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26. बातें



कुछ पैसे के इतने गुलाम है,
उनके लिए जीना भी जाम है,

सिहर जाते है, खाली जेब से,
कहना है उनका, हम आम है,

भाईचारे की नसीहतें बस दे,
पैसे से बड़ा ना अब राम है,

बातें आज़ादी की करते है वो,
बिन पैसा ना उनको आराम है,

दुनिया बदलने की बातें, जिनके,
                 जेबों में नोट, होंटो में दाम है || Dr. DV ||  

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27. Change


Adversities will come,
So are the opportunities,
You will have to stand,
Away from the sanities,

No change will ever,
Touch your arena with ease,
The victory won’t be remembered,
If it comes without a tease,

It is the destiny,
That is unknown to all,
If you will not walk,
You’ll surely not fall,

But, to paint the rainbow,
It has to rain,
You have to lose something,
To realize the gain,

If you can change,
Then rise with time,
If you can’t,
Then help the rhyme,

Mere words will never,
Change the course of history,
The actions will speak,

The actions will solve the mystery. 

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28. Kiss of Freedom (A Short Story)


“I think I have started liking you” Priya looked at Dinesh.
“Oh! Really?” Dinesh smiled, looking at Priya. Her blush was the evidence of the truth.
“Yes” She shook her head.
“Ok then, close your eyes” Dinesh said.
“What?” she was surprised at this.
“You like me, but don’t believe me?” Dinesh was surprised.
“No, no, this is not the case” She was a bit embarrassed.
“Then close your eyes” Dinesh closed her eyes with his fingers.
“And” She murmured with closed eyes.
“Listen to me” Dinesh came closer to her and murmured.
“What?” She could feel the breath.
“A kiss” He murmured, and kissed her lips.

For next 5 minutes Priya was all lost in the ecstasy of love. She was lost in the act of pleasure that touch the lips and heals the soul. A drop of water trickled down her cheek and she opened her eyes. She realized there was no one nearby her.

“Where are you?” Priya looked around.
“Don’t play with me, don’t hide, I know you are around here” She was smiling and she knew that Dinesh used to hide from her only to come back from nowhere to hug her.
“Where are you?” Priya again looked around and waited for some time.
“Ok, I am leaving” She said and left the place.

Priya and Dinesh were very good friends, they used to share their pain and happiness together. After a long period of 2 years, Priya finally decided to propose him. Dinesh on the other hand had always kept his emotions in his heart. He used to talk with her, but never tried to drive her towards the world of pleasure. They used to talk long hours during the night or day or whenever Priya used to get the time.   

“Where is he?” Priya was now a bit worried.
“Who?” Her friend Shasha overheard Priya.
“No one” Priya was a bit hesitant.
“Oh, your boyfriend?” Shasha smiled.
“How do you know?” She was surprised.
“By your reaction girl” Shasha laughed.
“What?” Priya was caught.
“So, tell me now?” Shasha said and Priya told her.
“You never met him, I means only once” Shasha was surprised.
“Now help me” Priya was tense.
“Ok, show me the number” Shasha enquired.
“Number is not valid” A tear trickled down her cheek.
“What?” Shasha took his number and tried to get the same result.
“Don’t worry I’ll try something” Shasha said and left the place.

For the next few days Shasha was busy searching for Dinesh, but she was unable to find any clue.

“What is all this” Shasha was utterly confused.
“What happened?” Shasha’s friend looked at her worried face.
“A problem” Shasha told her friend.
“Why don’t you ask your friend how did she started talking to him” her friend suggested.

Shasha went back to Priya. She was all lost and as she looked at Shasha she broke again.

“Don’t cry” Shasha hugged Priya.
“Where is he?” Priya was in tears.
“Tell me when you met him or how you both have started talking” Shasha asked.
“Wait…” Priya started remembering her past.   
“I got a call from him” She said.
“How did he call you, I mean through any of your friends?” Shasha asked.
“I don’t know?” Priya wasn’t able to connect.
“Okay, you met any of your friends prior to this?” Shasha asked.
“No, I was in my grandmother’s place at that time” Priya told Shasha.
“You went alone?” Shahsa was surprised.
“No, I went with my parents, but my parents came early and I came after a week” She said.
“Where is your grandparents place and do you have any friends there?” Shasha was trying to understand.
“I went there….” Priya told her the whole story.
“Oh” Shasha got some doubts.
“But what this all has to do with Dinesh” Priya asked Shasha.
“Nothing” Shasha said and left her house.

