Tuesday, July 5, 2011

safar...

यह जो आसमान काली चुनर ओढ़ के आया है
इसका भी दिल आज लगता कुछ कुम्हलाया है
इसके दामन से एक बादल का टुकड़ा चुराकर
दुनिया की तीरती नज़रों से उसे छुपाकर
मैंने दिल के कुछ सपने उसकी तह में रख दिए
और दूर पहाड़ के टीले से हवा के पंख उसको दे  दिए
जाने कभी उनसे फिर मुलाक़ात होगी या नहीं
या बरस कर बिखर जायेंगे यूँ ही कहीं
दिल में हर चाहत  खामोश, बेज़ार पड़ी  हुई है
रास्ते में  जैसे कोई मूरत बेमुराद खड़ी हुई है
वक़्त कल फिर एक नया मुखौटा पहन कर आएगा
पर अब इस बुत को कब कोई  नया रंग दे पायेगा
सुना  है कि साँसों का सफ़र होता है मुख़्तसर
कोई हमसे पूछे कितनी लम्बी है यह राहगुज़र..







safar...

यह जो आसमान काली चुनर ओढ़ के आया है
इसका भी दिल आज लगता कुछ कुम्हलाया है
इसके दामन से एक बादल का टुकड़ा चुराकर
दुनिया की तीरती नज़रों से उसे छुपाकर
मैंने दिल के कुछ सपने उसकी तह में रख दिए
और दूर पहाड़ के टीले से हवा के पंख उसको दे  दिए
जाने कभी उनसे फिर मुलाक़ात होगी या नहीं
या बरस कर बिखर जायेंगे यूँ ही कहीं
दिल में हर चाहत  खामोश, बेज़ार पड़ी  हुई है
रास्ते में  जैसे कोई मूरत बेमुराद खड़ी हुई है
वक़्त कल फिर एक नया मुखौटा पहन कर आएगा
पर अब इस बुत को कब कोई  नया रंग दे पायेगा
सुना  है कि साँसों का सफ़र होता है मुख़्तसर
कोई हमसे पूछे कितनी लम्बी है यह राहगुज़र..







Thursday, June 23, 2011

To rest..

Let the masquerade now end,
before the will be bend,
No more the plays of word,
Meanings lost, unheard..

Let this fantasy be slain,
Reality is but Sanity's bane,
No more of dreams be fed,
Hopes vain, unsaid...

Let the flames be doused,
embers to ashes aroused,
No more the passion dance,
desire interred, sans chance..

Let the music be ever quelled,
unsung words deathknelled,
No more the lilting serenade,
Bare emotions on parade...

Let silence hence be the mast,
its depth eternal and vast,
No more a communion fleeting,
a soul unto itself retreating...

Monday, June 6, 2011

of mental bondage...

Not having been able to conform all my life to the norms of desired behaviour in respect of so called important relationships/ties , I guess I'm like an iterant mental vagabond. And this often sends me on a thought trail about the mind and its travails and travels.

The human mind, since conception, is conditioned to grow roots. Having been blessed with an unfettered thinking capacity, we are then programmed to negate this truism all our lives and this is defined as the process of acquiring 'mental stability'. Those  who seek to withstand this onslaught of stimulated dependence are condemned as 'emotional drifters'.



 
Those who comply, more often than not, become puppets to the ringmaster or a 'conditioned to be dependent mind' playing out tricks to its baton beats or wand waves. They will then find themselves guilty (at a point of reckoning) of all the impotencies of will and character for which they would have, at some time, sympathised or pitied others, as their mental weaknesses or failings. They would then stand witness, maybe with consternation and remorse, to the transforation of the independent mind and soul into a hunted animal like creature, trapped within the confines of other's/s' biddings. This is like a self feeding addiction and very soon one could find oneself hooked beyond redemption for the soul, or the lost self.

If this pitiable emotional asphyxiation is the curse of the ties that bind us then wherefore the need to condition innocent, unbridled, uninhibited minds with the need for conforming to societal norms for relationships. Let all our attachments then be designed by intuition or instinct (like between a parent and child) than by the need to find/grow roots. For, very often these roots reverse their direction of growth and become the noose to our souls. Wouldnt it be better then to have clean transactions of human interactions, free from the trappings of sentimental drivel -  minds truly free of bondage...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

inteha..

वो एक शाम मुलाक़ात की

हम थे तो अजनबी

और शायद नहीं भी..


वो आवाज़ ठहरी सी

जो तुम्हारी पहचान बनी

और मेरी आदत भी..


