May 18, 2010

हम पंछी उन्मुक्त गगन के....

My fav poem by शिवमंगल सिंह सुमन

हम पंछी उन्मुक्त गगन के
पिंजरबद्ध न गा पाऍंगे
कनक-तीलियों से टकराकर
पुलकित पंख टूट जाऍंगे ।

हम बहता जल पीनेवाले
मर जाऍंगे भूखे-प्यासे
कहीं भली है कटुक निबोरी
कनक-कटोरी की मैदा से ।

स्वर्ण-श्रृंखला के बंधन में
अपनी गति, उड़ान सब भूले
बस सपनों में देख रहे हैं
तरू की फुनगी पर के झूले ।

ऐसे थे अरमान कि उड़ते
नील गगन की सीमा पाने
लाल किरण-सी चोंच खोल
चुगते तारक-अनार के दाने ।

होती सीमाहीन क्षितिज से
इन पंखों की होड़ा-होड़ी
या तो क्षितिज मिलन बन जाता
या तनती सॉंसों की डोरी ।

नीड़ न दो, चाहे टहनी का
आश्रय छिन्न-भिन्न कर डालो
लेकिन पंख दिए हैं तो
आकुल उड़ान में विघ्न न डालो ।

Jan 24, 2010

I Forgive

Mercy was the greatest gift,
that the God hath sent beneath.
Of all the pleasures I had,
The dearest was the reason to forgive.
I forgive my loved ones,
Who subjected the love to
The law of diminishing returns.
I forgive my friends,
Who couldn’t be traced,
In my difficult times.
I forgive that girl,
Who just couldn’t be mine.
I forgive my job,
Who paid me enough,
So that I can fly.
I forgive the every single set of time,
That rendered me sleepless nights.
I forgive myself,
For the grudge I bear.
I forgive my heart, I forgive my tear.

May 16, 2009

Freedom

I m discharged of my duties. I m a free bird now. I m soaring high in the sky. i m diving deep into ocean. i m standing on the summit of highest mountain as I watch the world under me.
I m happy.content.relieved.

Mar 5, 2009

The Mocking Bird

keep speaking on
with no concern, no though
its ain't fun,
you mocking bird.

The dark black clouds
keep me entangled
no speech, no cough,
do I worry or shrug off?

The bird mocks again
for its pleasure
and my pain
at once I lose it all
and that’s what it gained

I tried flying too,
but the wind played a tackle
Did I take off? Phew!!
the wings were shackled

since I was young,
I have tasted sorrow
on my tongue
this point blank shot in the brain
doesn’t affect me.

keep speaking on
with no concern for my though
its ain't fun,
you mocking bird.
it doesn’t affect me.

Jan 30, 2009

The Plastic Money

(Dedicated to Pay slips)

My needs are plenty,
My desires are vast,
I wonder how long,
My pay will last.

Last month too
They kept in my account,
But I withdrew so fast.
I wonder how long,
my pay will last !!

I wished for a jeans,
I wished for a pint,
bank alert didn’t let me
Sleep all night.

I know when it comes,
It will be swept away,
Rent, movie, beer, credit card.
They will have appetite done
with my own single pay.

Every withdrawal has me duped,
And the cash is hard to find
The machine pukes out of joy,
“Sorry, the last transaction declined”

The Next month too
They keep it in my account,
But I know I will withdraw it so fast.
And I wonder again,
how long my pay will really last!!!

………………………………….....n the saga continues with a futile pledge to save.