"EK NAUKA THI"

POEM : "EK NAUKA THI"

   We have dreams! We have      ambitions! We have desires!!

   What it takes to fulfill them?

   What if they find no place?

   What if they are shattered like a glass?

Just a poem, may be a thought! To discover what it takes to destroy a dream? To kill our ambitions? To kill our soul!!!

Ek Nauka
Thi

Ek Kashti chotti si meri, Sapno ki Lehro pe chali thi!

Hawaon se Takraati, Ghabraati, vo meri Nauka nikli thi!

Samandar ki gehraiyon se anjaan, ghurti un parindo ko!

Aur pankh faila kar safar pe nikli, kaat gulami ke fando ko!

Ha vo chotti si, meri kalpana vo meri kashti thi!!!

Suraj ki kirne daud lagati, Choone meri kashti ko,

Baadal me se boonde tapki, dekh k meri kashti ko!!

Aur kucch GEET hai in Lehro k, jo behte behte sunta hu!!

Jal chalak pada ab kashti me, kismet khud ki khud chunta hu!!

Par vo chotti si, meri kalpana vo meri hi kashti thi!!

Barish nahi ye aansu Tapke, Aasman kuch kehta hai!

Hawa nahi ab Aandhi chali hai, Paani itna gehra hai!!

Har disha me maut khadi hai, akela khud ko paya hai,

Kashti meri ruth gai ab,  Waqt toofan ko laya haii!!

Akeli aur sunsaan kalpana vo kashti ab meri thi!!

Umeede ki sarhad par vo, chupchaap khadi ek Nauka thi!!

Tutt gaya har Purja uska, dubb gaya har mauka bhi!!

Aansu ghul gaye Saagar k jal main, nauka dubi us uljhan main!

Kaha se laau duji nauka, kaha se laau duzze Sapne!!

Sirf ek kalpana, vo chotti si, kya vo meri kashti thi??

Written By -  

ASHUTOSH   MISHRA

KHILLAUNO SE KHELTA BACHHA

KHILLAUNO SE KHELTA BACHHA

"An old man lives in a house and he is alone. His wife died a couple of years ago. He wants to meet his grandson but his son ignores his letters. Old man is very ill and he know he is about to die. The loneliness and isolation becomes the part of his life but he still has hope that he will meet his grandson. He has a letter of his son which says that his grandson is doing well in school and some foolish reasons that why they can't meet him."

The poem depicts his thoughts and feelings and I want you to read it keeping the views of old man in mind.

Hope you like it!!

Poem :  KHILLAUNO SE KHELTA BACHHA

Mai gaur nahi karta chotti aahatto pe, zindagi me pehle hi itna shor hai!

Dastak kyu nahi hoti in darwaazo pe, sirf hawao ka hi kyu shor haii!

Khat hath me leke usee so baar pad chukka hu, yad ho chukka hai har akhshar uska!

Ek tasvir tak nahi hai ghar me kahi uski, ki use dekh kar hi kuch pal guzaar loo.

Mitti jam chuki hai aaiyene pe, dhul lag chuki hai un haseen yaado pe.

Maut sach ban kar saamne khadi hai, par dil abhi bhi intezar karna chahta hai.

Chahta hai ki vo khelta hua aaye, god me mere kuch pal bitaaye,

Nazre kaid kar le us ka hansta hua chehra, Jo marte dam tak jeene ka sahara ban jaaye.

Par aaj bhi gaadiyon ki aawaj nahi hai, aaj bhi hawaao me uska ehsaas nahi hai.

Akelepan ki zindagi jee chukka hu, jee raha hu aur ye safar abhi tak zaari hai!

Umeedo k sirhaane kab tak karwate badloo, ye raat bhi kitni gehri hai!

Ha subah bhi hone waali hai, par ab saans lene ki himaat nahi hai.

Aankhe band ho rahi hai ab aur shayad khulegi bhi nahi kabhi,

Maut kaafi nazdeek hai ki bus kisi bhi pal aagosh me le legi muze!

Muze dikhna laga hai kuch azeeb sa, koi to hai waha!

