tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55637597713710589372024-03-12T20:49:04.283-07:00THE HANGING NESTWHERE DREAMS LIVES AND KEEPS OSCILLATINGRajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-23058863886126933332020-10-15T01:38:00.002-07:002020-10-15T01:38:41.562-07:00<p> ON THE PATH OF GAIN</p><div>Dear Angel, </div><div>I’m sorry for the earth & sky </div><div>You shared alone. </div><div>I’m sorry for the air </div><div>You breathed alone. </div><div>I’m sorry for the flowers you touched, </div><div>And the games you played alone. </div><div>I earned a lot, </div><div>Achieved the goals </div><div>Beyond my dreams, </div><div>Touched the horizons of success, </div><div>But all without you , my love. </div><div>In a trance of trampling success </div><div>I forgot you’re a part of me, </div><div>I forgot you’re in me. </div><div>Not only that, </div><div>I forgot the days </div><div>When I told you to brush your teeth, </div><div>Helped you to get dressed, </div><div> And go to school. </div><div>When we went to park </div><div>You holding my finger & walked </div><div>The green patches of our grassy lawn. </div><div>I’m very sorry to say </div><div>I have seen you grow </div><div>All alone in my presence </div><div>With your west-ward emotions </div><div>Full of breezy lull. </div><div>I missed your first day at school, </div><div>First football match, </div><div>Your Halloween Parade </div><div>And many more. </div><div>Now they are countless to write, </div><div>Countless to read. </div><div>Dear doll, </div><div>In your suffering </div><div>I too have suffered </div><div>By allowing my priorities over my relationship </div><div>All at the cost of globetrotting job. </div><div>This I could know </div><div> A year ago </div><div>When I asked you to remember </div><div>What you missed </div><div>When I was away. </div><div>You asked me to wait, </div><div>Went to your room </div><div> And came with a piece of paper, </div><div>And handed me a list of 22 events </div><div>Surely important one for you, </div><div>Important one for me. </div><div> List of events & activities you compiled . </div><div>Both you & I missed </div><div>Due to my so called commitments. </div><div>Surely it was a wake-up call! </div><div>Excuses apart </div><div>Each missing events </div><div>Weighed heavy upon me, </div><div>My tours , travels & meets. </div><div> But I was sure enough now </div><div>By doing so I have missed </div><div>A thread of life & love. </div><div>It deeply hurts to know </div><div>I allowed my relations </div><div> To ride on unruly waves </div><div>Of misleading commitments. </div><div> Work may be worship </div><div>But not at the cost of you. </div><div>Now I’m with you </div><div>Binding knot to knot </div><div>And kissing every smile.</div><div> (Rajiv kumar/29/09/2014)</div>Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-77295068490224671532011-04-05T23:08:00.000-07:002011-04-05T23:22:07.186-07:00Waves WithinI hate to see <br />Your face<br />Of others <br />I do love <br /><br />They seem more active, <br />Your inertia <br />Never stops by woods <br />Of feelings <br /><br />My blood is affectionate <br />To those at distance <br />You are close to me, <br />Yet far away <br />From my bosom. <br /><br /><br /><br />DISCOVERY OF SOUL <br /><br />Proud we are <br />In our discovery of soul <br />That's of self <br />And not of what is before.<br /> <br />In the West : A guiding force and <br />In the East going within <br />Both are unseen <br />Yet visible <br />Like human stages <br />Right from the child-hood <br />The truth and variety of time <br />The world under a guise <br />And men’s attempt <br />To open the universe <br />Like the unbuttoning of dress <br />Is the happiest quest that satisfy <br />Exploring lust of mind.<br /><br />Achievements <br />Brings progress,pleasure <br />But not always peace.