Toch Chandrama Nabhat (in Marathi)

तोच चंद्रमा नभात , तीच चैत्र यामिनी
एकांती मज समीप, तीच तूही कामिनी
तोच चंद्रमा नभात...

नीरवता ती तशीच, धूंद तेच चांदणे

छायांनी रेखियले, चित्र तेच देखणे

जाईचा कुंज तोच, तीच गंधमोहीनी
एकांती मज समीप, तीच तूही कामिनी
तोच चंद्रमा नभात...

सारे जरी ते तसेच, धुंदी आज ती कुठे ?
मी ही तोच, तीच तूही, प्रीती आज ती कुठे ? 

ती न असता उरात, स्वप्न ते न लोचनी
एकांती मज समीप, तीच तूही कामिनी
तोच चंद्रमा नभात...
त्या पहिल्या प्रीतीच्या, आज लोपल्या खुणा
वाळल्या फुलात व्यर्थ, गंध शोधतो पुन्हा

गीत ये न ते जुळून, भंगल्या सुरातुनी
एकांती मज समीप, तीच तूही कामिनी

तोच चंद्रमा नभात...
[A fine song. Sung & composed beautifully by Sudheer Phadke and written by Shanta Shelke.]

Darkness and Lights

natural and manmade source of light ..

By Acharya Janakivallabh Shashtri

रुक गयी नाव जिस ठौर स्वयं, माझी, उसको मझधार न कह !

कायर जो बैठे आह भरे
तूफानों की परवाह करे
हाँ, तट तक जो पहुँचा न सका, चाहे तू उसको ज्वार न कह !

कोई तम को कह भ्रम, सपना
ढूँढे, आलोक-लोक अपना,
तव सिन्धु पार जाने वाले को, निष्ठुर, तू बेकार न कह !

[Today he accepted Padma Shree conferred upon him, after denying it at first. Born in 1916. He hails from Bihar.]

Written on 26.1.08

It’s 26^th January, our republic day and season of winter. This year winter in Mumbai has made its presence felt. I feel cold so I wore set of woolens including inner sweater, overcoat and a monkey cap. Whole day was passed doing nothing specific and doing everything without purpose. I reached college when the flag was already hoisted. Kartik gave me a flag and Zeenat pinned it to my overcoat. Zeenat, Sonali, Snehal, and I were the only girls present. From the boys side, Kapil, Nikhil, Chandan, Kartik, Rakesh, Nilesh, and Sagar were present. Yeah, Rohit and Priyanka were also there.

We went to canteen and tea with biscuits was served to us free on the occasion of republic day. We met Sandip Sawant and after he left the fun time started. In the lawn, on the green grass we jumped, we laughed, we dragged each other, we slept, we ran, we did everything we could think of. It was all brainless and innocent. It ended by noon and people dispersed.

To my surprise Kapil had prioritised washing clothes over roaming around and he left too. Nikhil went for he wanted to take bath and sleep rest of the day. I was left with urge to not to go home so early. Chandan was not feeling like going to his room. So I thought we could go to beach nearby called Aksa. Anand, Rohit and Priyanka joined us. We got ricks and reached at a beach.  Chandan waded through shallow water, lifting me in the air. Later, he was shy of it and thinking what people may think about the lifting scene. It must have been funny for them I guess, a scene like gorilla lifting a kid. Anyway, I hope he cares about people only as much as I do. Fun, I am telling you, it was for me! While coming back shallow water had transformed into not-so- shallow. This time shy gorilla Chandu didn’t lift me, my shoes and jeans got wet and I waded back through knee length water. Much more fun, wading is. I say more than being in air, I like being in water.

We reached college again. No one was there. I and Chandan did dukh-sharing for almost two hours. But how much can two nice people talk, so we headed to Kapil’s place at Sahyadri. We walked down to his place. What a dingy nice room it was, very symbolic of life of a bachelor living away from the native land, without family. Kapil made ‘doodhwali special Chai’ on the stove and it was tasty tea. Nikhil came after resting enough for the day, and I hid behind the door in the Kitchen. He came in and started talking freely and then I appeared, he was taken aback for few seconds. I love the reaction on his face. He was greatly surprised, as much as i wanted him to be.