Priya was all lost in herself; her mother was also tense looking at her daughter. Priya didn’t tell her anything and also was not ready to do anything. She was in love, but Dinesh was nowhere to be seen.

“Priya why are you so sad” Priya’s mother was worried.
“Nothing much,” She said.
“You are not eating well” Mother sat closer to her.
“I don’t feel like eating” Priya was depressed.
“Why so?” She asked.
“I want to meet him?” She burst into tears.
“Who?” The mother was surprised.
“Dinesh” Priya told her mother the whole story.
“What?” She hugged Priya. “Don’t worry, I am with you” She said and Priya got some strength.

In the next two weeks Shasha again came to Priya house.

“Hi aunty where is Priya? Shasha inquired.
“She has gone to her grandparent’s place” The mother said.
“What?  When did she leave?” Shasha asked.
“Yesterday” the mother said.
“I need to talk to you about a serious thing” Shasha said.
“I know she had a boyfriend who left her” Mother was a bit worried.
“Uncle is at home?” Shasha tried looking around.
“Yes Shasha” Uncle came and sat with them.
“Aunty there is no one called Dinesh” Shasha was serious.
“What are you talking about?” Aunty was taken aback.
“Look at this” She gave them few papers.
This is the call history of the number with whom she was talking. This number does not exist and yet she talked for hours” Shasha said.
“This can’t be true” Uncle wasn’t able to believe.
“Then she was talking to whom?” Her mother was now a bit afraid.
“Most probably she was talking to herself” Shasha said and both of them were taken aback.
“Herself? What do you mean? She has gone mad? What proof do you have” The parents became loud.
“Isn’t this call history a proof. She is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder. In all her youth she wanted to love someone but because of some fear she kept her desires to herself. She started reading love stories and started imagining herself, this must be a case. And when she went to her grandparent’s place last time she actually went to a place which was famous for these stories which acted as the final trigger.” She said.
“How do you know about the palace?” They asked.
“She told me about it while explaining about her trip. She explained everything in so much detail that I was surprised” She said.
“Then who is this Dinesh” They asked.
“Dinesh is the name she must have given to her second self” Shasha said.
“What do you do?” The parent asked Shasha.
“I am a psychiatrist” Shasha said and both were now worried.
“What do we have to do?” they asked.
“Believe in me and let’s hope for the best. Don’t tell her this otherwise it may get worst.” SHASHA said and started leaving for the place.
“When will she be cured,” they were in tears.
“May be soon, maybe never” Shasha took a long breath and left that house with worried parents.
   
Shasha went to Priya’s Grandparent’s house.

“Hey how are you” Shasha smiled looking at her.
“I am ok, what are you doing here?” She was surprised.
“I came here for some work” Shasha smiled.
“Oh, that’s great” Priya smiled.
“Oh, after so long you are smiling” Shasha said and Priya again smiled.
“I am getting bored, let’s go somewhere” Shasha said.
“Where you want to go?” Priya was about to give her the list.
“The place you explained me” Shasha said.
“No, not that place” Priya changed her expression.
“I want to see that love paradise. Think a bit about me also” She laughed and Priya agreed.

In the next hour or so they were all set to leave for the place. Priya’s grandparents told them to come before the sun set. While walking past the road they met an old Pandit Ji.

“Priya, how are you” The Pandit Ji saw her.
“I am good how are your uncle” Priya hugged him.
“She is my friend” Priya introduced Shasha and he smiled looking at her.
“Where are you two going?” He asked.
“We are going to find something?” Shasha said.
“What?” He was a bit surprised.
“Nothing uncle we are going just to see the place” She told uncle everything that happened with her.
“Are you sure his name is Dinesh?” He asked.
“Yes, he only told me” Priya said.
“You live where?” The uncle asked.
“Delhi” She said.
“Oh!” The uncle was surprised.
“What happen?” Priya looked at his face.
“Let’s go Priya, we will miss otherwise something” Shasha pushed Priya.
“You are a blessed girl” The uncle said.
“No, I am not” Priya was a bit sad.
“No, you indeed are. You helped someone unknowingly with your pure heart” He smiled.
“What? I can’t solve riddles” Priya was a bit frustrated.
“We will solve the riddle” Shasha said.
“You are following a mirage, be careful” The Pandit Ji said looking at Shasha.
“What?” Shasha was a bit surprised. 
“Ok, Uncle we will meet you again” Priya said
“You have to come here very soon,” he smiled.

