एक और बुलबुला

बुलबुले में कैद ज़िन्दगी
उड़ चली
जिधर को हवा चली..
राह में मिला एक और बुलबुला
संग चल पड़े दोनों
ज़िन्दगी दोगुनी हुई..

बुलबुला

मैं भी तो बुलबुला हूँ..
जो उड़ना चाहे, ऊँचा और ऊँचा
इतना की कभी ज़मीन को छूने न पाए
इतना की पेड़ों से टकराने न पाए
अपनों से मुह मोड़ कर
इस ताने-बाने को छोड़ कर
घुटन भरे सालों से प्रिय
मुझे आज़ादी के कुछ क्षण
उनमें ही जी लूं
आत्म-रस पी लूं
कर लूं स्वयं से साक्षात्कार!

Good Morning Sun

Saffron bright, He
Rises up from the laps of the ocean
"Good morning Sun!", I say
He chuckles, ambling on his way
His face glows
Like a kid, all smiles
He runs around you and me
Lighting, guiding, revealing
The beauty of his mother, Nature
In his youth, perpetual
He rests never ever!

Of Burdens

You see the stains on my shirt?

Mother(Momma), I am bleeding

Hurt by my own desires(aspirations)

Don't know where's this leading

See the scars on my face

Mother, I am shattered

Sick and tired of this race

Tell me, I am pleading

Why do we have to fight this war?

Why is it going on and on?

Why do we have to live this life?

Can't we just not be born?

Look, my breaths abandon me

I want to tell you Mother

I fought the war

Fought it real hard

And time shall tell

That your son was brave

But tell me Mother

before my conscience escapes

Why do we have to fight this war

Why is it going on and on?

Why do we have to live this life?

Can't we just not be born?

Of Simplicity

It is the month of November with its cozy coldness; The sun wakes up later and milder than always as if not wanting to come out of its slumber. I stand at a small khatal (small dairy farm like set up in Patna) waiting to get some milk. My family prefers fresh milk over the packaged one. I see a calf, beautiful light brown with a white mark on its forehead that gives it an angel like look. As I touch it with adoration and it moves its tail sideways, this thought occurred to me - The most beautiful things in this world are simple.

Yes, simplicity is the hall mark of beauty. You may doubt it , even laugh at it, but you will have to believe it.
Simplicity lies in the redness of the morning sun. See the  droplets of dew playfully resting in the bosom of green. Nature boasts of it aloud. What can be more blissful than the redolence of jasmine rushing through your nerves along with the soulful breeze? Or sound of a river gushing through the rocks?

Simplicity dwells in truth. You tell one lie and there piles up a heap of lies one over another.  It lies in the courage needed to relinquish the artificial glamor; in the hymns of the saints.

It rests in Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' and in Tagore's 'Lotus'. Simpleness embraced Kabir and Tulsi, Gandhi and Kalam devoid of the falseness of caste, gender, race and nationality. It belongs to the Saptasura (seven notes of music).
Simplicity is found in the innocent cries of the new born baby as it moves its tiny fingers and soft feet. It is depicted in the numerous stories of the elderly. Simplicity creates life, nay, I say, Simplicity is life itself.


Still doubt? See your mother!