स्वर अभी भी गूंजते हैं
फूटे थे कोमल अधरों से बन कर राग
आग्रही प्रेम के गीतों में ढल
स्वप्नों के रंग से रंजित मोहजाल ।
निशा निमंत्रण बन कर गूंजे थे...
वे कभी घृणित हुए थे दंभ भरे
समझे थे नश्वर को सत्य
अपमान भरे विष प्यालों जैसे ।
असीम वेदना के भी वाहक
रूक रूक कर करुण पुकार बने
वे आर्द्र थे उस संध्या को
लगते थे स्वयं में डूबे ।
आज भी इतने समय के बाद
और भी अनगिनत रूपों में
उल्लसित, शांत, करुण...
वे स्वर अब भी गूंजते हैं ।
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
चलो संग
प्रतीक्षाओं के लंबे साए
और जीवन के चुनिंदा गहरे पल
यही मूल है कुछ भी कहो
अश्रु भरी अकेली आंखों का ।
तारागण मुस्काते हों
और सौंदर्य विस्मित बने रहो
सच के साथी कुछ पल छोटे...
ढूँढ सको तो चलो संग ।
एकाकी खडे रहो तुम चुप
अश्रु ह्रदय से हो कर निकलें
सोच रहे हो गत काल प्रवाह ?
विषपान नहीं और जीवन कथा !
दीपों से सजी मधुर वीथिका...
स्वप्नों की प्राचीरों पार करते वास
अनादि सुरों से अनजाने
जाते कहाँ वैरागी आज !
और जीवन के चुनिंदा गहरे पल
यही मूल है कुछ भी कहो
अश्रु भरी अकेली आंखों का ।
तारागण मुस्काते हों
और सौंदर्य विस्मित बने रहो
सच के साथी कुछ पल छोटे...
ढूँढ सको तो चलो संग ।
एकाकी खडे रहो तुम चुप
अश्रु ह्रदय से हो कर निकलें
सोच रहे हो गत काल प्रवाह ?
विषपान नहीं और जीवन कथा !
दीपों से सजी मधुर वीथिका...
स्वप्नों की प्राचीरों पार करते वास
अनादि सुरों से अनजाने
जाते कहाँ वैरागी आज !
मूरत के श्याम
श्रद्धा से नत मस्तक ले प्रभु द्वार तुम्हारे आया हूँ ।
पट खोल ह्रदय के तुमको अपने साथ ले जाने आया हूँ ।
वे कहते हैं कि . . . तुम ही तुम हो जग में ।
पर हे मूरत के श्याम, मैं तो तेरी यह छवि ले जाने आया हूँ ।
पट खोल ह्रदय के तुमको अपने साथ ले जाने आया हूँ ।
वे कहते हैं कि . . . तुम ही तुम हो जग में ।
पर हे मूरत के श्याम, मैं तो तेरी यह छवि ले जाने आया हूँ ।
Friday, October 26, 2007
Time
O Time! In your inexhaustible flow
Deep into the moments
I wonder
Where I have reached!
I searched for peace at times
And then lost in intrigue
On hearing some footsteps
I’ve been waking up from bewildering sleeps.
In pursuit of truth I turned into a seeker at times
And then unknowingly became a story untold
With tears rolling from my eyes
You only know whom all I have been calling back…!
O time! You kept walking with me
And in your unknown dimensions
I kept making countless efforts
Searching your meaning.
In detached moments of life
Pulling my self towards higher levels
Knowingly at times and at times with no idea about it
I’ve been putting on new robes.
I’ve been seeing new sun every morning
Spreading its fresh rays and shine
It setting then in far horizons, getting lost
I’ve found myself roaming silently in desolate forests.
I kept playing with joy
And then stopping suddenly at some moments
O Time! Trying to pull the strings on you
I’ve been fighting wars in my thoughts.
In a small hut
Amidst the cool breezes
All alone in evenings disappearing fast
I’ve been having visions of storms.
O Time! Even after knowing the meaning
Of your laughter so loud
I do not really know why
I’ve been attempting to take lasting forms…!
Accepting my very own, even the shadows around me
Mixing up and singing melodies with them
I’ve found their sizes increasing with your flow...
Getting lost all of sudden into unknowns.
You have turned into the destroyer at times
And at times I’ve found you to be the protector on my side
Whether I’m with you or you are with me…
I’ve been searching this thread for long.
Deep into the moments
I wonder
Where I have reached!
I searched for peace at times
And then lost in intrigue
On hearing some footsteps
I’ve been waking up from bewildering sleeps.
