poems

Thursday 29 April, 2010

Nursing a broken heart

         A friend of mine is nursing a broken heart. In different phases of my life I have made different opinions about love. And I am sure if I make one today it will change as I grow up lil more. It's gd being in love but hurts when it breaks up, which, ultimately, results in blame game. I think it's simple, the relation which can not withstand time’s onslaught, breaks. But again, it’s difficult to contain the situation. The lips which prayed, start cursing. When relations break, they become bitter. But why? Why don’t we take it as an event of life? One which is not yours will not stay. It is natural. In place of running behind shadows one should think about gd things. There are so many things, which can b salvaged out of a broken relationship. One can remember gd time spent with the Ex. Why shudn’t remember a relation for its gd things. Let’s forget all evils and start life afresh. Forget and forgive. Life is colurful! Dark shades follow bright ones but again, bright are sure to come. And the bottom line is
        कुछ तो मजबूरियाँ रही होंगी......यूँ ही कोई बेवफा नहीं होता

Sunday 25 April, 2010

Emotion sellers

      ‘Baat karne se hi baat banti hai’ this advertisement of Airtel is being aired these days. It’s said that marketing is a war which is fought in the mind of customer. Good marketer enters, silently, in the mind of potential customer. In fact so many marketers play with our emotions, daily, in various forms and extract money from our pocket. A good marketer is not one who sells its product to serve people’s need but one who creates need for the same in the mind of people.
      Religion has always been a flourishing market. That’s y so many thugs have donned the saffron and they play with the emotions of devotees. Recently, at a famous pilgrimage place, I saw two thugs sitting as pujaris, in front of an illegal structure, to which they gave the shape of a temple. They would encourage passing devotees to have darshan. I should say they did their marketing wonderfully. If any one tried to ignore their invitation to enter the structure, one of them would say, “Ohho! U think yourself greater than god! This proud is not good!” His words mostly did miracle, the devotee would enter the so called temple and offer some money.
    Really, emtions are so important in human life. But alass! It seems, only marketers know their value.

Tuesday 13 April, 2010

Prayers Change Things

      I thank my friend Deepali as I borrowed this title 'Prayers Change Things' from her blog
http://www.myblessedworld.blogspot.com/.
        Devraj Bhatkar is the person whom I met in my recent trip to Ratnagiri where I went in connection with conducting a Mango show. ‘Deva’ they call him there! He is a cool guy who took me around. Ratnagiri is a beautiful hilly area in the Konkan Coast. Where Arabian Sea washes the picturesque green hills. He took me to the shrine of Swami Shraddhanand of Nath School. He was a great saint and people there have lot of faith in him. While doing parikrama we reached behind the sanctum sanctorum, Deva took out a one rupee coin and placed it on the wall and the coin sticked there! “Magnet!” This was the word which I uttered unintentionally. Deva gave me the coin and I placed it on the wall. ‘Tannnnnn’ was the sound there, the coin would not stick! I picked it and again tried, same tannnn! One more try but same result! Deva took the coin touched it on his forehead and placed on the wall. The coin sticked again. I realized my mistake. I should have not disputed any ones faith.
        Yes prayers change things!

Monday 12 April, 2010

Green Hunt, Red Hunter

         1000 armed men attack CRPF personnel, and police didn’t have a clue! Local people stop security forces to enter Lalgarh for several days. These two incidents do not only strongly indicate the failure of police espionage system and unpopularity of administration but horrifyingly indicate the public support to Naxalites. Strangely, Naxalites are closer to public than police sleuths and babus are. But, the problem is still being treated as law and order one, and not as socio-economic problem. The Maoism is spreading in the areas where, there is a large disparity in the distribution of resources. Where, the light of the so called development is not reaching. What ever they call it Maoism or Naxalism but I believe, this a resentment against unequal distribution of resources and a byproduct of selfish vote-bank politics. At first instance Naxalites sounded good to me, as they project themselves as ones fighting for poor and the cause of equality, but then I thought about the route, they espoused, and I realized, it is not good, otherwise Kanu sanyal and Charu Majoomdar would be more than Gandhi ji. An armed struggle often looses its way. And there is news of Naxalite leaders living luxury lifestyle.
       To quote my father, “When Yog goes to Europe and America and returns as Yoga we adopt it!” Naxalites also can carry on the 'Made in China' stamped ideology of Mao and when the right time comes, for them, they can adopt the Gandhian ways. And in the mean time, I wish, God confers wisdom on to government and it treats the problem as socio-economic one, and starts its solution in correct direction. And last but not the least I wish, may the souls of martyr soldiers rest in peace!

Tuesday 6 April, 2010

पल-पल याद तुम्हारी आती

पल-पल याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती !
सांस मेरी फिर रुक सी जाती पल पल याद तुम्हारी आती !!


झर झर कर यों गिरते पत्ते, पेड़ों से जब प्रेम पत्र से!
महक उठे जब मन मयूर, कोयल के मीठे गीतों से!!


रंग-रंगीली तितली जब-जब, फुनगी-फुनगी छू कर जाती!!
तब-तब याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!


पल-पल याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!!


इठलाती बल खाती नदिया पर्वत की गोदी से उतर कर!
मूढ़ किनारों से छिप-छिप कर, सागर से मिलने को जाती!!


श्याम घटा जब-जब आँचल में मोती सी बूंदें ले कर जाती!
तब-तब याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!

पल-पल याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!!


धूप में जल कर सुलगे टीले, सूरज की गर्मी से बच कर!
शीतल चांदनी की बाँहों में, लिपट चैन से जब सो जाते!!


कस्तूरी की भीनी खुश्बू जब-जब हिरणों को बहकाती!
तब-तब याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!

पल-पल याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!!


बैरन बहती सर-सर हवा, सपने लेती टहनियों को!
हिला हिला के जब जगाती, तब तब याद तुम्हारी आती!

पल-पल याद तुम्हारी आती हर पल याद तुम्हारी आती!!