Friday, November 16, 2012


                                                                  A ceaseless sway....

Rifling whirlwinds or the chuckling dictates
settled dawns  or the wandering twilights
on the ridges of memories,
on the footpaths of forbidden
You pass on ...You pass on…

Stories on the old stone walls
promises of the psalm
reckoned dreams, surprised pains
a moment to mourn ,a celebration to cherish

In between the black and white
In between the water and fire
In between the life and  death
You pass on ..You pass on…

Defiant pauses, courtyards of words
Reverberating faces, dialects of silence.
The buried regrets, the sprouted spirits
a moment to stay off, a celebration to count on.

Rifted roads or the smoky sunshines..
scattered streams or the concentrating concocts..
On the dusts of past
On the curtains of future
On the dwellings of present
You pass on ...You pass on...

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Inner rhythm of silence….

   Defiant echoes of thoughts fluttering in the wind of worship, drenched and crossed the seas of the senses..not following the vibrations of the words, but to listen the repercussions of silent rhythms. I Sat under that greenwood tree and tried to turn its merry note.
     But now it doesn’t speaks the roots of generations, but the acoustics of voices left-some familiar, some unknown, some retained ,while some already  departed!’. Past peeped behind that strong woody built and future flourishing footpaths on those hard branches.

My silence neither could hear the mumbling murmur of the past or could understand the future locust longing really for what?!!.Lost in grasping the gestures of peace and violence, the shades of black and white, the questions of true and false, the depths of beliefs and practice.

 The deep breath of institution of life exhibits the different phases of personalities. Some stepping up to touch the high sky, some striving to get back their origin and some playing pebbles on their grounds ,never bothering to understand the phonetics of neither the miseries nor the celebrations. The raw sand dusts beneath the tree now tell  their stories-pride and prejudice, poverty and prison, pray and prey…

     The dramatic illusions of storms around the tree imitates the successive scenes of all ages-past, present and future. The language is a crude medium of expression, words ,a crude medium of feelings, gestures ,a crude medium of understanding.

The silence captures the feelings beyond the world of words, and the inner rhythm revolving continuously beyond the silence intrude the reflections of those expressions and speaks the language.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Dreams, Desires and Destiny



     Dream,the deep incognizable root  of every hope ,an unknown secret to look forward a new pace.sometimes portends a strange story,sometimes the real dogma..sometimes exhorting exigence by reflecting the past mistakes,while sometimes drowning in a mysterious ocean by fantasizing the future perfection…
          We are always unaware of where this fairy tunnel called ‘Dream’  really end up us ..will it take to that destiny or turn out to a mere desire.Mr Kalam somewhere says that “Dream is not what you see in sleep,dream is which does not let you sleep”.Every dream  does not turn into to bounded desire,but every desire can turn into a dream..

       Sometimes the dream gets built on the conscious extreme desire for some possession, while sometimes unconsciously  nesting an unknown true love for something depending upon the way the person believes and  perceives life .The former will lead dream ending up as a desire,and the latter  as a destiny.
       If it was a desire for Mr Kalam to become a scientist,the only two possibilities were ‘may be’ and ‘may not be’.But it was a constant inward push towards a  strong unspecific ardor with no specific bounds made us fortune to see such a rare ‘Genius’!!.

       I am not trying to say that every unknown ,unspecific craze will take to the destiny.If that unknown love is true,then it will never die ,how hard the life tries to dislocate.At a certain point of time the exact insight explore into the conscience and that inner thirst  starts exhibiting itself in outer actions.

       In spite of any dismal failures,in midst of all disastrous tragedies ,constant languishing words by people,exhaustion of all past glory,infinite misleading questions ,a strange spirit holds the hand, forcing the soul to realize what it wants to be and drives with a strange vibrant energy to reach  that point of tunnel  where ultimately light makes its presence,the glacier of confusion starts melting..the point where that inner  volcano extrude,and  that unknown ,unspecific passion wakes up ,struggling with unimaginable  power  finally crowned at that place where it consistently dreamt to be.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Yeh honsla....

 One more song I admire with great lines

Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke
Manzil Muskil To Kya,
dhundla Sahil To Kya,
Tanha Ye Dil To Kya....

Raah Pe Kante Bikhre Agar,
Uspe To Phir Bhi Chalna Hi Hai,
Saam Chhupale Suraj Magar,
Raat Ko Ek Din Dhalana Hi Hai,

Rut Ye Tal Jayegi,
Himmat Rang Layegi,
Subha Phir Aayegi

Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke

Hogi Hame To Rehmat Ada,
Dhup Kategi Saaye Tale,
Apni Khuda Se Hai Ye Dua,
Manzil Lagale Humko Gale

Zurrat So Baar Rahe,
Uncha Ikraar Rahe,
Zinda Har Pyar Rahe

Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke 

Sunday, April 15, 2012


उड्ते रहें सदा उंचा मेरा तिरंगा 
बेहते चले प्यार ,शांती ,अभीमान का गंगा 
कण कण मे जगे प्रगती का आशा 
दिल दिल में  बसे    स्वतंत्रता का भाषा 

जले हर एक  मन में गर्व की दिया 
कभी न पड़े किसी आतंक की चाया
स्वाभिमान और न्याय बने देश की आस्था 
धर्म और सत्य बने सबकी रास्ता 

जागृत रहें हर साँस में प्रेम की क्रांति 
भगाये उच्च , नीच ,क्रोध ,लोभ की भ्रान्ति
एकता की मन्त्र  बने  देश की आवाज 
ऐसी नैतिक गणतंत्र ही  धैर्य -शौर्य की राज

जगाते रहे साक्षरता की ज्ञान 
झुकना न दे कभी माता की शान 
गूंजे सभी  सच्ची संविधान के तरंग
प्रेरित रहें हमेशा सर्व जय की उमंग

Friday, April 13, 2012

Sa Re Ma Pa Dha Sa..

The five svaras of Raag durga often inspires me.May be for this  reason I am posting composition in Durga again here..