By 6.30 pm they dropped me at bus stop. Then Bus no. 259 dropped me at Andheri station then I walked down to the home. I am eagerly awaiting the photos we clicked with cell phones. My day was great, oh and best part is I didn’t think of anybody, you know what I mean. Well, the day at eight o clock started with annoying plain message which read “I am going to overnight party at a beach. I will return tomorrow morning. My cell phone is with my mom”. So be it, I had a blast....

Good night.

Thoda sa Rumani

Rasta akela ho,
har taraf andhera ho,
raat bhi ho ghaatki,
din bhi lutera ho,
yahi toh hain mausam,
yahi toh hain mausam,
aao tum aur hum,
dard ko bansuri banaye
thoda sa rumani ho jaye
mushkil hain jina
ummid ke bina
thode se sapne sajayae
thoda sa rumani ho jaye...

Baadlo ka naam na ho,
ambar ke gaav mein
jalta ho jungle khud,
apni chhav mein
yahi toh hain mausam
yahi toh hain mausam
aao tum aur hum
baarish ke nagme gungaye
thoda sa rumani ho jaye
mushkil hain jina
ummid ke bina
thode se sapne sajaye,
thoda sa rumani ho jaye....

[Lyrics of a beautiful title track of thoda sa rumani ho jaye. A simple poem beautifully composed.

Music: Bhaskar Chandavarkar, Lyrics: Kamalesh Pande.]

Achchha lag raha hain

Mathe se lekar kandha,
kamar se lekar ghutna,
sab dard mein jhulas raha hain,
aaj mujhe achchha lag raha hain.

Pighli hogi namak mein Okha,
ya jaise barf mein Panchali,
waise hi mera har aang gal raha hain,
aaj mujhe achchha lag raha hain.

Mere ghaav toh hain bilkul maamuli,
aur ghaav ke karan hain saadharan,
adrishya si chot ka asar, ab dikh raha hain,
isi liye, aaj mujhe achchha lag raha hain.

Main Bazaar Mein

रोज़ लगते हैं ठेले,
होता हैं व्यापार मेरे आगे.
रोज़ मुट्ठीभर ढेले,
बदलते हैं हथेलिया मेरे आगे |

अर्थनीति की दुनिया हैं,
मोल का पता नहीं, सबपे लगे हुए हैं कीमत के धागे.
तोल मोल और बोलियों की चीखें,
मूषक के पीछे बिल्ली, तो श्वान बिल्लीके पीछे भागे |

चमड़ी और परिश्रम,
यह पदार्थ प्रचलित हैं ज्यादा सबसे.
दिमाग, आँखे और जबान,
इनका बाज़ार लगता हैं अनोखा अलग से |

सौदों के लम्बे सिलसिले,
थक गया हूँ इनसे, बताऊ में किसको जाके?
क्यों नहीं रुकता यह रेला ?
यदि जा पाता तो चला जाता, कहीं दूर यहाँ से |

मेरी नींद खुल चुकी हैं,
टूट चूका हैं सपना, फिर भी आँखे बंध हैं तब से.
टूटी हुई हर चीज़ चुभती हैं,
पर अब नींद नहीं आती, और कोई नहीं जो धीमी लोरी गा दे |

मुझे बिकने का मन नहीं हैं ,
लेकिन पता हैं, बिकना तो मुझे भी पड़ेगा.
आखिर दुनिया ही ऐसी हैं,

यहाँ जीने की कीमत चुकानी पड़ती हैं |

Saali khushi and Duniya

SAALI KUSHI

Jalte jalte raakh jaisi hui hai saaari

Khak jaisi be wajah si umra saaari

Kahan chali gai hain saali khushi

Kahan chali gai hain saali khushi.

