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Sep 2018 · 2.5k
Special Life.
Did you see a special child,
Moving on its own
Waiting for a smile from
strangers faces around!

Did you see a special child
Sitting in the park
Waiting for the ball to come so
He can give a pass!

Did you see a special child
Sitting near the lake
Waiting for the fish to be caught
In the fishing rod straight!

Did you see a special child
Moving it's wheel chair fast
To catch that metro rail
Which is about to depart!

Did you see a special child
In your child's class
Sitting in a corner waiting for acceptance and cheers!

Did you see a special child
In your neighbor's house
Waiting to be befriended
By the whole society!

Did you see that special child
Whose innocence is unbound
Smiles are genuine
And eyes are pure shine!

Unfortunately,
It's 'not' you alone who
did not see him..
We tend to not register
there presence,
We deny to register
there existence
I haven't seen a special child
till my 28th birthday.

Till I became a mother of one...
That day a mother was born
A special mom of a special child...!!!

Then I became friends with
Many such special mom's...
Beautiful kids became
my son's friends too...

And the special journey
of Special Life thus began!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
Sep 2018
Cerebral Palsy.
Sep 2018 · 728
Day One
Tiny legs
And tiny hands,
And the thick crop of black hair on your head
Small little nose
And cute red lips
You were born with loaded sweetness...
Twinkling eyes
And twitching ears..
You were born with loaded passion and possession..

The day I saw you ..
I got entangled..
In your beauty and shine...

With day one of your birth
My sweet doll,
You have assassinated the whole me....!!!


Again came the day one,
When you went to nursery..
Cute little legs walking on its own
Smile turned in crying
Twinkling eyes briming with tears
The first good bye I can't forget..
The first good bye you never did...
The Splendid Care School where you and me
Together we learnt our phonics & abc's..

With your journey of nursery,
I repeated my basics too

With the first year of nursery
My dear,
You have overpowered the whole me..!!


Today again is the day one ..
When you start your primary school...
Bright white shirt, green checked skirt...
And shining in a deep green Blazer...
You set the whole school ablaze...
You dazzle with your charm
You smile and run along...
Happy yet again with
Twinkle in your eyes..
You turned around to be so mesmerizing charm...
Spreading laughter and warmth .....

I will wait to write yet another ' day one' when you enter secondary School ...
Till then my dear one you bedazzle me with your magic...

With your first day in primary
My enchantress,
You have entrapped the whole me..!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
Sep 2018.
My daughter's first day's in various life stages.
Sep 2018 · 700
Divine Presence
Sometimes I wonder
Who is walking with me
Holding my hand with each step
My path may have potholes
My road may be hard
My life may be troubled
My life may be in tough situation...
But,
Each time I rise in morning
I feel a 'Divine Presence'
Who make my walk effortless...
I see the potholes
but suspension are too strong...
I don't feel any ****...
The 'Divine Presence' takes care of me...

No praise is needed
No prayers needed too
No Thanksgiving either
No mention of Him too...
No rememberance...

Just one thing I do..
I feel his presence beside me,
I behave, as if someone is watching..
I respect, everyone around me
I smile, always...

No reason is given to start a quarrel,
No objection is taken at someone's betrayal..
To live with perfection is not easy..
But in presence of 'The Divine'.. it's just so easy.

Sparkle In Wisdom
Sep 2018
#Feelgoddaily
Sep 2018 · 1.2k
Room In A corner
In a corner of a room lying is the table,

A vase placed on it
A chair besides it,
A cot placed near it,
And
Me sitting on it...
Each morning,
every evening
This is the look of
A room which has
White walls
And glass windows.
The room that's in the corner of the big full house ...

House is filled with voices,
And cooing of babies
And whispers
And laughter
With people that are mine,
With guests that are visiting...
But the white room in the corner
Have just me and my silence.

Its not happening
with me alone
It has happened with many
before me,
It will happen with many
after me
Some will call it fate
Some will call it compulsion..
Sitting here alone
I think,
I have learnt to live alone
I will manage my remaining
life alone
But my son and after him his son
Will they be able to live in
old age alone like me??

Some have all the living relations but house is lonely,
Some don't have any one around and house is silent
Those born in my time have long gone
Those death do us part had too gone away
And I am still alive!!

I write sometimes on the table lying beside
Sometimes a poem
Sometimes old memories
List of old friends
Those who are still alive
Those who are no more...

Here,
I am waiting to become a
photo frame
To be adorned on the wall...
Though in a photo frame,
but waiting to be part of colored walled that's main room of the house,

I am waiting to be once again in the center of whole voice filled house,
I think,
The day I am hanged on the wall of colored room
Knowingly-unknowningly I will become part of there talks too...

I have lived a long time in this white walled room,

Maybe then I will leave this room
Maybe now I will leave this room.