<br />There is darkness spread still <br />During the day <br />Of smoke<br />So heavy upon the heaven <br />Our discovery breaks <br />Others discovery, <br />Inventions,enrich inventions <br />Then what remains to reach.<br /><br /> <br />CIRCLE’S DILEMMA (19-12-84)<br /><br />The Sun,The Earth and The Moon <br />Revolve & revolve round one another <br />Clinging each to each,<br />In different orbits<br />Not clashing against<br />There is circle after circle, <br />Sphere after sphere<br />Under various shapes <br />In the cosmos so Blue <br />The gap between the Earth <br />& Oceans are feet to the global frame <br />After each war, there is peace<br />As every work has its end <br />In a line straight only circle is formed <br />And in the circle rests the hope <br />Of opportunity, of operation<br />Generation after generation <br /><br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR<br />Live in deeds, not in years<br />And you'll live in years and ages. <br />Your days are numbered<br />Don't fear,<br />Your ways are limited,<br />Don't care<br />If your life is inspired<br />By LOVE<br />And guided<br />By KNOWLEDGE<br />Every year will be <br />a HAPPY NEW YEAR.<br /> RajivRajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-39865970190410180112010-12-19T22:09:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:16:24.115-08:00WHEN I MISS YOU(Written in 1985)My love,<br />Whenever I miss you <br />I miss the whole thread<br />Between you and I<br />That links us together.<br /><br />I sit here and fight <br />All sorts of War<br />Suffer all kinds of pangs<br />And get my "self" divided<br />Into fragments in your absence,<br />Fragments of time,tense and passion.<br /><br />I hang as ever<br />Between memories and desires<br />As they keep coming disturbingly,<br />I am still sitting with her <br />Teaching her chemistry of passion.<br />Sitting with her I am learning<br />How winds interact with leaves,<br />Flowers with butterflies.<br /><br />I see you turning into mother,<br />But fail to watch myself turning into father.<br />I am just a grand old father<br />With my sons up in arms<br /> 'gainst me and away<br />Deserting me like a dust in the been,<br />But grand old sons clinging to me<br />Even today.<br /><br />The waves continue to come<br />One after another,<br />I stand still between mother and son<br />All silent but with mixed feeling <br />Of what I lost and what I gained.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-25025592164264599732010-12-18T03:42:00.000-08:002010-12-18T03:43:08.734-08:00SYNTAXSYNTAX<br />Why do I like<br />To be loved and praised?<br />Why do I think<br />Everything meaningless and sterile?<br />Why is my syntax so fractured<br />And the world<br />Ever punctuating my life<br />That's mine and mine alone.<br /> <br />Why do I take everything<br />In terms of passion,obsession.<br />Why do I underline things<br />Which were passionless,<br />Though I'm a son,a father and all<br />That exists as human.<br /> <br />Yet why do I think<br />I'm as good as God,<br />And as bad as I am.<br />Will you answer me,mom.<br />Why I need a world<br />Vertically vivid and vibrant<br />To climb on.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-16262438156631649122010-11-26T01:29:00.000-08:002010-11-26T01:40:13.642-08:00When I askedOne day,<br />Yes,one day<br />When I asked mom,<br />'"What Life Is?"<br />She showed me<br />The heard of lambs<br />In the pasture land,<br />Butterflies on flowers<br />And birds in the sky.<br /><br />When I asked,<br />"What Love Is?"<br />She took me in her arms<br />And hugged me fast,<br />Gave me a tender peck<br />On my cheeks.<br />I felt her passionate touch.<br /><br /><br />When I asked,<br />"What Service Is?"<br />She took me to a lepor's house,<br />Cleaned his wounds,<br />Applied some curant,<br />And bandaged them full.<br />She spoke some lovely words<br />To heal his soul.<br /><br />When I asked,<br />"What Education Is?"<br />She brought a cake,<br />Made its pieces<br />And gave me first to eat.<br /><br />When I asked,<br />"How To FollowThe Ways Of Life?"