Wish ...it could Happen

The soft glow of dawn
covers my room in rainbows.

Young eyes try to capture them.
My mother’s figure appears in the doorway,
presence subtle.
I ask her to join me,
catch her own rainbows.
She simply shakes her head, eyes glassy.


Maybe another day, I think,
Or maybe not.

शायद

मैं चाहता भी यही था वो बेवफ़ा निकले

मैं चाहता भी यही था वो बेवफ़ा निकले
उसे समझने का कोई तो सिलसिला निकले

किताब-ए-माज़ी* के पन्ने उलट के देख ज़रा
न जाने कौन-सा पन्ना मुड़ा हुआ निकले

जो देखने में बहुत ही क़रीब लगता है
उसी के बारे में सोचो तो फ़ासला  निकले

* किताब-ए-माज़ी : अतीत की पुस्तक

मैं चाहता भी यही था वो बेवफ़ा निकले

मैं चाहता भी यही था वो बेवफ़ा निकले
उसे समझने का कोई तो सिलसिला निकले

किताब-ए-माज़ी* के पन्ने उलट के देख ज़रा
न जाने कौन-सा पन्ना मुड़ा हुआ निकले

जो देखने में बहुत ही क़रीब लगता है
उसी के बारे में सोचो तो फ़ासला  निकले

* किताब-ए-माज़ी : अतीत की पुस्तक

मैं चाहता भी यही था वो बेवफ़ा निकले

उसे समझने का कोई तो सिलसिला निकले

किताब-ए-माज़ी* के पन्ने उलट के देख ज़रा

न जाने कौन-सा पन्ना मुड़ा हुआ निकले

जो देखने में बहुत ही क़रीब लगता है

उसी के बारे में सोचो तो फ़ासला  निकले

* किताब-ए-माज़ी : अतीत की पुस्तक

My Reflection : Omi

Omi has finally started learning tabla . He is so fascinated and loves every bit of it . When I see him playing , I remember my days when maa got me enrolled in tabla class and it was just too new for me . I must say that I was not a serious as Omi . Few days back I visited papa who is presently with my elder sister since this is the only time in the whole year to be with her . Her school is closed for summer holidays . Life with kids is entirely a different experience and since I don’t have one , I sometimes don’t understand the need of them . May be this is also one of the reason why some aspects of my nature is still dormant and need a simulator to ignite .

Taking some time "off" from your career

Would you consider taking some time "off" from your career?
I took few days off from work. You are not your job. Your job is one part of your multifaceted, potential-filled self. And deep down you know it too. As said “What you seek is seeking you.” Your joy, tribe, and bliss are patiently waiting. They will always be waiting. You just need to decide.

My Family

Its almost 10 years now that we left Bokaro . There are few families to whom I am was always close . The reason might have ben the early age I was into and also all the love and affection I got from them . I even called few of them as badi maa since they were no less than my mother . Yesterday , one such family visited my place .
The whole day went in gossip and all stories , almost 25 years old , nostalgic memories .Finally in the evening , I again went back to drop them where they were put-up . Since I was driving , aunty opened the wrapper of the toffee and put it into my mouth . It was after years that this happened . This was a common habit of mine when Maa used to be in my car and I was driving . Close relationships are still what I miss and meeting them back is like getting life again .
Family isn’t always about blood relations . It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones you accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter what.

Priceless Memories

Few songs are favourite of papa and we often sing when we are together . Morning time is the best time we spend together and today as well after back from walk and B'fast , papa was on his music synthesizer .

I still remember the time we used to spend on weekends . It was all about music and spending time together .

Maa and papa used to sing together and few songs were common almost every weekend . They are still there , its just that some times I am with papa to give him company .

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them

Today we sang this song

रहते थे कभी जिनके दिल में
हम जान से भी प्यारों की तरह
बैठे हैं उन्ही के कूचे में
हम आज गुनहगारों की तरह

दावा था जिन्हें हमदर्दी का
खुद आके न पूछा हाल कभी
महफ़िल में बुलाया है हम पे 
हँसने को सितमगारों की तरह

बरसों से सुलगते तन मन पर
अश्कों के तो छींटे दे ना सके
तपते हुए दिल के ज़ख्मों पर
बरसे भी तो अंगारों की तरह

सौ रुप धरे जीने के लिये
बैठे हैं हज़ारों ज़हर पिये
ठोकर ना लगाना हम खुद हैं
गिरती हुई दीवारों की तरह

दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है।

सखि, पतंग भी जलता है
हा! दीपक भी जलता है!
सीस हिलाकर दीपक कहता–
बन्धु वृथा ही तू क्यों दहता?’
पर पतंग पड़ कर ही रहता
कितनी विह्वलता है!
दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है।


बचकर हाय! पतंग मरे क्या?
प्रणय छोड़ कर प्राण धरे क्या?
जले नही तो मरा करे क्या?
क्या यह असफलता है!
दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है।

कहता है पतंग मन मारे–
तुम महान, मैं लघु, पर प्यारे,
क्या न मरण भी हाथ हमारे?
शरण किसे छलता है?’
दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है।

दीपक के जलने में आली,
फिर भी है जीवन की लाली।
किन्तु पतंग-भाग्य-लिपि काली,
किसका वश चलता है?
दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है।

जगती वणिग्वृत्ति है रखती,
उसे चाहती जिससे चखती;
काम नहीं, परिणाम निरखती।
मुझको ही खलता है।
दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है।

Poem by Rashtra Kavi Maithilisharan Gupt