Sunday, 19 December 2010

WHEN I MISS YOU(Written in 1985)

My love,
Whenever I miss you
I miss the whole thread
Between you and I
That links us together.

I sit here and fight
All sorts of War
Suffer all kinds of pangs
And get my "self" divided
Into fragments in your absence,
Fragments of time,tense and passion.

I hang as ever
Between memories and desires
As they keep coming disturbingly,
I am still sitting with her
Teaching her chemistry of passion.
Sitting with her I am learning
How winds interact with leaves,
Flowers with butterflies.

I see you turning into mother,
But fail to watch myself turning into father.
I am just a grand old father
With my sons up in arms
'gainst me and away
Deserting me like a dust in the been,
But grand old sons clinging to me
Even today.

The waves continue to come
One after another,
I stand still between mother and son
All silent but with mixed feeling
Of what I lost and what I gained.

Saturday, 18 December 2010


Why do I like
To be loved and praised?
Why do I think
Everything meaningless and sterile?
Why is my syntax so fractured
And the world
Ever punctuating my life
That's mine and mine alone.

Why do I take everything
In terms of passion,obsession.
Why do I underline things
Which were passionless,
Though I'm a son,a father and all
That exists as human.

Yet why do I think
I'm as good as God,
And as bad as I am.
Will you answer me,mom.
Why I need a world
Vertically vivid and vibrant
To climb on.

Friday, 26 November 2010

When I asked

One day,
Yes,one day
When I asked mom,
'"What Life Is?"
She showed me
The heard of lambs
In the pasture land,
Butterflies on flowers
And birds in the sky.

When I asked,
"What Love Is?"
She took me in her arms
And hugged me fast,
Gave me a tender peck
On my cheeks.
I felt her passionate touch.

When I asked,
"What Service Is?"
She took me to a lepor's house,
Cleaned his wounds,
Applied some curant,
And bandaged them full.
She spoke some lovely words
To heal his soul.

When I asked,
"What Education Is?"
She brought a cake,
Made its pieces
And gave me first to eat.

When I asked,
"How To FollowThe Ways Of Life?"
She lent me her finger
And guided my walk
Till the forest came.

When I asked,
"What School Is?"
She took me in the open
To show me the rising sun
In the morning,
And the moon and stars at night.

When I asked,
"What Nature Is?"
She took me to a river,
And said,"See the fountain
Falling from the high hills.
It make rivers,
Rivers make oceans,
Oceans make clouds,
Clouds bring rain
On the mountains
And a coloured bow
In the sky.

Like your curiousity
The cycle of Nature
Endlessly goes on........


I am opening myself
Before you,
'cause you know
My strength and weaknesses,
The very pattern that I am.

At times I grow rash and rustic,
At times so gentle and so nice .
I don't take it as bad or good,
Others do take,
As I follow the code of mind.

Mother,I want to live the moments
That's I am , that's you are,
Where you love me , I love you
And hatred ever follows toghther.

Here I am a masculine moment,
And you a feminine one
Enjoying the warmth
Of touch and tension.

I wish that reunion,
That touch and separation
Time and again
Where you turn into passion
I turn into passion
That forms all relations.

Mother let me be formless,
Let me be only passionate.
Don't leave me alone
Like a hamletted stranger.


Dear mom,
Do you know
What corruptio is.
How it creeps into me.

Body is always a tempting road
Where upon everyone likes to tread.
Everyone likes to see,
Everyone likes to touch
Its silky,silvery skin.

I am that body now
With passionate legs and mind.
But you dare not watch me,
And the change that I am.
Body matters in all respect.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010



I have seen a bird
Flying deep
In the blue sky
In the backdrop of setting sun
And its fading light.

Her golden glowing wings
Were challenging the infinite,
She looked like a missile
Going parabolically to the horizon
The meeting point of earth and sky.

But,oh !
I was hell bent to show her
A new heaven that was mine.
So asked her to come and sit
Together with me.
She laughed off my proposal,
And said,"no".

Yet, I said
"Dear bird,don't you wish to realise
Long standing dreams
That lies still in your eyes"
She fluttered her wings and went-up In the sky,
"I don't need anything but wings to fly."she said.