Both of them looked at him and left for their destination. In the next half an hour they reached their destination.

“So, this is the place” Shasha and Priya went inside that old heritage.
“Yes” Priya said.
“What is the history of this place?” Shasha said and a guide crossed their path.
“This is build by Maharaj Diwesh Natrajan Eshwak,” He said.
“What? Such a big name” Shasha & Priya was surprised.
“Yes, he was a very kind king and everyone used to respect him. He used to talk very less. Once he fell in love with a girl. They never met each other, but people say that they used to exchange letters. Once the King went to meet her and that was his last day. No one knew who killed him. The girl was also nowhere to be found after this. There are rumors that the girl killed the king, or someone from girls family or king own family members. Nothing is clear.” They were walking and listening to the story.
“There is no photo of the King? Why there are no kings for queen like us nowadays” Shasha laughed.
“There is, but in the innermost part. He didn’t believe in placing his own photos all over his house or in his kingdom. He believed in serving the people” The guide said.
“I want to see the photo” Shasha was excited.
“Madam, tomorrow you can see. There is a function that happens every month. Everyone is allowed to go into that place.”The guide said and everyone left the place.

The next day they came to the function. As they were walking towards the innermost room, Priya could feel something similar, as if she had been here before. But she never had that privilege to go out of his house during her childhood. She lived in Delhi and came to her grandparent’s home only when she was in college. 

“Here is the photo” The guide showed both of them the photo and Priya was now a bit shocked.
“Oh My God, he is so handsome” Shasha melted looking his photo.
“Don’t you think so..” As Shasha turned towards Priya, she saw a frozen Priya looking constantly towards the photo.
“What happen?” Shasha was surprised looking at Priya.
“No….nothing?” Priya was still frozen.
“Oh! I am sure you must have fallen in love with someone like him, then you must have been much happier” Shasha laughed.
They witnessed the function where everyone was hailing the king’s good work and asking for his blessing and they left the place in the evening.

“Have you got any call from Dinesh” Shasha asked.
“No” Priya was still in the thoughts.
“Ok, no issues, sleep” Shasha said and went to another room.

Shasha called Priya’s mother.

“Hello Shasha, how is Priya?” She asked.
“She is Ok” Shasha told her.
“Is there any progress” She asked.
“Not yet. I was monitoring her for two days, she wasn’t talking to anyone. How this sudden change can happen” Shasha was a bit confused.
“She might be all right” She said with hope.
“Might be” Shasha said and after sometime disconnected the phone.

Whole night she was unable to sleep. Shasha was a bit worried looking at the sudden change in her friend.

“What happened?” Shasha asked Priya next day.
“We should go to Pandit ji” She said in a serious note.
“Pandit ji?” Shasha was surprised.”Please don’t believe in all this”
“Let’s go, I have a few questions” Priya said and they went to kill their anxiousness and doubts.

“Welcome back Priya” Pandit ji smiled.
“How did you know uncle that I will come back” Priya asked.
“Because your answer is here” He said.
“Here?” Shasha was surprised.
“You know Dinesh?” She was still in disbelief.
“You both have seen him and me too” He was very calm.
“I have not seen him” Shasha raised her hands.
“Be aware of the situations and you will get the answers” Pandit ji smiled looking at Shasha.
“I really haven’t. Have I?” Shasha said, looking at Priya.
“Yes you did” Priya said.
“When?” Shasha was surprised.
“Yesterday in the heritage” The Pandit Ji said.
“That was Maharaj….” She realized and related to Priya’s reaction.”The name is not same. The guide told us a big name”
“Come with me” The Pandit ji told both of them and they followed.

 He took them to a room in that old heritage.

“Wow, such a huge room” Shasha eyes were welled up.
“The key of this room is with me. My last 5 generations were with them and even now I am in connection with them” Pandit ji said.
“Really?” Shasha said.
“Yes, they moved to another place, but they call me often, for important rituals” Pandit ji said.
“My questions are still unanswered” Priya interrupted in between. 
“Go and check that box” Pandit ji pointed towards a box.
“What is there in box” Shasha was anxious.
“Answers” The Pandit ji said and both of them opened the box.
“Wha…?” Priya was speechless.
“These are letters, but she used to get calls and that too in her mobile” Shasha was not impressed.
“Look at this” Priya gave her a bag to Shasha.
“What is in this now?” Shasha opened her bag.
“Oh My God! This is exactly same handwriting and name ‘Dinesh’ is there. Mother of all coincidences” Shasha was not able to believe.
“What about the calls then?” Shasha asked.
“There were no calls, I used to fake it so that no one else would come to know” Priya said.
“But why me?” Priya looked at Pandit ji in confused state.
“You know that too. The answer is in Delhi itself” The pandit ji said.