Jalti aanhein, hain saaans bhi 

Jali hui.... Jali hui.

Dhoondhu kaise? hai aas bhi 

Jali hui.... Jali hui

Saanp jaisi kali raatein hai 

Hain zeharsi yeh zindagi 

Kahan chali gayi hain saali khushi

Kahan chali gai hain saali khushi.

DUNIYA

Haay, duniya...

Yeh duniya badi gol hain

Hey duniya...

hain isme kitne jhol. 

Galiyon galiyon chappa chappa

Aplam chaplam laare lappa

Tauba tauba rabba rabba

Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji... 

Tola pal mein, pal mein maasa

pal mein chhoda, pal mein faansa

aagdam tigdam, dekh tamasha

Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji... 

Arre aadi tedhi, tirchhi tirchhi

mithi mithi, mirchi mirchi

dikhti asli, lekin farzi 

Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji...

Aati jaati, dukke dukke 

aankh micholi, chupke chupke 

khud mein rehti, niche chupke 

Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji...

Tu sula ke bulaye, phir thenga dikhaye 

kaise choona lagaye raama hoo… 

pehle loori sunaye, phir horn bajaye 

kaise choona lagaye raama hoo… 

Na jhatka lage Na khatka lage 

bina shore fatka lage...

Hey.. duniya… 

yeh duniya badi gol hain

(DEV D)

Two separate pieces

1.
Neither will you say,
Nor I ever will.
No explicit assertions.

I am sure you know
How I feel.
I am sure you know
That I know
How you feel.

We know it all in a 'feeling' way.
But, but, but
Don't we act in a rational way?
That is why,
No pointless assumptions.

So we say 'I don't know'.
and more than that
we say 'you don't know'.
and then, we repeat,

'No one understands no one'.

2.
Honestly,
We are all vain.
Neither I want to know.
Nor do really you.

It is not about knowing.
It is all about choosing.
We all are slave of our choices.

Choice of liking.
Choice of disliking.
Choice of being rational.
Choice of being correct.
Choice of being perfect.
Any Choice of any Type.
We all want to choose.

Mostly it is
a single type of choice.
That is a
Choice of distorting
what we naturally are.

That I call not a
Choice to be
But a
Choice of being.

On dull drab day

Dull Windows

A Piece of Sky, Cluttered.

Sight of the "young- delicate- sweet" thing

Subject- God

God is the final answer or God is the most inclusive and comprehensive answer. God is not a question, but an answer! I know I am am not making any sense. I can try to explain. Here it goes. There is mind baffling volume of written literature and even more verbal words on God. Everyone has either for or against opinion or point of view on god.

We ask What is god? Does god exist really? Does he punish us? Is he fair? Is he not unfair? Is he omnipresent? How can he be omnipotent? What are his functions with respect to earth and universe? Can god speak or is he always silent? Does god help when we need it the most? etcetera etcetera and really questions on gods go on from generation to generation, creating only confusion and battles.

But I think god is not a thing to ask questions on? I may ask question on Earth, Science, Art, Life, Psychology, Economy, Sex, Gender discrimination, Wars, Natural Disaster, Ghosts, Moon, Books, Marriages, Suicides, Dance anything but leave alone god. God is just not meant for that purpose or I'd say god is meant for exactly the opposite utility. Be we refuse to know this.

I am not suggesting that don't question god, or god exists or god doesn't. I am saying just leave God out of question because it is the greatest answer humans have ever devised. We all have limited capacity to understand. And mass intelligence collectively is lesser than the sum of all individual intelligence said C Sigh and I agree. Having said this, Now I say 'there are many things in various areas of life that we really don't understand and we need answers for them rather desperately'. God is for that exact reason. When we don't have an answer for things, we answer it with God. God is common answer to almost all the big mad questions we face today.

