Friday 18 January 2013

Morning Walk

Yaadon ki gathri ko baandh kar
Ummeedon ke chiraag ko jalakar
Kal ka kaajal ponchh kar aankhon se
Aaj ka chamakta suraj laga maathe pe
Ek thaka hua raahi uthkar jaise
Phir se taiyaar hota hai
Raat ki rajai se uthkar
Theek waise hi, hum chal dete hain
Din ko seene se lagaane
Jo shaam hote-hote bojh sa lagne lagta hai,
Aur hum betaab ho jaate hain
Ki kaise utaar phenk kar use
So jayen raat ke god mein phir se.

Din-raat, log-bag,
Aansun-muskaan, Jeet-Haar,
Baichaini-sukoon, sukh-dukh
Dard-Dava, Sab mile
Jaise park mein morning walk karte hue
milte hain, doosri taraf se aate hue log,
Jinse milkar hum chal dete hain
Apni-apni disha mein
Akele, Ekaant,
Hum akele hi chalte hain
Apne khayalon ke udhed-bun mein khoye hue.

Ye nahin tay kar paate
Ki ant kahan hai?
Lakshya kahan hai?
Aur chalte hue
Kuch duri, Kuch deri ke baad,
Phir milte hain

Aansun-muskaan, Jeet-Haar,
Baichaini-sukoon, sukh-dukh
Dard-Dava se,

Aur milkar hum phir chal dete hain
Apni-apni disha mein
Akele, Ekaant.

Friday 11 January 2013

Work

There are days,
When we work,
And work much,
Without any rhyme
Or reason as such.

Too busy to be glad,
Too busy to be sad.
Moving from one thing,
One person, to the other,
Not knowing whether,
We loose or we gain.

All get mixed up,
All look the same,
Too far to future,
We can not see
No fruits of action in sight
We dig only in earnest right.

Friends and foes
Both forgiven and forgot.
Victory and Misery,
All relinquished.
Fame and defamation,
Cast aside like yesterday's flowers
From the body of temple deity.

Forward or backward,
We are not certain,
But we move,
And one this is certain,
We act, and We do,
We do it rather good.