Next day they went to Priya home and stayed there. Shasha told her parents that there is nothing to worry about. The pandit ji met the parents and they didn’t discuss anything about the incident.

“This is the place where I used to get the letters” Priya told both of them.
“You never told me that you come to such places?” Shasha looked at Priya.
“This is such a peaceful place” Priya said.
“You know about this place?” Pandit ji asked.
“No” both of them shook their heads. 
“Take help of google” He laughed.
“You know google?” Shasha took a jibe.
“My child, we are modern pandit ji” He laughed.
“This is a heritage and there is a story about this…” Priya was searching for the answers.
“I got it” Shasha showed his mobile.
“Look at the girl” He said.
“She is like you or you are like a queen” Shasha looked at Priya and then at the photo of the queen.
“What this means?” Priya wanted to know.
“You helped the king to release from a recurring event. You freed him from his last wish” He said.
“What?” Priya was unable to believe in all this.
“He had everything in his life and the only thing he wanted was love. Both of them exchanged letters but meeting someone and acceptance of love completes the whole cycle. That cycle wasn’t completed until now” Pandit Ji said.
“Are you sure?” Shasha was still in doubt.
“This is life, we don’t know why are we meeting someone and when will they leave our lives. We can only use our limited knowledge to connect the dots to get the bigger pictures. Few events are to end through us and few are to start” Pandit ji said and all three of them started leaving the place.

“Was that the “Kiss of Freedom”,”? Priya was thinking while leaving that place. 

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29. सशक्त


कुछ लोग यहाँ भक्त है,
कुछ लोग यहाँ सख़्त है,

ज़मीन में बैठे है आज,
जिनके घर में तख्त है,

कुछ कर रहे है मदद,
जिनके सीने में रक्त है,

कुछ चलायें शब्दों के बाण,
जिनके पास बहुत वक़्त है

कैसा होगा देश वो 'साथी',
जिसकी बुनियाद सशक्त है || Dr. DV ||

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30. बातें



वो आज की बातें करते थे,
वो लाज की बातें करते थे,

बस दर्द भरा अब सीने में,
जो ताज की बातें करते थे,

हैरान है देखो सब वो लोग,
जो गाज की बातें करते थे,

मैं हंसता था तब भी उनपर,
जो समाज की बातें करते थे
सो ना पायें कब से 'साथी'
जो राज़ की बातें करते थे || Dr. DV ||

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31. कविता की दशा


कविता का अर्थ,
बस किताबों में है,
लेखक का सामर्थ,
बस खिताबों में है,

ना कविता का जिस्म,
ना उसकी ज़ुबान है,
समय के गुलाम हम,
केवल धन की दुकान है 

इस्तेमाल ही करते है,
एहसासो की रानी को,
बुढ़ापा मरता है रोज़,
देखे हम जवानी को,

ना समझे कविता को,
ना खुद को समझे है,
आगे बढ़ते समय में भी,
कल के ही चम्चे है, 

ज़ंज़ीरो को तोड़ने की,
हिम्मत उसमे नही है,
जहाँ होता नही है कोई,
शायद अब वो वही है 

कैसे बोले वो व्यथा,
दिल में छुपाई है जो,
जल रही पल पल कविता.
यह आग लगाई है जो ||

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32. अजब ज़माना

परिंदे सी कुछ उड़ान है,
आसमान मेरा मकान है,

ऐसा लगा है यह चस्का,
कोसो दूर अब थकान है,

देख हालात मेरे वो बोले,
ये एहसासो की दुकान है,

चाहे गुज़रों जिस गली से,
केवल धन का सम्मान है,

आगे बढ़ने की चाहत बाहर,
भीतर जहर का उफान है,

अजब ज़माना आया 'साथी',
यहाँ मुखौटो में भी जान है ||


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33. सपना सलोना


ना ठीक करना है,
ना ठीक करने वाले का साथ देना है,
हम तो पढ़े लिखे लोग है भाई,
हमको बस शब्दो का वार करना है,

काले धन से 15 लाख दे दो,
हमको लाइन मे ना खड़ा होना है,
ग़रीबी और अमीरी मे कसने है ताने,
एसी का स्विच ना ऑफ होना है,