Sparkle In Wisdom
2017
#OLD AGE LONELINESS
Sep 2018 · 2.8k
Praise the Creator!
I wonder why we define boundaries
The LOC's, The island, The territories
Do we ever understand our existence?
Do we ever question our existence?

Intrigues my mind these thoughts ever
Reasons my thoughts over and over
Do we really think we are big?
Do we really exist the way we think?

Andromeda being our neighbor in many
Thousands of these galaxies surround us
Milky way is one such in plenty..
One dot is our planet
Unique, beautiful, lively, colorful..
Colors are recent addition not too old though..
The time when existing boundaries were drawn
Colors and flowers too were born..
Do we believe we created colors?
Do we really believe we created boundaries??


We fight for territories
We define continents
We be so proud of countries
Our existence, Our proud, Our nationality, our Identity,
Do we feel we exist because of countries??
Do we really feel we are nothing beyond countries??

Religion, Ethnicity, Culture, Color,
Do animals have it too??
Sentinelese, Jarawa, Onge tribes
Living in archipelago of Andaman & Nicobar for 60,000 years,
Who are these people living in tribes?
Which religion do they belong?
What language do they speak?
How without fire do they survive?
Do we still think we exist because of names given by us?
Do we still doubt our Creator?

To bound self in boundaries is sin
Sin against the Creator
Sin against the Soul
Sin against the humanity
Sin against belief of life..
To partition our nations is to belittle
the Greatness of His
Who created us, who created universe
Who created "Himself" to keep our belief..

Continents, Rich, Poor, Oldest civilisation, Countries, Big, Small
Are these parameters to be proud of?
If we observe us from the top of universe
We will be a fly or a microorganism
They may name us Earthica humane
Do we have to fight for land and land marks?
Do we still have to divide the mother Earth?

Is it not high time we rise and decide?
United we make our Earth unique
Souls wander the whole universe
But to live they decend on Earth
Can we not be proud of planet as a whole?
No boundaries do us part
Can we not end the hatred forever?
Bringing peace, solace and love as treasure!!
Wrote this after reading about Sentinelese, Jarawa, Onge tribes
Living in archipelago of Andaman & Nicobar for 60,000 years.... They live there undisturbed, sovereign, Part of India, no one took today have been able to communicate with them, decipher thr language etc. They are not able to light a fire, fight with arrows.


https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentinelese
Sep 2018 · 3.7k
Jealousy
You can't grow
By erasing someone,
You might reach the top
But his curse cannot be ridden.

You might reach the sky
But you can't be proud of it
For when they will discuss your success
They will also implore the grave of his failure.

You might reach the zenith one day
But your name will always fight with his
He may have lost in oblivion
But your bad name will never let him perish..!!

Don't be blind for your success
But try and be humble
You never know your future
But history witnesses all!

As one day,

When you will become history
People will decipher your life
The goods will be forgotten
The wrongs will be highlighted.
Written with the thought when one try to pull someone down to reach the top.
Once daddy decided to teach his son,
His favorite being politics,
He set to teach Civics..!!


He said,
Son let's begin from home,
If I be the head,
I become Prime Minister,
And your mother,
She becomes Home Minister,

At this point,
Mother who was listening
to all the commotion,
From her undisputed department,
The kitchen...!!
Came out and
Explained casually,

Your daddy is the Head,
And he becomes 'President'...
Who has to give formal approvals,
To what is sort from 'The Parliament',
He also gives approval for the budget presented,
And be guest of Honor at various public events,
He gets to speak few times a year,
And he is still the 'formal approver'...

I manage few portfolios,
Prime ministry and Home ministry,
At times I have Finance ministry too,
Defence ministry too mostly stays with me,
I am the 2/3 rd majority, I decide how to run 'The House'!!

And most times I have solid 'Opposition' too,
The leader of Opposition (LoP) is very strong,
She being your grand mother,
Is also the head of oldest party in the house.
Her party has now lost and so she is in opposition,
Disputing every new law I, the PM try to bring.
She is Old Monk with a Gin,
But with her experience and wisdom,
I the PM, is always trimmed !!

Your grand dad, is a gentle politician,
He keeps changing parties from government to opposition,
When he is with us, we give him portfolio,
We make him a minister for Agriculture, Food and Health.
In some houses he is the Retired Former President.
Living a comfortable life with benefits that come with retirement.

You dear son get to keep Games, Education and Tourism ministry.
Nothing more comes your way,
You are forced to believe you are our future,
And so your ministry always need to perform,
Because,
To brighten the future is supposed to be in your hands!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
August 2018
This is a funny light humored comparison of Indian joint family set up with Indian political system.
We live in a family mostly where grand parents, parents and kids live together in one house.. In country we have President and Parliament headed by Prime Minister and also opposition headed by leader of opposition.
Aug 2018 · 1.9k
God's Own Dreams
Dream !
Dream !!
Dream !!!
Ever wonder
Why dreams matter?

