Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

मेरे दीपक -- प्रियतम का पथ आलोिकत कर!

                                                                       मेरे दीपक

मधुर मधुर मेरे दीपक जल!
युग युग प्रतिदन प्रतिक्षण प्रतिपल;
प्रियतम का पथ आलोिकत कर!

सौरभ फैला प्रतिपल धूप बन;
मृदल मोमु-सा घुल रे मृद तनु;
दे प्रकाश का सिन्धु अपरिमित,
तेरे जीवन का अणु गल-गल!
पुलक-पुलक मेरे दीपक जल!

सारे शीतल कोमल नूतन,
माँग रहे तुझको ज्वाला-कण;
विश्वशलभ सिर धुन कहता
"मैं हाय न जल पाया तुझमें मिल"!
सिहर-सिहर मेरे दीपक जल!

जलते नभ में देख असंख्यक;
स्नेहहीन नित कितने दीपक;
जलमय सागर का उर जलता;
विद्युत ले घिरता है बादल!
विहन्स-विहन्स मेरे दीपक जल!

द्रुम के अंग हरित कोमलतम,
ज्वाला को करते हृदयंगम;
वसुधा के जड़ अंतर में भी,
बन्दी नहीं है तापों की हलचल!
बिखर-बिखर मेरे दीपक जल!

मेरे निश्वासों से द्रुततर,
सुभग न तू बुझने का भय कर;
मैं अंचल की ओट किये हूँ,
अपनी मृद पलकों से चंचल!
सहज-सहज मेरे दीपक जल!

सीमा ही लघुता का बन्धन है,
अनािद तू मत घड़िय़ाँ गिन;
मैं दृग के अक्षय कोशों से -
तुझमें भरती हूँ आँसूू-जल!
सजल-सजल मेरे दीपक जल!

तम असीम तेरा प्रकाश चिर;
खेलेंगे नव खेल निरन्तर;
तम के अणु-अणु में विद्युत सा -
अमिट चित्र अंकित करता चल!
सरल-सरल मेरे दीपक जल!

तू जल जल होता जितना क्षय;
वह समीप आता छलनामय;
मधुर मिलन में मिट जाना तू -
उसकी उज्जवल स्मित में घुल-मिल!
मदिर-मदिर मेरे दीपक जल!

प्रियतम का पथ आलोिकत कर!

Sunday, November 30, 2014

I am an Auto Driver

I am an Auto Driver,
Your joy and sorrow rider,
I am an Auto Driver.


You ask me to come during day,
I scornfully often tell you NAY,
You ask me to help at night,
I torment you with extra fare fight.
Your joy and sorrow rider,
I am an Auto Driver.


My actions are those which all will disapprove,
Seldom do I show signs that I will improve,
Police gives rebuke and media does shout,
I stick to my stand without any doubt.
Your joy and sorrow rider,
I am an Auto Driver.


When tussle of yours and mine stops,
There come things which I am not on top,
Rising BP and bulging tummy,
Very often I cry calling, "Mummy, Mummy".
Your joy and sorrow rider,
I am an Auto Driver.


All the pollution and dirt around,
Everyday myself they embrace and surround,
All the day's money I want in few rides,
Unaware that my death is taking fast strides.
Your joy and sorrow rider,
I am an Auto Driver.


Next time when I make you sulk,
Bring me medicines and money in bulk,
All that I ever gain comes with a lot of pains,
Let me pass away under your forgiveness's rains.
Your joy and sorrow rider,
I am an Auto Driver.
 

Saturday, February 26, 2011

A Packet Of Milk

Pressure is on me, Pressure is for me …

I can only sit and scratch my wit,
Why on Earth am I so talked about?
I have no say on what should I do,
Give me a break to have a loud shout.

Pressure is on me, Pressure is for me …

The commodity that I pack has a royal price,
The poor may not purchase it and others may think thrice,
Whiteness of its demeanor hides the Ugly fine and nice,
No wonder very soon it will become a public vice.
Those who may want to help have been left high and dry,
Whatever quantity we may produce, it may not ever suffice.

Pressure is on me, Pressure is for me …

Early morning kick-starts a compelling desire for me,
Late into the evening, gentry slog around in queue.
Weight of the Purse and the daemons of wife’s curse,
Make one rush for me in yellow, red, green or blue.
Compromising for quantity and ephemeral quality
Leaves one charred, this fact is so true.

Pressure is on me, Pressure is for me …

Why has it gone sour under its white hood?
Ponder over this and find it out we should,
Adulteration is always condemnable and wrong,
Children have died when save them we could.
Rot is quite deep and ignore it we cannot,
United must we stand to bring it out of the wood.

Pressure is on me, Pressure is for me …

You may hate me, you may obliterate me,
And I share the blame for this fall,
Demand of my broods cannot easily go down,
Improve we both must through steps big or small,
If you could pitch in your hope and endeavor,
Promise do we both to stand clean and tall.