I asked her once again,
"come on and sit with me for a while,
I will show you my world
So big and wide.

She came near me and sat on a wall.
"This togetherness is a bliss for me", she said.
"But what of my freedom,what of my flight",
It was a question for me in her eyes,
Yet she was all smiles.

But I could cleary see
She was happy listening me,
But was wary of magical spell of my words.
And felt entrapped which she most diliked.
She was measuring anxiously
The spanning net of words
With her eyes,
And not the sky with her wings.

She was growing restless
She was fade-up with her idle wings,
'cause she was losing fun to fly.
She implored,"Let me be on my wings,
Let me have my sky.

Suddenly she broke open
The magical spell of words,
And went-up in the sky.
My net of charming words fell apart

She desperately wanted to be
On her wings again,
But not the part of my dreamy flights.
I sadly collected
All my thoughts and made
A memorabilla
In her sweet memory.

Whenever she flew past me,
She hovered over me to see
What I have in the name of she.
But I surely know
She wanted only to fly
As it was her dreams,
It was her life.

But to repent my deed
I made a last request to her,
"Do visit the nest I have made
In my mind , in my heart.
I will keep it ready,keep it clean

And wait
Till ETERNITY to repent
What I have done !
Tried to weave a net
Around her.

Sunday, 14 November 2010


Child is a dream,child has a dream
I was a child,I had a dream
Child is an Adam,child is an Eve
In the womb I safely live.

It was dark but purified.
As the Garden Of Eaden wide
It was my original Home
A land of fairies and airy roam.

They travelled,I could not much.
For,I was in the earthly Touch.
When my mother brought me out
To the earth and realm of thought.
I was still in divine arms
But,alas!I have lost all
That is chaste and charms.

Friday, 8 October 2010


The time is ripe
To sow
The seed of love
And let it sprout
In all its glory
And come out
With twin parting petals
Of gold,
And turn in to
A big,beautiful tree
With endless
Sprawling shadow of love
Beyond and across
The compass
Of all religion.

For this
We need some light
Light that may dazzle
The heart and mind.
So let us drop
The seed of the Sun
Into the deep Ocean
Of necessities and carnel desires
Let it come out ,
Out of the the ocean bed
And rise
In the eastern horizon
Of Mind,
Like a red hot iron ball
That'll keep glowing
Brighter and brighter
During the day.
And dispell.......
The darkness
At will .

Tuesday, 5 October 2010


मैं वही मिन्नी हूँ
जो लड़ती थी
जो लड़ती है ...

पर जानते हो वह क्यूँ लड़ती है
अनर्गल प्रलाप करती है
सारी समझदारी बिल्कुल अचानक
ताक पे रख देती है
और अपने ही हाथों
अपने सपनों की पिटारी को लॉक कर देती है

तुम्हें तो लगता है
'मिन्नी झक्की है
कोई बात नहीं समझती
बस लड़ती है
एक सिरे से दूसरे सिरे तक
अपनी ही बातों से अलग-थलग हो जाती है !'

समझते तो तुम नहीं
मिन्नी तो बहुत सीधीसादी है
बड़े छोटे हैं उसके सपने
जैसे किसी नन्हें बच्चे को नहला धुलाकर
काला टीका लगाकर पालने में बिठा देते हैं
बिल्कुल वैसे ही ...
वैसे ही खिले-खिले
वैसे ही मासूम

और मासूम बच्चे को एक ऊँगली की ज़रूरत होती है
एक प्यार भरे स्पर्श की ज़रूरत होती है
वो गिर जायेगा
घुटने छिल जायेंगे
सर पे गुमड निकल आएगा
और लगातार रोने की आवाज़ आएगी
ऊंऊंऊंऊंऊं आँआँआँआँआँआँ

समय बीत जाने के बाद
बच्चा थक के सो जाता है
उसकी शरारतें रूक जाती हैं
पर मिन्नी के ख्वाब आज भी जिंदा हैं
सपने खोये नहीं हैं
मिश्रीवाली झोपड़ी
लुकाछुपी वाले खम्भे
और फ्रिलवाली फ्रॉक
उसकी ऊँगली पकड़ लेने में हर्ज़ क्या है
मुठ्ठी में लेमनचूस भर देने में हर्ज़ क्या है
क्यूँ खामखाह समझदारों की भीड़ में उसे गुम कर देना चाहते हो
मिन्नी खो गई
तो फिर कुछ शेष नहीं रहेगा
(आदरणीय रश्मिप्रभा जी की रचना)

Myself Doll.
The girl next door
Who used to fight,
Fight and play
Still fights.

