 
हर कल से बड़ा
मेरा यह आज
इस शहर में छुपी
एक रहस्यात्मक गली
जहां खोते हैं सुख-चैन
क्या मेरे कदम वहाँ भूले ही पहुंचे
किसी भटकी बेहोश रैन
या किसी ने अज्ञानतावश मारीं
मुझ पर ये खरोंचें  
इस जलते लहू में
पिघलते प्राण
मुझे भेदते  हुए
अनगिनत बाण
मेरी अज्ञानता
व  इस लहू की
असमानता ने
मुझे प्रदान करी 
दंडाज्ञा
कौन सोच सकता था कि
मेरा जीवन 
और मेरा अंत
इतना विनाशपूर्ण होगा...


(This poem portrays mental, physical and social condition (stigma & discrimination) of AIDs Patient!!!)

Image Courtesy: africanimpact.com

Colorful

I was white
A colorless soul
when I was born
Some said new life is green
Time passed by
I glided along
Happenings happened
I had been painted on
Some painted me black

removed it with white
giving me grey

Some gave me red
saying love is blind
I went through blues
then I got lots of hues
Now they call me colorful
Who else could remain dull
Spreading the enchantment
I realized
Life is now complete
When before I was only a plain white...
 

शौक

बड़े शौक से जीती हूँ मैं
हर शौक को जीती हूँ मैं
मसलन, मुझे है
खाने का
खिलाने का
महमान-नवाजी करने का शौक,
हंसने का
सबको हंसाने का
और ख़ुशी से आपको रुलाने का शौक
कुछ वादे निभाने का
कुछ हंस के टाल जाने का शौक
बीते दर्द बयान करने का
कुछ खामखां लड़ने का शौक
सुनने का
सुनाने का
कहते कहते खिलखिलाने का शौक
मेल-जोल बढ़ाने का
हवाई गप्पे लड़ाने का शौक
रूठने का
और रूठे को मनाने का शौक
जब होते नहीं हैं यहाँ पर आप
मुझे है याद करने का
या कभी अपनी याद दिलाने का शौक

किस्म किस्म से जीती हूँ रोज़
हर तरह के पूरे करने को शौक
आपका शौक है काम करने का
मेरा काम है पूरे करने का शौक
जब होते हैं पूरे सारे ये शौक
मुझे है कुछ नए शौक जगाने का शौक.....

तुम और मैं

बस एक ज़िक्र तुम्हारा
सब पर ज़ाहिर
दबी मुस्कराहट हमारी,

बस एक झलक तुम्हारी
सब पर ज़ाहिर
बेचैनी हमारी

बस एक नज़र तुम्हारी
और शर्म से झुकी
निगाहें हमारी....

शोर

इस शहर में शोर बढ़ रहा है
यह गुस्से से खुद को तरबतर कर रहा है
बस और शोर न करिए
अब इस शोर से डरिये

हर रोज़ पागल हो रहा है आदमी
अपना आपा खो रहा है आदमी
अंधाधुन्द दौड़ती गाड़ियां,
समय से लगा रही हैं होड़
एक मृत्यु निर्भय खड़ी है
हर दूसरे मोड़

चिल्लाहट से सराबोर सड़कें
ऊंची आवाजों में गुम होती धड़कनें
इस शोर में डूबी,
फटी पागल सी आँखें
और आँखों में उतरता खून
जी हाँ, यह शोर छीन रहा है
आपके दिल का सुकून

किसी ने कुछ कह दिया
तो कह दिया
उसे मन में ठून्सें न रखिये
कुछ दर्द चुपचाप सहिये
अपने गुस्से अब तो हरिये

इस शोर से दूर ही रहिये

बस अब और शोर न करिए ...


P.S. This poem is inspired by increasing havoc, impatience, noise and madness in people in big cities. In the name of development, lives are somewhere ruining.

बूढा वक़्त

एक बूढा वक़्त
रस्ते में

सर्दी की  चादर ओढ़े हुए

गुज़ारता है एक और रात।

कालेपन से ढाका
ठण्ड से झुलसता
बूढी हड्डियों में दर्द छुपाकर
दांतों की टकराहट के शोर में
दो अधमूंदी आँखों से
अँधेरे को चीरता है
और खुद में कुछ और सिकुड़ता है
जैसे एक माँ के भीतर
एक शिशु सिमटा हुआ है।

