Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,
Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi.
Ek dost hai kaccha pakka sa,
Ek jhooth hai aadha saccha sa.
Zazbaat ko dhake ek parda bas,
Ek bahana hai accha sa.
Jeevan ka ek aisa saathi hai,
Jo door ho ke pass nahin.
Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,
Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi.
Hawa ka ek suhana jhonkha hai,
Kabhi najuk toh kabhi tufaano sa.
Sakal dekh kar jo nazrein jhuka le,
Kabhi apna toh kabhi begaano sa.
Zindgi ka ek aisa humsafar,
Jo samandar hai, par dil ko pyaas nahi.
Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,
Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi.
Ek saathi jo ankahi kuch baatein keh jaata hai,
Yaadon me jiska ek dhundhla chehra reh jaata hai.
Yuh toh uske na hone ka kuch gam nahin,
Par kabhi-kabhi aankho se ansu ban ke beh jaata hai.
Yuh rehta toh mere tassavur me hai,
Par in aankho ko uski talaash nahi.
Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,
Tum keh dena koi khaas nahin
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Nandu***
Dear all,
Here is a story of Nandu which i will be putting across to u at irregular intervals...pardon me for my apalling formatting....n yes Nandu is a imaginary character and has no resemblence to anybody whom i know(jus a declaration...hahahahah).
NANDU****
Springtime was here.It seemed that the earth was in full bloom.i sat on my study table trying to ideal away time.To a eight year old this one hr was the most painful and unjustified way of spending the afternoon.i scribbled in my homewok copy as slowly as I could.i could hear the birds chirping smwhere,the dhobi’s bicycle entering the maingate. daman the dhobi always decorated his bicycle as if it was his newly wed wife.I scratched my head,my hair was loose n disheveled.I was jus deciding whether to peep thru the window wen I cud hear ma warning me that there wud be no respite n she wouldn’t settle for less than half an hr at the study table.
Life seemed so weird..half a day was gone toiling at school, then home,a lonely neighborhood, huge stretches of paddy fields.There seemed so much to do but this horrendous and boring task of finishing homework was most unwanted thing in life right now. But ahh…patience…I had to wait..wait till my savior angel Srijan came rushing down the sitting hall and took me away to a new world …My world.
Srijan ,was the only kid in the neighbourhood. He was ten.I had taken an instant liking to him when we shifted down to Jasidih. I could hear the heavy ticking of the clock but the needles of time had jus frozen. I kept staring at the clock for I don’t know how long…I promised myself that this week I surely wud learn how to read the clock.a gush of wind thru the open window n shook me from my day dreaming …n there came Srijan’s voice loud as the temple gong “nandu…nandu…fast lets go. I’ve seen a new butterfly near the chana khet” I rushed as if it was the most urgent thing in the world.I cud hear ma screaming somewhere in the backdrop…she jus wanted me to be home back in time.i rushed thru the main gate not even glancing athe the dhobi’s bicycle which was parked in the courtyard….my pink frock was hanging lose below my knees…it jus wouldn’t let me run.I lifted my frock till my knees and paced my tiny feets as fast I could. Sri was leading…I had to catch up with him…the tall grass was mercilessly tearing at my knees but No stopping Nandini…the new butterfly may jus fly off to some other world before I cud see. So run..fast…faster.
We were almost there coz I cud see Sri bring down his speed and looking around..he waived …I slowed down…I looked around.I was breathing heavily..couldnt see anything…slowly I moved down towards Sri…he was trying hard..but in vain.kept hunting for the butterfly till we felt lost…wished I had wings too..Jus as we had lost all hopes…a big fat raindrop fell on cheeks…I looked up and waited…huh..no more. Sri took my hand and we ran towards the house…it was drizzling.We sat in the verandah watching the drizzle as Sri described the butterfly to me.He told me about the number of colors it’s wings were painted with. Life seemed so colorless.I had jus one question across my mind “ will I see that butterfly again?”I wanted to.
As the drizzling stopped..Sri rushed towards his home.I walked back indoors with a heavy heart and felt everything was lost forever.I could see Tara di chopping vegetable…hmmmm …another dinner on it’s way.I loved the way she peeled the vegetables n cut them into cubes, but today was different…I didn’t want to marvel the art…was jus about to look around for ma when I heard sri call again….this time it was louder….i rushed out hurriedly as Taradi called out “mammuni,get back home soon”
Sri was waiting near the maingate….he took my hand the told me “ I want to show u smthing”……pulled me with him and we ran…across the field..across the teela…across the peepal…across the lal kua towards the old temple. Suddenly Sri stopped….i too came to a sudden halt..he clasped his hand on my eyes and turned me right….He then opened my eyes.. …I looked at Sri…he was pointing towards the grazing pasture…”look Nandu…look”
And there it was….A rainbow painted across the sky….i was breathless…it was so beautiful…I wanted to see 7 separate colors but I couldn’t…the colors were all mixed up n it made it look like the road to heaven…I wondered if I cud ever see a fairy walking down this road to heaven…my hands were clasped in joy n I was rejoicing….
I suddenly felt Sri taking my hand . I looked at him..his eyes were shining…he said softly “Nandu, Isnt it more beautiful than the butterfly??”.I looked up at him….there was a twinkle in his eyes as if he was saying…”Come Nandu, hold my hand tight, lets fly touch it”….My eyes brimmed with happiness and I wanted to ask Sri “can we take a handful of those colors home”???