नेताओ कुछ तो करो देश का,
हमको तो बस दुखड़ा रोना है,
हम में कोई हिम्मत ना बची है,
ना ही कोई पाप धोना है,

एक भी सुझाव ना कर सकते लागू,
समझाने में सबसे आगे होना है
खुद की ज़िंदगी से है परेशान,
पर आलीशान कमरों में सोना है,

किसानो की याद आती है हमको,
जब राजनीति का युध होना है,
अन्यथा रोते बिलकते रहे बच्चे,
हमको ना दिल को भिगोना है,

कमाल के इंसान बने जा रहे है हम,
सवाल अपने, जवाबो का ना कुछ होना है,
सबके पास ताक़त है पूछने की,
'करने का समय' पर सपना सलोना है|

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34. Our Mouths are bigger than our Hearts

Any event that has ever created anything phantom has to be seen as the destiny of an individual. Be it Buddha, Mahatma Gandhi, Swami Vivekananda, Shubash Chandra Bose or any other historic entity, everyone has done it alone, this is how it has been projected. Yet we read that a team is always greater than the individuals. The Japanese are way ahead than Indians not just because of the creative genius, but because of the teamwork too.

Team Work? This is the biggest misnomer in the present human contingent. As everyone wakes up with the ambition of painting the sky, we often chose to walk alone. In relationships, work or taking decision we have created a system that applauds individualistic approach and we create individual heroes and sheroes. Most of us dream to become an individual diamond rather than a beautiful garland of diamonds. You ask any young guns about their aspiration, their answer would mostly be individualist. Is it there fault? No, it is not. Ever since childhood we have been fed with the delicious Biryani of being strong, and our interpretation of being strong is being alone. We have to be strong to take care of others or to be precise our own loved ones. But with the world shrinking with time and young individuals has now been able to absorb vibes from all over the world, the opposite poles are becoming weaker and hence the repulsion. The magnetic fields are decreasing in the desire of being a free bird.   

But an independent individual should be independent, why should he blame others for his inconvenience or failure or vice-versa? Here is the catch, there is a thin line between desires and responsibility. Loving someone is a desire and being in love is a responsibility. Desires are skyrocketing, but responsibilities are digging deep into the ground.
Most educate people are worried about uneducated rather than helping them with small things. They have a strange belief of keeping mum about connecting the dots, whereas on the other hand the negative act, travels with the speed of light. The educated fraternity is becoming more and more frightening and helpless day by day. They have fear to lose their  possessions. They have fear to lose their identity. At the time of crunch, instead of helping people around them, few of them becomes so judgmental that it adds fuel to the fire, instead of extinguishing it.

While none of them have the courage to change the things around nor they know how to implement perfect solutions in the larger scale and set everything right. Yet, everyone of them knows what others should do. They want clean air, but want others to stop driving, stop smoking, stop burning crackers,  and want factories to stop. When factories will stop, the people selling crackers will have no buyers, they will cry foul about the people working there and tell the government about their poor families and why these bans are not justified. So what is justified? I believe everything that is not implementable is justified. We are drowned in the deep sea of justification that gives no solutions that can be implemented.

Very few of these intellectual will help sponsoring a child’s education or an old age home or anything that may help someone in need, but they have plans ready for others to execute. They will be disturbed  about black money, liquor and cigarettes, but never give 100 Rs if found guilty of not wearing a helmet.

Where the degrees are inflated, so is the ego inside us, instead of uniting to grow and prosper, we choose the easy way out. There have been always an easy way out and the easiest way out is to find a flaw in everything, tell others that you disowned your capability because of them. We live in an era where everyone desires of perfection, but none has ever achieved it.
And with a glimpse of two storey buildings, inflated pockets and egos, we believe in being a powerful speaker. Everyone, from a Army General to a teacher, will know that every government is fake and useless, but none of those intellectuals will show you what and how things to be done. Every one of them will get the knowledge about the hidden plethora of money of the industry giants and political people, but none of them have the addresses of the needy people they, or we can help. They will have the list of problems, but no time and no heart to implement the solutions. This is strange but true.

With increasing social media presence, it is to be assumed that we may have several reasons to unite and become helping hands to each other, rather than this our mouths are becoming bigger and our hearts are shrinking day by day. Instead of sharing a way for making our environment better we are busy in highlighting errors and the future mishaps which might never happen.
This era is the era of information, interpretations is the most important weapons, we can use it to make our world a better place and for that we have to start thinking on a broader perspective. We have to start believing in each other. Decisions may turn right or wrong, but if people are together, then everything will come to the place.

