My Imagination

Sometime My Imagination is a beautiful  lady ,
and thoughts poured in sentences are her body.
The lady dances to my tunes like a puppet ,
and only I how and when to stop it.
Sometimes it becomes a dream unfulfilled... ,
and my fancies know ......in it how different colors
                                     can be filled.
So my thoughts become the different shades of these colors. 
 And lend me charm ,happiness and a feeling of satisfaction
................. to make my dream come true to the perfection                                          

The Window

O my dear! little airy Window,

You are the most charming corner of my room,

from where I can see flowers in full bloom.

sunlight which passes through you...

...............gives my cheeks a rosy hue .

The fresh breeze when touches my face

...fills my imagination with divine grace.

Through you I can see creatures moving around,

And I can hear God's music in nature's lovely sounds. 

You give me a Great view of the beautiful and green pastures;
Thanks for being my door to the happiness through Mother Nature.

जाला

 छुपा कर रखा था मन में कुछ सवालों को ,

 सहेज कर रखा था कुछ उलझे ख्यालों को , 

 लगता है बस थमी सी चल चलती है जिंदगी 

                                                 सालों से  ,

 कयूं मकड़ी सी उलझी लगती है अपने ही 

                                                 जालों में ?

 ये जाल अपने ख्यालों से जो हमने बुना है  ,

 कई सवाल जिनमे खुद को बे वजह ही फंसा रखा है |

 न जाने , कब वो दिवाली आएगी ?

 जब कोई पाक रूह ये जाला हटाएगी....

 अपनी ही कैद में फंसी जब ये जिंदगी , 

 खुले पंछीकी तरह बेख़ौफ़ हवा में गोते लगाएगी |

 

THE STREAM........WITH IN

The days were more golden ...................

.........................the rainbow more colorful

And those days were happy and  bright,

with a charm of being in blissful delight.

No big deals nor big dreams were there;

except of getting a new doll and a pair

                      of bright red sandals..........

which I wanted to add to my life's little joy bundle.

No reality I knew of this world to which I was born,

As nothing was in existence....................................

                      except the world other than my own.

It was like roaming in a fairy tale and living in a dream. 

And the time kept passing like a flowing stream.

The stream enjoying its peaceful and bubbly way;

knowing nothing about vast Sea where it is going to lay.

One day a realization came and made me uneasy

...and my bundle of little joys was no more with me.

The joy of being a child .........................................

living in its own world with a great pride.

but this was a passing vision..................

underneath which a hard reality was  hidden.

The stream which felt its way steady and smooth;

At last embraced the Sea of bitter truth.

The truth I felt when I grew a little old.................

that every thing looking golden is not always a Gold.

Now I have seen this life with experiences hard and soft.

And  at last the stream with in me realized that is has

to move , move and move...to meet the Vast Sea ,as it can not stop.

Stream has its  identity because a Sea is there;

And without the existence of this world I stand nowhere.

मेला

रंगबिरंगी दुनिया का मेला देखन 

छुटकी चल दी ..............................

माँ की उंगली , पिता का साथ लिए 

भीड़ में वो आगे बढ़  ली ..............

क्या रोशनी ,क्या चहल -पहल ,

क्या रंग , नज़ारे  अलग - अलग ,

हैरान  हो ये सब छुटकी   देखन  लगी  |

माँ ! ये गुडिया , बाबा ! ये झूला 

मुझे भी है लेना ..........................

ना  बेटी ! ये न किसी काम का, 

फिर कभी ले लेना.........................

चलो , फिर कभी इस  गुडिया से 

मै खेलूंगी .......................................

अगली बार ही सही , कोई बात नहीं 

मै ये झूला ले लूंगी |

रुको माँ ,इसे  पकड़  कर तो मै 

देख लूँ ................................. 

बाक़ी  बच्चों को झूला लेते देख ही 

मै ऑंखें  सेक लूँ ....................

मन में  ये सोच छुटकी बोली यूं ,

कोई बात नहीं , माँ -बाबा  मै 

बड़ी सयानी हूँ .................. 

जब अगली बार  आप  के खेत फसल 

अच्छी होगी , 

तब ये गुडिया भी मेरी होगी  |

इतना कह छुटकी आगे  मेले में  बढ़ दी ,

और माँ -बाबा  की  ऑंखें  आंसू से भर दी ,

क्यों दिखाई  रंगीन दुनिया इतनी.................

ये भोली "लाडो" को..................................

जो इतनी जल्दी गयी वो सयानी  हो |

फिर छुटकी रंग -बिरंगी  दुनिया के मेले

में ग़ुम हो गयी......................................

आगे बढ़ चली वो भीड़ में ,

मन में सपने संजोये  कई ...................

 इक दिन जरूर वो गुडिया  मुझे 

मिलेगी कभी |

                                                                       

MY GUIDING STAR

O'Mumma, I miss you!

Want to hug and kiss you.

When I came to this world ,

You took me in your arms' hold.

YOU made me grow 

and lend me your eternal glow.

You are there that's why I am here,

On this earth so splendid and beautiful.

without you this world,

would have been gray and dull .

When I look at  you,

feel like a small child,

Because I know you are there

In whom I can always confide.

Ma ,you are an Ocean,

And I am your tiny wave. 

You are a Banyan tree,

I feel  relaxed and care free,

in whose shade.

GOD- I have never seen

but you are my God incarnated 

in to being my mother.

Be my guiding star,my friend and 

my healer.

I fear nothing,

No worry , no care

Till the time with me you are there.

So Be my inspiration

As your very presence is the Eternal bliss

O dear MOM , I want your warm hug and kiss .

               

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