Here is a story of Nandu which i will be putting across to u at irregular intervals...pardon me for my apalling formatting....n yes Nandu is a imaginary character and has no resemblence to anybody whom i know(jus a declaration...hahahahah).
NANDU****
Springtime was here.It seemed that the earth was in full bloom.i sat on my study table trying to ideal away time.To a eight year old this one hr was the most painful and unjustified way of spending the afternoon.i scribbled in my homewok copy as slowly as I could.i could hear the birds chirping smwhere,the dhobi’s bicycle entering the maingate. daman the dhobi always decorated his bicycle as if it was his newly wed wife.I scratched my head,my hair was loose n disheveled.I was jus deciding whether to peep thru the window wen I cud hear ma warning me that there wud be no respite n she wouldn’t settle for less than half an hr at the study table.
Life seemed so weird..half a day was gone toiling at school, then home,a lonely neighborhood, huge stretches of paddy fields.There seemed so much to do but this horrendous and boring task of finishing homework was most unwanted thing in life right now. But ahh…patience…I had to wait..wait till my savior angel Srijan came rushing down the sitting hall and took me away to a new world …My world.
Srijan ,was the only kid in the neighbourhood. He was ten.I had taken an instant liking to him when we shifted down to Jasidih. I could hear the heavy ticking of the clock but the needles of time had jus frozen. I kept staring at the clock for I don’t know how long…I promised myself that this week I surely wud learn how to read the clock.a gush of wind thru the open window n shook me from my day dreaming …n there came Srijan’s voice loud as the temple gong “nandu…nandu…fast lets go. I’ve seen a new butterfly near the chana khet” I rushed as if it was the most urgent thing in the world.I cud hear ma screaming somewhere in the backdrop…she jus wanted me to be home back in time.i rushed thru the main gate not even glancing athe the dhobi’s bicycle which was parked in the courtyard….my pink frock was hanging lose below my knees…it jus wouldn’t let me run.I lifted my frock till my knees and paced my tiny feets as fast I could. Sri was leading…I had to catch up with him…the tall grass was mercilessly tearing at my knees but No stopping Nandini…the new butterfly may jus fly off to some other world before I cud see. So run..fast…faster.
We were almost there coz I cud see Sri bring down his speed and looking around..he waived …I slowed down…I looked around.I was breathing heavily..couldnt see anything…slowly I moved down towards Sri…he was trying hard..but in vain.kept hunting for the butterfly till we felt lost…wished I had wings too..Jus as we had lost all hopes…a big fat raindrop fell on cheeks…I looked up and waited…huh..no more. Sri took my hand and we ran towards the house…it was drizzling.We sat in the verandah watching the drizzle as Sri described the butterfly to me.He told me about the number of colors it’s wings were painted with. Life seemed so colorless.I had jus one question across my mind “ will I see that butterfly again?”I wanted to.
As the drizzling stopped..Sri rushed towards his home.I walked back indoors with a heavy heart and felt everything was lost forever.I could see Tara di chopping vegetable…hmmmm …another dinner on it’s way.I loved the way she peeled the vegetables n cut them into cubes, but today was different…I didn’t want to marvel the art…was jus about to look around for ma when I heard sri call again….this time it was louder….i rushed out hurriedly as Taradi called out “mammuni,get back home soon”
Sri was waiting near the maingate….he took my hand the told me “ I want to show u smthing”……pulled me with him and we ran…across the field..across the teela…across the peepal…across the lal kua towards the old temple. Suddenly Sri stopped….i too came to a sudden halt..he clasped his hand on my eyes and turned me right….He then opened my eyes.. …I looked at Sri…he was pointing towards the grazing pasture…”look Nandu…look”
And there it was….A rainbow painted across the sky….i was breathless…it was so beautiful…I wanted to see 7 separate colors but I couldn’t…the colors were all mixed up n it made it look like the road to heaven…I wondered if I cud ever see a fairy walking down this road to heaven…my hands were clasped in joy n I was rejoicing….
I suddenly felt Sri taking my hand . I looked at him..his eyes were shining…he said softly “Nandu, Isnt it more beautiful than the butterfly??”.I looked up at him….there was a twinkle in his eyes as if he was saying…”Come Nandu, hold my hand tight, lets fly touch it”….My eyes brimmed with happiness and I wanted to ask Sri “can we take a handful of those colors home”???
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
It's Raining!!!
Parched is my soul
Thirst engulfs my being
I spread my hand
Heat beckons me
And ,
Then ;
A Miracle!!!!!
I can hear a roaring
Fierce gust of wind shakes me : ))
My heart skips a beat
Praise the lord….
My face upturned towards what they call "HEAVEN"
A band of cloud rushes thru the open doors of the sky
I raise my arms to embrace LIFE
Happiness hits my face as small droplets
IT’s Raining…Rejoice O World Rejoice!!!!!!
Thirst engulfs my being
I spread my hand
Heat beckons me
And ,
Then ;
A Miracle!!!!!
I can hear a roaring
Fierce gust of wind shakes me : ))
My heart skips a beat
Praise the lord….
My face upturned towards what they call "HEAVEN"
A band of cloud rushes thru the open doors of the sky
I raise my arms to embrace LIFE
Happiness hits my face as small droplets
IT’s Raining…Rejoice O World Rejoice!!!!!!
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