Do you know why?
Why I shout
Why I stopped listening
To anyone,
And put my dreams

You think
I am cynic,
Who doesn’t try
To understand anything
Just keeps fighting ,
Fighting and fighting.
End to end.
And gets separated
Into twin self.

It's you
Who don’t
Understand me,
My "self" yet.

I am very simple,
Very straight.
Have simple dreams
Like a nascent babe
Who has been prepared
And made to sit
On the cradle
Or.on the floor
And looks like a flower
Freshly bloomed
Full of beauty,
Full of innocence .

I need a finger to tread
Upon the road of life.
With the touch of love.
I may lose control
And fall
And get my knees hurt,
Or may have a bump
On my head.
And'll cry bitterly in pain.
I’ll sleep after getting tired.
My mischief will also retire.

My dreams are still alive
And have not been lost
In the bushes of busy life.
And the corners of my house
Is still full of sweet memories
Of where I stayed and played
The game of hide and seek.
Wearing star studed frock.

It’s not otherwise
To leave the finger
And move,
Both hands filled
With dreamy chocose.
I need not get mixed up
With world so mature .

If my innocence is lost
Nothing’ll stay fresh,
Fragrant and fine.
‘Cause I dearly love
My loneliness.
Yes,very dearly.
Don’t wish a friend.
If you blame me,blame.
My “yes” goes with it.
I can’t be like you।

I am Columbus in life,
In search of the Island of love
There is aroma of love।
Essence of feeling

What did you say?
Life is first to live than to love.
I do know what love is.
What Krishna meant to Radha,
And to Meera
Love is source
Of my energy
To survive
All odds in life
That only I know.

See the power of love.
I feel hungry
When loved ones are near
And we are together,
And hungerless
When they are away.

I still love and respect time.
I maintain it too..
If I fail to reach in time.
Both Time & Me
Will lose
Our credibility together,
For ever.

I am just like that,
Surprisingly unique
For, the world I live
Has lovely dreams।
(रश्मिप्रभा जी की कविता "मिन्नी" का अंग्रेजी अनुवाद)

Thursday, 24 June 2010

समर्पण / तुमसे मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये

तुमसे ही है जीवन मेरा,
तुम्हीं मेरा आधार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

माथे बिंदी,हाथों कंगन ,
पावों में पायल की रून-झुन,
बालों में फूल भरा गजरा,
अपने में यौवन-भार लिए,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

जब चलती तुम इठलाती सी ,
मदमाती सी ,बल खाती सी ,
गंगोत्री बन बहती जाती
मेरा तट अपने साथ लिए,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

यादों की उम्र नहीं छोटी,
यह मन में बसता जाता है,
हम आगे बढ़ते जाते हैं,
यह पीछे-पीछे आता है
खुशबु की एक बयार लिए,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

जब-जब जाती हो छोड़ मुझे ,
नज़रों से ओझल रहती हो,
आता है मुझको याद सदा
तेरे संग बीता एक-एक पल,
मीठी सी कुछ सौगात लिए,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

जब दर्द बहूत बढ़ जाता है,
बैचैनी बढती जाती है,
यादों राह की पकड़ता हूँ ,
तस्वीर तुम्हारी साथ लिए,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

सपनों में हर-पल साथ तेरा
जीवन तुम बिन अभिशाप बना ,
कुछ कह जाती,कुछ सुन जाती
मन को थोड़ा बहला जाती ,
तुम बिन सूना संसार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