हर रात
एक गुज़रा वक़्त
वापस आता है
और खुद-ब-खुद
गुज़र जाता है।

फिर एक सुबह
सूरज की किरणों से
चमकती हुई देह पर
एक शान्ति दिखती है
शिशु की ही तरह
वह अब भी
सोया हुआ है
धरती की गोद में
आराम से
चैन से
सुकून से
गुज़रे हुए एक ऐसे पल के साथ
जो अब
कभी वापस न लौटेगा॥

समय

मैं हर बार भुलाया गया
पर भूला न गया
सागर के समक्ष पड़ी
रेत कि भांति
मिटाया गया
पर मिट न सका
तुम्हारे कल में सूखी पत्ती सा
आज में फिर हरा हुआ
मुझसे दूरी बनाकर
तुम दूर न हुए
मुझे पास बुलाकर भी
साथ न चले
मैं वो समय हूँ
जो पलभर में बीता है
हर कल आज और कल में
तुम्हारे भीतर ही जीता है..

Our love

A beautiful path of roses
with some forgotten thorns inside,
I enjoy this tingling feeling,
and the soft delighful cries...

On the day of our marriage...

When I was coming to thee
You were holding a mirror in your hands
And looking at me
We thought we were alike
Blinded by the mirror and it's pretentious side
There was no exchange of thoughts
Hence no progress was ever sought
Whenever we truely met
Planted strange fears
in each other's heads

On the day of our marriage
I came to give us one last chance
yet the memories from past
began their haunted dance
the realization was stark,
it had never been this strong
choking emptiness now reduced to tears,
residing in depths for long

you came to me with that thing
to put on my finger
t'was the golden ring

I heard a triumphant cry
of a soul that only sighed
till now, wept in silence
released from cluthces of lie

And so I withdrew my hand
since we were not meant
to be, I knew
Together in our blues

so when you came forward for a kiss
I planted one on your cheek
for it was a goodbye that I wished...

The Traveller

Its a long way
not longer than life
I have stayed here
for some time that i cared

I had to flow further
long stayed water always flusters
going to nowhere my path shows
through the deepest lows of shadows

For my path was still undecided
neither I fled nor chided
I walked alone in the long deserts
got scared of forests and leopards

Sometimes In darkness I cried too loud
I was alone in between the crowd
I became strong yet so strange
stronger than life,
and stranger than disdain

Throughout the journey i was with me
above the mountains and beneath the seas
Never the money or a relation died
never again i cared, laughed or cried

The journey has been stark-black and white
I lived every virtue and committed every sin
I traveled to grow and grew some more
higher than skies and cleverer than lore...

Life

Life is good bad
happy sad
joy sorrow
a new tomorrow
a forgiven past
forgotten at last
the present song
difficulties long
Gong of war
future afar
blissful times
ugly pines
songs of beauty
painful duty
love divine
a long luck line
flow of tears
unending fears
strange paths
unlucky hearts
bitter stories
wishful glories
new defeats
destiny beats
preheated words
wounds occurred
timeless holes
parallel poles
gloomy night
a bright daylight
reality bites
repeated suicides
drive for pleasure
disapproved treasure
layers on layers
thousands of prayers
death so near
still more pains to bear....

Fourth March

If you are an early reader of this blog you must be well aware of the madness and the reason behind fourth march. With the passing years i have been experiencing a contentment in me, more and more peace and love for the things around me. I no more ask for gifts (Exceptions: clothes, shoes, handbags, cosmetics, cash, some jewelry) hush.. :D :P I still have wants and greed, I am not that old yet.

On the auspicious occasion of my birthday i want to thank God for blessing me such destiny, for providing me with everything I could ever asked for, for giving me such a nice and loving family, a protective and loving mother, an understanding supportive and very loving father, and loving and adorable sister and a brother. I want to thank my protective, and supporting cousins and trustworthy and pampering friends. I want to tell God how glad I’m with this life and for all his gifts, which he gifted me when I was born. Be always with me to guide me to the right path and to help me in becoming a better human being. On this senti note I wish my self a happy b’day. :)

Things I enjoyed on b'day :
Never ending phone calls and loads of wishes from midnight till 2 am. And from 7.30 in the morning continuing whole day. Cake and flowers, surprise gifts by Puneet bhaiya and Saumya. Whole day shopping and hopping with Rochana and sugat, sizzlers at Golas tasted awesome, a wonderful B'day song in chorus by Pari and Shine, i enjoyed it Shine.. :) and South Indian food in dinner with Montu and rest of the family was wonderful.. Cake was delicious bhaiya and Saumya.. i enjoyed it a lot, and that's why saying it again n again. :) And last Photo session and unlimited photos with with Apurva, was hilarious and lovely :)
The world around me made my day. It was a Happy B'day.

