Coffee offered
to get a favour from me

Tasted bitter for many days

Always take you on the voyage
You never experienced before

I passed through the experience which I never went before

First I experienced how a person can see Him everywhere
In youngs playing in park,
In old going on a walk
In a friend's talk

In a young couple sitting on a bench
In old couple sitting for lunch
Ladies biting a food crunch

Second
How a person not get hurt
even if hurt again and again

Either I lost my senses or
I surrendered to my guru
Who is ready to take my test
whether I fail Or pass

He hit me hard from outside
But hold me not let me break inside

I naman my guru who is ready to lead my life

Came to knock the door
I mistook as misfortunes

Standing and waited to answer
No answer was given by me

I opened it to check
to sense the silence

It was still there
with the light in hand

To show me the way
Which I missed in my negligence

I hold the torch
to lead the life this time

Khushian spread in my way
nurtured by my sweat and
strong will

Now comforts I feel on the path full of thrones

As I also mastered the skill to change them into roses
for the welfare of others

Literate and illiterate both
can have wisdom equally
to change the world

Only a sincere wish is required to break the ceiling

Bare foot walk on
green grass with dew drops
left impressions there

Warmth of sunrays make them disappear

Cycle of life goes on

Create a poem
Best in your creations
Which takes me to my beloved standing on horizon

From there sending me vibrations to come near
Showing me His glimpses
and get disappear
Playing a game of hide and seek

The more I go towards Him
More it seems move away

His reflections call me again and again

Now I am sitting here on the bench of time
Sent my vibrations to Him
I am tired and thirsty
You come if you love me
Otherwise
Let me sit here till infinity
I will wait for you

You are standing on horizon
where past and future meet

I present don't find space to enter
As most of time
either you kept researching past
OR
You take flight in future

I present remain unattended in those domains

Was bitten by a *****

who in curosity went near her when she was feeding her pups

It was screaming loudly
It was bleeding profusely

In pain and fear
It hid itself in drain
Iron grill was removed to take it out

I and my friend
rushed to veterinary hospital which was eight km away

In car his painful whining
disturbing my mind
Blood was dripping on the floor of car
Mat was full of blood
Filled the car with coppery smell

His screams were making me sad
On the way we stuck in zam
It seems me as if roads were stretched

Somehow we reached the hospital
Timings on board
9.00 am to 3 pm
Still 20 min. were left
No emergency for animals
As if they don't get hurt and pain

I noticed
A house of resident vet. doctor
But it was locked
Suddenly a car zoomed in front of  house
I sensed it might be vet. doc.

I approached him to start treatment

He said in hurriedly
"Sorry mam
I am on leave today
I drove so fast to reach from
Himachal Pradesh
My children are getting late
for school"

He left the place
with the pup
which was bleeding
and getting unconscious
in our hands

Your poems

Pen will speak
Paper will absorbs
all your emotions
You get free for new expedition

One day
An explorer of the same path
Will find your poem
Connect with it to get relax
Yes, I am not alone
There was someone
Who went on same track
to explore the same phase of life
Met with the same situation
and get same repercussions
Yes, I am not alone

I am enjoying
the single parenting of
a 91 years old father
to his 58 years old son

Which I missed for my children.

The moment you come across your diary
You cannot resist to take off your journey
by opening it's pages

For every write
Mind starts taking flight
to the time frame
When and why those notes
were written

For some you appreciate with love, joy and smile
For some you are sad and get in tears

You can easily find the change in you then and now
However old is your diary
After completing your journey
You caress with soft hands
Keep again safely at a place
Where no one can hack

"I am very lucky
My father is with me
even when I am retired"

I said
"You are very lucky
Not because he is with you
Because he still believes in you"

ये जोड़ी भी अजब गजब है
आजकल पिता जी कई बार डांट लगाते हैं
मोबाइल हाथ में देख घुड़की लगाते हैं
सुनना तो कम हो गया
दिखना भी कम हो जाएगा
ये नालायक समझ नहीं पाएगा।

कुछ देर बाद ही
खाने को पकड़ाते हैं
फिर दोनों चाय की चुस्कियों पर
दुनिया भर की राजनीति पर गरमाते हैं
किस देश में क्या हलचल है इनको सब खबर है।

कभी एक पल उलझते हैं
तो दूसरे पल सुलझते हैं
एक दूसरे के हमदर्द बनें रहते हैं।

इन सब में एक बात सुकून भरी है
दोनों डांट और नाराजगी के पीछे
छिपे सद्भाव को समझते हैं।

Bag pack to carry a cat
I saw in vet hospital
Cat was looking through it
Saying proudly to me
See my lover packed me
Carrying every where on his
back
Asking me a question
In little confusion
Who is lucky?
I am
Or
The one who is running after a squirrel in the front
park