Ek pyara sa chotta sa bacha, akela betha ro raha hai!

Veh khilonno se khel raha hai aur ghur raha hai muze,

Aanand bhare ye pal aakhiri pal hai aur me khoosh hu.

Par ab ye khooshi baantu bhi to kis se, to me bhi hans deta hu.

Aur mera aks ab muze muzse dur jaata hua dikh raha hai,

Haa ab vo ja chukka hai bus bachhe ki kilkaari kaano me gunj rahi hai!

-Ashutosh Mishra

Aazadi!!!

Aazadi!!!

Sir pe ek chhat milli hai, dil me roshni bhi milli hai,

Is mitti ki keemat milli hai, or ek aawaz milli hai,

Saans lene ki izzazat maange ki jarurat nahi,

Adhikaar in hawao pea ab hume bhi mille hai.

Sir utha k chalne ki himmat bhi milli h,

Sehmi hui nahi, ek khuli muskurahat bhi milli hai

Baarish ki bundo me bhigne ki khushi milli hai,

Khud ki zindagi, khud ke tarikko se jeene ki izzazat milli hai.

Bahut se kurbaaniya de kar, un logo ne is desh ko bachaya tha,

Bahut sa khoon bahakar, angrezi Sarkar ko giraya tha,

Bahut sa saahas dikhakar, khud ka gantantra banaya tha,

Un logo ne is ghulam desh ko aazad desh kehlavaya tha.

Par kya hum usse aazad rakh paaye?

Kya unki kurbaaniyo ki kimaat hum chukka paaye?

Jo sapna unohne dekha tha, vo pura kar paaye?

Shayad nahi!!!

Kyu humne un logo k sapno ko bhula diya?

Kyu humne bhrastachar ko gale se laga liya?

Kyu humne jurm ko ek rasta dikha diya?

Kyu humne aazadi ko ek Mazak sa bana diya?

Aaj bhi bahut se log hai jo bhuke hi so jaate hai,

Sadak k ek kinaare pe raat bitaate hai,

Hath me dhhero degree leke, naukri ki talaash me jaate hai.

Or kuch apni aadhi zindagi court me bitate hai.

Kya waakai aapko lagta h ki desh aazad hua hai,

Kya sach me hum ek mukaam pe pahuche hai,

Sach to yeh h ki abhi bahut andhera h raaho me,

Par shayad ek sachi umeed ki kiran bhi kaafi hogi.

-Ashutosh

Beauty And The Beast

                                Beauty and the Beast!!!

I realized it was too late for home but as I am still a bachelor, no one can literally bound me in their time limits. I have celebrated around 26 birthdays and now I have started to bring the money bundles so everyone is kinda happy with me (More with my salary).

So it was 25^th December when I saw her first and a message blinked in my heart saying “Marriage Time.”

“Yeah, I am 26, well educated. Doing good in business. Have a car too. I guess I look good.”

But these qualifications don't matter when you are planning to throw a proposal to a girl- a beautiful girl.

She was standing with her friends and was talking very loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. She was happy. I and my friends started guessing her name.

“Preeti….Ankita….Shefali….Kritika….Hrishita….Neharika….”

I wanted to approach her and with all confidence I wanted to tell her that I wanted to marry her. But I knew it doesn't work this way.

She said ‘good-bye’ to her friends and sat on her scooter. She was driving it very slowly following all the traffic rules that we used to break shamelessly. I decided to follow her. My friends decided to accompany me.

She was driving very carefully. I was feeling strange as the fact that I am chasing a girl whom I never met before, was slightly innovative for a guy like me. I mean i never tried anything like this in school or even college. It was like some magnetic force which was attracting me towards her.

She stopped in front of a medical store and purchased some medicines, we were watching her from a good distance. While going out of the store, she accidentally dropped her cubicle box. I took it and kept it in my pocket. We again started to follow her. I was enjoying the moments and it was like a dream in which I am on a horse and chasing my princess. It was all unnatural and weird.

