बहुत दूर छोड़ आई हूँ अनमने मन की विवशता शब्दो की सरलता पुकारती मुझे स्याही की पवित्रता प्रवाह भरी भावना की सबलता उंगलियों में बसी उलझाती मुझे लौटा लाती है वही से जहाँ छोड़ आई हूँ मैं अपने जीवन की नीरसता संग ले आई एक मीठी सी कविता!
Met accidentally, spoke rudely, behaved badly, hated most importantly, fought with spirited high, laughed carelessly, made fun extremely, thought profoundly, listened carefully, spoke openly, trusted blindly, waited eagerly, touched internally, hands folded with firm closeness, eyes on you I rejoice and become a shy. Truly, madly, deeply, why I loved you? Dear mice!
When heart melts Heartbeats crack Eyes filled Hands shiver Legs silent Face lost radiance Mind goes numb Veins go cold Words no longer bold Have nothing, everything just sold!
मेरे कंगन मेरी सीमा दिखाते है उनकी गोलाई के घेरे में ही मेरे साँसों की लडिया बंधी है जो मैंने इसको पार करने की सोची निशब्दता मुझे डस लेगी खालीपन मुझ पर हावी होगा फिर वो तय करेंगे, मेरी नई सीमा क्या है?
The sense of creativity flows within me or I am wandering into the world of new thoughts and ideas. The particular thought of creativity takes me to places and energizes me to think ahead, something which is never discovered or overlooked. Holding the medium of creativity (pen), I pacify my state of mind to understand what I am experiencing now. Like the one, facing a giant stubborn rock or a hopeful ocean, I feel like it is overcoming me or I am being lured into this vast and complicated universe. To understand and acquaint with these whirlpools of thoughts ruling me right now, I again take this medium of expression into my hand and warm up myself for the coming mental exercise. With a slight smile on my face, I venture out to enjoy a tete-a-tete with creativity.
“Home remains a home until the desires and dreams of children learn to fly faster and harder than their strengths. After a while, a new home comes into existence and starts breathing slowly.” Parvati heard herself saying.
Yes, she was trying to find her home in the lost pages of the old family album.
Name: Stranger Venue: Bus stand Duration: 6 months
That evening, you weren’t there. My heart melted, you remained absent for a week. I saw you again wearing your left arm in a sling. The bus came and we climbed in. I made my way to sit beside you.
नारी का पहला एहसास, माँ तुम
कोमलता की प्यास, माँ तुम
करुना की दास, माँ तुम
मेरी पहली और आखिरी आस, माँ तुम
मेरे अन्दर की आवाज़, माँ तुम
मेरे चेहरे की हसी, माँ तुम
मन का सुख, माँ तुम
चुटकी में भगाए दुःख, माँ तुम
अँधेरे का झिलमिला दीया, माँ तुम
कठिनाईओ का ज़हर घूंट भर लिया, माँ तुम
जीवन की सुबह की किरण, माँ तुम
मेरी शाम का विवरण, माँ तुम
रातों की मीठी नींद का सपना, माँ तुम
कौन लगे तुझ बिन मुझे अपना, माँ तुम
मेरा सच्चा गहना, माँ तुम
और क्या कहू, क्या हो तुम
मेरी शुरुआत भी तुम
और इसका अंत भी तुम!
है ना, माँ!
Maa Tum!
Naari ka pehla ehsas, maa tum
Komalta ki pyas, maa tum
Karuna ki daas, maa tum
Meri pehli aur aakhiri aas, maa tum
Mere andar ki awaz, maa tum
Mere chehre ki hasi, maa tum
Man ka sukh, maa tum
Chutki mein bhagaaye dukh, maa tum
Andhere ka jhilmila diya, maa tum
Kathinaio ka zehar ghunt bhar liya, maa tum
Jeevan ki subah ki kiran, maa tum
Meri sham ka vivran, maa tum
Raaton ki meethi neend ka sapna, maa tum
Kaun lage tujh bin apna, maa tum
Mera sachcha gehna, maa tum
Aur kya kahu, kya ho tum
Meri shuruhaat bhi tum
Aur iska ant bhi tum!
Hai na! maa!
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I am a free thinker who loves to let the mind fly like a bird and explore vibes within and around. During such flights, I like finding answers to the questions hidden in the valleys and corners of my universe. All throughout, the thoughts flow from the mind to the hands and then down to the paper and they start dancing.