<br />She lent me her finger<br />And guided my walk<br />Till the forest came.<br /><br /><br />When I asked,<br />"What School Is?"<br />She took me in the open<br />To show me the rising sun<br />In the morning,<br />And the moon and stars at night.<br /><br /><br />When I asked,<br />"What Nature Is?"<br />She took me to a river,<br />And said,"See the fountain<br />Falling from the high hills.<br />It make rivers,<br />Rivers make oceans,<br />Oceans make clouds,<br />Clouds bring rain<br />On the mountains<br />And a coloured bow<br />In the sky.<br /><br />Like your curiousity<br />The cycle of Nature<br />Endlessly goes on........Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-44087887888913902462010-11-26T01:27:00.000-08:002010-11-29T23:35:18.593-08:00CONFESSIONMother,<br />I am opening myself<br />Before you,<br />'cause you know<br />My strength and weaknesses,<br />The very pattern that I am.<br /><br />At times I grow rash and rustic,<br />At times so gentle and so nice .<br />I don't take it as bad or good,<br />Others do take,<br />As I follow the code of mind.<br /><br />Mother,I want to live the moments<br />That's I am , that's you are,<br />Where you love me , I love you<br />And hatred ever follows toghther.<br /><br /><br />Here I am a masculine moment,<br />And you a feminine one<br />Enjoying the warmth<br />Of touch and tension.<br /><br />I wish that reunion,<br />That touch and separation<br />Time and again<br />Where you turn into passion<br />I turn into passion<br />That forms all relations.<br /><br />Mother let me be formless,<br />Let me be only passionate.<br />Don't leave me alone<br />Like a hamletted stranger.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-24763918058842673422010-11-26T01:22:00.000-08:002010-11-26T01:25:02.098-08:00THE BACHELOR BABYDear mom,<br />Do you know<br />What corruptio is.<br />How it creeps into me.<br /><br />Body is always a tempting road<br />Where upon everyone likes to tread.<br />Everyone likes to see,<br />Everyone likes to touch<br />Its silky,silvery skin.<br /><br />I am that body now<br />With passionate legs and mind.<br />But you dare not watch me,<br />And the change that I am.<br />Body matters in all respect.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-23072503256733843642010-11-17T22:33:00.000-08:002010-11-19T02:03:50.838-08:00WHAT I HAVE DONE ?WHAT I HAVE DONE ?<br /> <br />I have seen a bird<br />Flying deep <br />In the blue sky<br />In the backdrop of setting sun<br />And its fading light. <br /><br /><br />Her golden glowing wings<br />Were challenging the infinite,<br />She looked like a missile<br />Going parabolically to the horizon<br />The meeting point of earth and sky.<br /><br />But,oh !<br />I was hell bent to show her<br />A new heaven that was mine.<br />So asked her to come and sit <br />Together with me.<br />She laughed off my proposal,<br />And said,"no".<br /> <br /> <br />Yet, I said<br />"Dear bird,don't you wish to realise<br />Long standing dreams <br />That lies still in your eyes"<br />She fluttered her wings and went-up In the sky,<br />"I don't need anything but wings to fly."she said.<br /> <br /> <br />I asked her once again,<br />"come on and sit with me for a while,<br />I will show you my world <br />So big and wide.<br /> <br /> <br />She came near me and sat on a wall.<br />"This togetherness is a bliss for me", she said.<br />"But what of my freedom,what of my flight",<br />It was a question for me in her eyes,<br />Yet she was all smiles.<br /> <br /> <br />But I could cleary see<br />She was happy listening me,<br />But was wary of magical spell of my words.<br />And felt entrapped which she most diliked.<br />She was measuring anxiously<br />The spanning net of words<br />With her eyes,<br />And not the sky with her wings.<br /> <br /> <br />She was growing restless <br />She was fade-up with her idle wings,<br />'cause she was losing fun to fly.<br />She implored,"Let me be on my wings,<br />Let me have my sky.