In pursuit of truth I turned into a seeker at times
And then unknowingly became a story untold
With tears rolling from my eyes
You only know whom all I have been calling back…!
O time! You kept walking with me
And in your unknown dimensions
I kept making countless efforts
Searching your meaning.
In detached moments of life
Pulling my self towards higher levels
Knowingly at times and at times with no idea about it
I’ve been putting on new robes.
I’ve been seeing new sun every morning
Spreading its fresh rays and shine
It setting then in far horizons, getting lost
I’ve found myself roaming silently in desolate forests.
I kept playing with joy
And then stopping suddenly at some moments
O Time! Trying to pull the strings on you
I’ve been fighting wars in my thoughts.
In a small hut
Amidst the cool breezes
All alone in evenings disappearing fast
I’ve been having visions of storms.
O Time! Even after knowing the meaning
Of your laughter so loud
I do not really know why
I’ve been attempting to take lasting forms…!
Accepting my very own, even the shadows around me
Mixing up and singing melodies with them
I’ve found their sizes increasing with your flow...
Getting lost all of sudden into unknowns.
You have turned into the destroyer at times
And at times I’ve found you to be the protector on my side
Whether I’m with you or you are with me…
I’ve been searching this thread for long.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
समय ....
Composed on October 29, 1989
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समय ! तेरे अजस्र प्रवाह में
गुजरते पलों की गहराईयों में
मैं न जाने कहाँ से कहाँ
चला आया हूँ ।
मैं खोजता रहा शांति कभी
और फिर क्षोभ ज्वार मॆं डूब
कभी किसी पदचाप को सुन
अनजानी नींदों से जागा हूँ ।
सत्य साधक बना कभी
फिर व्यथित सा अकथ कथा बना
कुछ आँसू ढुलका
न जाने किसे बुलाता रहा हूँ ।
तू काल ! चलता रहा संग
मैं तेरे अनजान आयामों में
करता अनगिनत उपाय
तुझे खोजता रहा हूँ ।
मैं जीवन के वैरागी क्षणों में
अनुभूति को ' परा ' की ओर से
खींच कर जाने अनजाने
नए आवरण ओढ़ता रहा हूँ ।
नए सूर्यों को हर सबेरे
बिखेरते अपनी लालिमा और कांति
हर सांझ डूबते, खो जाते देखता
निःशब्द निर्जनों में घूमता रहा हूँ ।
मैं करता रहा हास
फिर रूक कर अचानक किसी पल
समय ! तेरी डोर खींचने को
विचारों मॆं लड़ता रहा हूँ ।
मैं मन्द शीतल हवाओं में
छोटी सी कुटी छा
हर सांझ नितांत अकेला
तूफानों को स्वप्न करता रहा हूँ ।
समय ! तेरे हास के अर्थ
जान कर भी न जाने क्यों
हर दिन जाने अनजाने
नए नए बिम्बों में ढलता रहा हूँ .
मैं छायाओं को अपना समझ
घुल मिलकर संग गीत कहते
फिर उनके बढते आकार ...
यकायक विलीन होते देखता रहा हूँ ।
कभी बना तू कराल
या तुझे बनाकर अपनी ढाल
तू मेरे संग या मैं तेरे
मैं यह सूत्र खोजता रहा हूँ ।
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समय ! तेरे अजस्र प्रवाह में
गुजरते पलों की गहराईयों में
मैं न जाने कहाँ से कहाँ
चला आया हूँ ।
मैं खोजता रहा शांति कभी
और फिर क्षोभ ज्वार मॆं डूब
कभी किसी पदचाप को सुन
अनजानी नींदों से जागा हूँ ।
सत्य साधक बना कभी
फिर व्यथित सा अकथ कथा बना
कुछ आँसू ढुलका
न जाने किसे बुलाता रहा हूँ ।
तू काल ! चलता रहा संग
मैं तेरे अनजान आयामों में
करता अनगिनत उपाय
तुझे खोजता रहा हूँ ।
मैं जीवन के वैरागी क्षणों में
अनुभूति को ' परा ' की ओर से
खींच कर जाने अनजाने
नए आवरण ओढ़ता रहा हूँ ।
नए सूर्यों को हर सबेरे
बिखेरते अपनी लालिमा और कांति
हर सांझ डूबते, खो जाते देखता
निःशब्द निर्जनों में घूमता रहा हूँ ।
मैं करता रहा हास
फिर रूक कर अचानक किसी पल
समय ! तेरी डोर खींचने को
विचारों मॆं लड़ता रहा हूँ ।
मैं मन्द शीतल हवाओं में
छोटी सी कुटी छा
हर सांझ नितांत अकेला
तूफानों को स्वप्न करता रहा हूँ ।
समय ! तेरे हास के अर्थ
जान कर भी न जाने क्यों
हर दिन जाने अनजाने
नए नए बिम्बों में ढलता रहा हूँ .
