Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Hera Panchami

Karti hun aajbhi aapki pooja
Mere paramparawali 
manas tasvir me.
Sare Guru jahan ek bankar
Ramte hai Gurumanascharit me.

Kisiko pyara karan laga tha
kisiko vajah thi pyari
Hame thi shruti gyan
ki iccha ; Gurusahcharya
thi pyari.

Is jeevan jaisa
guruka aana
bhi bhulsi thi ek kraam.
Gyan se pehle
guru aa khade
Dikhe woh drasta param.

Fir bheja drishya taraf woh
salon hue the paar,
Drashta ke aage drishya
feeka lage,
kahan woh sur; kahan woh pyar!!

Ekbaar jo pehn lia
galtise heera kohinoor.
Fir na dekh saake kisime
woh heera woh noor.

Sabne kahan kohinoor ko bhi rehta
aaisa hath ki talash
Jo hath le aaye seva ki mewa
mewa se kharide pyar.
Seva ki ginti Mewa ki ginti
ginat ginat jaye prem.
Kohinoor bhi seesha lage
jab aaya satya ka khem.
Seeshmahal me us seeshe ka
bane hue darwaja
chur chur hue ; angaar paani
khoon katra si taaza.

Nikl rahi thi seeshmahal se
chabuk maara darbaari.
Pairon me chhubha seeshe ke tukde,
royi main baari baari.

Khoon me latpat kadam khichkar
pahucha aapni gaav,
Dilbhi jakham thi lagi hazaro
kohinoori-ghaav.
Churchur ek seeshe me jab
dekhi aapni noor,
Haskar koi kaanme bola
Tuhi divya kohinoor.

Lauta khushise bandkar jholi
bhar seesheki chuur..
Dekha aake seeshmahal me
Khade haas rahe the hazoor..
Phool bane the har tukda
toran bane the dvar,
Seeshmahal thi puspmahal or
mera thi daarvaar.
Mainhi thi raja mainhi raani
mainhi bani darvaari..
phool se bane chabuk thi aab
dhare to prem tarvari...

Daudkar gayi karne unka
chupchup jee-hazoori
Puspa se bhara jholi thamayi
hui thi iccha poori.
Mukut bane the
hathme basoori
Sargam bane the sur..
Mann parijat se kia poojan
darshan divya-kohinoor.

















Monday, 17 February 2014

Saaya...The Shadow

जिंदगी के पल कभी कभी सपना लगता है ,
पहचाने हुए चेहरेसे भी साया ज्यादह अपना लगता है ||
इत्तेफ़ाक़ कहूं या मान लूँ कहीं भ्रम इसे ,
सपनोंसे गहरा वोह सपना जो सच्चा लगता है ||
ठहरता हुआ पल में मन ठहर गया जैसे ,
कहा अब चल तो चलनेसे इंकार कर दिआ तभी ,
कहा तू जा और मैं यहाँ रुक जायुं जरा ,
बस आब ये ठहरना अब  हमें अच्छा लगता है ||

विजया

Friday, 24 January 2014

A POST WITHOUT TITLE

A question why i am like this ?
A restlessness to find a reasonable purpose of being here.
A quiry about why the experience varies ?
A sphere made of timelessness bound by time.
A conciousness,One, with varieties of expressions..
A mirror holding reflection of me which is not mine..
A limit once fixed n crossed,
A hypothesis rejected...

Why the sciptures seems so tasteless now ?
Why the words, the world run after has no meaning?
Why position is refused..
Why the directed path couldnot be walked at ease ?
What unique this being is..

Questions are to be answered.
Thay could be asked frm thy self alone.
Amidst of noice Being in stillness..
Now time finally has shaken that
house of being.
Let the Mind gulp the mind,
Let them both be vanished as a whole into the hole of emptiness.