For example, I ask my dad 'Where does the Sun rise and where does it set? he may answer "Sun rises in the east and sets in the west." I get an answer. But If I asked him a question to which he also has no answer then  he may say God knows or God wills or God did it, etc. So he invented an answer with god. And if that answer is acceptable then I take it. But if I am not satisfied with that God answer then I must find another and not argue with my dad over God. Because God was supposed be answer, if I think the answer not agreeable, then I am free to find another. But, instead we don't look for another answer and cling to the given answer, and disagree and then mess up and argue over the most comprehensive god answer.

I think it is strange. It is like asking what is the colour of a flower ? and if someone answers " A flower is red " and If I think it is not for any xyz reason, then obviously I must find out what other colour it is. I shouldn't argue over theory of colour or colour Red at all. You know, because it was just an answer, I am free to find another better one or acceptable one.

We have god all the time present in our talks and thoughts because we need him, because human species can't do without this answer to many damn complicated haunting questions. Because we have failed to find another better answer or answer at all. Because we question every damn thing and then unanswered questions drive us crazy and we need some answer to make peace with. Because we want to understand everything. It is like a crazy hunger for knowing it all. Because we want to see a full picture, and even if, even if this vision comes at a cost of being blind. To see the complete picture we have made "God" to fit into puzzle, and that God really we haven't seen, but have created him may be in standard 'part reality- part fiction' way. God will never speak, and never will be seen ever for the obvious reason I said already.

So, I will try to not question god. At least for sometime. In fact I am tired of questioning and rather I will love to stop questioning at all, I mean questioning in a doubting way. Being conscious is not doubting and asking all the time. Asking is my habit. bad habit? Habits die hard. But, God has to go out of my area of question for sure.

..

Written extempore. I may edit, later. If you hate badly written text, specifically wrong grammar, usage and spellings and if you care enough to help me then let me know....

On Unemployment

Question: Why am I unemployed ?
Options:
Option 1: I choose to remain unemployed for xyz reasons and purposes.

Option 2: I am jinxed, have a tremendous bad luck.

Option 3: I didn't really, actually, basically want to get a job for I love being idle at leisure.

Option 4: The HR guys are fucking idiots and placement agencies portals and firms are useless.

Option 5: Our Economy and Industries were passing through a recession and still have not recovered fully.

Option 6: I have no one to effectively refer me for work I'd like to do.

Option 7: I am not good enough for work that I desire to do. I am not skilled enough and I am not really learning it. I haven't given it my complete sincerity, hard work, and passion.

Option 8: None of the Above. I don't know. I am damned soul.....

Answer: Option 7. 

Reason: Because I am not really good enough for it. Because I am just being honest today. Because this is the primary and true reason. Because it is the only reason that honestly pricks me, and makes me feel sad. Because I have complete control over it as I think and still I don't try to sincerely learn and keep focus. Because I do everything of my interest, except this. Because I mistreat accounts- finance  like a typical step mother to a step kid. Or I have a serious problem being faithful with Finance, more or less like act of infidelity in a marriage. 

Deconstructing Harry Title Track

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
The way he described it
He said I'd be better dead than live
I didn't listen to his jive
I knew all along
That he was all wrong
And I knew that he thought
I was crazy but I'm not
Oh no

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
He said I'd need treatment
But I'm not that easily led
He said I was the type
That was most inclined
When out of his sight
To be out of my mind
And he thought I was nuts
No more ifs or ands or buts

They say as a child
I appeared a little bit wild
With all my crazy ideas
But I knew what was happening
I knew I was a genius...
What's so strange when you know
That you're a wizard at three
I knew that this was meant to be

Now I heard little children
Were supposed to sleep tight
That's why I got into the vodka one night
My parents got frantic
Didn't know what to do
But I saw some crazy scenes
Before I came to
Now do you think I was crazy
I may have been only three
But I was swinging

They all laugh at angry young men
They all laugh at Edison
And also at Einstein
So why should I feel sorry
If they just couldn't understand
The idiomatic logic
That went on in my head
I had a brain
It was insane
Oh they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
But I said dear doctor
I think that it's you instead
Because I have got a thing
That's unique and new
To prove it I'll have
The last laugh on you
'Cause instead of one head
I got two
And you know two heads are better than one.