मैं छायाओं को अपना समझ
घुल मिलकर संग गीत कहते
फिर उनके बढते आकार ...
यकायक विलीन होते देखता रहा हूँ ।
कभी बना तू कराल
या तुझे बनाकर अपनी ढाल
तू मेरे संग या मैं तेरे
मैं यह सूत्र खोजता रहा हूँ ।
Monday, September 17, 2007
Nirbal Ke Bal Ram - Shri Ram is the Provider of Strength to Those Who are Weak and Downtrodden
O Shri Ram, let there be millions of salutations at your feet and let there be light in the dark minds of even those who try to question your being!
How naive of someone to question whether Lord Ram existed or not! How insensitive too!
If ASI - Archaeological Survey of India - does not have proof of Shri Ram's existence, it only means that they do not know enough.
Also, as the officers responsible run for their head, it would do good to them to visit the Lord's temple and invoke Him to pardon them for what they did... Alas, such could be the irony that one turns to help from the same Lord whom he/she denies an existence.
True, Nirbal Ke Bal Ram... The Lord does not discriminate.
Salutations to Shri Ram!
How naive of someone to question whether Lord Ram existed or not! How insensitive too!
If ASI - Archaeological Survey of India - does not have proof of Shri Ram's existence, it only means that they do not know enough.
Also, as the officers responsible run for their head, it would do good to them to visit the Lord's temple and invoke Him to pardon them for what they did... Alas, such could be the irony that one turns to help from the same Lord whom he/she denies an existence.
True, Nirbal Ke Bal Ram... The Lord does not discriminate.
Salutations to Shri Ram!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Krishna...Krishna....
Krishna Janmashtmi, September 04, 2007
Krishna...Krishna.... so echoed the soul stirring name of the eternal spirit called Krishna.
The echoes were so real and deep within that tears rolled out of the eyes and my soul got filled with 'bhakti' (devotion) for the Lord.
The place was Ujjain and I was at Sandipani Ashram - the place where lord Krishna received his education under his teacher named Sandipani. Located in the same premises is a place called 'Baithak' where Vallabhacharya gave discourses on Lord Krishna. When I entered the 'Baithak', the sweet sound of Krishna...Krishna.... started echoing in my very existence and I witnessed Krishna in my whole consciousness across the ages....! There was silence in the hall and there was this deep echo in my heart...!
Krishna... Krishnaa... O Lord, I offer you my salutations and my heart is overjoyed with your presence in my very being !
Krishna...Krishna.... so echoed the soul stirring name of the eternal spirit called Krishna.
The echoes were so real and deep within that tears rolled out of the eyes and my soul got filled with 'bhakti' (devotion) for the Lord.
The place was Ujjain and I was at Sandipani Ashram - the place where lord Krishna received his education under his teacher named Sandipani. Located in the same premises is a place called 'Baithak' where Vallabhacharya gave discourses on Lord Krishna. When I entered the 'Baithak', the sweet sound of Krishna...Krishna.... started echoing in my very existence and I witnessed Krishna in my whole consciousness across the ages....! There was silence in the hall and there was this deep echo in my heart...!
Krishna... Krishnaa... O Lord, I offer you my salutations and my heart is overjoyed with your presence in my very being !
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Words
Words
Dissolved
In air
Turned into fragrance
Of first rain
All around me.
That day
Those few words of yours
Conveyed to me
So much !
Dissolved
In air
Turned into fragrance
Of first rain
All around me.
That day
Those few words of yours
Conveyed to me
So much !
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Sunrise to Sunset...
Sunrise to sunset
And sunset to sunrise
The journey continues
As if forever.
The moment rolls over
The moment arrives
Ah, a moment was there
And the moment is awaited!
Sunrise to sunset
And sunset to sunrise
The witness creates the images
And images witness the moments.
How short is the day
And how long is the night
The moments between the moments
And the moment after the moments!
And sunset to sunrise
The journey continues
As if forever.
The moment rolls over
The moment arrives
Ah, a moment was there
And the moment is awaited!
Sunrise to sunset
And sunset to sunrise
The witness creates the images
And images witness the moments.
How short is the day
And how long is the night
The moments between the moments
And the moment after the moments!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Time...The Fundamental Building Block
The world is created out of time. As the time unfolds, the world appears. And as the time folds back, the world disappears...! The time is the most fundamental building block. Matter, energy, space...all are created out of time.
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