मैं आज भी जिए जाता हूँ ,
अंतस में तेरी याद लिए
तेरे आने की आस लिए ,
तेरे आने की आस लिए.
क्योंकि तुम मेरा प्यार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

तुमसे मिलने की सोच मात्र
मुझको रोमांचित कर जाती ,
जब तुम मुझको मिल जाती ,
मन कहता है आभार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

जब सामने तुम आ जाती हो
मन-प्राण हरा हो जाता है,
सावन की घटा छा जाती है,
जब पास बैठ मुस्काती तुम,

तेरे संग बीता एक-एक पल
यादों में चलता जाता है है
उम्र नहीं कोई उसकी ,
हर-पल मुझको बहलाता है
मैं आज भी जिए जाती हूँ
अंतस में विरह की आग लिए
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

सपनों सा हर-पल साथ तेरा ,
जीवन तुम बिन अभिशाप मेरा ,
जाते-जाते कुछ कह जाते
दिल को मेरे समझा जाते ,
तुम बिन रीता जीवन मेरा ,
तुम बिन सूना संसार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

तुम पास बैठ मुस्काती जब
सावन की घटा छा जाती है ,
बादल भी बरसने लगते हैं ,
हरियाली छाती जाती है ,
ऐसा है तेरा प्यार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

जब पास नहीं होते हो तुम
विचलित सी मैं हो जाती हूँ ,
जब पा लेती अपने भीतर ,
हो जाती एकाकार प्रिये,
तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा ,
तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.

Tuesday, 25 May 2010


I was
a child
Didn't understand
Why mother was
So possessive,
All the time
In her behaviour
In her love.

She always thought us
Very careless,
Very naive,
As a child who needs
A finger to move.
She was every bit a care,
Had lots of affection
To share.

She bares her heart
And brings her mind out,
Whenever got angry,
She relentlessly soughts.
Her embrace was very tight,
For us she had taken
Many decisions-wrong or right.

Now I am
A grown-up man
Who do not care a bit
Nor do think her ways
Being always fit.

But my inner self
Makes me feel,
I ,too, am growing
A little aggressive,
A little possessive.

This is the way
Our blood streams
And flow,
Flow like a River ripe,
Looking still,
As always be
A latent heat
Of Eternity.

Monday, 24 May 2010


You made the APPLE,
You made me.
But never understood I
Why stopped me
From plucking and eating
The fruit
So delicious,so nice,
Of that Forbidden Tree.
I was told it was vice.

One day I got the Fruit
From that Forbidden Tree.
Along with that came
The Seed of Knowledge
Unveiling the secret of Earth and Sea
That you never wanted to be shared
Between Eve and Me.

You feared for your Place,
You feared for your Face
You discussed it many times,
To save your crown
Your anger new no bounds
We were immediately thrown down,

Deprived of Heaven and Grace,
Together with Eve
We needed great courage to face
The world we were in.
I'll begin afresh
A beginning all new .
With greater creative urge
We will make life to surge
And go beyond horizon
Under the Sun.

The grecious Globe we'll make
With two Hemispheres of Eve and me,
Love will lead the Life,
Progression there would be.

Eve holds the centre
Being Nucleus
Of me and others
Who'll later follow her and me.
You will remain my Mentor,
But We can't accept
Your authoratative approach,
Or any of your reproach.

Though we'll ever miss you,
Remember your lovely Land,
Miss your affectionate touch,
But have the thread of life
In our hands
And never repent much.

Today I am a happy lot
That together we,like you,are creating
A whole new world
Fully dynamic,fully vibrant
With our moon and stars at night
And the rising Sun during the day.

Under the blue sky,
Between the two ends of life
we are making all efforts
To live and Let live,
Making the Earth
My second Home and have
The same pleasure
Thatyou gave.

Yet,we'll surely miss you ever
And believe me we'll forget you never
And keep you always abreast
'cause ultimately You are my Father,
The Almighty.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010


Sparrows were in dire need
Of a place to live in peace
But kept thinking
Where to find a seat
In this jungle of concrete.

