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An Affair ..

It started when I was doing High School in my sleepy lil hometown. During that stress full time without any warning,I found myself  into a serious affair ....  an affair  with trees! 

 Like all  people I used to like them but it was around that time that I really opened my eyes to their beauty .
May be, it occured because of those long hours of biology practicals where the swaying leaves of  don't-know-which-tree were visible from the lab window.....or during physics practicals of magnetic fields which were conducted under shady trees where, instead of  gauging  the earth magnetics I very magnetically got drawn towards the play of golden light through the green leaves on the brown earth
.Can't say exactly when the matters became so serious and don't remember about physics lessons but the magnetic attraction was sure there!
So  I started giving importance to trees. I adore d them, were in awe of  them and felt quite comfortable around them.They sort of imparted a feeling of …
. I remembered about  a poem when  some of my neighbours  were discussing about the regiolnalism  getting too much in India. Not only they but we all are concerned about the rise of this idiotic feeling  of thinking one region superior then other and vice- versa.
And they locality where i lives and where i work is compeleltly devoid of any such prejudices .All I say is No cause is good enough to ignite any kind of War.   So No to  Wars of all types,on any bases. this poem I wrote for a class 2 poem competition in the year '99  and the title given by the teacher was-
                                             'Nahin Chahiye Hume Ladai..'
“नक्षत्रों के फूल स मेटे, रैना ने ली सजल विदाई धरती के निर्मल आचंल पर ऊषा ने रोली छिट्काई नील फलक पर सूरज चमका , कर किरणों की कलम उठाई दर्पण से जल पर लिख डाला, नहीं चाहिये हमे लडाई. सप्त स्वरों में पक्षी चह्के, जाग उठी कलियां अल साई भंवरें गाने लगे तराने , बल खा कर नदिया इठलाई ‘देश हमारा इक उपवन है, ’ फूलों ने यह सरगम गाई ‘प्रेम – भाव …
This post is in hindi and i hope it will look okay on the blog..Actually these are some of my childhood poems - the last one  i wrote when i learnt about the synonyms  of night and moon i.e.rajni- rajneesh and was quite liked the sound of the words .Infact I liked the words so much that I  starteed using these terms only instead of the common Raat and  chand terms.


The other (in start) three are lines written as b'day wishes using the person's name.

जन्म दिवस की शुभ - कामनाओं हेतु..........

तुम शुभ्र घटा बन कर स्वाति
संग लिये दीप्ति विश्वासो की ,
जीवन बगिया सिन्चित करना ,
आशाआओ के मधुमासो की.                  सन॒ १९९५
बनो सर्व प्रिय तुम प्रियंका ,
सुख मेघों पर हो आसीन,
सुर भित हो जीवन कि बगिया
हो उत्कर्ष नवीन- नवीन.                          सन॒ ९६
हो सुखद स्वप्न साकर सभी
रह्ते हो जिन मे सराबोर ,
तुम बढो लक्ष्य पथ पर ऐसे;
रह जाये सब विस्मित - विभोर.                        सन॒ ९६

रज् नी के सं…

Memories

When I look back, I am surprised to see some verses penned by me on a particular day of March 2003. Don't remember anything special about that time.I must be feeling real creative to do so. 

Now I am not writing much is may be as I am too content..eh ! Well,being satisfied is one of the toughest thing on planet earth as u can be happy, even joyful but to be satisfied is to be in a state of calm almost perpetually .
Upto a certain extent, contentment also means inaction. 
Contentment is an elusive state of mind but I am happy to realise that most of my life,as a kid, teenager and later as a young adult (2 stages when  people are most dissatisfied ) I was completely at ease with myself and my surroundings.Not only at ease but quite pleased  with myself and my surroundings :)  Though it seems myopic now.it was perhaps , due to my upbringing ,done by my mother single handedly and very effectively. What ever (if there is) goodness I possess is all because of her and her simple, homely, wa…

Golden Memories

I am copying here some lines which I wrote while missing my pals, the fun ,the masti,the crying -and- making up......
These memories are devoid of insecurity and jealousy.We faced the world together then and are facing it the same way that is - the way we are ..
So. its for growing together-

Stirring Grass
Rustle of leaves
Shining morn
Which sunbeams weave;
                                                              rushing wind
                                                              blowing hair
                                                              golden leaves
                                                              in autmn air.
humble branches
(with)smiling flowers
twittering birds
and light spring showers
                                                              sunlit ponds
                                                               mirroring blue sky
                                                             radiant days
                                          …