Do we dream fiction,
Or we dream our fears,
Or we dream our aspirations,
Why do we dream at all??

Sometimes of
A drowning floods,
A ruined fort,
Babies playing around,
A chaos, a commotion,
Sometimes of loved ones
Who are long past dead,
Sometimes of the ex-lover,
Who had once been our friend.

Day dreams,
And sleeping dreams,
Subconscious dreams,
And coma dreams,
Next life dreams,
And death bed dreams,
Near death dreams,
And God vision dreams,
Dreams to see us on top,
Dreams achieved against all odds..!!

Sometimes,
I wonder
Is not our lives,
A God's own dream?
And that's how we
move around HIM!!
Some days are
happy another
too heavy,
When our whole
world goes
Topsy turvy.

Just like scenes of our dreams,
If we become characters of HIS dreams,
Doesn't life become better understood??

If we become part of His dreams,
Can we not better understand -
Why are we stuck
in between the sea?
Why is our town flooding?
Why did the accident
**** our loved one?
Or why did our baby die?
Why did we fail?
Why are we blessed
with success?
Or just the thought
WHY ME??

This thought makes life less complicated,
To love,
To move,
To live,
To die,
The smiles,
The cries,
We are just HIS walking dreams,

And so,

Now we don't have to blame HIM for our hard times,
We just have to wait for HIS better dreams..!!!

SPARKLE IN WISDOM.
AUGUST 2018
Just a thought...
If God dreamt...!!
Aug 2018 · 1.3k
Feline friend
Our life has moved ahead,
From little tiny red beans,
And little talking birds,
And we have welcomed home,
A beautiful little pet
A TINY LITTLE CAT..!!

She just walked into our home,
And became part of our
household,
My daughter, Tini,
Christened her
Our very own Mini....!

A white and grey baby feline,
Is a sure live toy,
Who likes to walk in between our legs,
Giving us joy,
A furry mass of ball,
Whom Tini refuses to free,
She picks her back and dosn't let it flee.

Life has become more easy,
In this new house,
Which now has started to become 'old house',
With stories weaving around inside
The house is becoming a novel indeed!

But I need to wait,
Till I pack to return to home land,
These tiny two TINI, MINI
will throw big tantrum,

When Tini demands to take Mini,
To the world she belongs and calls home,
To explain the reason
My life will go upside down,

I am yet to find a proper excuse,
That will not beak my daughter's heart,
And which will make her understand,
That life has to move on...!

Sparkle In Wisdom
16/8/2018
Just 10 days back, a baby cat has started frequenting our house, and my daughter and the cat are inseparable.
Aug 2018 · 1.5k
Life Partner -1 and 2
I am getting dragged
behind you
Just like a rope
Lifeless, hopeless.

The diversion you take,
Me too turn behind,
Dumb, subconscious..
Identityless.

Your destination is in your thoughts,
I just walk behind you,
You walk to achieve something,
I walk behind questioneless..

Or

Is not my destination
my determination..YOU?

Do you realize
I walk behind you?
Can you hear my footsteps..
Dragging with a hush??

But
Why am I
Asking you all this?
Was walking behind you not my own decision?

You are moving for your own resting place,
I was anyways never the whole final destination for you...
Then why should my ubiety in your 'moving life' should have any mention??

I have made you my destiny by choice,
Then
Should my life have any other diversion than yours..??

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Life partner - 2 (Reply)

I could feel you getting dragged behind me,
Your presence completes my existence,
You are walking behind with held breaths,
I move ahead counting your breaths..

I am moving with a great speed,
To wait and rest for few seconds is impossible..
I could hear your heavy weezing,
But to slow down is impossible..

You speak the truth,
You walk behind making me your destiny,
And so I walk on the good road till today,
Thorns will come surely in my path in future,
But I am trying to take bit longer but smooth roads..

Neither animosity nor complains you have for me,
Neither questions nor answers I have for you,
Our life will pass harmoniously this way..
Me ahead and you behind tagging along.

Hold me well with power of your determination,
Give me courage by your silent smiles,
Keep your faith on me always,
You will be given credit for my journey of success,
Hold me strongly on the ground after the success..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
11/8/2018
#Saw today a loaded truck at traffic light secured with a rope,a portion of the rope has gotten loose and was dragging behind it...

It can be hypothetical talk between truck and rope
Or
A situation where a wife follows a husband,
Or a devoted girl friend Madly in love will tag along her love...
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English translation of my Hindi poem.
Jeevansathi hindi - 1 and 2
जीवनसाथी -1

घिसटती चली जा रही हूँ मैं,
तेरे पीछे
किसी रस्सी की तरह
निरीह, निर्जीव...