Nothing is forever
neither a hill that stands still
nor river that seemed flowing forever
the winds and pretty weather
the roses and carnations
neither this beautiful time
Nor even you and i
who make it so
But the moments will be here
somewhere
till the eternity
till we live them again n again
until the ages
until our births n rebirths
until they are forgotten
but left touched forever...

Just Too Soon

And realised it
i changed just too soon
for good or bad, dont know
happy or sad, can't say
i knew it wasn't mine
it wasn't something destined
a world belongs to me
it stays under the oceans and seas
and i fought n fought hard
to get back what i lost
after walking miles in search of a truly blessed moon..

शून्य की ओर

अंधेरे कमरे में मैं जल रही थी
अपने ही विचारो से मैं पिघल रही थी
कुछ देर जली फिर कुछ और जली

उजले दिन को राख़ बनने को जली
फिर काली रात की परछाइयां मिटाने को जली
मैं अपनी ही परछाइयों में पली
फिर अपनी ही परछाइयों से जली

कभी बेगानों की पीड़ा ने जलाया
कभी अपनों की लीला ने जलाया
इसी जलन ने कुछ अपनों को बेगाना बनाया
इसी तपन में कुछ बेगानों को मैंने अपना पाया

कभी हल्कि सी हँसी ने हिलाया
कभी किसी के आंसुओं ने बुझाया
पर जलना मेरी फितरत है
मैं फिर जली, कुछ देर जली फिर कुछ और जली

जलते जलते मैंने कभी दो दिलों को मिलाया
मैंने कभी किसी को शायर बनाया
मैं अपने ही आंसूओं से
फिर कुछ और गली

मेरा जीवन था अंधियारे को काटना
मेरा लक्ष्य था विचारों को छांटना
मैं एक रूप से फिर शून्य में ढली
बुझने से पहले मैं फिर कुछ देर और जली

मेरी इस बुझती लौ ने फिर कुछ को रुलाया
मेरे इस अंत में मुझे मेरे अपनों ने भुलाया
शून्य से होकर मैं कहीं और मिली
ख़ुद में ही मिलने को मैं फिर एक बार और जली ...

A Tribute to all of them

This is a tribute to all those soldiers who have given their lives for us and who are still a sheild for us leaving their families and personal interests behind...

I love this poem alot.. Its written by a very famous poet Ramkumar Chaturvedi ji widely known as "Chanchal ji"

Desh ka Naksha

Na kagaz ko manate hain, Na syahi ko satate hain,
Lahoo wale lahoo se Desh ka Naksha banate hain..

Pahado se irade hain, Samandar si rawani hai,
Hamesha aag se athkheliyaan karti jawani hai.
Dishayein Dhyaan se sunti, Hawayein gungunati hain,
Sitaron ki Zubaano pe shaheedo ki kahaani hai..

Jinhe suvidha nahi bhati, na samjhote suhaate hain,
Gagan ko odhte hain, aur dharti ko bichate hain.

shahadat ko na samjhenge padon par aithnewale,
kuchakron main dhale sinhasano par baithnewale.
teejori bhakti hai jinki,kutilta shakti hai jinki
khushamad ki nadi main zindagi bhar paithne wale.

shahadat ek sauda hai watan par jaan dene ka,
jinhe swikar hai,vo maut se nazren milate hain.

swayam matha jhukata samne bhugol ata hai,
yashogatha swayam ithihas padkar sunata hai.
ki uski chah main sansar sukh ki sans leta hai,
shadhat vriksh hai,jisko yugon ka tap ugata hai.

na chandi bole pati hai, na sona taul pata hai,
kubero ke khazane dhool main aansu bahate hain.

jinhe raftar pyari hai, usi main chur rehete hain,

shahedon ke charan vigyapano se door rehete hain

kabhi anyay se takkar kabhi sangharsh shoshan se,

sada jwalamukhi ye aag se bharpur rehete hain.

na goli rok pati hai,na fansi tok pati hai,
ki karagar ko bhi mukti ka mandir manate hain.

Shaheedon ka satat sangharsh hi Imaan hota hai,
Rahe bedag Azaadi yehi armaan hota hai.
watan ki dhool hi inke liye hai swarg ka chandan,
Ki inka isht jita jaagta insaan hota hai.

yugon ki aandhiyon main bhi andhere cheerti hain jo,
laho se seenchkar aisi mashalon ko jalate hain...
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I guess i have conveyed my heart with this .

A heaps of Thanx to all of them. :)