Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Kalpana

Pata nahi yoh hakikat hai
Ya phir hai yoh meri kalpana
yah phir is tanha zindegi mein mere
Woh hai meri prerna

Sard subha ke oos mein
Ek saya sa jhalakta hai
Mai aage badu to oojhal hokar
Kahi door kho jata hai

Raat ki atithi bankar
Aata hai mere khwabon main
De jata hai kai sapney
Mere inn nigaho nein

Aasu bankar tapakta hain yoh
Meri har aah main
Ummid bankar ubharta hain
Zindegi ke har chaha main

Usi se zura hai
Mere har sangeet ka chand
Yaad usi ka deta hai
Man ko ek shashwat anand

Shritij ke us par se
Aata hai uska pukar
Sadiyon se ye nigahe meri
Shayad kare usi ka intezar.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

My True Birth Month

Your True Birth Month Is December

Logical
Patriotic
Ambitious
Not egoistic
Loves praise
Loves to joke
Fun to be with
Not pretending
Loves attention
Short tempered
Hates restrictions
Loves to socialize
Loves to be loved
Loyal and generous
Impatient and hasty
Changing personality
Good sense of humor
Honest and trustworthy
Influential in organizations
Takes high pride in oneself
Active in games and interactions

Monday, July 17, 2006

तोह्फा

प्यार के इस् तोह्फे को
अपने पास् सजा कर रखना
याद मेरे तुम सदा
अपने दिल मे छुपाकर रखना
जिन्देगी के किसी मोड पर
अगर लगे यह जीवन सूना
तन्हाई में बैठकर कभी
पडे तुमको रोना
तोह याद करना उन दिनों में
थी तुम्हारी एक यार
जिसने सच्च्ए दिल से तुमको
कभी किया था प्यार

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Azadi ke Diwane

Hum azadi ke hai diwane
Mukti sangram hi hai apna pyar
Lahu behkar kharidna hai hume
Aaj manab adhikar

