Mother’s hem ( Aayu
Pankh- Maa Ka Aanchal - 1)
Dirty, poor ,
splendid , bright
Crumpled or furling
wide
Whatever appearance
Makes no difference
She is mother
Her sari’s hem
How I long
To hide in them.
Lullabies lulled in
its shade
Words all turned to
charms
Warp and woof of life
were made
In lap of affections
warm
Where form and looks
Are meaningless
Mother’s lap, her
sari’s hem
How I long
To sleep in them.
Her eyes become
guides
As clouds of doubts
gather
A wave of smile does
ride
Lips of a happy mother
Tinkling sound the
anklets
In the sweet dreams-
A Yashodas’s
imagination-
How much I long to
turn into bells
And to be, sheer
Tintinnabulation.
………….
Remembrance unawares( Yaad Tumhari Aayi no. 2)
Lonely was I whenever
Remembered you unaware
Named ‘Krishna’, the dusky
me
Curly locks fondled lovingly
Tonsure, ear-pierce, lessons first
Celebrating rituals with bosomful love
Permeated the courtyard frolics
Quietly like Yamuna’s flow
Of kings and queens, cats, monkeys
Tales of parrot,
cuckoo, starling
Sohar, chaiti,
hori melodious
Sang me lovely
lullabies
Gently stroking me
to sleep
Imparting a part
of her own.
Affection as vessel honeyful
Protection’s sheet impregnable
Effusion of sweet nectar fragrant
On face a smile radiant
Along with a stream of blessings
Flowed like Mandakini.
Hot rays of summer
Sun
Sweating on the
brow
Amidst piercing
winter’s cold
Sending shivers
down everyone
The shelter of the
hem comforting
Her warmth
invigorating.
Whenever disaster, calamities
Threatened life’s flow
Did not lose calmness
Fortitude only grew
Each moment of my life
Ceaselessly inspiring.
How the days
passed
And how those
nights
Bitter seemed
reprimands
Conversations so
sweet
All my audacities
To you were
endearing.
Childhood haunts the psyche
So does the youth
How errant has been life
How mysterious the turns
Infused every wave and ripple
Of the sea of memory, chequered and supple.
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Let Us Return ( Aa Man Laut Chalen no. 3)
To the world of dolls
Let us return
Play games of strings
The cradle of dreams.
Effuse from lisping
lips
Sea of love,
innocence
Fondness sublime
rejoice
Echoes around sweet
voice
Love’s precept,
life’s essence
Let us hold.
Singing, laughing every
moment
Sweet, fragrant
merriment
Collyrium eyed,
attires pretty
‘Bindi’, adornments
all day long
My doll never bare,
to the days
Let us return.
Resolute moved as Ganges
Resounded not the
sins
Non-existent ego’s
commotion
The pure steam flowed
on
My guileless doll
weeps
To those moments
return.
Resolutions get awashed
Vows are Ravan- faced
Search for Dashrath
fails
Mirror-images change
Deep in doll’s
eye-glasses
Let us all see.
Study again
life-alphabets
Voices from inward
pure
One tune and meaning
one
Changeless every
instant
Leave the false
horizon
Hastily let us
return.
Come of age and
broken
Let built homes anew
Colour, warmth, truth
affection
Settle all inhabitants new
Venting our inner
pain
Our heart’s door
open.
Worldly heart dense,
dark
Childhood,
resplendent bright
Splendid glorious
wonderful
Skyline of toys and
dolls
Feathers countless
them impart
Across the welkin
dart.
To the world of dolls
Let us return my
heart.
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A Handful of Sand ( Anjuli Bhar Ret- no 6 )
Sand handful, slips
Past the fingers.
Had filled the hand
when
Forever had thought
will remain
But was drawn a faint
line
Somewhere between me
and mine.
Within bone-cage did
not stay
Against its essence,
a moment
The feelings fade
away
From relations and
perceptions.
Earth’s spirit, a
change continuous
If fog here, sun
elsewhere
Kith, kin, hearth,
riches allure
To creation’s custom
oblivious.
