A wish to meet Him

I dont know what was in his mind when he fashioned this world
crafted these human puppets to dramatize.
He makes them dance and enjoys the drama
I wish he comes here and empathize.


He germinated a heart and embellished it with emotions
imbibed it inside the puppets tactically.
The emotions started guiding the movements
But controls he kept with himself ,knowingly.


I wish i meet him someday and have coffee with him
Let me pay for the coffee and he grants me a wish
I will ask for The reversal of the rule
Let me play his role and he sails my ship.


I know he is cognizant and clever
Let him get the feel of meeting and departing every now and then
And pray to me for the abeyance
i dont give a reply and test his equanimity and patience


I wish he also departs from his mother and travels miles away
Let him find a new world around him and stand in quandary
he searches for a known hand to hold
and finds the facetious expressions and faces in wry.


I wish he also meets a friend and sees his reflection in him
Let him savor the sweetness of being close to his friend
Then i dissociate them one day and encumber him with memories
And let this happen with him whenever he tries to stand.


I wish he dances with all the puppets together, united and happy
let him get bonded with a faction of artists on his stage
Then i make him loose his tenacity and fall
Let other puppets grieve and estrange.


I m sure he will not find it complaisant
He will regret this meeting with me
He will never grant this wish
rather he pays for coffee.

सृजन

ना जाने किस उलझन मे किस दिशा मे,किस गति से, अनवरत
किस सूर्या की परिधि मे, एक ग्रह की तरह परिक्रमा कर रहा हूँ
कभी दिवस कभी रात्रि का आलिंगन करता,विचलित,
समय से प्रतिस्पर्धा करता,अपनी गति को कभी तेज कभी धीमा कर रहा हूँ

अस्तित्वा के इस आत्मद्वंद मे ना जाने कब विराम आएगा
कब समाप्त होगी यह आतं-मंथन की प्रक्रिया
अपने स्वेद कनो से आभूषित,क्षणिक आनंद की आशा मैं
अंतर्मन की ध्वनियों को अनसुना कर रहा हूँ

मेरा बुधीजीवी अंश, स्वयं की सीमाओं को जानता है
सुसुप्त है पर मृत नही,किंतु निशब्द क्यों है
शांत,शोषित,सांसारिक नियमों के पराधीन,प्रतिक्रिया-विहीन
एक अद्भुत परिवर्तन की प्रतीक्षा कर रहा हूँ

देखता हूँ,ग़रीबी का कफ़न ओढ़े शहस्त्र मनुषयॉ को
फिर भी मेरी भावनायें मौन हैं, इतना कठोर
इतना कठोर हृदय पटल नही है मेरा
फिर क्यों सिर्फ़ खुद की तलाश मैं जिए जा रहा हूँ


क्यों नही करता मैं शंखनाद एक क्रांति का?
क्यों ढूँढ रहा हूँ मैं खुद के लिए प्रेम, आशक्ति?
कहीं दूर से आती मानवता की पुकार को क्यों अनसुना कर रहा हूँ मैं?
क्यों नही करता मैं दूसरों के अस्तित्व के लिए भी थोड़ी परिक्रमा?

जानता हूँ, तुच्छा हूँ मैं संसार के बनाए विशालकाया नियमों के सामने
किंतु,स्वयं की इक्चा-शक्ति पर भरोसा है मुझे
पुनर्निर्माण नही कर सकता,जानता हूँ,परिवर्तन तो ला सकता हूँ
अपनी आत्मा के नवीन सृजन की ऑर जा रहा हूँ.

Preface

Being motivated with a sense of expression and ever felt desire of jotting down my views, here I land up in the world of blogs...
My first words, My exeperience, some banal things which I know, do not matter for anybody else other than me...It wasnt a good day...I doubt I am a sadist , I start every gud thing on a bad day or may be an optimist monk who prays the Sun at dusk as he boasts as a harbinger of a better tomorrow....anyway, things are not going as i want them to(I know everyone of us has a same conundrum which cant be solved eternaly).... Bus journey has never been soporific to me.. cant get naps in the bus as have an acute motion sickness and every single minute in a bus journey passes by waiting eagerly for the end of the journey... but today, on the way back to home from office, the unexpected happened. I got into bus at 9:10 and was asleep by 9:15... 9:45 bus reached by stop and I got down of the bus with wizened eyes...It was so depressing... felt dejected.. don understand why.... It was a bad day at office so wat..it wasnt an exception, was stressed about career anticipations ..so what it wasnt an exception. anyway, reached home , crawling and cribbing.... here comes the time for introspection, done with evening ablutions, just hanged by the corner of the bed.... started pondering.. hw could I sleep today in bus?...Am I really tired, enervated.... but exhausted of what... Doing the things which I never wanted , cribbing about a career i never coveted...

its the time for incarnation.... its the time of desicion, its the time to evolve... plunged into the old wooden chair...writing these words, I promise , I shall write the last words with the darkest of the ink.... tomorrow will be a new start....
Signing off till next expression.....