She again stopped her scooter in front of an old building and entered quickly. I couldn't guess why she went inside the building or what she wanted but suddenly I felt that I should not chase her like this. The guilt conquered me in seconds and I decided to leave the place and to completely rely on faith to match our destinies.

I left the place with my friends.

I reached home and ate something that I don’t remember. I watched T.V for some time, taught my brother a few concepts of physics and then slept.

I dreamed her that night. She was looking beautiful in her white wedding dress. She was standing still like a doll and she said nothing. Her expression suddenly changed and she looked terrified. I saw some people in black dress and wearing a mask over their faces, approaching her. She was scared. She yelled.

I heard that cry and I woke up.

It was a fine morning, sun rays piercing my eyes and then that momentarily blindness. I grabbed the newspaper from my bother. I couldn't believe what I saw. I rubbed my eyes twice.

I saw her photo in the newspaper. Same face which I saw in my dream, I was so surprised. I ran in the house like a mad dog to search my specks, my mother started yelling at me.

I couldn't find my specks, so I told my brother to read the news. I was continuously searching for my specks while thinking of all the possible news.

May be she has topped some exam or won some election. May be she got any award for literature, may be poetry. I think she won some competition in dancing or singing. It can be a beauty contest too. Oh god! Where the hell are my specks!!

My brother read that news aloud and I paused for a few seconds to hear it clearly.

‘26^th Dec

 Jaipur

This innocent girl was brutally raped by a group of 7 college students in an old building. She died this morning. Her forehead is severely damaged. Local people called the police but it was too late. Police had caught 5 students and the further investigation is going on.’

I was blank, terrified, shocked, amazed, stunned and shattered at the same moment. I sat on the nearest sofa waiting for my mind to respond. A thought came suddenly in my mind like an electric shock. I knew she was a beauty and she could not exist in this society. We all have beasts hiding inside us, ready to destroy all the beautiful things of the world. I sat there silently as my mind was forming the real line between the beauty and the beast. I could see the things clearly now and I didn't need my specks anymore.  



Written By :
Ashutosh Mishra

TO ACHAA HOTA!!!

                                           

 TO ACHAA HOTA

Yun kuch baate, rehti jabaan pe!

Or dil k iraade, dil me hi dafn (Bury) hote!

Vo chhupi hui muskaane na saamne aati!

Armaano ko koi jagah chhipne ki mil hi jaati!

To achaa hota!!!

Har ek mulakaat ab tasveer ban ne lagi hai,

Yaado ka ek sailaab aaya hai ki dubb gai meri kashtiyan,

Jinme sawaar the kai sapne, kai apne or kuch baate!

Agar rok lia hota pehli baar me hi tumhe,

To achaa hota!

Tere aansuo k pichhe daud kar bhi dekha tha,

Or paaya mene teri khubsurat aankho ka pata!

Vo pal na kabhi guzra tha or na guzrega,

Chahta hu ki hata lia hota teri aankho se mene pehra!

To achaa hota!

Jab thaama tha mere haatho se haath tera,

To saanso ne kuchh palo k liye alvida tha kaha

Ek nai si duniya ban ne lagi thi humari ki,

Sochta hu us zinda khwab ko tod deta zara sa!

To achhaa hota!

Pehli baar dil bhi saham raha tha, dar raha tha!

Har pal maaloom tha ki tum sach ho hi nahi!

Zindagi kaanch k kuch tukdo ki tarah bikhar gai,

Unhe jod kar ek aaiyana bana ne ki koshis karta!

To achaa hota!

Aaj saath tum nahi ho par saath hai vo yaade!

Jinko sanjokar koshish karta hu jinne ki!!

Tamaanaa hai dil me tumhe ek baar dekhne ki,

Par Pehli dafaa hi najar na aaye hote tum

To achaa hota!!





-ASHUTOSH MISHRA

GONE WITH THE WIND

Gone With the Wind

I always took my life as a predictable story. I believed that I knew everything about the life. I always preferred the safer side; never took risk. Success was before my eyes and I was getting everything which I desired.