तू जिधर मुड़ा
मैं भी हो ली
बिन पहचान
गूंगी, बेजान।

तेरी मंज़िल तू जाने,
मैं जानूँ बस तुझे,
तू चले कुछ हासिल करने
बिन मक़सद चलूँ मैं।

या
मंज़िल ही मेरी
मक़सद ही मेरा
है तू?

अहसास क्या तुझे है
के मैं पीछे चली हूँ?
क्या सुन सकता है तू मेरी
ख़ामोश घिसटती सरसराहट?

पर
क्यूँ पूछ रही हूँ मैं यह सब?
क्या मैं तेरे पीछे ख़ुद नहीं चली हूँ?

तू अपनी मंज़िल की ओर चला था,
मुकम्मल मक़ाम मैं थी ही नहीं तेरा,

फिर मेरे वजूद का
तेरी राह - ए - ज़िंदगी में
ज़िक्र ही क्यों हो?
तुझे मेरी तक़दीर बना दी
मेरे ज़िंदगी में तेरे अलावा
कोई और ही क्यों हो?


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जीवन साथी - 2
*
तेरे होने का एहसास है मुझे,
तेरे होने से है वजूद मेरा,
तू पीछे सांस थामे चल रही है मेरे,
तेरे सांसों को गिन चल रहा हूँ मैं।

रफ़्तार से बढ़ रही है ज़िंदगी मेरी
ठहर के दो घड़ी आराम मुमकिन नहीं,
तेरे सांसों को उखड़ता हुआ सुनता हूं मैं
पर चलते हुए धीरे होना मुमकिन नहीं।

सच कहती है तू
मंज़िल तेरी मुझे बना चल पड़ी है तू
अभी तक पक्की सड़क पे इसीलिए चल रहा हूं मैं,
रास्तों में काँटे आएँगे आगे कभी,
पर कोशिश कर के लंबे पर साफ़ रास्तों से गुज़र रहा हूं मैं।

न कोई गिला न शिकवा तुझे है मुझसे,
न कोई सवाल न जवाब मेरा है तुझसे,
गुज़र जाएगी यूंही, ज़िंदगी तेरी - मेरी,
आगे मैं और पीछे सदा तू रहेगी मेरे,

संभाल के अपनी ताकत से
मुझे हौसला देती रहना
यूंही हँस के ख़ामोश
मुझ पे भरोसा करती रहना,
मेरी सफलता का श्रेय जाएगा तुझे,
तब मेरे पैरों को ज़मीन बनाए रखना तू।



Sparkle In Wisdom
11/8/2018
Saw today a truck filled with goods secured with rope, which has gotten loose and dragging behind it... In hypothetical situation truck and rope are talking and when truck reaches destination they praise the secured rope for the things reaching safely

E same situation can be compared to a wife follows a husband,
Or a devoted girl friend Madly in love will tag along her love...

I also wrote the answer of the make lover... Jeevansathi 2
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Have a English version too... By name

Life Partner 1 and 2
Aug 2018 · 411
Me a Believer
Life is but an unknown road,
No driver can lead you through..

Life is but a unsolved mystery,
No doctor can cure you through..

Life is but an unrecognized destination
No road will lead you through..

Life is but a quest for innovation,
No scientist have perfected it through...

Life is but a tangled puzzle,
No scholar had cracked it through...

Life is a but a set of problem
No solution have ever been deciphered for..

And so we rely on
God...

The Generator, Operator, Destroyer...

Who can
Generate the unknown energies and souls

Who can Operate those souls in machines made by Him..

And

Who can Destroy those machines and reuse His souls...

Me a Believer..!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
7/8/2018
Aug 2018 · 1.1k
Pagdandi
Walking in the path,
A small foot path,
Made under the shade of trees,
By flattened grass of walking feets.
Walking and moving in endless thoughts,
I have reached a narrow muddy path,
I look behind and see a long empty lane,
I look forward again.....

I see a small endless muddy lane,
It's covered
with
Datura and Gum Arabic trees...
One is poisonous vespertine flowering plant another a thorny ****...
It's a narrow Lane we call it "Pagdandi"....a narrow Lane made in mud by people walking on it over and over again,

This lane has been unknown to me,
Miles and miles and destination less....
I heard my heart,
and here I am walking on this lane...
For unpredictable future...
It was dusty, dry and thorny...

I don't know IT'S destination,
I don't know "MY" destination..

Life is also just like this,
Endless lawns of meaningless green pasteurs...
Empty, silent sprinkled with colors,
When I move a nameless destination awaits..
And the desire to reach the destination keeps me moving...

In between I cross the tarred black roads, long like snakes,
I compare the black tarred road to relatives and friends who knock on our door,
They come smile, laugh and go...
And when I cross the road
I am left in the same muddy lane...
This muddy lane, I wonder,
Is it not a reflection of Life??

