Aur 'Use' pyar dena

the poem is in Hindi

'Use' (read in Hindi), as the name suggests can be the name of anyone ! (literally)
December 1 -was celebrated as World AIDS Day

Mushkil Nahi,
Pyase ko dena pani,
Ghav sehla dena,
Thake ko dena chaon,
Aur Use pyar dena !
Mushkil Nahin (2)

tumhara dost, tumhara bhai,
kal tak jiske saath saath
gulli mein khelte the cricket,
ya barish mein jumke football.

aaj akela band kamre mein
nafrat aur ghruna
ke adheron mein
kucch dhoondh raha hai...
tumhari insaniyat
tumhara saath
tumhara pyar

Pyase ko dena pani,
Ghav sehla dena,
Thake ko dena chaon,
Aur Use pyar dena !
Itna Mushkil to Nahin

Loosing my XXXXity

Some people call me religious. I wear a Rudrakhsha on my body and hand, occasionally you may find a mark of vermillion, sandalwood or the typical orange sindoor of Hanuman on my large forehead after I have visited some places that have been termed as 'Houses of Gods' - temples, I do read the Ramcharitmanas or Gita and carry them with me many times whether I manage to read them or not, I used to observe fasts. At my home you would find pictures of Lord Hanuman, Divine Mother, Jagannath, Jesus, Ganesha, Idol of Krishna and Buddha, picture of my grandparents. None of them speak back to me, sometimes I doubt if they are even listening. I use many languages to communicate with them, always understanding the full meaning of what I say. The language varies from Sanskrit, to Hindi, to Awadhi, to Oriya, to English, to Punjabi and sometimes even silence. I cannot make the distinction as to which one of them I am referring to when I say something, I dont usually consider this neccessary. Also, not all the times I mean exactly as I say. Neither do I have the sincereity or conviction behind all my words. I know this.

A few days back somebody asked me "What is your denomination?", I shouted back on the phone "Denomination, as in?"
"What religion, what faith do you belong to?"
I could not answer that immediately. I thought for a while and said "I am a Hindu by birth, that is how I would put it". I wanted to celebrate Christmas with them.


Some kids whose company I was fortunate to have in one of the Saturday afternoons asked me which religion I belonged to. These kids could not speak or hear. They gestured, one did a cross and the other directed her upturned hands towards the sky. I could not understand immediately or I was trying not to understand, I can't be sure. I asked someone to tell them that 'I am an Indian'. She took her thumb and did a upward motion in front of her forehead. I don't know what that means exactly. Did the two kids who asked this question and all others who were standing there (of age 5,6,7,8,9 etc) understand the question or the answer ?


Name and form. As they say in scriptures 'Nama' and 'Rupa'. Take these things out you will get 'Brahma' or anything else you want to call it, again the delusion of words. The moment you put these dual handicaps of name and form, you have diluted the reality. So, with everything which has a name and a form.
'neti, neti', translated 'not this, not this' this is how you approach what is 'Absolute'.


i have few more things to discuss...and would but lets think.

The moment we put a name to a person, we start the division, this religion, that faith, this region, girl, boy etc. The moment we see a person, again we start to make divisions-in addition to all that what is mentioned before, colour, rich, poor, beautiful etc.

please forgive me

For every time I thought
I could be rude to you,
Without having a bearing on our relationship.
Almost as if, it were my right to do so.

For every thing I learnt from you
As easily or with as much difficulty
As the new-born calf, trying to stand up
After being licked warm by it's mother.

For every thing that
You wished to ask me for but did not,
Or worse, for all that you asked for
But respond I did not.

For every time irritation got the better of me
At hearing your high pitched voice,
Which had nothing else but concern underneath.

For every night that I slept well,
Knowing that I am protected and loved
But never cared to reciprocate.

For every time I failed to say 'Love you'
Or 'Thank You' at least.

For every time I missed
To acknowledge your presence
When I needed it desperately.

Please, please forgive me...