On handle of each door
Lock and key is hanged
It's you
How do you use

At night
I put my poem in the oven of HP to bake

In the morning I checked

It was ready and crispy
to trend

Fog in life
Chilled air to freeze you to bite
Move step by step
wear warm coat of silence
Just wait and watch
Roads will be more clear

Aroused a strom in the heart of God
Flows his healing powers
In the eyes of your angel
Which flows like miracles
to keep you alive

Keep me on toes
Make me alert or else
I sleep in my comforts

On my way
Back to home
In front of GMCH-32 CHD
In the middle of road
An old man
With bend back
Stick in hand

Trying to stop the vehicle
Passing by
Few ignored
Few took a cut from his side
His hands were shaking
His dressing sense
tells belongs to a good family

I stopped my car and asked
"Do you need any help? "
I had a close look on his stick
An ID card in safety pin
was tied with the handle of stick
Took my car on road side
He said
"Today is fourth Saturday
Eye OPD is closed
Now I forget my way"

Checked his ID card
Made him sit in the car
He felt safe and relaxed
Things were becoming more clear to him

He started navigating
On the way he shared
few life experiences
Blessed us
Number of times in many ways

On reaching his place
He offered a cup of tea
But I thanked him
by saying
"Next time sir"

I was feeling satisfaction
by taking him to his destination

Prayed to God
"Hold my hand
Leave me at destination
Of your choice"
Although I had question in my mind
Whether HIS choice match with my choice?

Days I am unable to look inside
Something pulls me out
I want to go inside to talk to me
To check what wrong is going on

To regulate the scattered thoughts

To streamline pile up work
But something pulls me out

Shows me the fear of work will get left out
I come out to complete the unending work of this world

Neither work get complete
nor I get the inner peace.

This cycle goes on
I sometime call HIM to break this circle
And pull me to embrace
Embrace me as I am

Soul is the mirror
Which shows me every particle of dirt on the face of my mind
Sometimes I ignore
But could not ignore for long

Then with the good deeds of face wash
I try to remove the dirt of those thoughts which makes it dark

On weekends I give services
to God like father
With face cream of his blessings I try to make face of  my mind glow.

With scent of his smile
I carry the fragrance to offer
in the feet  of my prabhu.

Two lines
One you, one me
Go parallel
To reach safe in destination of life

Fog outside

Pollution inside

Make a dangerous combination of smog in mind

Again today I got a msg
Two times in last few days
I get afraid to see red dot
on the inbox of HP

First time I opened
As it asked a question
As I clicked
It displayed a pornographic
content
Which I immediately closed
and blocked it as I thought
But again the box is red
I get an alarm
Might be the same with
Sgg name
It really surprised me
It filled me with anguish and disheartened

We all are here
Well educated
Try to present our emotions in nice way
Many questions araised in mind

Is it a member of HP?

Is it an outsider in disguise of member?

Is it a virus in phone?

Whatever is the reason
Try to sought out the problem

Still the msg from Sgg
Is hanging on the box.

I am rhythm of broken heart
Which creeps at every step of hers
Which is like the broken sounds of  music instrument
Hanging on the wall of my heart

I hear the sounds of her cry
Which my mind send back
to her again with the more frequency

Neither I can get free nor she wants to stop sending the vibrations of those pains
Which raised due to the
broken bond between us

We still are unfinished
song of broken love
Not going to complete in this world

People around us made it more difficult music of my
unfinished life

माँ की याद आ रही है
फोन पर भी ठीक से बात नहीं हो रही है
उनकी सुनने की क्षमता भी कम हो रही है
कभी फोन जबाब दे जाता है
जो वो बदलना नहीं चाहतीं है
आज माँ की रह रह कर याद आ रही है।

भोजन को प्यार से परोसना और फिर खाते देख गर्वित महसूस करना
ये शायद माँ के हिस्से की कहानी है
प्यार और स्वाद की रवानगी है

सासु माँ भी गुजरी कहानी है
जो मेरे आस्तिव के गौरव की जबानी है
अब मुहल्ले में फेरी वाले की गठरी खुलवा कोई सूट पसंद नहीं करवाता
हाथों में मेंहदी लगवाने की मनुहार नहीं करता

आज मीठा बनाना ही है
आवाज नहीं आती
आज इस  माँ की भी याद आ रही है

हर माँ के रगं निराले हैं
बच्चों के सतरगीं सपनों का संसार बुनती है
उसके सुख दुःख में जीवन भर चढ़ती और उतरती है

इस उतार चढ़ाव में अचानक से बूढ़ी हो जाती है
फिर भी उनके सपनों के पूरा होने की बाट जोहती है
माँ माँ ही होती है।

