प्रकृति और मैं

शाम की मध्म-2 रोशनी में,

फूल मुस्कुरा रहे है अंगान में,

इनके अनेक रंग है मेरी खुशी का सबब,

घण्टों मैं इनकी खूबसूरती निहारता रहता हूँ,

सोचता हूँ क्या यह है मुझसे बहुत अलग|

गर्मी में सूरज को कोसता रोज़ निकलता घर से,

अनेको पानी की बोतलें भी ना बुझा पाती थी प्यास,

पौधे भी मुरझाए से लगाए रहते थे मानसून की आस|

जब बरसात आयी,

छाए थे गगन पर घनघोर घटाए,

नयी कोमल कोमपलें झूमती थी बूँदों के सपर्श से,

बारिश में चप्पले पहने छप-2 करता था मैं दोस्तों के साथ|

सर्दी के वो दिन थे,

गायब थी शाकाएँ पौधों की,

आवाज़ वो पतों की सरसारहात की,

मैं भी टोपी-स्वेटर पहने,

बंद कमरे में भी चुपचाप रज़ाई तले दबा रहता|

आज मौसम सुहाना है,

खुश्बू है फूलों की हवाओं में,

ठहाको से दोस्तों संग माहौल खुशनुमा है|

बदलती हुई समय के साथ सबकी फ़ितरत देखकर,

सोचता हूँ क्या मैं हू प्रकृति से अलग!

एक मुलाकात

दिसंबर की जादुई सुबह,

गुम कर देती है चहरे की हॅसी,

ठिठक कर छोड़ देते है पते अपनी शाखाओं को,

उन्हे इंतज़ार है मौसम बदलने का,

और मुझे तुम्हारा|

मैं तुम्हारे घर के सामने खड़ा था,

सूरज मौसम की अल्हड़ शैतानियो से भिड़ा था,

सूरज से मेने पूछा,

जब हो तुम इतने शक्तिशाली,

क्यू मानते हो मौसम की मनमानी|

सूरज खिलखिला कर बोला,

करवट बदलता यह मौसम,

मुझे रोज़ आश्चर्यचकित कर जाता है,

इसकी यही मस्तमौला अदाए,

मकसद देती है रोज़ मुझे रात से टकराने का |

तभी मौसम नें भी करवट ली,

मुड़ा तो देखा,

स्वेटर में लिपटी तुम,

खुशियोन का पिटारा ला रही थी|

तुम्हारे जाते ही,

मौसम नें अंगड़ाई ली और मुझे पूछा,

क्यों ताकते रहे तुम उसकी राह कई घंटे,

मैं कुछ बोलू उससे से पहले ही,

मौसम और सूरज खिलखिलाए,

मैं भी मस्ती में झूमा,

फिर घर को ओर मुड़ गया|

I wish to live today again

May tomorrow never arrives,
Today is the day to embrace,
A day full of sorrows and pains,
Filled with vanity and vain,
Tomorrow may be bright - full of light,
Still, I wish to live today again,
Not for agony or pain but to be sane.

Banyan Tree

In a far-far away woods stood a lonely banyan tree,
Predators hovering all around,
The death and pain was the sound to be found,
Tree's days passed witnessing howls and shrieks.

One day there was a change,
No! nothing looked strange,
Still every one heard the change,
Who is it! Who is it! Was the chatter?
A bird sang sitting on top of the banyan tree.

Cuckoo’s voice was full of tranquility,
The banyan tree felt rejuvenated,
Tree praised her again and again,
The tree asked the bird to dwell,
Bird liked the idea and said very well!

The tree gave bird its best orifice,
Made sure that water and food was suffice,
Protected the bird in sleepy days and dark nights,
The bird sang songs heart fully.

As phases of moon the mood of bird started to get ruined,
Bird felt her free spirit caged,
One day bird left roost,
The tree felt pangs of sorrow and pain,
Tree's sap of life started to drain.

One day an old owl came to stay in roost,
Owl tried to do the morale boost,
Tree narrated its guilt, while waiting for wilt.

Owl asked the tree,
Did it felt sorry when the old leaves fly & die?
Did tree felt the pain when the old twigs fall?
Did leaving of branches ever caused the sorrow?

Tree thought and sought hard,
Things happen and time pass by,
Tree fathomed that the agony was bane.

With Closed Eyes

We fathom what eyes show,
Some smiling happy faces,
Wishes of good luck,
Each is construed to be true,
Still there lies a lot,
Beyond the periphery of sight,
Hidden under the skin,
Colored by their prejudice,
We believe what we wish to,
Letting reality get mangled we rejoice,
All faces and eyes can lie,
Truth is not only what can be seen,
It is what can be ascertained with closed eyes.

Car

Strong as steel,
Fast as a cheetah,
Obedient and trust worthy,
I am.

I was born to serve,
Fulfill wishes of my master,
I stand out under the burning sun,
Count the stars in moonless nights,
Always geared up to act on master’s command,
He thinks and I perform.

In dark nights and unknown trails,
My eyes shows him direction,
I keep him safe and warm,
I always understand his stimulus,
I love his way of caring me,
I am his beloved car.

Adieu poem

This poem I had written for my last day mail at CSC Noida. I have tried to summarize best parts of my CSC Noida's stay.

Stroke of destiny changed it all,
I was in a place not unknown,
In milieu of unknown faces I first felt lost,
After meeting you I enjoyed day’s a lot.
A stroll to Pancham’s tea stall started the day,
We munched the delicious double burst pizzas in lunch,
To shake off siesta we sprinted once more to Pancham’s tea stall,
Devoured humongous samosas, bread pakoras with cups of evening tea.
Exhibited the smart skills in ferocious battles of pocket tank,
Bugged few people and debugged the code,
In tension searched google with attention,
From here and there copy pasted the snippets of code,
Created the makeshift and jugadu reports.
You were my angels whenever I was struck,
I wish you good luck,
And hope next time we meet with smile.