Everyone has a dream,
some even work on fulfilling the dream,
But, If one does achieve the dream even then,
Is not life just the same again??

Don't we all finally desire
for
Home cooked good food,
Eaten around happy faces,
In a place we call home,
Where our family lives...!!

Is not the life we had before is what we want later ??

But somewhere in the corner of heart
One aspires so much..
Wealth, Comfort, Desires, Name, Fame, Success...
All this in the name of HAPPINESS....!!

But the road to all this is same muddy lane we call "Pagdandi"...
Happiness is with all of them,
Who were thr in my thoughts...
When I walked in that lane...
Happiness is in the "muddy dusty lane"
Filled with thorns of Gum Arabic tree (babool)
And
Poisonous vespertine flowers of Datura plants...
Happiness is in walking in life what path we come across...
Happiness is making memories and filling it with laughter, stories and smiles.

STILL DESTINATION LESS

Sparkle in Wisdom.
24/12/2011.
#pagdandi is a small muddy lane created by people walking on it.
Aug 2018 · 30.4k
Paro
.

Do I have a tongue,
Can I speak too?
In this strange world,
Am I a human too?

Do I have a heart,
Can I live too?
In this strange land,
Am I alive too?

In the midst of Oblivion,
I search my visions,
I once used to dream,
As a young teenager,
In Sea of Paro s
I try to remember,
The faces of people
I had once lived with
Father, mother, brother
Of all those people
I had once called family.

I came here as girl,
I am shared in the family,
I born plenty children,
I am sold and re-sold
In and around
To any men who
Can afford to buy,
I am kept but
Seldom married,
Each street have
it's own paro,
They all have
But the same story.

After some years
I cease to exist,
For the people
Who bought me
I am an old cattle
Who no longer
give them pleasure,
I am now a burden
A liability soon
To be shedded..

They don't throw
me though,
They leave me alone
In a small room,
I have become a mother
Of a girl or two
I have new family
But no identity
fits me ever,
When I come here
I became a Paro,
When my times up
I die a Paro!!

Paro is short for
Pardesi, a foreigner,
I am the girl
Bought for men
From another land
Into there land,
To born son's
For there motherland.

This is ordeal of
A soul that once lived,
Now it's just a body
With no role,
No fiction this
It's a real story
A reality of some
Distant land !!

That land for you
Is so very strange
Where eight young man
**** a pregnant goat!
And the strangest
thing is they
go away and
Roam scot free..!!

Soon the elders in the village
Will have a big meet,
They will give compensation
To the owner of the goat,
And free from the sin
There precious young boys
The martyred goat
Will also have new name,
And so it will soon
Be christened to
A new species of
"Paro"-
a first of it's kind
A Welcome from
an animal world!!

And so I ask again
Do I really exist?
What form of life
Do I have here?
In this strange land
Are they human too??
Does even a little atleast
A thing called
Humanity exist???

Sparkle in Wisdom.
1/8/2018.
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/mar/07/india-girls-women-trafficked-brides-******-domestic-slavery

Wrote this poem after reading this article.
Jul 2018 · 5.9k
Chirping
Did I notice little birds early in the morning,
Flying and hopping, chirping and tweeting..
Different families of birds chirping..
Brown, yellow chested, black with long tail and orange beak, house sparrow too,
Hens and ****'s crow too...
All are busy talking
Do they ever listen too??

As a child I remember,

I Came back from school and twittered about my day,
Each evening my family sat around each other,
And all had to speak at once,
None of us there were listeners..
So what one could hear was lots of twitterati..
My mom just said hmm and hmm..
Never really heard my endless stories..

My brother was gem...
He always heard..
Don't know how much.. Though
Each sentence of mine ended
on
.. Is it not bro?... And yes said he always..!

From those carefree twittering to this day,
Life has moved so much..

Life always moves, one always grow,
From constant chatter to a deep silence.

And so

I wonder do birds ever become silent..
From Cuckoo to Wisdomed Owl
From experienced Eagle to the chirping house sparrow..
Do they too grow silent when old??
The early morning chirping,
Is it from young birds??
Are the old one just saying hmmm
Are they listening ?
Or are they talking?
Ever wondered what happens in birds world??

Though nothing much changed now in my house..

We still speak at the same time
We hardly have ear for other's stories..
But now we don't speak our heart out..
We are not those chirping type anymore,

We speak about our performance,
We speak about our achievement
We speak about the praises we receive..
We give our Wisdom,
We give our advice..


But we hardly speak about ourselves..


Sometimes, I still long to be that child again..
Twittering my tongue constantly..
Till my mother yells "Shhh! keep quiet"
And my brother says.. I am listening.. you say..!!!

Alas, life moves on, life always make one grow..

Sparkle in Wisdom
# life
Jul 2018 · 1.3k
Father
Being a Father is a special being...
only father can understand...
or a child can understand....

