Tuesday, 31 January 2023

अलग अलग ऊंचाई

 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

 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

 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

Sunday, 20 September 2020

The twinkle of pebbles

The twinkle of pebbles

The  tap of ore on river bed
Wakes up the dried ripples
For blindfolded in the night
I let myself astray in slumber
The stars kept on winking
At their countenance in drops
But the shade of this dawn
Has devoured their twinkle
What is clear in the dark
Has vanished in obvious light
As if the sky at a wayward night
Reflected the twinkling stones
Now the sun will glow bright
And thaw the petrified drops.

Delhi
20.30 hrs
1876
20.9.20

Friday, 14 August 2020

The still born agnostic

 


The still born agnostic


One cage opens into another

Though an infinite cloudy one 

The sea that pours at horizon

Touches the cloud and doubts

The salt he carried amidst waves

For the rivers that plunged were bland

Some strands of hay and a pile of life.


The rain drops that fall into waves 

They giggle at the flakes on peaks

The pain of thaw and silt along banks

Like prayers to a misplaced God.


The patter of gushing rains on pane

The longing to lose salt to rain

Amidst the splash of carefree jump

When those without a cage huddle

And look for strands of hay for shelter

The porous umbrella of invisible fabric

And the breeze that pulls us back

As we tightly clutch on to a faith

That neither is dry nor drenched

The wonted  spots of dampness .


What looked like a nest from skies

Turned out to be an open cage

It saved from the downpour

Even as clouds vanished after rain


Delhi

1873

10.10 hrs

15.8.20

Saturday, 1 August 2020

Thd hollow rocks

The hollow rocks

The  cave where nomads dwelt
Was indeed a vacated volcano
Bled till the last lava drop in vein
Now the algae veil the wounds 
Like a smile that masks acute pain
The abrasion of time adorns 
 My hollow walls that shelter 
The vagabond dreams of nowhere 

Delhi
1872
2.8.20
00.40 hrs

The sea fails to suffice

The sea fails to suffice

The sea fails to suffice 
For the  lost one drop
If it were a seed of cloud
I would await the rain
But here the drops fill eyes
In vain to recover the lost one
The sea indeed fails to suffice
Even though it overflows often
These fickle shores of vexed eyes
The  horizon changes his visage
With alarming monotony of time
The gory  returns after his dazzle
And cracks into the shell of grey
Often the high tide of helpless pain
Sprinkles a pinch of sea on my brow
But the lost one fails to return to shore.

Delhi
1871
00.12 hrs
2.8.20