Well, in sports they say ‘Individual wins you matches, team wins you tournaments’ and the same applies in everything around us. So if we can control our mouths and listen to our hearts, we might change everything around for the greater good.

         

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35. संकल्प


बदलने के मिज़ाज़ के,
हम कायल हो गये,
परंतु इस बदलाव से,
कुछ घायल हो गये,
पुल बाँध डाले हमने,
आसमान तक छूते,
उनको लगा, पाँव से बँधी,
हम पायल हो गये,

बदलाव की बातें,
हज़ार करते है,
करने का वक़्त जो आए,
पानी भरते है,
सिखाने के लिए यहाँ,
आते है सब,
साथ देने के लिए, पर,
देखो वो मरते है,

कैसे फिर मैं सोचूँ,
कि बदलाव होगा,
स्वच्छ विचारो का,
मन में जमाव होगा,
जब एक ही नही है,
यहाँ इंसानियत,
फिर कैसे किसी से,
हमको लगाव होगा,

ऊँचे मीनारो में,
अक्सर तन्हाई होती है,
इश्क़ ना हो जहाँ,
रुसवाई होती है,
खुद से जो ना सीखे,
चलना दो कदम,
किस्मत में उनके,
बस जुदाई होती है,

तो चलो करे संकल्प,
एक हो जाने का,
मिटा कर हर लकीर,
संग खो जाने का,
कैसे कोई बाँटेगा,
देश को ऐसे,
जिसमें डर ही ना होगा,
रो जाने का ||

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36. पिता


वो जो साँसों में ज़िंदगी लाता है,
नन्हे लबों से वो पिता कहलाता है,

छुपा जाता है सब मुसीबतें खुद में,
और बच्चो को बस हँसी दिखाता है,

मिटाता है ग़लतियाँ अनगिनत वो,
फिर भी आगे बढ़ना ही सिखाता है,

देख ले जो एक आँसू आँख में बहता,  
आसमान से भी सितारा ले आता है,

किस्मत वाले होते है वो बच्चे 'साथी',

     जिनको पिता का साया मिल पाता है ||   

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37. A Secret



Left a moment of life,
In the hope of another,
Neither made me live,
Why would it bother?

I was filled with passion,
Energetic and emphatic,
Yet afraid of the recession,
So dull and so tragic,

Oh! I was so confused,
No time to look back,
A void was inflated within,
Everything was so black,

And suddenly I realize,
A secret, path is greater,
Destination is a prize,
You have to be a creator,

And then spring hugged,
Life became so beautiful,
Nothing since then bugged,
Every minute so bountiful.

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38. नही होते


कुछ दोस्त दोस्ती के काबिल नही होते,
पास होकर,ज़िंदगी मे शामिल नही होते,

इश्क़ को ना पहचान पाए कोई इंसान,
एहसास किसी के इतने जाहिल नही होते,

दूजो से रखते है, खुदा होने की आशा,
अंधी दुनिया में सभी कामिल नही होते

कुछ ऐसी सोच मे पनपे है पौधे आज,
जो सबूत छुप जाए, कातिल नही होते,

खुद को बदलने की होड़ मे कोई नही,
बारूद जमाने से हल, हासिल नही होते,
सपने तो आँखे हज़ारों देखती है 'साथी',
सभी लहरो के परंतु, साहिल नही होते ||


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39. दो पंक्तियाँ

अपनो के दुखड़े, चुभते है बहुत 
सपनों के टुकड़े, दुखते है बहुत || 


मेरी पहचान को, मेरी पहचान रहने दो,
दुनिया जो भी कहती है, बस कहने दो || 


दो शब्द में उसने, ज़िंदगी कह दी,
खून से लिख कर, बंदगी कह दी ||


भूल से वो ज़ालिम, मुझे याद आ गयी,
जीना जैसे सीखा, उसके बाद आ गयी ||   


अपनी खातिर वो, मुझे बदलने लगी,
बदलने जो लगा मैं, वो डरने लगी || 

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40. धूएं की कीमत


आसमान में देखो, 
इस धुएँ की भी कीमत है,
यूँ हौले हौले देखो, 
जलती यूँ किसी की मेहनत है,