When a mother is carrying a child in her womb...
for 9 months...
a father is carrying his child in his brain...!

when a mother is taking care of covering the baby all night...
Father is busy arranging the roof over that room where the baby will sleep...

When a mother is busy teaching the baby first letters...
Father is busy arranging funds for the best school the baby will study...

When mother is busy arranging food on the table..
Father is busy making sure the groceries reaches the house for the family to feed...

When mother is lovingly saving child from getting scolded from father for some mischief or other...
Father is busy making arrangements to make sure the child can be prepared to live a boarder's life in hostel....

All those moments when a child is getting cosy with mom...
loving mom to the bottom of its heart....
father is making sure the bond stays like that ever...

Having a father is a privilege,
having a father as rock in your house should be appreciated,
taken care of & loved...!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
#Just for father s...
Jul 2018 · 1.3k
Dear Teacher!!
Drench us knee deep with high words of your experiences,
Fill our heads with your tender words,

Let us have our glass of wisdom,
From the words that will flow from your memoir,

This side are we, meek with folded hands awestruck...
That side be you... Our shining star..

Sparkle In Wisdom
# today in the full moon day, we in India celebrate "guru" poornima... Which is reverence of our teachers both physical and spiritual...
Jul 2018 · 405
गूंज
फिर से गूंजेगा चंबल
बंदूको के धमाकों से,
फर्क सिर्फ इतना होगा
इस बार पूरा भारत भड़केगा।

कल चेन्नई में सत्रह लोग
हवशी दरिंदे पकड़े गए,
बहरी नन्हीं लड़की को
ज़िंदा लाश बना के गुज़र गए।

आज सुबह चंडीगढ़ से
२२ लोगों की करतूत सुनी,
चार दिनों तक कैद कर के
हैवानियत की कहानी गढ़ी।

३५ साल बीत गए जब फूलन ने
२२ लोगों को बेहमयी में
मौत के घाट उतारा था,
कांप उठा था उत्तर भारत
तब सारा देश जागा था।

कब तक हमें यह हैवानियत को सहना होगा,
मां, बहन, बेटी को कब तक घुट घुट के जीना होगा,
इतिहास गवाह है चुप रह के किसी को आजादी नहीं मिली,

* इसलिए, *

फिर से आज धमाका बहमयी सा दुबारा करना होगा,
उठकर आज फिर लड़कीयोँ को
बंदूक में गोली भरना होगा,
फिर से खून की होली इस देश में खेलना होगा,
फिर से मां काली जगदंबा को
इस धरती पर जीवन लेना होगा,
पापी अगर पाप करने से डरना छोड़ दे,
अगर लड़की की इज्जत करना छोड़
कमज़ोर शिकार समझने लगे,
फिर से धमाका इतना ज़ोरदार करना होगा,
सिर्फ देश में ही नहीं दुनिया में भी
कंपन इस बार मचाना होगा।

उठ खड़े हो मेरे देश की लड़कियों
अपनी बारी आने के पहले,
वरना इसी देश में तुम्हे
अपमानित जीवन जीना होगा,
अगर आज ना उठीं तुम,
सफाई जीवन भर देना होगा
यहां ना बची कभी द्रौपदी और सिता,
कठघरे में तुम्हे भी उनकी ही तरह
फिर खड़ा होना होगा।

Sparkle In Wisdom
19/07/2018.
Rough try....

Once again the ravines of chambal*,
Will echo with sound of guns,
The only difference is will be this time,
That the whole of India will be burning bright,

Just yesterday in South India,
17 vultures have been caught,
They had made a deaf girl,
A living dead body, killed her soul, ***** her laughter..

Just today morning in North India,
Read about the heinous acts of 22 men ,
For four days they kept a girl a prisoner
To thr immoral demands,
Brutally writing thr own horrendous story of ****..

35 years ago when Phulan was alive,
She had killed 22 men in an instant in Behmayi*..
North India has shivered then
The whole India awoke them..

Till when,
Will we have to beat this horrendous crime,
Will a mother sister daughter live in epathy,
History is witness that
No freedom was attained by being silent...

And so,

Once again a blast of Behmayi have to be repeated,
Girls will have to get up and fill thr guns ,
Once again a ****** game will have to be played,
Once again mother goddess Jagdamba*
Will have to reincarnate on Earth..
If the culprits have become fearless of committing crime,
If they stop having respect for girls,
Start believing girls to be weak and a easy prey.. Will have to once again
Do a blast that strong..
Not only our country but the whole world must be shaken..

Stand upright my country girls
Before someone lynch you..
Or else in those same country you will be insulted, blamed and given bad names,
If you don't rise today tho protect yourself,
You will have to give explanation for life time..
In this country of ours..
Where Draupadi and Sita were not saved,
One day you will also have to stand in the box like them..