Daily Shlok

1.
Gangech Yamune Chaiva Godavari Sarasvati
Narmade Sindhu Kaveri Jalesmin Sannidhim Kuru |
--

Meaning: In this water, I invoke the presence of holy waters from the rivers Ganga, Yamuna, Godavari, Saraswati, Narmada, Sindhu and Kaveri.

--

I like: Because I cherish my memories of Chardhaam Yaatra, witnessing a raw splendid nature at Gangotri and Yamnotri. I wish to see origins and bank region of all the seven rivers. 

2.
Ahalya Draupadi Sita Tara Mandodari tatha
Panchakanyaah smarennityam mahaapataka naashanam |
--

Meaning: By remembering these five chaste women our sins are washed away.

--

I like: I don't much like it. I may like to know how these womens are portrayed, it may give some insight into what is expected out of a honored women in India. 

3.
Ashwthama Balir Vyaso Hanumanshcha VibhishaNah
Krupah Parashuramashcha,Saptaite Chiranjivinaah |
--

Meaning: These seven men are exceptional, because despite being incarnated as human on this earth they are immortal. 

--

I like: My personally favourite shlok. I read a lot into this one. All the seven men were in diverse field of work and they were profound and unique as per the story or Indian mythology. 

4.

Ayodhya, Mathura, Maya, Kashi, Kanchi, Avantika

Puri drawaravati chaiva, saptaidemoksha dayika |
--

Meaning: These places are considered as place leading to liberation from the cycle of birth and death. 

--

I like: I read it and I get the sense of travelling. I wish to see these towns and wander around in at leisure and explore zayakedar local street food. I am no food lover, but this shlok does some magic to me. I feel sort of healthy and hopeful, may be because I see a nice trip itinerary in it. And actuality is that I don't much travel freely. I hardly go out of station... 

Shanti Paath (Recitation for Peace)

Om asato ma sad gamaya
tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
mrityor ma amritam gamaya
om santi santi santihi |
Lead us from untruth to Truth,
From darkness to Light,
From death to Immortality,
Om Peace, peace, peace.

Om sarvesham svastir bhavatu
sarvesham santir bhavatu
sarvesham purnam bhavatu
sarvesham mangalam bhavatu
om santi santi santihi |
May perfection prevail on all,
May peace prevail on all,
May contentment prevail on all,
May auspiciousness prevail on all,

Om Peace, peace, peace.

Om purna mada purna midam
purnat purnam udachyate
purnasya purnam adaya
purnam eva vasishyate
om santi santi santihi |
That is the Whole, this is the Whole,
From the Whole, the Whole arises,
Taking away the Whole from the Whole,
The Whole remains,
Om Peace, peace, peace.

Om saha navavatu saha nau bhunaktu
saha viryam kara vavahai
tejasvi nava dhitamastu
ma vidvisha vahai
om santi santi santihi |
OM Lord, protect us as one,
Nourish us Lord, as one.
Let us flourish in Thy strength as one.
Let our knowledge, be glorious

and Change our hate to love,
Om Peace, peace, peace.

...

Reason for this post- I like the sound when I read this text beautifully written in Sanskrit. I wish to remember it as it is. Not for any sort of religious reasons but for the language, its form and its meaning, just like a poetry. 

I need to cross check the English translation with any one who knows both the languages. Soon, I will edit, if anything found erroneous.