उसकी आँखे भी देखो, 
गम पीने की ही फ़ितरत है,
कैसे सुलगाई धरती,
जाने ये किस की रहमत है,

हंसतें है पीड़ा देकर,
जाने ये कैसी हिम्मत है,
साँसे भारी है देखो,
जाने ये कैसी बरकत है,      

है शोर, धुआँ है हरसूं ,
जाने ये कैसी किल्लत है, 
जो खुशी, किसी को मारे,
जाने वो खुशी या ज़िल्लत है || 


    

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41. दिवाली संग मनाओ,


ये दिवाली संग मनाओ,
चाहे जिस भी ढंग मनाओ,

पटाखो के शोर से,
भर दो किसी की तन्हाई,
मिठाइयों की खुशुबू से,
हो किसी ग़रीब की भलाई,

ये दिवाली संग मनाओ,
चाहे जिस भी ढंग मनाओ,

जगमगाती हो खुशियाँ,
इल्ज़ामो की न बात,
खेले कूदे हम संग-संग,
एक इंसानियत, एक जज़्बात,

ये दिवाली संग मनाओ,
चाहे जिस भी ढंग मनाओ,

किसी के घर, जला एक दिया,
रौशन कर दो दिवाली,
न भूले अच्छाई वो कभी,
बढ़ती रहे मदद, डाली डाली,

ये दिवाली संग मनाओ,
चाहे जिस भी ढंग मनाओ,


भूलकर सब अंतर अपने,
सपने कुछ तो संग सजाओ, 
ये दिवाली संग मनाओ,
चाहे जिस भी ढंग मनाओ,

ये दिवाली संग मनाओ,
चाहे जिस भी ढंग मनाओ |   

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42. बेड़ियाँ


उम्र के संग संग,
अड़ियल हो जाते है हम,
कल को पकड़कर,
कल तक ले जाते है हम,

बाँध देते है एहसास की नाव,
आँसुओं के समुंद्र तट पर,
बीत जाती है खुशियाँ,
तड़पते मन, झड़पते हट पर,

खुद को ही अंधेरे में,
झोंक देते है हम सब,
खटखटाए जो मुस्कान, 
लगते है पल, कम तब,

बढ़ती उम्र के साथ,
बढ़ती जाती है उलझने,
न ढूँढ पाते है कोई दवा,
न दिख पाती है सुलझने, 

इन्सा की फ़ितरत देखो,
हैरत कर देती है,
गम का डर सताता है, उससे,
खुशियाँ जो देती है,     

पंख के नाम पर,
अक्सर मूक हो जाते है,
चाहते हुए साथ किसी का,
तन्हाइयों से चिपक जाते है,

गुस्से और हट को हम,
समझदारी का नाम देते है,
दिल जो बोले सच्चाई,
झूठ का उसको इनाम देते है,

आज़ादी की इस चाहत में,
गुलाम ही बने रहते है,
खुद को बाँधते है बेड़ियाँ,
दूजो का इल्ज़ाम कहते है |

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43. Sky wants to Visit Earth


The blue canvas is alive,
In search of a wife,
To complete his life,
Or to take a jibe,

A jibe at the destiny,
That spills the electron,
The electricity is drawn,
Leaving the rest to sanity,

 He looks from the top,
The world of desires,
Hidden umpteen fires,
Thinks of taking a stop,

But suddenly the circle,
Converts to an octagon,
As inert as the halogen,
The humanity turns purple,

The green army missing,
Nobody actually cares,
Nobody here dares,
Monotony ruling & kissing,

Oh! The back stabbing and pain,
He gets withdrawn instantly,
From the faces,weird and ugly,
And finally catches the local train,

Well the local isn’t so vocal,
He observes the creatures,
From such height those miniatures,
Doesn’t seem to be focal,

Oh! He spots them hiding,
Behind a green paper,
But environment tapers,
They weren’t law abiding,

And he crosses the barriers,
Touch the essence of elation,
Human calls it education,
Still confused, moving as carriers,

He looks around for freshness,
History doesn’t seem to amuse,
As the economy fails to deduce,
Confusion remains to harness,

What a world, he thought,
Everything yet empty,
Miniatures went to kempty,
Carrying a slot,

He calls his friends,
And they started crying,
Oh! Humanity started dying,
Incessant rain joins the trends,

Finally, he stitches confusion,
Pondering about his birth,
He remain above the earth,
Trusting his intuition. 

