CONFESSION

Mother,
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.

THE BACHELOR BABY

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.

WHAT I HAVE DONE ?

WHAT I HAVE DONE ?

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.

CHILD IS A DREAM

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.

THE SEED OF LOVE.

Now
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
Now
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 .

I AM LIKE THAT ONLY

"मिन्नी"
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
वरना
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)

I AM LIKE THAT ONLY
Hey!
Myself Doll.
The girl next door
Who used to fight,
Fight and play
Everyday
And
Still fights.

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

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.
Otherwise
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
Where
Everywhere
There is aroma of love।
Essence of feeling
Around.

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.

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

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.