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Cost Of Liberty

She was sitting in a dark room with tears in her eyes for she has just come back home after signing her divorce papers. As she sits down on the chair shattered, she remembers the day when she first met Raj in the college . He was a cool and calm guy and there was always something special about him which she had always liked but never disclosed to anyone. That something which she felt for him was not love for she considered love as a bondage. Seeing her mother being sandwiched between the household work and the boring routine office work and thereby finding no time for herself, no time to think what she wants to do in life and what her ambitions were, she decided never to marry. She always condemned the existing social system, where as marriage meant the end of women’s career and dreams. She was a freedom- loving girl, full of hopes and ambitions for the future. She often used to say, “I want to live to work and not work to live- there is so much to do in life and time is so less, life is so short.” But her dreams were not self-oriented. She could often be found discussing politics with her father, always questioning and debating about different topics of the then existing socio-political and economic situations. She was aware of the Growth of capitalism and the fast declining of socialism on the country leading to the concentration of wealth in the hands of a few. She was aware of the process of privatization of companies and computerization which was going to enhance greatly grave problem of unemployment in the country leading to more social crimes. She was quite vigilant about the growth of economic imperialism in the world – how the American goods are conquering the world market and the subsequent plight of Indian Industries. She knew that all these problems needed an immediate solution and she wanted to dedicate her life to find out solutions. Her inspiration were always the thrilling books of Russian revolution and the tales of the brave Chinese soldiers and their sacrifice which had always encouraged her for self-immolation for the sake of her principles. It was perhaps because of this that she did not want to take up the burden of a family life for she thought that she would not be able to manage both her mission and her family. This girl was so strong and so much committed to her views and outlook and yet there was another aspect of her life which she always wanted to hide from everyone and that was her loneliness. She was so different from others. Her ideas and views never matched with her companions and so she could never speak out her mind to anyone for she knew that it would be of no use, they will not understand her. She often used to get bored up with her friends talking about beautiful dress and cosmetics in which she had no interest. When she wanted to discuss her ideals with her friends, they never could make out what is speaking and ended up with the conclusion that she talks more works less. She had her own world of imagination in which she was all alone. This loneliness often lead her to depression and frustrations. What in fact she really wanted was love, support, inspiration and a true friend and well-wisher. Nobody knew that beneath these eyes that looked so emotionless and cold lies so much tears and pain. The girl who seemed self-sufficient from outside was so empty from within. Nevertheless she considered herself strong, strong enough to reject all her happiness, to deny her most intimate desires of heart, her most favourite dreams and and accept tears and solitude to put into practice the idealism of her life. Perhaps that was the reason why she rejected Raj when he had come to reveal himself to her. She knew that it was not him that she was rejecting but virtually she was rejecting herself of some of her innermost dreams, she was depriving herself of something that she wanted most in this world- love under the shelter of which she could securely unfold all her faults and all her pent up pains. When she came back home, she discovered that she had lost something for ever, something that perhaps she will never attain again. But even then outwardly she maintained her emotionless appearance and none could gauge the depth of her feelings because she was used to it, and used to her solitude, her pains and her tears, she said to herself., “Without love, life may be lonely, without money it may be difficult , but without an ideal, life becomes meaningless;” And by any means she was not going to make her life meaningless in any way. And since time is the best healer, she left her emotions in the hands of the time and tried to compromise with situations. But that compromise was never to be. Perhaps the very proverb on time was not suited to her. Everyday she tried to collect herself, concentrate on her duties, forget what had happened but it was not that easy for her. She was not as strong as she considered herself and not as determined. Her loneliness and frustration grew with each passing day and ultimately she had to give a second thought, “love may not be a bondage or a obstacle in the path of her ideals, it may be an inspiration too”, she said to the reflection of herself in the mirror,” I will take then risk, for I can’t do otherwise”. Hardly had she known those moments of weakness would cost her a lot of future. So this time when Raj approached, she did not stop him. Instead she told him all about herself, her dreams, her weakness, her ethics and principles and her depressions. He heard them all but may be could not understand many. He accepted her with all the ambitions and ideals, he had grown so blind in love. Blind indeed she also had became, and that is why inspite of being so matured, she did not realize at that time that idealism and principles are not build in a day, it needs a great lot of experience, understanding and also reading. Nevertheless, the days spent thereafter were the happiest she could ever recollect. The most wonderful day of her life was of course the date of her wedding with Raj, when the two souls were united ( but not forever). Days after the marriage were happy and peaceful but before long their difference of opinions and thoughts came to the surface. Raj was a family oriented man, quite materialistic in outlook as a family man perhaps should be and wanted his wife to be so. But she was quite different. After her office-work, she spent hours in the trade union office discussing politics with her colleagues and eventually she could not give due time to her husband and family. To the utter disapproval of her husband she used to spent a lot of money for the welfare of the employees unions, their rights and demands. Being engaged with so much activities outside, at home she was found quite indifferent and unmindful. She always used to forget to do one thing or the other and the family life suffered. Clashes increased between the couples and their sweet relationship took a bitter turn. The ultimate blow to their uncontended relation came on the date of their wedding anniversary. Raj waited for her at home right from the sunset but she was so much engrossed in the meeting discussing the problems of the workers that she forgot everything. She came home late at night as usual. Raj was annoyed but as always did not say anything, his silence expressed everything to her. She apologized but it was of no use. The next day when Raj put the divorce papers on her table she burst into tears. She knew that she could not claim anything from him for as a wife she was not able to give any happiness. Although she needed him most , she could not demand or ask. She also could not leave the path in which she was going. Once again she found herself as lonely as she was before meeting Raj. She was shattered. She could only have the enough strength to go to the court and sign the divorce papers. After coming back home as she sat in the dark room all alone, with life, recollecting those good old days, once again a voice seemed to tell her in her ears-

“Without love life may be lonely,
Without money, it may be difficult,
But without an ideal, life is meaningless.”

Life need not be happy but needs to be worthful. The problem of exploitation of the weaker sections of the society, the grievances, plight of the working class was still there. There is still so much to be done and time is so less, so she must stand up. The only regret that remains in her heart is that – she who always loved justice and fought for justice of people, could not be just with her husband, the person whom she cared the most in the world. She considered herself solely responsible for the pain and injustice with her husband and this feeling of guilt will always remain with her. She will always love her as she could not do otherwise and will pray for his happiness and prosperity. Some love perhaps are fated to live only as a poem in the pages of our life-history. But she should not stop, she have to move on. The voice of the proletariat is still calling her and so she must go in response to the unfettered call of love,- love of the life.

Saswati Das . Dated 29.11.2001.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Sapney

Mana ki sapney sunhaney hote hai
Par zindegi yeh mera koi sapna toh nahi
Chandni jo faillaye raat bhar dharti mein
Woh chand mera koi apna to nahi.