I felt satisfied from what I got and I guess that helps a lot in forwarding the life. Tears and pain never knocked my door. I was alone and I knew I had to travel alone. I was moving on the road with the satisfaction. I know I have traveled a major part of my journey but where is the end. It can be on the next step but that doesn't mean that I am gonna stop.

Summer has passed and the winter was on the door. (Here, summer implies the early years of the writer and the winter represents his young age.) I remembered what my father said, ‘Never lose the pace.’ I was prepared for it. The cold breeze started to hurt me but I continued my journey. It was getting difficult and there were times when I felt completely traumatized  when my thoughts betrayed me and my emotions baffled me.

The mountains were shielded by the white snow. The sun was not in the sight and the cold triumphed me. The past memories were fading and the mist blocked my way.

I know a storm was coming. I could feel the fear of it. The slow breeze passed my soul and it warned me. I knew I have to take the decision. I knew I had to choose between the two.

Again I felt the slow breeze on my face. I have realized that it is the only chance to alter the fate. I can see the strong wind coming towards me. I knew it was very powerful but I had the strength to defeat it. It was very near and I concentrated on my desires. The path which I chose was not mine; it was determined by others. I felt like a slave and the feeling was terrible.

The wind touched my body and then the soul. I was standing firmly but I knew my decision. I twirled my legs in the direction of the wind and started running along with it. I knew I was a part of it; I was a part of the wind. I left the earth and I was with the wind; flying with it. It was a decision that I took in a few seconds and probably the most important one which literally changed my life. It was a decision of my own and I was happy about it. I embraced the wind and followed a path which reformed the whole scenario of my life.

People saw me flying and they asked angrily, “What are you doing?” to which I replied smiling, “Going with the wind.”

-ASHUTOSH

Special Note:

Wind represents the love!!

  

Shoe Shine

SHOESHINE

In India when a child is born, he gets one among the three classes of family. It can be a rich family or a poor family or a middle class family. There is a vast difference between these classes. They are connected somehow but at the depth you will just find a hierarchical anger and frustration. 

Part I

He is the son of a millionaire. He drives the most luxurious cars and he can gift expensive items to his friends and family. He is the owner of a very big company which breaks its own profit records and is on the wheels of success. He have a very big friend circle and most of them belongs to the rich families only. 

He is getting ready to visit a grand party and he is in hurry. He picks his favorite car and driver and he is ready to go. Meanwhile, he realizes that he should give some shine to his shoes. The car stops. He gets out. He calls a man and asks him if he can shine his shoes. The man take out his tools and provides an ultimate shine to his shoes. He throws a coin and goes on his way.

Part II

He is the son of a government teacher. He is doing a job in bank and earns around 12000 a month. His parents are looking for a good life partner for him. He is quite frustrated from his life but he manages to do his job well. His boss likes him and so he invites him in a party. He attends it in his formal clothes. Suddenly a man accidentally threw some wine on his dress and shoes. He almost cried at him but soon he realized that he made a mistake. Shouting at a millionaire in a party is no less than a crime. 

"Oh I am sorry sir. My mistake." He runs from there quickly. He looks towards his shoes which are now looking dirty. He escapes from the party. He finally finds a poor cobbler and asks him to shine his shoes. He throws some coins towards him and thanks him and leaves.

Part III

He don't know anything about his father. He stays in slums and have a bicycle. He cleans shoes and earns. He hates his job but this is all he can do. He is illiterate and his sons also don't go to any school. He never stole anything but now he feels that there is nothing wrong in it. 

He watches luxurious cars, rich people who come running towards him and asks him to rub their shoes. They throws some coins and pass away without saying anything. It was this morning a man came and asked him to shine his shoes. He was looking very rich and he thrown a silver coin. May be accidentally, but he threw an original silver coin. He wanted to return it but he didn't. He thanked god.

After sometime, a man came running towards him. He asked to shine his shoes. They were so dirty as some liquid was spilled on it. For once he thought he should leave this business but he cleaned his shoes. They were shining now. The man went away after thanking him. Now, he will never clean shoes. He will buy one pair and he will clean them daily. He will show his friends his new shining shoes and he knew he will be happy!