Author: anilg

jangal mein ghar bananey ka khyal
to kai baar merey man mein bhi aaya hai
lekjin haar bar
apna janglipan
jangal ke niyamo ke layak
nahin man paya
laga bahut kuchh seekh gaya hun,
shaharon mein rah kar
jahan yadon ko deewaron par to taang saktey hai
par unka jangal nahin uga saktey

ab mein apni yadon ke beej lekar nikal pada hun
kahin padti jamin mein hi sahi,
bo aunga
tum bhi dhyan dena
agar ho sakaey to do boond paani daal
dena
waisey mere paas aansu to bahut hain
lekin jab bhi mainey yadon ko unse seencha hai
wo kuchh bad kar phir murjha si jaati hain, lagta hai
khara pan unhey raas nahin aata
ab main ansuaon ko meetha kaisey banaun

har roj ek kavita likhney ka wayada kiya tha,
ab nibhatey nibhatey aadat si ho gayi hai, saath
wo chalti hi kaha hai
koi rubai
koi gazal
ya phir koi muktak
sabhi to apni apni dishaon mein ugatey hai
kisko samjhaun
ek hi bagiya mein khilney ke liyey
koi nahin manta
mainey kab kisee ki baat mani hai
hamesha kaha, dard hi sach hai,
baaki sab kuchh bemani hai

you may not know

whether you could call

any time,.

but then you did and found,

the same readiness to engage with life

which had created the doubt in the first place

now, blame it on the smiles that i have always carried

with me to mask

my inner pains

or on my willingness to walk

a few extra steps whenever

some body seems to carry my burdens a bit afar

but then i am not willing to be drenched

in rain of sufficiency again

a traveler in desert does

not learn to quench his thirst too often

suddenly the rainbow vanished

sky brightened

and clouds were hesitant

moist breeze indicated that it might rain

but it did not

strong breeze carried clouds away

and the shadows also disappeared,

i could now walk

lekin sach mein kaha jayey
to chot kabhi koi doosara nahin pahunchata,
wo to ham swayama hi apney aap ko pahuchanetey hai

dil ko lagatey hai
aur phir saara hisaab kitaab seemaon ka bhool jaatey hain
aur jab wahi seemayen aadey aati hai
to phir chot laganey ka ilzaam
un par lagatey hai

whenever i wrote a poem, u asked me, was it for you
and i did not know what to say,
was it for only you
and i said mostly
but the truth is poem can never be only for one person, no matter what we think
how hard we try
it looses its target
once it starts acquiring meanings beyond
that moment when it is triggered almost always
by a single
memory

samvedana se sampreshan

sambhav to hoga

par kya uski sacchai ka sukh

kisee ney hai aaj tak bhoga

aao , tum aao

barish mein bheego,

sneha bahrey geet gao, aao, tum aao

kuchh na socho

kuchh na dekho, jindagi ki rah mein

bas badatey hi jao, aao tum aao, sneha bharey geet gao,

tuum bas aao

come back o bird, come back
the rains have made the gardens green
the rivers are in spate
but still not beyond the seems
you will find myenahs waiting to chirp
when you come
and the a little brown cat will mew
when she will find you fresh
do not hesitate, and keep walking
on the path you have chosen
and have found enchanting
who knows what will lie in store
the bruises of past will heal, i am sure
smile and wink and jump a few times
when you achieve what you want
regardless of the storms, dust and
the jabs of indifference galore