Rehne do us chand ko mere
Sitaron ke aangan mein
Main bhala kyun mangu use
Apne khali daman mein

Aachal hai choti meri
Samet naa usko payegi
Khwabo ke galion se guzarkar
Jaab hakikat se takrayegi

Hum to chandni raaton mein
Baas usko dekha karenge
Tanhayi mein kabhi baithe bhaithe
Sapney sajaya karenge

Sapney agar hai khoobsurat itni
Toh woh bhala ek jhoot hi sahi
Do pal ki agar yeh khusi de dil ko
Toh mujhe nindh se kabhi jagana nahi

Zindegi ka yeh silsila
Jab shaam ko dhal jayega
Laakh bulayo tum is dil ko
Yeh lout ke fir naa aayega

Yaad karoge ki kabhi ek
Shayera hua karti thi
Joh kamoshi mein kahi door se
Wafaa nibhaya karti thi

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Main is duniya mein aai thi
Pyar dene ke lia aur pyar pane ke lia-
Woh pyar mujhe nahi mila
Isliye main jaa rahi is duniya se
Kisi aur duniya mein
Prem ki talash mein..

Mere jane ke baad
Aai mere dost
Agar kabhi tumhe meri yaad aaye
To tum mayush na ho jana
Bas mere kabitayo ke kitab ko
Aapne sine se lagakar kehna-
"Dost maine tumhe pehchana hai
Tumhe paya hai"

Tabhi main samjungi-
Mere is zindegi main aana
Aur zindegi se eu mohabaat karna
Kabhi byarth nahi gaya.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Love my song

Love my song and not me
Oh, friend of my soul, goodbye-
You will not know to compose a pain
How many tears role by.

Far there on a flower garden
Sang a bird all day;
The song all heard, but forgot the bird
Who at the dusk flew away.

I am but a wandering cloud
Travelling from land to land;
But my poems will share your heart
And inspire you till the end.

And then one day, on a calm spring dusk
Long after I am gone;
Share our tales with a caring friend,
For the sake of our song, unsung.
Illumine the world around you
By the brilliance of your personality;
So when you leave the world
Cry the entire humanity.

You came to my life

Like a storm you came to my life
And revolutionised my inner self,
I realised a dream far beyond
Worldly joy, pleasures or pelf.

A dream that was to transform myself
A truth of life I had never known;
From illusion to knowledge,from fear to freedom
A ray of light, you have shown.

My imagination got flared up
By the blaze of your ideal;
I discovered myself waking from slumber
Into a world, genuine and real.

Your burning instance gave me the zeal
And an ever-illuminating inspiration;
With that courage, I voyaged on a journey
Ahead to the goal of perfection.

You showed me the path and I proceeded
To know in the world, my real worth
With unflinching faith and undaunted spirit
Towards absolute bliss and eternal mirth.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Mohabaat Jaab tum the saath

Mohabaat, Jab tum the saath,
Duniya yeh sunehari lagti thi
Lagti thi har kali pyaari
Chandni bhi us madhur gagan se
Karti thi mujhse shayari

Tumhi ne toh pyar karna sikhaya
Logo mein tha prem-bhav
Manabta ke aachal mein tha
Sneha, Shanti aur sadbhav

Aaj najane kaha gum gaye tum
Dhoondu tumko yeha woha
Nafrat phail gayi hai logo mein
Kho gaya hai tumhara Khwabo ka jahan

Dur gagan ki woh koyaliya
Kyon gati nahi hai prem-rag
Kho gayi hai logo mein kyon
Daya, insaniyat va anurag

Tumhare chale jane se yu
Tanha huyi meri har sham
Bat gayi hai insaniyat
Mazhab-bhaasha-jati ke naam

Shyamal kanan mein dekho kaise
Hai khoon ke chite phaile huye
Tumhare intezaar mein kabse
Naino ke diye hai jale huye

Anyaye va shoshan ki poudh
Kisne manushya mein hai boye
Tumhari hi yaadon mein maine
Kitne raate hai rooye

Neele gagan ke awara panchi
Puchti hai tumse hamesha
Kab hogi uske sur mein
Samya, Nyay va prem-bhasha

Mohabaat, teri yaadon mein
Mein asru anjali deti hoon
Ayoge tum is duniya mein phir se
Isi ummidh se jiti hoon

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Love

My love is pathosful,
Yet serene and full-bloom;
It lays me down at the bed of thorns,
And then renders me immune;

A love that beckons-
A truth that touches;
A plasm that sings of purple glow.

Melancholy strain and plaintive notes though
Touches every heart to the core;
Yet at the end, there's the thunderous blow
Of hope, strength, struggle and fight.
For a joy eternal and infinite-
In a soul bathed in the morning sun
At the highest zone of virginal light.

March for a grand victory

Oh my heart, take me to the zone of light-
Where there is no moan, no plight;
Where the eyes can see beyond the horizon
Of private joy and selfish pride.

