'कहा पाऊ तुम्हे'?

Dreams always come true when we break the comforts of our sleep and wake up. My poem in-line with this thought-

कभी कभी
जब हद से गुजर जाये
यह बेचैनी,
सोचती हू समेट लू
तुम्हे अपने आगोश मे
लेकिन कहा पाऊ तुम्हे!

इन हवाओं
इन साँसों
इन खुश्बूयों
में तो तुम हो
मगर फिर भी नहीं,
ऐसे ही पलों में
पूछू खुदसे
और
पूछू तुमसे
कहा पाऊ तुम्हे!

किताबो, शब्दों, हर कागज
की स्याही पर तो तुम हो
मगर कैसे पाऊ तुम्हे.
जब तुम्हारी कमी रुलाने लगे,
तब पूछू हरदम
इन हवायों से-
क्या समेट कर इन किताबो को,
क्या ढालने पर शब्दों को
कागजो पर
पा जाउंगी मै तुम्हे?
हर दम तो दिल नहीं मानता,
कब तक भागू परछाईयों के पीछे?
जानती हू
परछाईयों के पीछे भागकर
ख्वाईशे नहीं मिला करती...
इसीलिए
पूछती हू उस  'ईश्वर'  से यह सवाल
'कहा पाऊ तुम्हे'?

Dreams!

Life is short to see dreams and even shorter to fulfill them. Why do we spend time just thinking about dreams...why dont we act as fast as we dream! Why do we sleep faster than we take time to wake up! Why do we see problems before we see opportunities!

Life is a celebration of being born...of being something. Madness is the answer to live it. Dreams, sometimes to me are like butterflies...colorful , vibrant but very quick in disappearing. Like butterflies, they come and they fly away before I can hold them dear. I guess, I am not good in catching butterflies and keeping them in jars. Hey there, don't take it literally :-)

Reaching a friend and a very dear & one of my favourite blogger, on her Facebook wall, I saw that she loves Paulo Coelho. Then, from one link to another, then to yet another...I found this image. I immediately knew it is the signal from HIM to wake me up from my deep sleep. The image instantly filled me once again with the enthusiasm and love for living the life, the right way. I think its once again (like many other times), the time to make a bucket list and start actually ticking the items soon, very soon before it gets late and me left behind with dreams in the bucket with no energy to bring them out and see them vibrant, colorful and full of life like butterflies.

When I am writing, actually when I dream...I see one person in my eyes, in my mind, in my heart and possibly in my soul- my husband*. He believes in me more than I do myself and I have never seen him sulking down when it comes to his dreams. Sometimes, his enthusiasm, his energy, his passion, his madness for his hobbies and dreams bugs me up...his energy terrifies me! I think, because I lack it. But when I think (and not feel), I see he is the best example for me to live life. Its not many days, we talked about our life (our new life, in USA from France) and the possibilities to live it fully and richly. I hope, this image in this post keep me on my toes for coming many days and weeks. I hope to create a momentum and roll myself up with energies that lead me on the path to my dreams. I wish, all my readers the same energy and sanity to dream and follow their dreams. Amen!

In the end, there's something meant for him*...(the rhyme, the similies, the meter does not matter) but just what comes out of the heart!

Holding hands,

Entwined dreams,

One life we are

Marriage as it is called.

You make me smile

like no one else does.

You think of me

like your own soul.

You dream for me

like I even don't.

Someday, hope very soon

We would stand out

as an energy unit

radiant, vibrant

full of life

& everything

that makes this togetherness a celebration!

Everything fades away....

सूरज की सुनहरी रौशनी  

चाँद की पवित्र चांदनी

तारो की श्वेत झिलमिल 

सब है मन-मोहिनी जब इशारा करे 'वो'.

चाय के प्याले की गर्माहट

साथ में रखी किताब की खुशबू

मेज पर बिछे सुन्दर फूलों वाला मेजपोश

सब है मिट जाना जब इशारा करे 'वो'.

आज में मन का सुकून

कल में करवट लेती बेचेनी  

मीलो लम्बी चलती जिंदगी

सब है बदल जाना जब इशारा करे 'वो'.

सपने देखे जो बीते कल में

सपने जो जी लिए आज में

सपने जो भरे कल के लिए इन आँखों में

सब हो जाने है पूरे जब इशारा करे 'वो'.