That nothing is
constant
In the game, was
ignorant
Unsteady the kites
fly in the blue
By its own string’s
tugs break away a few.
When selfishness hums
around
Amidst every
inhabitation
What happens if some
curse
Or others, their lips
purse.
Light-strings have
insects around
While ambitions feed
on slime
Life continuously
slipping past
Veins, arteries and
time.
The sand handful,
slips
Past the fingers.
……….
Some Remained ( Kuchh Rah Gayin no.25)
Life in a picture
frame
paths many seen
walked are some
untrod some remain
Carefully stacked
thoughts many
expressed some
some left unsaid
Seeking solutions
to geometrical forms
drew some
some left undrawn
Upon angle, the lines
square triangle
formed some
some left unjoined
Tottering life
is not a line
that some break
some unbroken remain.
…………..
Shavan-1 (Aayu Pankh no.28 )
On branches all
Swinging swings
Sway and swirl
Anklets bright
Sweetly tinkle
Swinging high
Lilting tunes
Blushing beauties
Newly wed
Nymphets pretty
Slumber steal
Reason delude
‘Shravan’ arrives.
…………
Savan -2 ( Aayu Pankh no 29)
Spirit gladsome
Walking blithely
Childlike twinkles
In the eye.
Delicate designs
Hennaed palms
Drops of rain
The radiant face
Searching all over
Intimate friends
Dancing steps
Soul delighted
Jingle, tinkle
Inmost chords
Being attire
Heart adorned
Welcomes all
Bedecked ‘rangoli’
Greenery, freshness
Mirth around
‘Shravan’ appears.
…………..
Welcome( Swagatam no. 30)
Anklets tinkle
bangles tingle
skip and spring
the happy doe
and drenching clouds
the hot summer caress
When lightening swift
pierces heaven’s
heart
rings a stinging
pain,
of a separation
and a remembrance
that fills with
joyance
Imagination , a
dancer
impatient for its
love
the desire wanders
in heaven like a bird
and yearning does
fill
every pore with a
thrill
When beauty and grace
get definitions new
and lively gait
ensnares
desire so numerous,
in the languor of ‘
Shravan’
pangs are so welcome
As rains drizzle,
and trickle
they whisper,
open my dear
let the sari’s border
fall from the
shoulder
to dear love embrace.
………
A short journey ( Chhota Safar no. 38)
Lost in multitude
of my thoughts
in warp and woof
of questions caught.
Scratch, look
may find pain
somewhere
search within
might a twitter hear.
Remembrance each
is not a milepost
waves eager ,
howsoever,
not on shores are
lost.
Why pangs of yore
are turned within
not long in the
journey
yet the feet get
weary ?
………….
Self-chastisement ( Atma Nigraha – no. 40 Aayu Pankh)
Flying
high, wings spread, thought I
Fruits of ‘kalpvriksha’ shall reap
These flights, consciousness
of action,
Strategic
struggles against destiny
With determination, action, blessings
Walk upon
Sindhu’s rising waves.
Forget earth below, some who fly high
On ground lies the base, to it get oblivious
On
attaining heights, why take pride
My humility, modesty shall pride nullify.
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Infinite( Anant no.41)
Freedom, a dream no
more
creation the end no
more.
Shackles of breath
loosen
body’s frames soften
let’s make new
betrothal
sing death’s
epithalamium.
Beyond horizon
shimmer’s sweet night
coursing on the
lightening bright
all round a music
eternal
qpen wide salvation’s
portal.
None can see, we
invisible remain
none can peek , be it
hell or heaven.
………….
Consciousness ( Aabhaas- no.45 aayu pankh)
From hanging chandelier
The
candle burns, melts
To drop, not on earth though
But, in the bowl below
Why
does one suffer
Take pains for the other
Why does one keep
Tears that others weep.
Agony of burning
Melting of wax
When
tears are streaming
Gathering the drops
In someone’s existence
When
yielded is the self
Is felt within
A consciousness intense.
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