Sparkle in Wisdom.
1/8/2018

Regards
Jul 2018 · 2.5k
RED BEANS OR RED BEADS
Last year with a heavy heart...
We moved in to this new house..

Human emotions are so confusing..
I am in a country far away from my own,
I don't connect here though,
Still when it comes to moving
First old temporary house seems more mine than the other new one..

Strange..

When we came here,
The house was full of trees..
But strange things happened...
Each day my daughter came back with tiny red beads with no holes in it...
They were perfect red beads
Triangle in shape, slight elevated in the middle..
Each time she came with one my curiosity grew many fold...

After few months. . We got the surprise of our life..
The trees with tiny leaves had brown dried beans..
The fully dried beans had split open and stuck out from it
Were the same red 'beads'.... Today was found they were 'RED BEANS'..

After searching the web.. And settle the curiosity
After breaking each dried beans from the tree..
After storing each red bean..
I found out they are beans of RED SANDALWOOD..
The strange fact too..
In The old times..
Due to uniqueness and perfection of shape
Jewellers used it to measure gold!!
In my quest I found
The seeds are valuable even today..!!

But for me and my daughter it was a treasure of our new house
Memories building for a 'new temporary house'
To make it a loving old house,
The new house which was call "forest"
For it's various insects, bees, & multipedes.. Both brown and albino,
We finally forgot our old house..
We started loving our new house..
Almost after a year we moved in..
We love it equally if not more..

Sparkle In Wisdom'
#new house #curious daughter.
Jul 2018 · 167
Wait
Waiting
ENDLESS waiting
Week after week
Waiting continues...
And then... .
More waiting...
-------------------

इंतेज़ार
कभी ना खत्म होने वाला इंतेज़ार.....

हफ्ते दर हफ्ते इंतेज़ार
और फिर
और इंतेज़ार...

Sparkle In Wisdom'
#mysituation
हम इंसान ही इंसान का अस्तित्व मिटा रहे हैं
जानवरों को ख़तम करने में भी हम इंसान का साया है,
रेशम, सूती, खादी को हम ही मिटा रहे हैं,
शहद का स्वाद अब बच्चों को भाता नहीं है,
फलों को खाना नहीं बल्कि पीना उन्हें आता है,
घर में गरम खाना बनना अब दुर्लभ हो गया है,
रास्ते से आते-आते पार्सल लाना अब आम हो गया है,
टीवी,मोबाइल, कंप्यूटर, एफम  रेडियो
अब १६ घंटे ले लेते हैं,
बच्चों के लिए अब किताबों की जगह डिजिटल  नोटबुक ले रहे हैं,
इंसान के पास सोचने का समय ही नहीं है,
इंसान के लिए बनायीं चीज़ों का इंसान आज खुद गुलाम है |

खाली ज़मीन पर पेढ़  लगाना किसी को नहीं सुहाता,
ज़ू में जा कर जानवरों को दाना खिलाना १६ घंटों की गुलामी में मुमकिन हो नहीं पाता,
नाते रिश्तेदारों को घर बुलाना अब सालाना त्यौहार है,
दोस्तों से मिलना मिलाना अब फेसबुक और इे मेल पर निर्भर है ,
पैदल चलना, चुढ़ीयों की चहचाहट सुनना अब सपना लगता है,
फिर भी इंसान खुद को पहले से ज्यादा व्यस्त समझता है |

बच्चे घर के बहार नहीं अन्दर बढे हो रहे हैं,
उनकी लम्बाई भी रुक कर चौड़ाई में तब्दील हो रही है,
०-१० साल तक बच्चों का दिमाग बढता रहता है,
वोह जो खाते हैं, करते हैं जीवन भर याद रहता है,
चलना, हँसना, सोचना, खेलना, खाना वोह इसी उम्र में सीखते हैं,
विडम्बना यह है के इसी समय पर माँ का करियर और पापा का प्रोमोशन निर्भर है,
चाहे अनचाहे जाने अनजाने ही हम बच्चों के दिमाग में अंकुश लगा रहे हैं,
विडियो गेम के हवाले हम आने वाले भविष्य की अर्थी चड़ा रहे हैं,
हम इंसान ही इंसान का अस्तित्व मिटा रहे हैं,
हम इंसान ही इंसान का अस्तित्व मिटा रहे हैं |
The original Hindi one written in 2010... I feels it fits today more than then
We humans are erasing existence of humans ..
The killing of animals have shadows of humans..
We are erasing Silk, Cotton, khadi ...
Kids now don't like the taste of natural honey..
Eating of fruits they know not, drinking fruits is what they like.. Home cooked hot food is becoming rare now..
Bringing parcel of food is becoming common now..
TV, Mobile, Computer, FM, takes 16 hours a day now,
Kids getting a digital notebook is becoming common now..
Humans now don't have time to ponder,
Humans are becoming slave of man made things...