Where the song of soul is freedom
Freedom from illusion and cowardice;
Where in the eternal fight of life
Virtue prevails over the vice.

A mount from where the ears can hear
The pithiest call of the suffering millions-
And the feet can run to mingle-
In the ocean of mankind, at one summon.

I need, I need the courage and the strength
Nay, Nay, I lack it no more-
For the mind is awakened and spirit imbibed,
And time is knocking at the door.

The hour of final onslaught had struck
And I am ready with sword shapened;
To cut the chains and break the walls
Ahead for a victory, tremendous and grand.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Beauty

Full with joy my heart fills
When you bloom like the daffodils;
In the morning sun, with a smile that heels-
The pains of all and all evil ruins
The goodness of your nature falls,
Over one and all whoever calls;
And I am bound to say in winter or spring
A calm bliss that your presence bring,
Through the clouds that float over mountain tops
In secret silence;
Your heart that speaks and soul that sings
Has always something in its deeper sense-
A peaceful dream, a love serene,
A tint of pure innocence.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

As you go away

I remained watching the lonely way
Through the dry leaves as you go away,
You looked not back nor made reply
Days passed by and by;

I waited for thee
A whole night long,
If you come to me
Even in the dawn.

But I know not why
Wait ended not,
May be friend
You forgot,-

The days we passed
The song we sang,
All those ended
In a short span;

I thought one day,
You would come along,
Though the same lone path
After a short sojourn;

One tear fell, then became dry
Void inside me, like the vast blue sky,
Asked so many questions in deep silence
That echoed back to me;
You never came, you never knew,-
I remained waiting for thee.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

खून की रंगोली

मृतु जहाँ आस पास हो
और जिन्देगी बहुत दूर
समय के उस घाट खरी है
आज भारत्-वासी हो मजबुर

किसी की कंगन टुट रही है
तो किसी की राखी है मजबूर
किसी दुल्हन के माथे से देखो
कोई पोछ राहा है सिन्दुर

किसी माँ के आँचल में आज
मर रही है उसकी सन्तान
कोयल के उस सुरिले धून में
बज रही है प्रलय की तान

मझब की बेदी में आज
इन्सानियत चढती है बली
हरि-भरी उस हरियाली में
खून की होती है रंगोली


कहाँ है मेर वोह सुन्हरा देश
जिसकी शाहीदो ने की थी कल्पना
मैं और तुम के इस द्वन्द में
'हम्' शब्द बन गय हैं अन्जना

शाहीदों के रुह देती है
आज विवेक को चुनौती-
क्या आज का जवान दे सकेगा फिर से
अपनी जान की अहुती?

न्याय और एकता के अदर्श से क्या
सज सकेगा यह भारत वर्ष,
याँ फिर धर्म के नाम पर चलता रहेगा
यह खून की होली
और यह मिथ्या संघर्श्!

Monday, January 30, 2006

Ek Rista

Tere mere bich jo hai ek rista
Isko koi naam na do
Isk keh kar is riste ko
Zamaane ka badnaam na do

Ehsaas jo jaga hai maan mein
Use eu hi tum panapne do
Kali jo mehki hai ban mein
Use gul bankar khilne do

Zeevan ka dor kamjoor bara
Na jane kab yeh toot jaye
Bebafa naseeb kyon jaane kab
Hum se yuhi rooth jaye

Raha mein yu chalte chalte
Saath kabhi ye toot jaye
Milan ka bahar is zeevan mein
Phir kabhi, aye na aye

Hum to tere yaadon mein
Har roz shayari kiya karenge
Tere naam ke deep tulsi ke tale
Har shaam ko dia karenge

Darna nahi ki ayungi na mein
Kabhi tere paas mein
Smriti ban kar chupi rahungi
Tere dil ke ehsaas mein

Daag nahi lagne dungi mein
Tere paak daman mein
Kabhi gul bankar mehka karungi
Tere ghar ke aangan mein

Fiza bankar cha jaaungi mein
Har barasta sawan mein
Prakash ban kar prerna dungi
Andhere bhare is zeevan mein

Agar kabhi zindegi mein
Tujhko meri yaad aaye
Prerna ke roop mein mujhe paane ko
Tera yeh dil bulaye

Toh payoge mujhe tum kisi
Masoom bache ke muskan mein
Ya phir kisi urte huye
Panchi ke paygaam mein

Na dhoodna mujhe door sitaro mein
Aye mere man ke meet
Rahungi mein paas tumhare
Banke tumhari zeevan sangeet
 
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