Pyaalon ka moh

इन सन्नाटों में छनकें वह पायल

आये थिरक्ति साकीबाला,

इस ओर देख मुस्कुराए, कहे,

क्यूँ टटोलता तू प्याले दर प्याला?

किन खयालों में खोया तू  

अमृत हाला बहती जाए,

इन प्यालों के मोह में उलझे

खो न जाये जीवन  मधुशाला ।

Growing Wings

Hello people :)

I know I have been away quite somewhile. A lot has happened in the past month, both internally and externally. But this is not about them. As much as i would wanna share the last month with you, I dont wanna delay on my current inspiration lest it get lost with so many other 'lost ones' and join the list of incomplete posts :P

How much ever we try not to, we tend to look at the world from your tiny little perspective, relating all to our way of thoughts and life and trying to see how others fit in our scheme of things. For once if you drop the inherent bias and try to be in the other person's shoes what you learn will surprise you. For a moment stop cribbing over your stuff and look around to people who live on with greater problems and smile and carry on just as well. The protagonist is a young woman (for a change :P ) who wishes to break the norms and live life on her own terms.This poem is a dedicated to all those brave people out there who dont cease to smile :)

Growing Wings

I smile at them and they smile back
as I turn the pages to see,
so many people, so many stories,
so many years it has been.

I yearn for a story of my own,
yearn to play the lead,
to take the paths that I have always wanted
and not just wonder where they lead.

Yearn to wake up to a morning trek
or breakfast in bed is just as well,
to walk along the endless waters,
the star lit skies and the enchanting smells.

Yearn to see the distant places
and to meet people for my own,
to fall in love for once
and meet whom I have always known.

And now the box is open again
my stifled dreams now freely flow,
for as much as you love me
its time you must let me go.

For I want to take flight
glide along the winds that blow
please don't stop me or try to clip
these beautiful wings that I wish to grow.

मधुशाला

Dec 16, 2011

हाय! इन अधरों पर अब
सूख गयी कैसे हाला,
हाय! इन बिखरे हाथों में
सूख गया कैसे प्याला,
स्वर्णिम साकी आवाज़ लगाती
इन मधु के मतवालों के बीच,
सुनसान पड़ा है पीनेवाला
बांज पड़ी यह मधुशाला।

Dec 23, 2011

कितने नाज़, अरमानों से मैंने
किया कल्पित यह जग प्याला,
कितने मृदुल भावों से
रची वह स्वर्णिम साकीबाला,
जाने अनजाने में छूटा
घड़ा जीवन अमृत का,
वास्तविकता के फर्श पर बिखरी
मेरी क्षणभंगुर मधुशाला।


वाह! वाह! पुकार सराहता
झूमता मदमस्त पीनेवाला,
हाथ पकड़ साकी को खींचता
कहता और दे यह शब्दों की हाला,
एक प्याले में एक जीवन समाये
आसान न समझ तू इसको,
कई जीवनों के नीचोड़ पर झूमे
इन पाठकों की मधुशाला।


Dec 25, 2011

भोर होते शंख नाद गूंजता
सायं छलकता प्याले पर प्याला,
सूरज की किरणों में झून्झता
सायं थिरकती साकीबाला,
दिन में जो लहू बहे
वोह सायं तेरी हाला,
यह दिन में मेरी रणभूमि
सायं तेरी मधुशाला।

Jan 03, 2012

यूहीं बैठे बैठे देख
बह गयी कितनी हाला,
इस तर्क - वितर्क की जंग में
फिसल गया हाथों से प्याला,
बूँद बूँद कर, कई बूंदों में
एक युग बीत गया,
नया भोर है, नयी उम्मीदें
नयी उम्मीदों की नव मधुशाला।

Jan 17, 2012

आखरी किरण ओझल हुई
अन्धकार में खो गया प्याला,
रोशनी की चाह में चला
धूप निगल गयी हाला,
मेरी स्वर्णिम साकी
एक काल्पनिक पात्र हुई,
बरसों की पुकारों में गूंजे
मेरी तन्हा मधुशाला।

Jan 27, 2012

बड़ी आसानी से तुने
पार पटक दिया प्याला,
भावों में बह कर बोला
ना दे मुझे यह जूठी हाला,
ऐ पीनेवाले! तू क्या जाने
उस साकी की व्यथा को,
मुबारक तुझे तेरा नया सफ़र
मुबारक तुझे नयी मधुशाला।


Jan 29, 2012

खूब गरजा, घूब बरसा
लेकिन न मिली वोह जग हाला,
ख़ुशी मुझे है यदि जो मैं
भर सका दो बूँद तेरा प्याला,
अब बह जाने दे तू मुझको
इन मद मस्त मुस्कानों के बीच,
छोड़ चला इन् मतवालों को
यह मदिरा का मोह, मृत मधुशाला।

New beginnings

Hello. I have been away a while. Writing wasn't happening to me for a while, I thinking it is beginning to happen again.

While I have never been quite the "New Year" person, I think I would quite like to use this punctuation in space-time as a sort of fresh start, for my writing to begin with. Here is a small piece to get started.


देखो! भोर हुई
आवाज़ लगाती साकीबाला,
कहती छोड़ वह सायं - विष
अधरों पर लेप यह प्रातः - हाला,
मदमस्त हो जा तू इस रस में
बह जाने दे जो बीत गया,
नव वर्ष की नयी उमंग यह
नव शुरुआतों की नयी मधुशाला ।


May we let go of the pains of evenings past, and start this morning with whatever joy we can muster. Wish you a year full of love, life and laughter.

- M

A Random Post

I see you there
as the sails catch winds and flee
farther and farther
now, just a speck in the sea.

Oh no, don't turn back
and I must not look up too
not look at the images
neither the sails, nor you.

For all I try to be otherwise
once in a while I do encounter thee
and wonder as it does every time
wonder why it affects me.

Its not the lack of answer
that troubles me though
but knowing the answer
knowing that it is so.

Today is one of those nights
as I face my ghosts
ghosts with faces and names
and so ends a random post.

False colours

Another sun goes down
As I lift my head to see
See as far as I can
See if you are to be

Like the curse of the mariner
The painted sky looks back at me
Still faces, still paces
as still as it could be

But I look on
as the efforts die down
and in the warmth of the embers
Quiet finds some ground

Hoping that you would come around
and work your magic on me
In the delightful flight of yours
lift me out of my misery

Just look at me and know
words, inadequate as they be,
what I have done to them
could you please do so to me?

Not too far gone
I snap myself back
Believing in a friend, an angel, a saviour
is just allowing myself unnecessary slack

Oh! The dreams, the colours and the flight
An unreal image in my head
The sun is dead; dark it is
all so well, I hit the bed!

Turn off the lights

Glory, fanfare all around
soaked in the festival of lights
sights and sounds, and smiles
Could it be any more bright?

I stand still and see
as the world passes by
spare me some space though
please dont ask me to fly

Let me just stand witness
watch the show from indoors
sky is your playground
let me please stay on the floor

Many smiles come my way
a familiar person they see
having held his fort for long
It has just gotten difficult to be

This is more convenient though
rather than break them the news
and then listen to the free flowing
advice, sympathy, help and views!

So I smile back at them
smile at being twins
smile as I hold fort
smile at the death of smile

As they meet me and leave
Good I say! I am sick of the bright
The last one leaving, do me a favour
On your way out, please turn off the lights!