वो बातें जो तुमने कहीं

रूहे-ज़बान थीं मेरी

आरजुओं की सदा भी..


वो एक रात जलती हुई

सहर रुकी अब तक जिसकी

न शमा ही बुझी अभी...
 
वो सुबह जो पैगाम लाती
तारीक़ की पहचान सी

कुर्बत का गुमान भी...


वो एक घडी इज़हार की

साँसों की गहरी ख़ामोशी

धडकनों का शोर भी...


वक़्त की एक लम्बी लड़ी

इंतज़ार की हर कड़ी

बेहिस गिरहें भी...


समेट कर नेमतें सब तुम्हारी

कल बहा दी दरिया में सभी

अपनी आशिकी भी...


न रंज, न ज़ख्म कोई

पर जाने कैसी आह थी

पानी हुआ कुछ सुर्ख भी...



Wednesday, March 16, 2011

On a spiritual quest..

 It is my belief that we have been granted the human form in order to, not just play out our lifetimes but to use the cognitive and perceptive powers granted to us, to transcend from the materially apparent world and discover the essence of the supreme consciousness; that is the journey we undertake and which may be called our process of discovery of the world of spiritualism.

The spiritual quotient of people can divide them into three main categories,as I see it.

- One,there are the people who go through the routine of their lives, either by choice or compulsion and in doing so they restrict their definition of spirituality to tasks well done or lives lived out as per laid down norms and within the confines of their constraints. Such people have a very simplistic view of spirituality, if at all.

- Then there are those, who have realised that spirituality is much more than going through the cycle of duties and rote but are not yet enabled to find it within themselves.Such people then turn to others, whether religious gurus, astrologers, soothsayers et al. to help understand what lies beyond the physically apparent world. Their spirituality is defined mostly by rituals in the form of prayers, ceremonies, pilgrimages and rites which purportedly help them reach closer to the ultimate being (or God as they call him). 

- There are some who are fortunate enough to have evolved ( it is my belief through a cycle of events, past or present), who are not only able to recognise the world beyond but are able, by insight or practice, to transcend from their routine lives to find deeper meanings or see the broader picture, so to say. They are in cadence with the underlying rythm that beats to the divine music around us. All it requires is a tuning in to hear it clearer and be a part of the symphony, in however minor a role. 

But here too lies a trap. Like the seeker who finds a lode mine without realising it and tends to hide it for fear of sharing the discovery, there is a risk of such persons disconnecting from their real worlds emotionally in order to expedite the process of discovery. The logic,of course, would be best defined by them but this is as I see it. However, is "unattaching" the best means to achieve the absolute? And for them whose lives are attached to such 'detachers', what does it entail - are they supposed to use the brief spells of break in reverie of such persons as the metronomes to define the lifespan of their relationships? Did any of the spiritually aware people , who are now our guiding lights, seek to renounce their attachments. They may have given up their worldly lives but they never stopped accepting or giving love. A spiritual journey which causes us to abandon love is meaningless in its very essence. We do not have the choice (or at least most of us dont) to give up on our physical world but do we need to treat the spiritual world as a refuge from emotional attachments. I cannot subscribe to this thought. For me knowing that the journey to meet the divine lies within, enables me to delve deeper into my soul but does not mean a shut down of my heart. It brings a sense of being one with the cosmic design and helps me encompass all the people I care for into that sense of being.

 If this means I am still not on the right path of realisation or actualisation, so be it but I would never seek a spiritual world where I can "detach" myself to the extent that I am unable to see the pain or hurt I cause to those whose lives are emotionally entwined with mine. I can be an observer to my life but that power to observe should rightfully enable me to lead a more meaningful life and how can there be meaning where someone who cares feels isolated or removed. Maybe in another time and place I will be able to evolve to this stage of 'excision' but for now I will simply say - "I pass"...

Friday, March 4, 2011

For Nanya - a part of my soul..

When life deals its traumatic blows,
I wish to be the armour around you.
When destiny shoots its piercing arrows,
I wish to hover like a cloud above you.
For every heartache that torments,
I wish to be the shield inside you.
For each sad thought that haunts,
I wish to be a smile that lightens you.
For all the stumbling blocks you encounter,
I wish to be the downy grass below you.
For all the doubts that make you falter,
I wish to be the beacon guiding you.
When faith seems to fall asunder,
I wish to be the belief that upholds you.
When  darkness seems to draw you under,
I wish to be the radiance that illuminates you.
But Dear Child, wishes are all I have to offer,
A friend and a mother is all I can be to you..