<br /> <br /> <br />Suddenly she broke open <br />The magical spell of words,<br />And went-up in the sky.<br />My net of charming words fell apart<br /> <br /> <br />She desperately wanted to be <br />On her wings again,<br />But not the part of my dreamy flights.<br />I sadly collected <br />All my thoughts and made<br />A memorabilla <br />In her sweet memory.<br /> <br /> <br />Whenever she flew past me,<br />She hovered over me to see<br />What I have in the name of she.<br />But I surely know<br />She wanted only to fly<br />As it was her dreams,<br />It was her life.<br /> <br /> <br />But to repent my deed <br />I made a last request to her,<br />"Do visit the nest I have made<br />In my mind , in my heart.<br />I will keep it ready,keep it clean <br /> <br /> <br />And wait <br />Till ETERNITY to repent <br />What I have done !<br />Tried to weave a net <br />Around her.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-65400685120927042912010-11-14T03:38:00.000-08:002010-11-15T02:17:42.709-08:00CHILD IS A DREAMChild is a dream,child has a dream<br />I was a child,I had a dream<br />Child is an Adam,child is an Eve<br />In the womb I safely live.<br /><br />It was dark but purified.<br />As the Garden Of Eaden wide<br />It was my original Home<br />A land of fairies and airy roam.<br /><br />They travelled,I could not much.<br />For,I was in the earthly Touch.<br />When my mother brought me out<br />To the earth and realm of thought.<br />I was still in divine arms<br />But,alas!I have lost all<br />That is chaste and charms.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-26988532021690151022010-10-08T03:37:00.000-07:002010-11-10T03:03:33.660-08:00THE SEED OF LOVE.Now<br />The time is ripe<br />To sow<br />The seed of love<br />And let it sprout<br />In all its glory<br />And come out<br />With twin parting petals<br />Of gold,<br />And turn in to<br />A big,beautiful tree<br />With endless<br />Sprawling shadow of love<br />Beyond and across<br />The compass <br />Of all religion.<br /><br />For this<br />We need some light<br />Light that may dazzle<br />The heart and mind.<br />So let us drop<br />Now<br />The seed of the Sun<br />Into the deep Ocean<br />Of necessities and carnel desires<br />Let it come out ,<br />Out of the the ocean bed<br />And rise<br />In the eastern horizon<br />Of Mind,<br />Like a red hot iron ball<br />That'll keep glowing <br />Brighter and brighter<br />During the day.<br />And dispell.......<br />The darkness <br />At will .Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-6823047285391172542010-10-05T04:37:00.000-07:002010-11-01T04:40:21.266-07:00I AM LIKE THAT ONLY<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">"</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">मिन्नी</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">"</span><br />मैं वही मिन्नी हूँ<br />जो लड़ती थी<br />जो लड़ती है ...<br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br />पर जानते हो वह क्यूँ लड़ती है<br />अनर्गल प्रलाप करती है<br />सारी समझदारी बिल्कुल अचानक<br />ताक पे रख देती है<br />और अपने ही हाथों<br />अपने सपनों की पिटारी को लॉक कर देती है<br /><br />तुम्हें तो लगता है<br />'मिन्नी झक्की है<br />कोई बात नहीं समझती<br />बस लड़ती है<br />एक सिरे से दूसरे सिरे तक<br />अपनी ही बातों से अलग-थलग हो जाती है !'<br /><br />समझते तो तुम नहीं<br />मिन्नी तो बहुत सीधीसादी है<br />बड़े छोटे हैं उसके सपने<br />जैसे किसी नन्हें बच्चे को नहला धुलाकर<br />काला टीका लगाकर पालने में बिठा देते हैं<br />बिल्कुल वैसे ही ...<br />वैसे ही खिले-खिले<br />वैसे ही मासूम<br /><br />और मासूम बच्चे को एक ऊँगली की ज़रूरत होती है<br />एक प्यार भरे स्पर्श की ज़रूरत होती है<br />वरना<br />वो गिर जायेगा<br />घुटने छिल जायेंगे<br />सर पे गुमड निकल आएगा<br />और लगातार रोने की आवाज़ आएगी<br />ऊंऊंऊंऊंऊं आँआँआँआँआँआँ<br /><br />समय बीत जाने के बाद<br />बच्चा थक के सो जाता है<br />उसकी शरारतें रूक जाती हैं<br />पर मिन्नी के ख्वाब आज भी जिंदा हैं<br />सपने खोये नहीं हैं<br />मिश्रीवाली झोपड़ी<br />लुकाछुपी वाले खम्भे<br />और फ्रिलवाली फ्रॉक<br />............