The take off
Fastened to moving time
Leaving the town behind
A gradual ascent into clouds
When the peep into memories
Brings a myriad view of past
The miniatures of grave matters
Brings a smile to thrilled mind.
Someone has trudged to airport
The end of a reckless vacation
While another is full of gratitude
For the oasis in the parched life
Depends on the color of screen
The same take off that brings gloom
Can transform the view from atop.
Delhi
2037
1.1.23
22.36 hrs
The fall of spring
The conch breaks his sonorous silence
That has so far echoed an ocean within
And bursts to trumpet the fresh bout
The dripping red on the sword edge
Lit on the forehead before the spell
While fear makes way on the field
Swift as a slithering serpent in hay stack
Amidst the bravado of foe battalions
They challenge and extend their hand
Only to fold back the trembling arms
When fire consumes the entire hay
The serpent has already left the ashes
Into the fresh foliage to their peril.
Such is the fear of this forever prince
When he springs from banks to peak
His golden crown dazzles in the day
Covers the nascent red of his dawn
Just now he has fallen into a crevice
Landing with a wrong foot on a crack
The weakness of thundering ground
Traps the roar within thumping chest
The crown falls apart into the dusty land
That turns dark slowly from pale mud
Into a gory bed that expands like shadow
A fountain from the skull Dampens His might
The dusk smiles at his paling shade
The strands of silver reflect the concealed moon
With a breath to catch his dimming beat
The terminus of an eventful day
The spread out bed that beckons
A tired soul to rest in peace .
Delhi
2038
1.20 hrs
8.1.23
The appreciation
The disdain of a scorching sun
Amidst prolonged summer dazzle
Reciprocated hostility and heat
Presuming a prolonged presence
Hence the search for a shade
For the sun fails to fade ..
Then the dark gropes
Falters and falls on beaten paths
Stretches to clutch on to handles
The hopeful thoughts of bright mind
Step by step the stammering breath
The vicious loop of encircling ideas
With no fresh notion for respite ..
Then a glimmer in the unlit self
Flickering in the unrelenting wind
Like the flutter of a losing flag
That fails to surrender amidst debris
Of the shattered and beaten battalions
One last sepoy holds his post
And refuses to kneel amidst disaster.
Such is the influence of moon tonight
His sight assures amidst anxiety
Like the door of our parents’ room
We leapt to touch in the night
Across the dreadful passage
That invoked no fear during the day
Strangely faces and spirits erupted in dark
Such is the moon tonight..
But it is only a faint reflection
Of the dazzle I kept within
When it scorched outside.
Delhi
2039
11.55 hrs
8.1.23
This is an acrostic poem.
If u spell with first letter of each line u get
"Happy birthday "
The foothills and the peak
Hail the resplendent sight of zenith
A halo behind his silver càst peak
Pulsating with tranquility of its kind
Promises to the little world below him
Yearning to rise forever and rise !
Bursting the storm filled bubble hurled
Inundating the frost in his profound breath
Ruminating like a sage within turmoil
Thwarting the knives of biting breeze
Harking the herd on his massive shoulders
Daring the peril with his sublime placidity
And still there is a song in his breeze
Youth in his foliage and peak at the sky.
An acrostic
2040
Delhi -goa
12.18 hrs
14.1.23
Mingled at shore
The sand may not dissolve in water
But at shore it is perpetually mingled
Within the incessant waves of water
The waves that erupt green in deep
Pick the specks in their fists as they come
And reflect in noon the golden sun
Then they release sand on shore
While the ejected brown gasps in disbelief
And rushes behind the eloping waters
Only to be inundated by a fresh spell soon again.
Then the high tide in dark covers the shore
With the foamy arms and lunatic waves
To embrace the dreams left unfinished in the day ..
The rain thought this was a contamination
Until it poured on the shore to mingled with sand..
Goa
2041
17.53 hrs
19.1.23
श्वास की आहट में चीत्कार
हिलते पर्दों में विलीन साये
तिड़कती रात के तिमिर में
कितने प्रेत हैँ मन ने पाए.