Life is so unpredictable! This is not a statement that is reflecting any positive or negative state of my mind but just a few little experiences here and there. God reigns our lives as much as we reign it ourselves. He is the writer of our destinies and leaves it to us to accomplish them ourselves. He makes us see and admire the beauty of the golden Sun, He makes us enjoy the warmth of beautiful words in a book, the company of a friend, a beloved...but its all on us to make these all worthwhile and ourselves a better person. True, He is the giver but it is equally big responsibility to be the right takers. Eventually everything in this world fades away, so just work in the direction His fingers point and live life His way!

(Penned on 2nd October 2011).

तुम्हारे लिए.

१)

कविता में तुम

या 

तुम से कविता

और मै कहा बीच मे तुम दोनों के ?

आज यही सोच रही हू मै.

 

२)
आज जाना मैंने,
आँसूं नमकीन क्यों  होते है
तुम्हारी यादों से जो गुजर
आ बैठे है इन पलकों मे.

HIM!

the silence you live into

the love you once fell for

the anger that seeps within you

the anguish your body feels 

the helplessness you see for yourself

the hope of yours that goes dim

the smile that's become a bargain

the tears that come like a high tide...

 ...Break it all,

life is too short for all this!

Get up,

Smile from within,

One day each day is 'yesterday'

& every day will be 'tomorrow'.

Do not sulk,

Have faith,

say a prayer,

light a lamp,

bow your head,

& love HIM again n forever...

 ...and you will be free, my heart n mind.

This poem is inspired by my recently strengthened faith in HIM, the Almighty. Life is too short and far more important than tears and thoughts spent on the very basic nature of life n people. I am happy in this festive season of Diwali, I have seen my light. Now, my head is stronger with the faith in HIM and my heart is filled with joy that he hears my prayers if they are good :-)

I wish all my readers & my friends a very happy Diwali and I hope that your life too will always be guided by HIM.

I miss you!

I miss you...so much. 

Life is going on a roller coaster pace nowadays. Moving from France to United States, is one hectic task. Most of it is done, but the chores and tasks that remain......they too eat up the energy and peace. I miss you so much, my words. There are hundreds of feelings that grow inside every day but I am not just able to gather enough enthusiasm to weave them into something meaningful. 

Also, I am constrained from quite so many days. I am being more thoughtful and doubtful too, before publishing everything that I feel. My words were never like this..I guess its just a phase and soon, I will have the free flow that was the very nature of my writings.

Till then, I think I am on a small break (though I want to break these constraints as soon as possible). But, may be my restlessness will create something that needs to be here, soon, very soon...who knows! For now, I just have this-

In the rhyme of your name

I found my poem!

कभी-कभी

 

 

दिन डूबते ही दिल भी डूबने लगता है,

दीप जलते ही किसी की यादों की रोशनी सताने लगती है.......

Shri Jagjit Singhji's ghazal- "दिन डूबा तुम याद आये" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rcZ4of1IuA) inspired this poem of mine. I have always been in strong admiration of his ghazals. The pain and love as depicted in his voice is unparallely deep, the one that I have not been able to find & feel in any other ghazal singer's voice. I am sure a lot of fans of JS would agree with me. I don't have the exact number of years with me that I can use and say, yes I have been listening to his ghazals from these many years...it feels like forever from the time I had senses enough to understand, his ghazals were an integral part of my life.

There was a time when we (me & my brother) waited for his new albums. Those were the days of the cassettes...we used to buy JS's albums on our birthdays. I bought a cassette for him on his birthday (just because I wanted to own it), and he used to do the same! JS is no more, he passed away on 10th October, this year, and a lot of people are sad with his demise. For me, this feeling is yet to sink in. I won't ever be able to listen to him 'live' again...is something I feel very bad about. I heard him 'live' on 17th July 1999 when he came to Indore, my home town. I so much wished to listen to him once more, alas! He will always be cherished in hearts of his fans, and his ghazals will always be heard eternally! May he rest in peace forever.

My poem inspired by his this ghazal-

कभी-कभी 

हर आहट पर लगता था

तुम आये हो.

कभी-कभी

हर खुशबू मे लगता था  

तुम महके हो.

कभी-कभी

हर झोंके मे लगता था

तुमने छुआ है मुझे.

कभी-कभी 

हर राग मे लगता था

तुमने कुछ कहा है.

कभी-कभी

हर धड़कन मे लगता था

तुमने ही सांस ली है.

कभी-कभी......