জন্মদিনে দিলাম তোকে
অনেক ভালোবাসা,
রসগোল্লা - সন্দেশ ভরপেট
নলেন গুড় দিয়ে ঠাসা।
মনের কোণে রাখিস না
কোনো সংশয় - উৎকণ্ঠা,
ভারী বোঝা যদি হয় কভু,
হালকা হাওয়ায় ভাসা।
যদি দেখতে ইচ্ছা করে
সূর্যোদয়ের লালি,
রঙিন ধনু, চোখ মেললেই -
যেন হৃদে পড়ুক না কোনো কালি।
জীবন - ঘোড়ায় সওয়ার হয়ে
যেন দুই হাতে দিস তালি,
মরীচিকা বা সাগর ঝড়
যেন পথে না পাতে আড়ি।
বোন রে আমার, করি কামনা
হোস যেন তুই বিশাল বড়,
রইল শুভেচ্ছা, রইল আশীষ
আনন্দ অনেক আশুক অজানা।
- দাদা
14th April 2018
Mylapore, Chennai
चाहे कहीं भी मैं रहूं,
याद रहेगा धड़कनों में -
दोस्तों के दिए इज्जत,
उनके दिलोजान भरे प्यार,
और उनकी दोस्ती ।
ना कोई हासिल हुआ मुकाम ऐसा,
न ही शख्सियत हूं मैं कोई खास,
फिर भी, सत्कार मिला मुझे इतना!
क्या पिछले जन्मों का करम है?
इस जनम में दोस्त मिलें है बड़े ही खास!
जेठ की दुपहरिया से कठोर पलों में
सर के सिरहाने रखे ये पल
जैसे बारिश की हल्की मंद बूंदें
भींगी मिट्टी की सुगंध से
गर्मी की थकान मिटा रही हो।
ना कुछ है मेरा, न कहीं का मैं ठहरा,
जो पथ चला हूं, उसपर
बस करम का ही है सहारा,
और दिल में हैं दुआएं अपार,
हर एक के लिए, सब के लिए।
- नयन
Thu, 17th May 11pm - Fri, 18th May 5.46am (2018)
On bus, Bangalore to Coimbatore
Dehydrated and drained (out)
by the fierce face of the sun,
the boy looked at his mother.
She put her hand on the
heated head of the boy,
wrapped him with her anchal,
and said, Don't worry, he will come...
The eyes burned, and
breathing was difficult,
the boy pressed his mother's hand.
She sensed temperature running high,
took water from an almost empty vessel,
and wiped his face and hands,
and said, When he comes, he will bring coolness...
The feet bled, the earth was burning too,
as they walked through sick and dying cattle,
the boy looked fearfully at his mother.
She caressed him lovingly
with her frail, skinny hand,
and then tumbled with hunger and fatigue,
but said, He will be green and with life...
The desert sand thirsty
for the mother's blood,
was slowly inching away her breath,
the boy held onto her shaking body,
bewildered, and with tears in his eyes.
She hugged him one last time,
and said, He will make you strong...
Parting with the only soul he knew,
the boy walked distances,
surviving through the odds,
met ailing lives all along the way,
dying and decaying civilizations.
His mother's words rang in his ears,
as he journeyed through time...
Sensing movement, he looked up at the sky,
saw birds and walked on their way,
the sky got darker, the air fell silent.
He waited for signals, and then got startled -
the sky roared, and glared with lightening,
the winds drew cooler and danced with speed,
as the sky burst open in one mad pouring!
The rivers flew, the trees grew,
the rejoices of birds and cattle
knew no bounds; thus available
to drink was water, to eat was food,
(with) men and women healthy and strong,
villages spurted again with life good!
His mother's words came true, he
determined to take the learnings of life
back to his home, he closed his eyes,
and spoke to his mother within...
Mother, it wasn't anyone else
for which you had to leave,
and everyone had to suffer;
it was us, it was us, ourselves! -
who razed the greens, and fell the trees,
who soiled the earth, and killed the rivers!
But I know now, how to resurrect...
Yes, he came, and brought down the heat,
spurted the greens and nurtured the lives,
made our hands and hearts, healthy and strong,
and thus revealed he to me,
the secret call to him, the trees
that are to him, the dear most!
And thus wisened I am, taking to our home,
this friend of his, of ours all...
Yes mother, as you had said,
(I) met rain on the way!
- Nayan
7:30 pm, 24th April 2018
On train, Trivandrum to Thrissur
On the chariot of time, I stand
watching my own mistakes
as they ripple one over the other
softly scratching the surface
of my inflated ego, and
slowly by slowly, seeping
deeper through the barely visible
open wounds of my realisation!
Yes, there has been a change...
From being a seeming painter
over a messy canvas,
to becoming the paint itself
in the beautifully crafted marvel
in the hands of the real painter, my master!
I ever feel the constant treble of his words -
Of being pure of hands and hearts,
to touch people's lives,
but before that, get self-touched,
to bring a taste of the highest possibility -
at least, a drop to one and all!
Yet, I've been terribly unsure, within,
and charged to be impractical, outside!
Painfully, trying to reason out a meaning
of my being, my life, my existence -
till he nudged me again and again,
with his endless compassion and patience!
This opportunity, a privilege immense,
bestowed upon this one,
is not an ornament to swell high,
but to bow down,
and be a reflection!
And yet, this unaware forgetfulness of mine,
makes me aware of my unworthiness,
and the path I need to walk
and be on, to bridge the gap!
That the misses of my memory
on the canvas of my consciousness
seem too big to swallow!
A constant reminder has gripped me -
that I'm too small to know anything,
in this world, unparalleled, unbound!
I gasp in awe at my own misses,
and gaze in wonder when
someone silently does the needful!
May be I don't feel the weight right now,
but I know it's growing bigger
with each lapse in my awareness,
though encouraged by assurances,
by those who hit more, and miss less,
I work towards dropping this
unconscious burden,
my bundle of blunders!
- Nayan
24th April 2018, 3.44 pm
On train, Trivandrum to Thrissur