Our happiness crossed all seas,
And soared to the boundless blue,
When Sparrows visited our home
And chose a curvy dome
On the top of my gate
To make their nest
And have a safer fate,
After making round and round
They felt it very safe and sound.

When the sparrows arrived,
It seemed as if
someone very close have come,
Our hearts were filled With unseen pleasure
As if we all got some rare treasure.

Their every effort
Had our full support
Whether they brought
twigs,cotton or straw,
Made a furry nest.

One day she laid her eggs
And both kept sitting
One by oneand attempted comfort best
Keeping their chicks always abrest.

Later in a week
She hatched them to life
We were the curious onlookers
Of their every move.

They kept going out
And grain some brought
Fed all the three beaks
Through out the day ,
Through the weeks.

We were sure
A mother has come
And has brought along
some very beautiful gifts.
Her passion for life
Was all dedication,
All surrender,
And all medition
They kept their nursing on,
Now skin was turning brown.

We wanted to be the part
Of their party
With our guest of curiousity,
But knew it very well,
It will not serve our,
Or their purpose,
It may not be a necessity.

So we all kept mum
and watched Silently
Life go cradled
In the nest in our house.

But fate had else in store,
Pleasure turned sour
When a chic fell to the ground,
The other was taken
To the sky unbound.

The Nest was throughly tattered,
Our dreams dashed and shattered.


Mother you are
The noblest medium of Grace
In a mortal attire,
Out of carnel Desire
Full of love,full of life
In miniature,
Nature you are,
Mother you are.

You are the cosmos,
Galaxies you are,
You are the sun,
the moon and stars.
It was you who Adam allured,
And made
the human progression
For me God you are,
Mother you are.

Whether Kaushalya or Kaikeyee,
Whether Yashoda or vaidehi.
Life got your lap
And Nature became its map,
Civilizations come and go
But love in your bosom ever grow,
You are The Teacher,
Guide you are.
Mother you are .

You brought-up Ravana
You brought-up Ram,
You brought-up Kansa
You brought-up Shyam
Offered utmost care,
Great Mentor you are ,
Mother you are.

Like Nature
you nursed them all
As it was
an eternal call.
You fed them well,
you led them well,
You were the Sunshine
And the light devine.
For everyone
Fare you are,
Mother you are.

What they got and what they met
Wasn't just due to their fate.
Between birth and death,
They had many acts and date,
They are responsible
For what they are,
Mother you are.

You always stay nucleus
And become
A protonic pull
For all throbbing Hearts
Moving in diffrent orbits
And circling in many spheres
Remain glued to your charm
Without having
Any inkling of harm,
You have greater orientation
As you have strong Gravitation.
English summer you are,
Mother you are.

Whatever be the matter,
You keep everyone together.
You are always
A bunch of BOON,
Be it morning,evening or noon.

Monday, 17 May 2010


There was a green woods
And there was sky blue,
There was a shining Sun,
There was some light and hue,
Though there was shared space,
Yet there was no much race.

Humans with greed
Took more than they need,
Though much of space,
They forcely acquired,
And that much space
We haven't required.

It was the time
when I lost my nest
I lost my calm,
I lost my rest.

Buildings became highrise
And there was no sunrise
People were traitors,
They were senseless cheats
Who I never wish to see
Nor ever like to meet.

Here I fear to flutter
Even my powerful wings,
And dare not take to sky
Where the dangers lie.
As this haunted me ever
I liked this life never.

So O' Lord,
Give me a thorny tree
Give me some power,
Give me some place
Where I could weave the best
And hang it on that tree

There to lay my eggs,
There to have some rest.
And there live with peace
There live with grace.

In a week or two,
I'll lay my eggs
Hatch them to a life new
Not facing danger
Inside the house.

I'll feed my little ones,
And give them stronger wings
To fly in the open sky
In the winter or spring.

All dreams came true
In my cozy nest
That we have made
Out of diffrent waste.
Chicks were chirpy
And restless lot
Who made us busy
Day and night
They play sometime,
Some time they fight.

But our happiness didn't last more,
Fate had a gloomy day in store.
A saitan visited my nest,
Our dream were badly shattered,
And emotions severely battered
And put to dust for ever.