Jharna aur Jheel

पहाड़ी घाटीयोंसे होकर,
एक युवा सा वन- झरना,
सुन्दर सी झील के अन्दर,
समाने की अभिलाषा,
ले कर हैं बह रहा |

बीच सफ़र पड़ी नजर,
तरुण धरा पड़ी थी बंजर,
सतह पर उसकी बनी थी दरारे,
उसपर सूखे हुए तृणदल सारे,
झरना बढ़ चला उस तरफ |

छेदों - दरारों से हो कर,
सलिल भीतर उतर रहा,
झरना धरा को भिगौ रहा,
द्रवित हो रहा रोम रोम,
जल खुद, मानो पिघल रहा |

अंतर में संची प्रतिकण की,
सुवास के संग धरती,
सलिल को समर्पित हो रही |
झरना वसुंधरा चूम रहा,
धरा ने झरना गह लिया |

परस्पर मधुरता घुलती रही,
मंद सिरहन और आल्हाद,
अनुभव कर रहे उन्माद,
विलास- ज्वार चढ़ता रहा,
पराकाष्ठा की ओर बढ़ता रहा|

गतिशील झरना स्थिर हुआ,
जैसे सारा संघर्ष बीत गया,
धरती के पहेलु में रुक कर,
यौवन का आनंद मिला,
सुख शायद पर्याप्त मिला |

बंजर सी, धरा अब हैं सजी
सरल थी, सुडौल झील बनी
बहता झरना, बना झील का नीर
सुर्खकण पर्ण तृण स्निग्ध सारे
लताओं पर खिले हैं मुकुल प्यारे |

Juggling thoughts (inspired from readings)

Breathe I every moment,
breath oxygen.
strongly I feel ,
in my lungs, bones and veins,
to scream and to run away,
to breath a scent of wet earth,
where a river flow from clouds,
and flowers make a bed...

I think and I try
to think sound,
with no biases around.
to gather mass data and turn it,
into a piece of usable information.
here someone inside asks me
"Will you ever be intelligent?"

Now and then,
I do daily chores,
I work, I think.
Mind and body slog in unison,
Bored and bored even more.
Now and then,
Some lurking dreams stop me.
to ask me to dare, to 'do it'.

But I never dare to do it.
as a result,
a deep guilt seeps into me.
I confess,
It is baffling,
to live a lonely life,
in middle of a crowd.

Disquieting faceless crowd,
with no faith whatsoever.
hungry for reasons
but absurd at the core.
We are all a Sisyphus,
Said the Albert Camus.

It is difficult,
to live with,
sense of futility,
silent divinity,
questions all around,
with no simplicity.

I struggle to find,
a ray of happiness.
a root to happiness.
People say,
it is in good Karma.
it is in good Purpose.
it is in Warmth of kinship.
it is in ultimate Knowledge
it is in final Liberation.

I don't know,
I am too unsure.
I guess,
Happiness is in a strength
if you have, to enable you to struggle.
Happiness is in a solid hope,
if you have, to kill all fear in you.
Happiness is in a blind faith
if you and at all others have in you.
Happiness is in ability to create
and then feed it like a demigod.

Happiness is
to be busy being a master yourself,
until the end when quiet master calls.
to possess a stone with smile,
to it roll over a mountain,
to possess a strength,
for a struggle continuous.

I assume,
An ability to struggle and,
A whole hearted struggle,
should be enough to fill,
man's heart with happiness.

अविदित (Unknown)

सोया हुआ था कभी वह 

सितारों की दुनिया में.

वह कहा जानता था की 

हैं वह भी इस लोक का ही ? 

वह बुझा बुझा हुआ सा,

खोया खोया सा कहीं.

था वह खफा या फिर बेवफा खुदसे 

क्या पता ?

यह तो शायद वही जाने खुदसे.

एक दिन रौशनी निकलने पर.

पंछीयो की किलबिलाहट सुनकर,

वह निकल पड़ा 

अपना आशियाना ढूँढने. 

यहाँ वहा कहीं नहीं मिला.

ढूंढता रहा,

लेकिन फिर थका हारा

वह वापसी करने लगा. 

वही उसे मिला अपना बसेरा,

जहा कोई अपना मन मारता नहीं.

जहा कोई खुद से खफा होता नहीं. 

- प्राची 

Aatlu Jari Bhulsho Nahi (Never forget this much)

To, 
All the Students in schools,colleges, Universities, Institutions.


