तितली, निद्रा में सिमटी ऐसी
अपने वर्ण के कपाट बंद कर
सूर्योदय की दस्तक से फुर्र हो
पुनः पुष्प सिंघासन पर विराजमान
सजग और जटिल पहेली रूप में
अपने रंग बिखेरती स्पष्ट औ निडर
काली झूलती अथखेली खेलती
सतरंगी आकाश को धर पर लाती
पकड़ती हथेली पर इंद्रधनुष दे
अपनी स्वतंत्र वायु में ओझल
हरदम एक नयी डाली सजाती
वहाँ पुष्प में नया स्वप्न उगाती
मधु यौवन को संजोती इतराकर
चुलबुली और अति जीवन्त
स्त्री -वह जो तिमिर में जुगनू बन जाती
The mingled blue
tinge of sky
Into the ocean
at the horizon
Blends that the eye knows not
Where the sky
falls into waters
But for a blurred
line at infinite
That cannot be
reached ever .
The asleep butterfly
is lost
In myriad dreams
in his mind
With hues that
fade the vivacity
Of the ever vibrant
rainbow in sky
As if the skies
would lift colors
From the butterfly
in slumber
If it ever left the wings open .
My dreams are
full of life
And life is full
of dreams
These worlds
collide somewhere
In the blurred
line of mind
The belief into
the impossible
That fails to
remain impossible
To the one who
truly believes.
Delhi
02.08 hrs
2163
30.6.24
A small
pebble agitates the placid
The focal
tip of his dive is a trough
It weaves
concentric ripples around
The
turbulence that appears to fade
Actually
tugs deep deep within
Some
droplets fall to water my feet
As I stand still
in some deep furrows
And germinate
from my buried seeds
Showered often
by the ravine clouds
The essence of
life often drizzles down
From her wet,
long and dense tress
For she rushes
to bloom in my palms
Fresh dew dipped
petals gripped by sepals
Her hair flows
down to drip on my feet
And I freeze
to behold the resplendence
Absorbing the
eternity of this instant
And the mortality
of what is timeless .
Delhi
22.54 hrs
2162
26.6 .24
I happen to be a currency note , slightly high valued so that everyone holds me with a high esteem. If ever I fall on the ground there are multiple hands to pick me up and eager to keep it sith themselves only rather than return me to my original master . Actually , I have no master. For one , I usually change people very frequently . Morever, everyone appears to be my happy slave only. So perhaps the idea of having a single master for long generally never comes into equation.
However , sometimes people hoard me and pray the currency is not demonetized . In such instances I have a single master for a long period but then I stay imprisoned with many more notes of my flock in such situations , hidden underground, beneath the mattresses , behind idols, inside camouflaged safe units, stashed within old garments etc. The probability of some financial mishap and the fear of not being able to earn more in future makes people imprison me . Strange that the owners who have many of my kind are more worried than those who have a few of us. The latter let me go free much earlier and often more gleefully than their more opulent brethren.
People generally exchange me in lieu of goods or services they get. Soemtimes they buy life too using me by getting both dead and alive animals to their home. However , in some cases money is not what money does. There is a confession I want to make now to clear my soul as I near my crumpled days. I have been a cause of lot of infighting , deceipt, disruption, dispute , greed and negativity . Sometimes people offer me when they do not want to leave a trace of their presence or do not want to disclose having bought something. I have often seen people mislead others or bargain with each other with an intention to keep me in their custody , only to fear rest of their lives that I would leave them. Surprisingly , if they have two currency notes of same value still they prefer to retain the shiny , newer one . Though it doesn’t matter value wise . Why they do it is best known to them . To me it doesn’t matter who my master is and what he plans to do with me .
I have been the cause of prayers and have heard there is a special faith and devotion towards even Gods who shower a lot of wealth on devotees. On many an instance my presence in the closet brings more friends and relatives together till the time they believe I am present ininside. On a more positive note, I make people work hard and strive to excel beyond their normal capability in a quest to bring me their wallet. This continues till the time they forget I am not an end in itself but only a means towards an end . But many forget what their life means till the time it is about to end.Ironically , they started to ruin life to earn me so that they could enjoy life more ..whatever it means ! Then they feel probably they missed out appreciating the journey in a devoted frenzy to reach an infinite end. Probably it is not infinite but a cipher. Life exists when nothing else does . Rest all is only a distraction. So am I.
The twinkle is nigh tonight
Just a little beyond my reach
Like a bubble on the beach
Within the reach only to slip beyond
The flamboyant timidity of her beauty
The evening smiles only to entice
And conjure up the rage in my tides
But believes she smiles only for herself
Unmindful of the havoc created around her
Where the breath storms within the mind
As the breathless world looks intently
When she ignores the froth and wind
While being engaged in her own world
Weaving her nectar within the bright petals
With jewels in her eyes after twilight
She shines and vanishes as I look intently
To entice and discourage together
Such is the twinkle I can see in hee eye.
2161
Enroute Delhi
22.6.24
21.10 hrs
The horizon is the closest today
For I have left a mirage behind
The sun folds in my reddened grip
My sails blow to a sky bound voyage
Even when my feet spring off the ground
Their base is raised to support the leap
And the sky is lowered a but tonight
To allow the twinkle in my palms
And the silvery glow to miss my brow
Yes it is a strange world tonight
A dream that comes alive in my slumber
2160
20.53
22 6.24
Mumbai
As the drops
breathe down the bark
Amidst drizzle
of slithering rain
They enrich the
roots when they fall
Though they fall
to the fate of a nadir
They dissolve
what comes with the slide
Eventually the
sap thickens and ascends
The metamorphosis
of dust into floral spendour
Blesses the one
who digs deep with a hope
The hues of life
are polished by a blank spectrum
When the mind
is clear from smudges of doubt
An empty soul
picks the most flavors in life
When it surrenders
what is entangled in grip
Then the silence
echoes and sight speaks
What is the true
meaning of our being .
Lonavala
09.47 hrs
22.6.24
2159