जब तक बच्चों को समझ आती है
माँ दूर हो जाती है
उसकी परछाई पकड़ कर दुलारने की कोशिश व्यर्थ हो जाती है

माँ भगवान् की सुदंर कृतियों में से एक है
हर माँ को मेरा कोटि कोटि नमन है।

बच्चे बहुत प्यारे होते हैं
खेल खेल में दिनचर्या दोहरा रहे होते हैं।

कभी गिरते हैं तो
माँ के  आंचल की गर्माहट ले फिसल जाते हैं।

कभी लड़ते झगड़ते हैं
तो दूसरे ही पल
दोस्तों से जा मिलते हैं
अपनी मुस्कुराहटों से हर पल निखरते हैं।
जीवन दर्शन के दर्शन इनके दर्शन में
झलकतें हैं

इनके बचपन के साथ हम  भी निरंतर संवरते हैं।

I was on round in school
to check the activities of the  annual function to run smoothly

On the way I found a boy of class three
Who dropped himself on the ground
Took three, four rolls

I surprised and asked loudly
"Hey what are you doing?

See you have spoiled all your uniform
Your face too is painted with dusty earth
I am unable to recognize you"

He stood straight and answered innocently

"Mam I am practicing the roll of terrorist in play
I am protecting myself from Indian Army "

I hold the hand and sent him to clean his face

I was amused by the sincerity of the child by which he played his roll.

When I arrived at home
from my work place
My hubby was sad
"What had happened? "

I lost my spectacles since morning
Neither I could read newspaper nor I could write poetry

"Don't worry I will find"
tried to console
I checked all pockets of his shirt and pant

I looked in almirah
I looked in fridge
I searched in washroom
I checked in kitchen

All in vain
I gave a pause

"If I find your specs
You will make a cup of tea for me  which he never"

Again I searched
under bed
on bed
I unfolded  the blanket
Which he used at night
It dropped from there

He picked up and smiled at me
                   AND
       I WON A CUP OF TEA

Told me
"These days I don't get
Love and likes"
I asked
"Do you send love and likes?

You will get if you will click
on love and likes for them"

One online msg of challan
Created a hot wave at home
Son was happy
It was not his
He caught his sister
for a challan of rupees thousand
A friend of her was sitting
without helmet behind her

Husband started giving
instructions very loudly
Buy two helmets
Each of you if you had to carry someone with you

They replied annoyingly
Not very practical dad
Who will keep, where to keep
Two helmets together

Son again replied
Chill dad
Not very big issue
It could happen to anyone
after all friends are friends
'ma will pay for it'
Hubby looked furious at me

I tried to calm everyone

Sent my daughter to her room to finish her charts
which she had to prepare for her teaching

Told my son
"You go for bathing
Geyser is showing red
You need not to be happy
If it is not your challan
this time"

"Everyone please
leave this room
It is time for my kids of tution"
Hubby left the room by saying
"Traffic rules are rules
to be followed religiously"

Everyone took dispersal
on my appeal for children

Pain is shadow of love
When one grows more
Other grows less

Love and pain are inversely
proportional to each other

Market is full of festive activities
It is decorated with strings of lights
Artificial flowers are hanging at doorstep of each shop
Big and attractive sale and offer boards are displayed

Jewellers are too kind giving offer buy one get one free on each purchase of diamond ring

Crowds of women on the jewellers as honeybees around their queen

Eateries are swarmed by women and children
Feels whole city is hungry
and no food is left at home

I bought my new glasses
To see every act of this world clearly
But every year it becomes more hazy
I turned back to home
To keep my pocket and health safe

The window of train
Outside pouring rain
Pitter patter rain drops sound
Make me look around

A woman labourer
hitting  hammer on the rocks to make them small

All pebbles to lay down
between the tracks of rail

To make en route for the life of train
Thousands of people run for their bun or fun

Her child is playing on the track
Unaware of any danger
Running from one track to other

Train is coming with high speed and sound
Child looks afraid
Which makes my fingers crossed
Run towards his mother
Hide in her lap
Which is his lab

Child is playing in danger
Fighting with fear and pain as he fell on track

His childhood is facing the danger in and out

To be too good
Too goodness make you too sweet
Too much sweet in body
make you sick
Unfit to do too much work

Too much sweetness in life
attract many unkind people

Attract you to use for their
own welfare
Use you as ladder to raise and forget
Not only use but kick the ladder to make 'it' fall.