<br />उसकी ऊँगली पकड़ लेने में हर्ज़ क्या है<br />मुठ्ठी में लेमनचूस भर देने में हर्ज़ क्या है<br />क्यूँ खामखाह समझदारों की भीड़ में उसे गुम कर देना चाहते हो<br />........<br />मिन्नी खो गई<br />तो फिर कुछ शेष नहीं रहेगा<br />(आदरणीय रश्मिप्रभा जी की रचना)<br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I AM LIKE THAT ONLY</span><br />Hey!<br />Myself Doll.<br />The girl next door<br />Who used to fight,<br />Fight and play<br />Everyday<br />And<br />Still fights.<br /><br />But<br />Do you know why?<br />Why I shout<br />Meaninglessly,<br />Why I stopped listening<br />To anyone,<br />And put my dreams<br />Aside.<br /><br />You think<br />I am cynic,<br />Who doesn’t try<br />To understand anything<br />Just keeps fighting ,<br />Fighting and fighting.<br />End to end.<br />And gets separated<br />Into twin self.<br /><br />It's you<br />Who don’t<br />Understand me,<br />My "self" yet.<br /><br />I am very simple,<br />Very straight.<br />Have simple dreams<br />Like a nascent babe<br />Who has been prepared<br />And made to sit<br />On the cradle<br />Or.on the floor<br />And looks like a flower<br />Freshly bloomed<br />Full of beauty,<br />Full of innocence .<br /><br />I need a finger to tread<br />Upon the road of life.<br />With the touch of love.<br />Otherwise<br />I may lose control<br />And fall<br />And get my knees hurt,<br />Or may have a bump<br />On my head.<br />And'll cry bitterly in pain.<br />I’ll sleep after getting tired.<br />My mischief will also retire.<br /><br />My dreams are still alive<br />And have not been lost<br />In the bushes of busy life.<br />And the corners of my house<br />Is still full of sweet memories<br />Of where I stayed and played<br />The game of hide and seek.<br />Wearing star studed frock.<br /><br />It’s not otherwise<br />To leave the finger<br />And move,<br />Both hands filled<br />With dreamy chocose.<br />I need not get mixed up<br />With world so mature .<br /><br />If my innocence is lost<br />Nothing’ll stay fresh,<br />Fragrant and fine.<br />‘Cause I dearly love<br />My loneliness.<br />Yes,very dearly.<br />Don’t wish a friend.<br />If you blame me,blame.<br />My “yes” goes with it.<br />I can’t be like you।<br /><br />I am Columbus in life,<br />In search of the Island of love<br />Where<br />Everywhere<br />There is aroma of love।<br />Essence of feeling<br />Around.<br /><br />What did you say?<br />Life is first to live than to love.<br />I do know what love is.<br />What Krishna meant to Radha,<br />And to Meera<br />Love is source<br />Of my energy<br />To survive<br />All odds in life<br />That only I know.<br /><br />See the power of love.<br />I feel hungry<br />When loved ones are near<br />And we are together,<br />And hungerless<br />When they are away.<br /><br />I still love and respect time.<br />I maintain it too..<br />If I fail to reach in time.<br />Both Time & Me<br />Will lose<br />Our credibility together,<br />For ever.<br /><br />See!<br />I am just like that,<br />Surprisingly unique<br />For, the world I live<br />Has lovely dreams।<br />(रश्मिप्रभा जी की कविता "मिन्नी" का अंग्रेजी अनुवाद)Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-86373353814837225292010-06-24T22:11:00.000-07:002010-12-18T03:46:18.979-08:00समर्पण / तुमसे मेरा श्रृंगार प्रियेतुमसे ही है जीवन मेरा, <br />तुम्हीं मेरा आधार प्रिये, <br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /> <br />माथे बिंदी,हाथों कंगन ,<br />पावों में पायल की रून-झुन, <br />बालों में फूल भरा गजरा,<br />अपने में यौवन-भार लिए,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा, <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />जब चलती तुम इठलाती सी ,<br />मदमाती सी ,बल खाती सी ,<br />गंगोत्री बन बहती जाती <br />मेरा तट अपने साथ लिए,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /> <br />यादों की उम्र नहीं छोटी,<br />यह मन में बसता जाता है, <br />हम आगे बढ़ते जाते हैं, <br />यह पीछे-पीछे आता है <br />खुशबु की एक बयार लिए,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br /><br />जब-जब जाती हो छोड़ मुझे ,<br />नज़रों से ओझल रहती हो, <br />आता है मुझको याद सदा <br />तेरे संग बीता एक-एक पल, <br />मीठी सी कुछ सौगात लिए,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />जब दर्द बहूत बढ़ जाता है,<br />बैचैनी बढती जाती है, <br />यादों राह की पकड़ता हूँ ,<br />तस्वीर तुम्हारी साथ लिए,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />सपनों में हर-पल साथ तेरा <br />जीवन तुम बिन अभिशाप बना ,<br />कुछ कह जाती,कुछ सुन जाती <br />मन को थोड़ा बहला जाती ,<br />तुम बिन सूना संसार प्रिये,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />मैं आज भी जिए जाता हूँ ,<br />अंतस में तेरी याद लिए <br />तेरे आने की आस लिए ,<br />तेरे आने की आस लिए.<br />क्योंकि तुम मेरा प्यार प्रिये,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />तुमसे मिलने की सोच मात्र <br />मुझको रोमांचित कर जाती ,<br />जब तुम मुझको मिल जाती ,<br />मन कहता है आभार प्रिये,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />जब सामने तुम आ जाती हो<br />मन-प्राण हरा हो जाता है, <br />सावन की घटा छा जाती है,<br />जब पास बैठ मुस्काती तुम, <br /><br />तेरे संग बीता एक-एक पल <br />यादों में चलता जाता है है <br />उम्र नहीं कोई उसकी ,<br />हर-पल मुझको बहलाता है <br />मैं आज भी जिए जाती हूँ <br />अंतस में विरह की आग लिए <br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />सपनों सा हर-पल साथ तेरा ,<br />जीवन तुम बिन अभिशाप मेरा ,<br />जाते-जाते कुछ कह जाते <br />दिल को मेरे समझा जाते ,<br />तुम बिन रीता जीवन मेरा ,<br />तुम बिन सूना संसार प्रिये,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /><br />तुम पास बैठ मुस्काती जब<br />सावन की घटा छा जाती है ,<br />बादल भी बरसने लगते हैं ,<br />हरियाली छाती जाती है ,<br />ऐसा है तेरा प्यार प्रिये,<br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.<br /> <br />जब पास नहीं होते हो तुम <br />विचलित सी मैं हो जाती हूँ ,<br />जब पा लेती अपने भीतर ,<br />हो जाती एकाकार प्रिये, <br />तुमसे ही जीवन-सार मेरा , <br />तुम्हीं मेरा श्रृंगार प्रिये.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-63436768822687613632010-05-25T23:37:00.001-07:002010-11-24T02:30:02.121-08:00POSSESSIVEWhen<br />I was<br />a child<br />Didn't understand<br />Why mother was<br />So possessive,<br />All the time<br />Instructive<br />In her behaviour<br />In her love.<br /><br />She always thought us<br />Very careless,<br />Very naive,<br />As a child who needs<br />A finger to move.<br />She was every bit a care,<br />Had lots of affection<br />To share.<br /><br />She bares her heart<br />And brings her mind out,<br />Whenever got angry,<br />She relentlessly soughts.<br />Her embrace was very tight,<br />For us she had taken<br />Many decisions-wrong or right.<br /><br />Now I am<br />A grown-up man<br />Who do not care a bit<br />Nor do think her ways<br />Being always fit.<br /><br />But my inner self<br />Makes me feel,<br />I ,too, am growing<br />A little aggressive,<br />A little possessive.<br /><br />Perhaps,<br />This is the way<br />Our blood streams<br />And flow,<br />Flow like a River ripe,<br />Looking still,<br />As always be<br />A latent heat<br />Of Eternity.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-31068594582166905472010-05-24T03:27:00.000-07:002010-11-24T02:54:05.502-08:00YOU MADE MEYou made the APPLE,<br />You made me.<br />But never understood I<br />Why stopped me<br />From plucking and eating<br />The fruit<br />So delicious,so nice,<br />Of that Forbidden Tree.<br />I was told it was vice.<br /><br />One day I got the Fruit<br />From that Forbidden Tree.<br />Along with that came<br />The Seed of Knowledge<br />Unveiling the secret of Earth and Sea<br />That you never wanted to be shared<br />Between Eve and Me.<br /><br />You feared for your Place,<br />You feared for your Face<br />You discussed it many times,<br />To save your crown<br />Your anger new no bounds<br />We were immediately thrown down,<br /><br /><br />Deprived of Heaven and Grace,<br />Together with Eve<br />We needed great courage to face<br />The world we were in.<br />I'll begin afresh<br />A beginning all new .