Thursday, July 26, 2012

how women are made!


'In the beginning, when Twashtri (the Divine Artificer) came to the creation of woman he found that he has exhausted his materials in the making of man and that no solid elements were left. In this dilemma, after profound meditation, he did as follow: he took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of the creepers, and the clinging of tendrils, and the trembling of grass, and the slenderness of the reed, and the bloom of the flowers, and the lightness of leaves, and the tapering of the elephants's trunk, and the glances of deer, and the clustering rows of bees, and joyous gaiety of sunbeams, and the weeping of clouds, and the fickleness of the winds,and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock, and the softness of the parrot's bosom, and the hardness of adamant, and the sweetness of the honey, and the cruelty of the tiger, and the warm glow of fire, and the coldness of the snow, and the chattering of jays, and the cooking of the kokila, and the hypocrisy of the crane, and the fidelity of the chakravaka and compounding all these together, he made woman and gave her to man.'

Above excerpt is taken from The Discovery of India, which has quoted it from The Digit of the Moon.


Sunday, July 15, 2012

ललकार ...


रामनाम जप ले  रे 
पगले 
पल भर में, पल
बीता जाये 
देर न लगा 
जगने में 
अब सूरज 
डूबा जाये 
जो रात हुई तो 
फिर से तू 
सोने की जिद्द लगाये?
इस निद्रा के 
चक्कर में 
दिन रात तू 
पिछड़ा जाये
कहीं ऐसा ना हो 
जब तेरी आँख खुले तो
तू खुद को 
अकेला पाये
और फिर 
सर अपना पकड़ कर 
रो रो पश्ताये 

अभी देर हुई नहीं 
क्यूँ ना तू 
फिर से साहस 
जुटाये
और दुनिया को 
दिखलाये 
तू शूरवीर 
आर्य पुत्र है 
जिससे सूरज भी 
शर्माये!



Saturday, July 7, 2012

सावन का महीना


शाम की बेला
गरमागरम चाय
बरसती बूँदे
बाल्कनी में खिला
सफ़ेद फूल
मस्जिद की अजान
झूमते नारियल
मेरा अकेलापन
ऍफ़ बी की तेरी
प्रोफाइल पिक
मेरे डेस्क पे पड़ी
"आई टू हैड अ लव स्टोरी"

और लता जी का
"सावन का महीना.."
तेरी याद लाता है
एक बार नहीं
बार बार लाता है ...



Dedicated to: Indu ji