तुम्हारे सूरज की किरणें
प्रेम की बूदों से गुथी
मन की चादर पर
इद्रंधनुष के रंग बिखेरती
मन को उल्लासित कर
आह्लादित कर
जीवन की झलक दिखलाती हैं।

तुम्हारे सूरज की किरणें
मन की धरा पर पड़ी बर्फ को पिघला
नवजीवन उत्सर्जित कर
हृदय की तंरगों को तरंगित कर
नए स्वरों को निर्मित कर
जीवन के गीत सुनाती हैं।

छुट्टी का दिन है
स्कूल आज बंद है।

उस नन्हें पिल्लै को दूध कौन पिलाएगा
दिन भर बच्चे उसे प्यार दिखाते हैं
अपने टिफिन से रोटी और कभी कभी
चाकलेट भी खिलाते हैं।

क्या उसकी माँ बंद गेट देख चली तो ना
जाएगी?
या फिर इधर उधर से अदंर आने की जुगत लगाएगी

आज स्कूल बंद है
वह अकेला भाई को भी ढूंढ रहा होगा
जो कल ही चल बसा
या तो वाहन का शिकार हुआ
या किसी अपने ही जाति का शिकार बना।

आज वह भूख के लिए भोजन और
खेलने के लिए भाई ढूंढ रहा होगा।

I sat in front of my Prabhu

Asking for the answers of questions left unsolved

I saw a smile in his eyes

Three girls of same age group were sitting in front of me

One of them tall and fair sitting in the middle looked just once at me
And started laughing
Tried very hard to stop
Not to laugh
Kept her hand and pressed her mouth
But could not stop

The other two girls from left and right looked at her
Now all were laughing together
Whole room filled with their laughter
Made the moments filled with joy
When I asked why are you laughing?
They felt embarassed
As they don't have any apparent reason

I too enjoyed and hold the moment in me
It was also laughing seizure for me
I too could not stop laughing

पास रोटी, कपड़ा और मकान है

वे कविताएँ लिखने और पढ़ने में मशगूल हैं।

उन्हें कहाँ फुर्सत है जिनके हाथ मिट्टी से सने हैं।

टिक टिक
करती एक अर्न्तध्वनि
सुना रही है
एक अतृप्त प्यास बुला रही है।

दीपक की भातिं कुछ जल रहा है
जिसकी महक मन को खींच रही है।

सब कुछ तो ठीक है
फिर क्या ठीक नहीं है
जो असंतुष्टि की सीमा पर खींच रही है।

जीवन की मोमबत्ती जल रही है
समय पिघल रहा है
मन असंतोष में जल रहा है।

कुछ तो छूट रहा है
कहीं मन की गहरी छाप तो नहीं दिख रही
कहीं अनंत यात्रा के पदचिह्न तो नहीं दिख रहे।

कहीं अनंत नाद की प्रतिध्वनि तो प्रश्नचिह्न
नहीं खड़ा कर रही।

Alone
Watching me
Writing a thought
going deep inside me
To find any thing to bring a spark in me
To find all answers of piled up questions
To stirr me hard to pull up
the sleeping part
To say something to me
to show me path
To search my whole
To search my soul

Every appreciation
Fell on desert heart land
No sensation
No spark
Feels like a hook to hang

Watching
Every one is running
On the treadmill of the world

Attending
Welcoming like or not
All sagas coming
In the function of my life.

To write
"Writing is just a waste of time
When no one reads and appreciate
Why to write
I already spent number of years in just spoiling my paper and pen
"
So many time I heard from him
I tried to motivate
Write for yourself
Why you need appreciation
What if books which are published not well circulated
You will at least get satisfaction after writing
You will get a good outlet for your emotions
Specifically for you who is more introvert
You don't have many friends to talk
So write to talk with everyone on chart of your heart
It will relax you
It will give you an aim
It will set a target for you
Or else you will **** your time with social media to see up and down
Many years he didn't picked paper and pen to give a piece of write
Then I started to write when my teacher once my student motivated
I wrote and showed him
the loves and likes
Not much as I am not very good writer
But it helped him to break his ice
These days he is taking interest by reviving his old written pieces
Finding from here and there
Which I and his father kept in hope
One day he may come out of his cocoon.
Our efforts of keeping his manuscripts are bringing colours in his life.

You are right at your place
When you passed through a tough life
When you are tested at every step
Then very difficult to say
Who is right
Who is wrong

Sometimes you see yourself
Standing on other side for a good cause
Then neither your mind not your brain get align
to declare
What is wrong
What is right

Sometimes
You reach at a place of time line
Might be decided by God or by us
When you put yourself on one side
May be right
May be wrong
Such a thin timeline

Which always keeps you in doubt
And make you think
Was that right or
Was that wrong
But
Life goes on
Life moves on

One thing is sure
You get emotional every time
When reflect those times

It was an adjustment period

I told students to do homework of other subjects given

One child replied it is homework can be done at home only

Better you take us for play

It made me speechless

I am watching a honey bee
Entering hearts of flowers
Searching for a heart which can offer her love  honey.