<br />With greater creative urge<br />We will make life to surge<br />And go beyond horizon<br />Under the Sun.<br /><br />The grecious Globe we'll make<br />With two Hemispheres of Eve and me,<br />Love will lead the Life,<br />Progression there would be.<br /><br />Eve holds the centre<br />Being Nucleus<br />Of me and others<br />Who'll later follow her and me.<br />You will remain my Mentor,<br />But We can't accept<br />Your authoratative approach,<br />Or any of your reproach.<br /><br />Though we'll ever miss you,<br />Remember your lovely Land,<br />Miss your affectionate touch,<br />But have the thread of life<br />In our hands<br />And never repent much.<br /><br />Today I am a happy lot<br />That together we,like you,are creating<br />A whole new world<br />Fully dynamic,fully vibrant<br />With our moon and stars at night<br />And the rising Sun during the day.<br /><br />Under the blue sky,<br />Between the two ends of life<br />we are making all efforts<br />To live and Let live,<br />Making the Earth<br />My second Home and have<br />The same pleasure<br />Thatyou gave.<br /><br />Yet,we'll surely miss you ever<br />And believe me we'll forget you never<br />And keep you always abreast<br />'cause ultimately You are my Father,<br />The Almighty.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-86114955498577431212010-05-19T22:49:00.000-07:002022-04-12T04:55:42.218-07:00THE NESTSparrows were in dire need <div>Of a place to live in peace </div><div>But kept thinking </div><div>Where to find a seat </div><div>In this jungle of concrete. </div><div>Our happiness crossed all seas, </div><div>And soared to the boundless blue, </div><div>When Sparrows visited our home </div><div>And chose a curvy dome </div><div>On the top of my gate </div><div>To make their nest </div><div>And have a safer fate, </div><div>After making round and round </div><div>They felt it very safe and sound. </div><div>When the sparrows arrived, </div><div>It seemed as if
someone very close have come, </div><div>Our hearts were filled </div><div>With unseen pleasure </div><div>As if we all got some rare treasure. </div><div>Their every effort </div><div>Had our full support </div><div>Whether they brought some twigs,</div><div>Cotton or straw, </div><div>Made a furry nest. </div><div><br /></div><div>One day she laid her eggs </div><div>And both kept sitting one by one </div><div>And attempted comfort best </div><div>Keeping their chicks always abreast. </div><div>Later in a week </div><div>She hatched them to life </div><div>We were the curious onlookers </div><div>Of their every move. </div><div>They kept going out </div><div>And brought some grain</div><div>Fed all the three beaks </div><div>Through out the day , </div><div>Through the weeks. </div><div> We were sure </div><div>A mother has come </div><div>And has brought along
some very beautiful gifts. </div><div>Her passion for life </div><div> Was all dedication, </div><div>All surrender, </div><div>And all meditation </div><div>They kept their nursing on, </div><div>Now skin was turning brown. </div><div>We wanted to be the part </div><div>Of their party </div><div>With our guest of curiosity, </div><div>But knew it very well, </div><div>It will not serve our, </div><div>Or their purpose, </div><div>It may not be a necessity. </div><div>So we all kept mum
and watched silently </div><div>Life go cradled </div><div>In the nest in our house. </div><div>But fate had else in store, </div><div>Pleasure turned sour </div><div>When a chic fell to the ground, </div><div>The other was taken </div><div>To the sky unbound. </div><div>The Nest was thoroughly tattered, </div><div>Our dreams dashed and shattered.</div>Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-1836987214759823622010-05-19T00:01:00.001-07:002010-11-19T02:00:39.808-08:00MOTHER YOU AREMother you are<br />The noblest medium of Grace<br />In a mortal attire,<br />Out of carnel Desire<br />Full of love,full of life<br />In miniature,<br />Nature you are,<br />Mother you are.