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44. Plethora of Emotions


The plethora of emotions,
Sits in the mind,
Soaks the freshness,
Makes one blind,

The plethora of emotions,
Brings embarrassment,
Expectation for elations,
Gears up for harassment,

The plethora of emotions,
 Breaks one into pieces,
Microbial and sore,
As if writing a thesis,

The plethora of emotions,
Plays with your life,
You do useless things,
Walks at the edge of knife,

The plethora of emotions,
Tears you down,
Inspire you to rise,
To create a clown,

The plethora of emotions,
Digs for you, your fears,
The carcasses of mist,
Never ever clears,

The plethora of emotions,
Takes you for a ride,
Wild, lone & scary,
Traumatize your pride,
  
The plethora of emotions,
Cuts short your identity,
Makes you a slave,
Takes away your dignity. 

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45. Being judged


The worst feeling alive,
Is being judged, Oh my!
Incessant rain and jibe,
No-one listens to the sky,

Everyone just paints,
In the course of time,
Kills innocence & taints,
Murdering the rhyme,

And the sky feels dark,
Wetting the earth,
The creativity loses spark,
Afraid of the dearth,

I’m being judged of my smile,
Of my tears and work,
I’m being judged on my style,
Of my fears, being a jerk,

Being judged on my attire,
Being judged to be a man,
Being judged on my fire,
Being judged on my clan

The torn emotions,
Rip apart the jolly dreams,
Dead and withered notions,
No helping hand, no teams,

In search of proprietary,  
Every mind here is fudged,
Not even the almighty,

 Is left, of ‘Being Judged’.

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46. गुरूर


आसमान की सैर कर,
घर पहुँचा वो तैर कर,
चालीस साल की दूरी का,
गुरूर था उसे अमीरी का,

आहट पर न आँखे थी,
सूनी सारी बातें थी,
हैरानी में डूब गया वो,
तन्हा काहे छोड़ गया वो,

बूढ़ी आँखे खोल न पाया,
पैसो ने न साथ निभाया,
अश्रु की फिर नदी बहाई,


साँसे पर वापस न आई || Dr DV ||

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47. A Senryu















Sweating heavily,
Cashless amidst all the cash,


Irony of life

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48. Being lost


Being in the middle,
Of just nowhere,
Being in the riddle,
And ready to dare,

What a feeling it is,
When everything is new,
Is it a curse or a bliss?
This contract, will you renew?

It’s like a state,
Of total awareness,
Listening to the fate,
And moments to harness,

You enjoy the path,
No pride and no suggestion,
Morning dew becomes a bath,
Eternal touch of elation,

I am lost, I believe,
In this eternal life,
No identity to deceive,
No tension, no strife,
It gives me a relief,
It gives me a grace,
I am out of grief,
I am out of the race,

But umpteen souls,
Not losing their way,
Countless goals,
Are missing the day,

Oh! But being lost, here,
Is a synonym of defeat,
Message of sanity is clear,

No escape from the heat.

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49. न पूछो


वो अंधेरे को पीर दे गया,
एक प्यासे को नीर दे गया, 
जाने कहाँ से आया था वो,
भूखा रहा, मुझे खीर दे गया,

मेरे होंठो में मुस्कान आई,
बेबस मुख पर, ज़ुबान आई,
आँखो ने देखा नया सवेरा,
कमज़ोर शरीर मे जान आई,

न जाने कहाँ से आया था वो,
इस जहाँ ने कैसे पाया था वो,
मैने तो देखे थे केवल कांटें,
इस आग मे कैसे समाया था वो,

दिल में आभास जगा गया,
अच्छाई की आस जगा गया,
कालिख सी दिखती दुनिया में,
प्रेम की जगह ख़ास जगा गया, 

अब हर मर्ज़ का बाम न पूछो,
इस कलयुग मे, राम न पूछो,
मीठी छुरियाँ है बैठी चहुँ ओर,
कौन है वो, सरेआम न पूछो ||

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50. The only hope


Like first ray of sun,
Like first drop of dew,
Friends like you are fun,
Friends like you are few,

Dissolving the fragrance,
In the holy book of life,
No inquiry for stance,
No inquiry for strife,
Just walking beside,
Like a silent shadow,
No judgement, no pride,
No anger to swallow,

Your presence is like,
A soothing flow of river,
Stars and smiles alike,
No signs of any tremor,

Your presence is like air,
Invisible, yet essential,
You take my utmost care,
You recognize my potential

I am lucky to have you,
In my lone black paradise,
The only hope of my breath,


The one deferring my demise.

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