આટલું જરી ભૂલશો નહિ

તમે આગળ ઉપર હાઈકોર્ટો ધ્રુજાવો

કે યુનીવરસીટીના  શિખર પર કળશ થઇને દીપી રહો,

ધારાસભા ગજવો કે મોટી મોટી મેદની ડોલાવો,

ભારે અફસર થાઓ કે મહાપુરુષ બની જાઓ,

પણ ત્યારે આટલું કદી ભૂલશો નહિ કે-

તમે અત્યારે અહી ભણો છો તે એક અકસ્માત જ છે.

તમે અહી ભણો છો.. ને તમારી ઉમરના ગોઠિયાઓ 

ખેતરે માળા પર ચઢી ને પંખીડા ઉડાડે છે,

શેહરના કારખાનામાં બેવડ વળી જાય છે,

વીશીઓના અંગીઠા આગળ શેકાય છે,

અથવા તો મુંબઈ ની ચોપાટી પર પગચ્મ્પી કરે છે.

કોઈ અકસ્માત થી તમે એને ઠેકાણે હોત,

એ તમારે ઠેકાણે હોત.. તો?

આગળ ઉપર જયારે તમે મોટા તીસ મારખા બની જાઓ,

ત્યારે પણ આટલું જરી ભૂલશો નહિ,

અનેક લાલચો અને પ્રલોભનો હોય,

પણ પેલા વાંદરા એ મગરને કહેલું તેમ કહેજો કે,

મારું કાળજું તો, અરે ત્યાં રહી ગયું-

જ્યાં પેલા કુમળા બાળકો ટોયા બની પંખી ઉડાડે છે,

છાપા વેચવા ફૂટપાથ પર દોડે છે ,

કપરી મજુરી માં ઘસાઈ જાય છે.

--  Umashankar Joshi

By Gulzar

साँस लेना भी कैसी आदत है 
जीये जाना भी क्या रवायत है 
कोई आहट नहीं बदन में कहीं 
कोई साया नहीं है आँखों में 
पाँव बेहिस हैं, चलते जाते हैं 
इक सफ़र है जो बहता रहता है 
कितने बरसों से, कितनी सदियों से 
जिये जाते हैं, जिये जाते हैं 

आदतें भी अजीब होती हैं |

वो जो शायर था चुप सा रहता था
बहकी-बहकी सी बातें करता था
आँखें कानों पे रख के सुनता था 
गूँगी खामोशियों की आवाज़ें!
जमा करता था चाँद के साए
और गीली सी नूर की बूँदें
रूखे-रूखे से रात के पत्ते
ओक में भर के खरखराता था
वक़्त के इस घनेरे जंगल में
कच्चे-पक्के से लम्हे चुनता था
हाँ वही, वो अजीब सा शायर
रात को उठ के कोहनियों के बल
चाँद की ठोड़ी चूमा करता था

चाँद से गिर के मर गया है वो
लोग कहते हैं ख़ुदकुशी की है |

Facing crossroads/rails

Love to Madman

You made love to a madman !
Madman like those crazy in the head.
Didn't you know it then,
that the one was a madman?

Madman a schizo case,
a person with multiple facet,
all faces in him were at odds,
Madman a fucked-up gone case.

Madman wanted wings,
to fly into wilds and to distant plains.
Madman wanted wings,
to be a fairy and to tell a fairy tale.

Madman craved for colours,
to doodle on four walls.
Madman wanted to reflect,
like those admired polymaths.

Madman earned his liquor, 

tea tobacco dal and roti,
by a hard earned so called job,
when recession was in the air.

Madman lived in air.
Madman stayed naked,
spake random genuine crap.
scorned all elite and phony men.

And you made love to a madman.
Are you crazy in your head?
Why did you love him?
Are you also insane?

May be you didn't know,
he was a madman.
Nay, you are not naive.
I think you really knew it.

You made love to a madman,
in your ritualistic ways,
Madman loved you always,
with his complete madness.