आँगन पार है राहत की ड्योढ़ी
वहां माँ की ओट में साहस बिखरे
बीच सघन औ विकराल आँगन में
अवगुणठित भय सुनहरी रात में निखरे.
जीवन काल है हमारा ये आँगन
नीरूपाय मन और साहस का मंथन
विशाल रूप लेती भाटा की क्यारी में
विजयी ध्वज का साहस बीज में स्पंदन.
ये जो प्रचंड रश्मि में भस्म हो
करते हैँ रेत में रेशे परस्पर प्रयत्न
क्या यही बनते हैं रत्नाकर में कौँधते
गहराई से परिपूर्ण अनमोल रत्न.
ऊर्जास्वित नभ की लालिमा बरसे
स्वच्छ पर्यावरण हो शीतल श्वेत
भूमि हो हरयाली अनुरंजित सदा
इस भांति तिरंगा हर हृदय ले समेट.
मानस पटल जो व्योम पर विराजमान
हृदय में दया एवं मानवता समुद्र लेहरायें
आओ इस दिवस प्रण लें हम और
प्रतिदिन राष्ट्रीय पर्व हम सब मनाएं.
अलग अलग ऊंचाई
नेपथ्य में सूरज था
उसके रश्मि शर थे
मेरी तरकश में
और मेरी परछाई का कद
मुझसे भी बड़ा हो गया
तब जाके मैं “सदैव धावक “
कुछ क्षण के लिए
सांस लेने को
ऊपर जाती चोटी
के नीचे खड़ा हो गया.
फ़िर ख्याल आया
कि मैं रुक कैसे गया
नदी भेजती चोटी
के तले झुक कैसे गया.
इन भीगी बाहों को ही पकड़ना है
अपने भीतर भागते धावक को
मन और तन से जकड़ना है
इस सर्वोपरि नभ का भी कोई व्योम होगा
वहां कैसी धूप होगी, कैसी शाम होगी.
बहुत दिन हुए कोई सांझ देखे हुए
तेरे संग ज़मीन पे चले हुए ज़िन्दगी, खैर!
वो भी जीवन था
जब हम मेहज़ हम थे,
और वो भी अहम् था
किसी बुलबुले में क़ैद सांस को ढूँढ़ते
हमने समुन्द्र के तट पे ही
उसकी आँखों में ही कई सतरंगी सपने देखे
बिना किसी संघर्ष नाद के,
रेत के सिरहाने पर सर रखकर
हर शंख में पताल के समुन्द्र को सुना
आसमान और पताल के बीच
कहीं किसी तट पर सिर्फ स्थिर रहकर
गन्तव्य सिर्फ हम ही थे
हमें कहीं जाना नहीं था
सिर्फ खुली हवा की कश्ती
मुठ्ठी भर मस्ती
ना गहराई का भय
क्यूंकि वो तो रत्न जड़ित थी
ना ऊंचाई की मेहत्वकांक्षा
तारे, चाँद और सूरज तो
हर जगह से दिखते थे
छोटे मोटे ख्वाब
और छोटे मोटे हम.
The froth
All the wars could not expand
An inch of our world
Only yours became mine
Or vice versa
The preparation of escalations
Guzzler of scant riches
That could have at least made
This world a better place
The worry of the world
Like an unending froth
We wasted our waves
To leave it on the shore
And lost our bubble instead
For the froth remained still
Since infinity and forever .
Benaulim Beach
2042
13.22 hrs
20.1.23
The bucket on shore
Barren and empty from within
Lost amidst riches of the world
Like a parched bucket on shore
That collects pockets of hissing breeze
And full of frivolous tales of emptiness.
The times when I was tossed in waves
And rode the marine gallops of time
Held his frothy and white reigns
Then I fell from the turquoise saddle
Gasped for my reckless breath
Now I await barren to the drop
On a moistened shore
That erupts only if you dig a finger
My walls are dried up to the bottom.
Someone had sometime carried me
Within the buoyant waves
To lift a weightless mass of life .
2043
19.08 hrs
Rajkot
25.1.23
