Author: anilg

is tarah koi apna adhikar jamata nahin hai

kisee ki majboori ko kisee diwar ki tarah apni aankhon mein uthata nahin hai,

neenv mein kuchh pathar aur dalo to yaaro,

kisee boodhi imarat ko koi sirf nayee rahon par chalney ke liyey girata nahin hai

agar tumhey waham hai, to phir koi imtihan kyun na lo

koi kisee ko fail karney ke liyey, apne swalon mein painch yun lagata nahin hai

tumhey to yakeen hai ab isliyey. koi shikayat ab kyun karey

jiskey dil mein dard na ho, wo koi geet purana yuhin gungunata nahin hai

ma, once again you are quiet
in your own indomitable style,
you use silence as your strongest armour
may be this makes you feel powerful
but then do we sense power by dominating,
by suppressing,
or by masking what is inside
is that why
people pour their heart before you
and feel powerless

is that why you bless them
but i will not submit
i will not surrender
i will speak and demand explanation
for the words that you withheld
and did not utter
because you thought what i did was wrong
but then who does not do wrong,
what is so special in my mistakes
except that i keep renewing my scars by nurturing them
with your unforgiving attitude

be as you are
ma,  you are after all, all embracing
may be this is the way you bless me,
till I stop punishing myself, you will not speak

let me forgive myself first, only then will i come back
and seek your forgivance, is that right, now do not speak
let me go back a few steps

when resplendent were  the winds with aroma of yesterdays, 
when incense was burned whole night and day
in a clay pot at your feet, ma durga
but did you care about that, you wanted to taste
only the pudding cooked in the tears of a squeezed 
tired, night
how will you know ever, what does it mean
to rejoice the swellings on the lips
which dont speak a word
even when all that she hears is not worth listening to
but then she can not close her ears,
nor close eyes
but you ma durga, deaf and dumb, 
some times blind, you have many faces, many moods
after all, you have teased the time of its essence
the moments  are now devoid of any meaning

you have demanded the offerings of those meanings which
made her dance
SING AND MADE FUN OF YOU, 

YOU CAN NOT TAKE A BIT OF IRREVERENCE, WHY?

tum kamosh,

sunatey ho uski awaj

kabhi dheemi

aur kabhi bahut saaf

kah nahin patey ho, par suntey hain

samajhatey hain

aur mehsoos bhi kartey hain

ham,

tumhari jyada , lekin

uski bhi fikra nahin hai

kam,

kaisey wo samajh payega

jab badha hoga,

kya usney paya

kya khoya hoga

lekin yeh sab

bemani hai

ankhon mein aansu nahin,

wo kahega

pani hai,

aur sach bhi to hai, aakhir usko kyun

batayengey

ham,

subah ki roshni

mein kaisey chhupaya

hai har roj,

chhaya hai hridya mein jo

tam

uljhnao mein padi ho, kuchh anmayask khadi ho
na door ja paati ho, na hin peechhey mudi ho
jab thak jao, mujhey is asamnjas mein daltey huyey
to thoda hans dena, kya pata, judey mein tumharey
o amvasya ki kaali ghata, koi sitara purnima ka jadi ho

kuchh dhyan to rakha hota

jitni bhi thi galti meri,

thoda to socha hota

kya main kabhi kisee ki rah mein

koi kaantey  bota,

koi muhn pher kar,

mujhse is tarah rukhsat hota

aaj jab intzaar ki sila itna bada hai

to kisee ko kis tarah kehta,

yeh wo raat hai, jab koi nahin sota

meri tasweer par kisney aaj,

yeh raat ka kala rang pota

shayad ab kuch nahi  kehna

jisney bhi toda hai swapno ko

kaise man lu

uske dil mein koi dard nahi hota

aisa kyun ab lagney laga hai

kuchh jarurateyn tumhari ab kam honey lagi   hain

kisee ki yaad ab patjhad ki mani, mitti mein milney lagi hai

kyun ab kisee ke maathey par salvat nazar aati nahin

kyun kisee ka takleef tumari neend se tumhey ab uthati nahin

kahin aisa to nahin, kuchh khoney sa laga hai

uski chinta ke bina ab jeena  suhaney laga hai

when we fail, and cant stand up to own it

we start  looking for a reason

in season and out of season

will you also let me find one

if i tried hard

but do not

please do not let met find one

i must pursue the journey regardless

of how many times

i fail

dont come back

i am afraid of the showers

that often accompany

when we least expect them

and all the clothes i dry outside

get wet

so many times, i have tried to dry teh towel

undr fan

so that when you wipe your hairs you do not complain

but then this year, it has rained a lot

the moisture  has saturated the air

dont ask, why i am still thirsty

do not ask the washerman,

why did he spread the clothes on the street wire

why should he let every one see the externals

of those whose inners are empty

naked

and perhaps denuded of desires