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 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Àŧùl
As I lay in the comatose state,
My Angel cried profusely.
Unknown to others, He cried.
And His tears fell on my body,
They healed my wounds.
My Angel is my Prabhu.
My Angel is my Father.
My HP Poem #2026
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
It was an adjustment period

I told students to do homework of other subjects given

One child replied it is homework can be done at home only

Better you take us for play

It made me speechless
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
I am watching a honey bee
Entering hearts of flowers
Searching for a heart which can offer her love  honey.
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
So many years
I saw a spark in his eyes and a genuine smile
After uploading his first poem on HP
पिता श्री,
एक दिन अचानक
आपने कहा था जब,
"मैं तुम से
कुछ भी अपेक्षा नहीं करता।
बस तुम्हें
एक काम सौंपना चाहता हूँ।
वह काम है...
जाकर अपनी प्रसन्नता खोजो!"
यह सुनकर
अनायास
तब मैं खिलखिलाकर हंस पड़ा था ।
  

अब महसूस होने लगा है,
जीवन में कुछ ठगा गया है।
अब क़दम दर कदम लगता है कि
आजकल
प्रसन्नता ढूंढ़ी जाती है
चारों ओर....
अंदर क्या बाहर...
सुप्रिया के इर्द गिर्द भंवरे सा मंडरा कर
शेखचिल्ली बन खयाली पुलाव पका कर
अपनों को मूर्ख बना कर


प्रसन्नता ढूंढना अब एक चुनौती बन गई है
सौ,सौ प्रयास के बाद
फिर भी कुछ गारंटी नहीं है कि वह मिले,
मिले तो किसी दिलजले मनचले को जा मिले
अन्यथा.... असफलता का चल पड़ता एक सिलसिला,
आदमी खुद के भंवरजाल में धंसा,
किस से करे शिकवा गिला।
आदमी का अंतर्मानस बन जाता एक शिला!

पिता,
आज अंतर्द्वंद्वों से घिरा
मैं आप के कहे पर करता हूँ सोच विचार
तो लगने लगा है कि
सचमुच प्रसन्नता खोजना,
अपनी खुशी तलाशना,
आखिरकार उसे दिल ओ दिमाग से वरना,
किसी एवरेस्ट सरीखी दुर्गम शिखर पर चढ़ना है ।


तुम्हारा  "अपनी प्रसन्नता खोजो " कहना
आज की युवा पीढ़ी के लिए एक अद्भुत पैग़ाम है।

आज मैं बुध बनना चाहता हूँ।
पर सच है कि मैं इर्द गिर्द की चकाचौंध से भ्रमित
बुद्धू सा हो गया हूँ।
बेशक प्रबुद्ध होने का अभिनय कर
लगातार एक फिरकी बना नाच रहा हूँ।

आपका अंश!
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
सुबह की गुनगुनी धूप में
दो बुढ़े गुनगुना रहे हैं गीत जीवन के
हाथ थामें सुलझा रहें हैं उलझनें इस जीवन की
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
नित
दिन भर की गरमी और भाग दौड़ से थकी
नन्ही मोतियों सरीखी ओस की बूदों से गुथी
रात की चादर उड़ा
अपनी प्रिया पृथ्वी को कर दुलार
कुछ गीत नए गुनगुना रहा
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
A flower for my beloved
Searched it on reaching the place where we decided to meet

I found it no where
Must have dropped it some
where
Turned back to my way
To look the place
Where I dropped by mistake

I reached the place from where it was plucked
I found it there
But alas!
It was thumped by some one

It could not be given
Before I turned back
I heard it's painful cry
My tear fell on it
I took it with me and
kept in my book of love to dry
To create a piece of art for my beloved
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Àŧùl
So aged he is, but still so zealous for his job.
It feels like he has only known his rickshaw.
The ancient bard in him tells Punjabi poems.
He belies his wrinkles as he pedals his ride.
Just putting to shame his fellow rickshaw pullers.
None remembers or even cares to know his name.
He just pedals and remembers his deceased wife.

He told me a Punjabi tale of partition...

"We were really happy when it happened,
I was 16 and married to my beautiful wife,
But then he pressed for a separate Pakistan,
Just so much wicked was this demand of his,
Punjab was alight due to some people's doing,
We were to cross river Ravi en route to Amritsar,
In Lahore my childhood home was burnt to ashes,
My beautiful wife was still so young at that time,
She was ***** on the banks of river Ravi & killed,
In no cloth was she draped as they burnt her body,
After pouring whiskey all over her lifeless body."


His voice broke and a stream of tears escaped,
Down his eyes they flowed like the river Ravi,
"In front of my two eyes the men had ***** her,
Her mistake? Looking at them once & smiling,
Sin as great to be punished by such brutal drab?
What God, Ishwar or Allah did they follow?
I have known all & none advocates ****,
To which parents could they born?
Must be the devil & the witch."


By now his nose was red and his sobs audible.
He said, "She was not just *****, she was also killed,"
The ancient rickshaw puller gasped for breath as he said,
"Would the high heavens thank them for killing my wife,
She was a Hindu and an idolater with my mangalsootra,
Why they spared my life I have no idea but just remorse,
Will their Allah or God spare them on Doomsday?"

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And Google knows who pressed for a separate Pakistan in the name of communal majority.

My HP Poem #813
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
On
 Nov 2024 Aniruddha
Vanita vats
On
The way to school in the nascent morning
Where tall palm tree are
standing in meditation

Orange sun is peeping through the palm trees in
enthusiasm to see who are
passing by

Sunrays are flowing in rhythm with the waterfall

Kissing and spreading the
colours of rainbow on its face

Every drop of waterfall entice to winking sunrays

Dripping love of waterfall
cuts every stone at the bottom of heart

Flowing,dancing and enjoying to make it its own part
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