unknown

Lying mangled,

On road,

Tossed by a car,

bleeding heavily,

crying in pain,

Nameless he was about to die,

Crowd  all around,

Peeping at him,

Talking of the unknown car,

which hit him,

And some for news headlines,

But no one dare to soothe him,

To heal the dying hope,

Next day,

That unknown,

Nameless,

Was known with a name,

As he was in News,

The fame which he cherished,

All through his life,

Was his own,

Gone away,

Free of  all sufferings,

Left a vaccum,

And made us think,

That unknown  now with a name,

Could be one from us.

with time everything change

It ceases to be same,

With time everything change,

Innocence gone,

Love obscure,

And memories fade,

It ceases to be same,

With time everything change,

Privileges of childhood gone,

Vibrancy of youth is also gone,

With time everything change,

Form and place change,

Friends and foes also change,

All blame and shame of past gone,

Praises and salutations are also gone,

With time everything change,

Nothing remains the same,

Let life be redefined,

Take change as a chance,

To break free,

From monotonous life,

To make life a better choice.

little baby

नन्ही कलियाँ

  वो जो दो बहने थी,


 साईकिल पर चली आती थी,


खिलखिलाती   मुस्कुराती,


हंस के पास से निकल जाती थी,


याद बहुत आती है।


वो नन्ही कलियाँ,


गिर गिर के  संभलती,


साईकिल चलाती,


पास से युहीं निकल जाती थी,


वो जो दो बहने थी याद  बहुत आती है।


नन्हे कदमों से आगे बढती,


पहियों को घुमाती,


मुस्कुराती,


पास से युही निकल जाती,


वो जो दो बहने थी याद बहुत आती है।


साईकिल चलाने का उनको शौंक था।


नई नई उनकी उडान थी,


बहाने बना के घर से निकल आती थी।


वो जो दो बहने थी,


याद बहुत आती है।


वो प्रगति की नई परिभाषा,


धरती से आकाश को छुने की आशा,


वो जो दो बहने थी,


याद बहुत आती है।





      यह छोटी सी रचना मै अपनी दोनो बेटियों के नाम करता हुँ।जिन को किसी कारण  मै साइकिल नहीं दिला पाया।







  

sleep

Down with fever,


As I simmer,


Lying alone,


In my room,


Listen to whispering fan,


Soothing my soul,


In silence,


Talking to my ownself,


Floating in dreams,


Flying with wings of thoughts,


Feverishly touching untouched,


In that moment of ecstasy,


I was lost,


To be,


In the realm of sleep.


            Sleep is always intoxicating and often rejuvenate.