Road of Separation

It's been while since it was just a weed
Too many seeds of different needs
All at same place where they didn't belong
Resuscitating, took lots of time to grow indeed

The dawn used to be dusty and dusk freaky
Restless air, making everything clueless and empty
Despite bad times, time changed gradually,
Meadow smelt muddy, flowers grown utterly, now scattered

I believed they will know each other, they didn't
Wanted to prove it wrong, smashingly and quiveringly
Tried waking up right then, supposed to be a dream, it wasn't
It was road of separation, hesitatingly I agreed

Someday soon I will sturdily supersede this creed
It's been while since it was just a weed..

From the Archive: Why should I blame?

I don't fit into the frame, Why should I blame?

When the drop of a river is smashed into the ocean
The magic of music breaks the cord, 
It becomes noisy and tortured
In the sleepless night and effortless day
The things are becoming senseless and so am I
Someday I will not be around,
but I know you will be fine

Why to take precautions, it's my nature,
Stay away from those people
I thought I was important part of them
Mistaken, where I wasn't taken
I was never trusted, but I accepted turned myself lame
Why should I blame

Seeding in spring, expecting the harvest
Was a debacle for the season I planted
It's all expectations though I don't expect
Becomes a perception with whom time you spend
Is this a judgement or just a stupidity?
Just let these things go away from life
and never let it come back again,
Now no more new game. Why should I blame
I want to stay silent and feel isolated
never make it happen again
Why should I blame!!!

No Hills, still Life becomes Still

Where there is no hills, still life becomes Still,
The drop from the sky is saying me "HI" where you have been,
I was always there under eternal heal you couldn't find,
Onto the zenith, releasing, even farther, unaware of my Will.

The Sun Uncovered

I was walking along the road, watching the Sun, looking like it has been wrapped up by wires, mobile towers, electricity poles, moving cars contaminating the environment, advertisement boards etc. Along with these the invisible signals were also trying to jam and kidnap the Sunlight to make it invisible and bring the dusk down rapidly. On the other hand, the Sun was however trying to expose itself will full strength in the form of different colours white, yellow and red, to disperse positive vibes among the people spreading enormous source of energy into the mind that was showing the appearance of morning mist. I think it's about creating a positive vibe within oneself, that is the source of Energy.

Eating Dates in Madhwapur

I am eating dates, it reminds me of Madhwapur.

At that season of rain, I opened the door, a greenish colored as of kadai. The house was made of mud and khapra, very high and very thick walls. It was a big hut sort of. The floor of the house was not made of tiles unlike these days, rather it was made up of mud. During rainy season there was water logged that used to create mud, just before the main door, greenish and kadai colored, that was the entrance of the house. There was stairs containing five steps to come out of the house. But I remember I never used those stairs while coming down. I used to bypass the stairs just by jumping from the main door. I used to run here and there time and again. I never put my slipper together while putting it off. I was probably of 4 or 5. The rain didn't stop for 8-10 days. The old people in the village used to say that there became some hole in the sky. But these things were not relevant to me. During those days sometimes it was raining like cats and dogs sometimes it was just drizzling. It was drizzling then. I jumped from that kadai colored door bypassing the stairs. I was in air and able to feel the drops in the drizzle that was touching my skin,  I was about to slip in the mud but controlled myself without any intention. I moved forward in the opposite direction of door, where there used to be a Date tree. The bottom of which was surrounded by small green grass. The green grass used to be a bit longer during rainy days. I eagerly used to search for the dates, a mix color of black and red, that used to be hidden in those grass along with the other kids.  Sometimes looked towards the top of the tree in the hope that I can catch some dates falling from the sky. A drizzle hit my eyeball slowly that made my eyeball closed and opened again abruptly three to four times. The drizzle that hit my face made me feel like I got everything I wanted but the dates. I am too far now from that door, eating dates. The taste I am feeling like I am in Madhwapur again. I feel like I am on that day only, younger... And even younger...

वो पहुँच गयी

विचारों की लेनदेन हो गयी थी बंद जब हो गया था एक वस्तु निराधार
अब लाने की बारी थी पर आलस्य कम न था और धुप की थी बौछार
जैसे तैसे जगी हिम्मत जब मिला एक किनारा, फिर हो चली थी तैयार
अगले दिन थी जो ख़ुशी का त्यौहार दो सालों बाद मिल रहा था परिवार |

पर अफ़सोस !!! नहीं कर सका उसका छोटा सा कार्य जो था अपरिहार्य
वो किनारा भी छुट गया था पर शायद उसे उम्मीद उसी से थी
पर वक़्त को तो आना ही था और आ ही गया पर सामने था दीवार
पाँव कट गए थे पर मुख पर मुस्कान जिम्मेवारी तो समझ रखा था |

कदम चल रहे थे बेचैनी बढ़ रहे थी छूटने के डर से कर रहे थे प्रयास
पर हुए नाकाम !!! उसके मन में थे आंसू, आँखों में आने को था बेक़रार
मजबूत हुआ करती थी पर अन्दर से टूट चकी थी कुछ सुन नहीं पा रही थी
वापस जा रही थी, जहाँ नहीं जाना चाहती थी, शायद मैं ही था गुनाहगार |

पर अचानक उपरवाले ने हमे दिखाया, हमारी करुण स्वर सुना, किया उद्धार
मार्ग मिल गया था उसे, अब पहुँचने को होगी, वो पहुँच गयी मिल गया परिवार |

उलझ चूका हूँ

जब भी मैं एकांत में होता हूँ, सोंचता हूँ मैं कौन हूँ
क्या हूँ , कहाँ था , क्या था , कहाँ हूँ और क्या हो गया हूँ
कहाँ से आया था कहाँ पे आ गया हूँ , उलझ चूका हूँ
जिंदगी मेरी किस मोड़ पे आ गयी है , कहाँ को जाएगी
पेड़ बहुत ऊँची हो गयी है मगर जड़ का कोई अस्तित्व नहीं है
घबरा गया हूँ कहीं वो फुनगी टुटके नीचे न गिर जाये
चोट लगेगी जब वो जमीं पे गिरेगा और फिर कौन जानता है
की कल हो के उठ पाए की नहीं, अब समझ चूका हूँ

क्या है मेरा लक्ष्य कहाँ है मेरी नाव कहाँ है उसका पतवार
सागर की किस मध्य में आ गया हूँ, जल का प्रवाह किस दिशा में है
किनारा कोसों दूर भी नहीं दिख रहा है फिर भी मैं बह रहा हूँ
बिना पतवार के , उसी जल के धार में, उसी दिशा में
मुझे किस मंजिल को पहुंचाएगी, क्या मुझे वहां कोई जानेगा
क्या कोई मुझे पहचानेगा , क्या कोई मुझे समझ पायेगा
सारी उम्मीदें मैं अब भूल गया हूँ , अब उलझ चूका हूँ

अब मैं थक गया हूँ अब सोना चाहता हूँ गहरी नींद में
मत उठाना मुझे कोई अब धरती के गोद में समाना चाहता हूँ
मगर फिर से उठूँगा मैं अपना अधुरा खाब को पूरा करने के लिए
अपना सपना को फिर से संवारने के लिए दोबारा आना चाहता हूँ
कुछ रिश्ते अधूरे रह गये हैं उनको पूरा करना चाहता हूँ
पता नहीं किस विश्वास से मैं ये कह रहा हूँ जैसे कुछ मेरे लिए कुछ लिखा गया हो
मैं अब जा रहा हूँ, और जा चूका हूँ , पूर्ण रूप से उलझ चूका हूँ
-------- पुष्प रंजन कर्ण