ग़ुलाब- The Rose

                 ग़ुलाब एक...
                                   डॉयरी के पन्नों में, 
                                   कोयल ने फिर कुहुक लगाई
                                   लम्हे लहराते से आये,
                                    सुधियों ने ले ली अँगड़ाई

                                    अस्फुट शब्दों की छवियां
                                    मन की वीणा पर जा इठलायीं  
                                    विस्मृत स्मृतियों ने आ-आ कर,
                                    मन द्वारे पर अलख जगायी।

                                     स्वप्न-मेघ को चली बांधने,
                                    फिर से हठी, चपल पुरवाई
                                    देख ठिठोली बाल सुलभ ये,
                                    धूप मधुर मधुरिम मुस्कायी।

                                    बूढ़े बरगद पर चिड़ियों ने,
                                    रह-रह कर फिर हूक उठाई ,
                                    पल-पलाश दहके शोलों से,
                                     ...याद वही लौट आई


P.S.  I was drenched by these emotions while looking for my old Chemistry notes when a dried rose fell from its pages and reminded of that day when I had found it in the same notebook.

 I never knew who kept it but, I do remember slamming my book shut due to a burning embarrasment mingled with a wild fluttering of heart!

The beautiful colour, the satin soft petals and that flip which my heart had made inside me that day, must have urged me to keep it. 

I don't know of any other reason or may be, I do?

...And,  there it has resided from 1998! 

 सुधियों- memories
अस्फुट -unsaid
विस्मृत- forgotten
अलख* जगायी- waken up
 हठी- stubborn
 चपल - naughty
 पुरवाई- the Eastern Wind
ठिठोली- joshing
पल-पलाश - moments like Palash** flower
दहके शोलों से- blazed like embers

*Alakh niranjan is an invocation to Almighty God.
Alakh= a+lakshya अलक्ष्य = which can't be visualised that is, abstract.
Niranjan = nir+ anjan निरंजन = without blemish that is, pure. 
Thus, alakh niranjan is a call to that pure abstract entity! 

**Palash flowers are famous for their fierce red colour and are considered a symbol of passion and intensity.


  1. Beautiful coining of words, loved the poem,so nice presentation related to the incident.

    1. It's always a Pleasure to know when a Hindi poem is appreciated! Thank-you, Jyotirmoy! :)

  2. Aww...:)
    How cute is that!
    It's amazing how these flowers remain like that after all these years, no?
    I have a yellow flower in the dictionary I used in school. A friend had made a sweet card with it. She'd put it between two small plastic sheets along with a small piece of paper with some message on it. It's been in there for over 20 years. I have to send you a pic of it. :)

    Have a good weekend dear Kokila. :)

    1. You are right! It's amazing how these flowers fare so well with time and equally amazing is that flood of memories which rushed in! Events tumbling one over other,vying for my attention, making those moments glow bright like embers...
      Will wait for that pic, Dee! :)

  3. रखना है तो रख लीजिए फूलों को निगाहों में,
    खुशबू तो मुसाफ़िर है खो जाएगी राहों में।।
    Beautiful thought...Amazing words ����

    1. It's a high when school friends praise your work! Thank-you for these words, Sangeeta! 😊💕

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    1. Thank-you,Sonal! Welcome to the blog, creative girl! :)

  5. बहुत सुंदर कविता।
    मेरे ब्लॉग पर आपका स्वागत है।

    1. Thank-you, Sir! Just been at your is beautiful!


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