<br /><br />You are the cosmos,<br />Galaxies you are,<br />You are the sun,<br />the moon and stars.<br />It was you who Adam allured,<br />And made<br />the human progression<br />secured,<br />For me God you are,<br />Mother you are.<br /><br />Whether Kaushalya or Kaikeyee,<br />Whether Yashoda or vaidehi.<br />Life got your lap<br />And Nature became its map,<br />Civilizations come and go<br />But love in your bosom ever grow,<br />You are The Teacher,<br />Guide you are.<br />Mother you are .<br /><br />You brought-up Ravana<br />You brought-up Ram,<br />You brought-up Kansa<br />You brought-up Shyam<br />Offered utmost care,<br />Great Mentor you are ,<br />Mother you are.<br /><br />Like Nature<br />you nursed them all<br />As it was<br />an eternal call.<br />You fed them well,<br />you led them well,<br />You were the Sunshine<br />And the light devine.<br />For everyone<br />Fare you are,<br />Mother you are.<br /><br />What they got and what they met<br />Wasn't just due to their fate.<br />Between birth and death,<br />They had many acts and date,<br />They are responsible<br />For what they are,<br />Mother you are.<br /><br />You always stay nucleus<br />And become<br />A protonic pull<br />For all throbbing Hearts<br />Moving in diffrent orbits<br />And circling in many spheres<br />Remain glued to your charm<br />Without having<br />Any inkling of harm,<br />You have greater orientation<br />As you have strong Gravitation.<br />English summer you are,<br />Mother you are.<br /><br />Whatever be the matter,<br />You keep everyone together.<br />You are always<br />A bunch of BOON,<br />Be it morning,evening or noon.Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563759771371058937.post-41978923840210620912010-05-17T21:53:00.000-07:002020-11-06T01:12:32.929-08:00THE HANGING NESTThere was a green woods <div>And there was sky blue, </div><div>There was a shining Sun, </div><div>There was some light and hue, </div><div>Though there was shared space, </div><div>Yet there was no much race.</div><div>Humans with greed </div><div>Took more than they need, </div><div>Though much of space, </div><div> They forcely acquired, </div><div>And that much space </div><div>We haven't required. </div><div>It was the time
when I lost my nest </div><div>I lost my calm,
I lost my rest. </div><div> Buildings became high rise </div><div>And there was no sunrise </div><div>People were traitors, </div><div>They were senseless cheats </div><div> Who I never wish to see </div><div>Nor ever like to meet. </div><div>Here I fear to flutter </div><div>Even with my powerful wings, </div><div>And dare not take to sky </div><div>Where the dangers lie. </div><div>As this haunted me ever </div><div>I liked this life never. </div><div> So O' Lord, ''Give me a thorny tree </div><div>Give me some power,</div><div>Give me some place </div><div>Where I could weave the best </div><div>And hang it on that tree </div><div>MAKING IT HANGING NEST. </div><div>There to lay my eggs, </div><div>There to have some rest. </div><div>And there live with peace </div><div>There live with grace.
</div><div>In a week or two,
I'll lay my eggs </div><div>Hatch them to new life </div><div>Not facing danger
Inside home. </div><div>I'll feed my little ones, </div><div>And give them stronger wings </div><div>To fly in the open sky </div><div>In the summer, winter or spring. </div><div>All dreams came true </div><div>In my cozy nest </div><div>That we have made </div><div> Out of diffrent waste. </div><div>Chicks were chirpy </div><div>And restless lot </div><div>Who made us busy day and night </div><div>They play sometime, </div><div>Some time they fight. </div><div> But our happiness didn't last more, </div><div>Fate had a gloomy day in store. </div><div>A saitan visited my nest, </div><div>Our dream were badly shattered, </div><div>And emotions severely battered </div><div>And put to dust for ever.</div>Rajivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867052446850053694noreply@blogger.com1