This UTTARAYAN

Why did I cut the string And let her go free!

Where did she know how to fly!

But I was aware of her dreams,

May she rise and kiss the sky

I too had such dreams and wish,

May she don’t fall; that is why

I  had  put  her  in   some   ties,

She needed to know how to fly

I let her learn amid hues & cries,

She leapt & fell as toddler’s try

out of sudden, then, she took a rise,

She kept on marching high & high

Leaving behind all audiences’ cries

Those boundless airs she had to taste!

Those dreamy clouds she had to touch!

That freedom she had to experience!

She kept on making me merry

As she strode each step and height,

My smile got faded suddenly

As I found her direction wasn’t right,

Lest she shouldn’t lose the way

I pulled the string and kept it tight,

But she took it in wrong way

As if I was envy of her rising flight,

She got irked, fumed and angry

And on my finger she put a bite.

I knew this was a misapprehension!

Tough to wander in this callous world!

So how could I leave her being alone!

Only I knew this misapprehension

But she had taken it as dire truth,

My each try to perfect her tension

She took as the her liberty-hurdle,

Who had given her taste of freedom;

She confronted that man of humble,

She made me feel of her high elevation

By biting deep my thumb and fingers,

She couldn’t comprehend my affection

Reluctantly, wounded hands let her go...

More  swiftly  she  marched   to   skies!

Expressing bliss over absolute freedom,

She walked elegantly free from all ties!



नव वर्ष 2012

इस नूतन नव वर्ष पभु का बना रहे उपकार

हे मित्रो! देखे आप होते  सपनो  को  साकार

नया साल प्रशस्त करे  उन्नतिमय  आधार

खुशियों से झोली भरे सफलता  मिले अपार

नव चेतना नव उल्लास के कम न हो आयाम

‘लक्ष्य’ एक  हमारा  हो, आओ  करे  जयकार

No Offenses!

 Disclaimer: I respect all religions. Dont take it against any particular religion. It's example how, sometimes, religious rituals seems irritating.  No offense please!

Category: Satire

Our constitution declares us as a land of secularism. My early 18 years I have lived in a place of religiously biased environment, my village being completely Hindu populated. So could not witness other religion’s rituals. Then four years in college where masti, movies, net, GPL were all religiously unbiased rituals and almost everyone did in his own liberal way. But for the last six months I have been feeling my presence in secular India, I being living in a secular gali in Vadodara. I am occupant of a flat in a building named ‘Sai Darshan’ while the building is occupied with muslims or I say overpopulated. My land lord .rather I should say floor owner(my flat being on second floor)...  is an old mulla ji and atop of my flat lives in Mr Walter who used to be Hindu but now a christan.  Being a confluence of various religions, gali usually happens to be happening whether it it’s garba or Ganesh chaturthi, id or roza or 25th december, always there is chahal pahal. At STD (stone throw distance) from my flat it’s church standing with its arse towards my flat. Although I never noticed any mosque in the gali (Probably, I being ignorant in nature) but it’s somewhere nearby, if not at STD then not far away twice of STD. And proof of existence of nearby mosque is that every evening as I return from office, its Mulla Ji causes me to forcibly inhale the secular air mixed with the holy Azaan words which he honestly cries daily over loudspeaker. Because of getting nothing out of those Arabian cry, my ears are stuffed with earphones forcibly and automatically, while Sunday goes disaster, performing that forced stuffing exercise in every two hours. It’s Sunday and being my ears fed up with both options available- either forced stuffing or tolerate Arabian cry. I want to help you mulla Ji, I am writing to God ...

 

 

TO ,                                                

                                            

shapeless & ;; unprintable khuda,

please listen his din  plea...

he has been calling you for centuries...

And make me relieved from @&^#@*#^@!#$.....

 

सुन  ले खुदा तू  बन्दे  की
क्यूँ नखरे  इतने  करता  है
क्या पता है तुझको बंदा तेरा
पल पल नाम पुकारा करता है
इस बात से मुझको बैर  नहीं
तू दूर बहुत  सबसे  रहता है
न शिकवे ही इस  बात के हैं
गर  तू  ऊँचा   सुनता   है
 

सदियों  से बैठा  बहरा  सा तू
सदा  नहीं  आती  कहता  है
ठीक नहीं  एसा  कहना  अब
तकनिकी दुनिया में तू रहता है
झाँक जरा अहले दुनिया में, तू
नहीं तुगलक-ए-काल में सोता है
 

सुन ले अर्जी बन्दे की अब, जो
सदियों से तेरी अजान लगाता है
पांच दफा हर दिन मस्जिद में
मुल्ला  माइक  से चिल्लाता है
अब  भी सदा  नहीं मुल्ला की
गर  तेरे  कानो  तक जाती है
तू रह  ले आ कर घर में मेरे
भरपूर  सदा  यहाँ  आती  है
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