To plant trees in empty land is no one's pass time
To visit a zoo or feed an animal does not fit in the 16 hours slavery,
To invite relatives is yearly event..
To have meeting with friends is limited on FB WhatsApp or Instagram..
To walk, to hear birds chirping is just like a dream,
But humans are busier than they were before..

Kids are growing indoors.. And not outdoors..
There hieght is also changing from length to breadth..
0-10 yrs kids have thr brains growing,
What ever they easy, what ever they do they remember for rest of thr lives..
Walking, laughing, thinking, playing, eating, they learn in this age,
Irony is Mother's career and Father s promotion is also at peak in this age of theirs.
Knowingly unknowningly we are stunting the growth of young minds,
In the hands of video games was are cremating future of tomorrow..

We humans are erasing existence of humans..
We humans are erasing existence humans!!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
*(Khadi - a type of fabric wooved in India, made famous by Gandhiji)

Original had fb and email, changed email to WhatsApp and Instagram... Though I think at least email was better.. :)

I wrote this one in 2010.....
But it still holds true even now... I guess more now than before.

*This one is English translated from my original Hindi one.
The bad things happen & pass by,
Leaving behind the inumerable loss,
Leaving the tears for the left ones
Leaving the memories of good times....

The scar remains,
reminding each year,
of the horrid event ,
of the saddest moment,
Loss of parents,
loss of a child,
Loss of the home once built with so much love and pride.

Loved ones gone leaving the cherished moment spent together,
Contemplating the loss,
counting the worth,
The unseperable truth,
unchangeable destiny,
You are to live now to show the world
of pain the pain you felt,
To tell the tale of your once beautiful world...

Tsunami wiped it away,
9/11 smashed it away,
m
Major stebacks takes seconds to happen,
Seconds of horror leaving life time to live in its effect
but all this tells us
* Life has to move on...

There's always light after darkness,
There's always hope to live on..
Ee aren't God to design destiny,
But by smashing in pain we can glorify the destined

Pain has its effects & there's no pain-killer
But to move on us important,
Time is the best healer they say
To move on whilst adding a chapter to one's life
Is tough but a must taken decision,
Sorrows come and pass-by,
Times fades the pain,
You have memories to treasure..
you have to decide what to remember

To remember-
The merry time spent together,
Making relationships,
Building home to live,
The togetherness the love,
The laughter,
The fun..

OR

To remember-
The black day,
the 'second' that ended everything...

Do not sulk over destined 'second'
Instead live with happy treasured Love-stories,
Love story of your relation with each member of your family,
Smiling or crying is one's self decision.....
But life has to move on....


Life can't be wasted on
Second That Shouldn't Matter!!!
*


Sparkle in Wisdom
#Tsunami
#9/11


All those catastrophe made me write this... I read about a man who lost his whole family, went on to adopt orphaned four kids of another family. Both the sets lost thr families in Tsunami.
Jun 2018 · 452
It Doesn't Matter..
I loved you with my heart,
I loved you with my soul,
I gave you credit of everything I became,
I heard all that you said,
I followed you blindly,
I believed it when you proposed me.. ,
When I was a child..a teenager..,
I believed you when you said YOU LOVE ME..!!

I believed you when you said I am 'different' for you..,
I believed you when you said I am 'different' from others,
I never objected when you befriended many..,
I understood when you said 'you can't marry me'..,
I understood when you did not inform me 'you are engaged'..,

Yet

The only thing I wanted to believe,
The only thing I wanted to know that "YOU LOVE ME"...!!

We stayed friends, platonic always..,
In the moments of my need,
You helped me always,
During exams and competition..
You motivated me always..,
You saw no harm came to me always..,
All these were acts  giving credibility to my belief...
The fact for me that..
You 'cared' for me always..!!
That in bottom of your heart 'you love me always'!!

But one day...

Towards the end of that cherished relationship..,
The time had come for us to move on..,
You came to say a final good bye,
The FINAL MOMENT had finally come..,
I asked you one thing, with tears in my eyes..,
Waiting either to flow out or to roll back forever..,

I asked you one last time
"DID YOU EVER LOVE ME?"

And that one last time.. You answered,
"NO, NEVER"!..

SILENCE PREVAILED...!!!

And then...

It doesn't matter that we did not marry..
It doesn't matter that you proposed marriage to me just a month after this..,
It doesn't matter you divorced your wife after one month of marriage,
It doesn't matter the whole world blamed our friendship for your divorce,

IT DOESN'T MATTER ... At all...!!!

That NO, NEVER... Stayed with me..
Is still staying with me..
Will stay with me forever..

Even today I credit you for what I have become..,
Even today I know you have chiseled me a sculpture..,
Even today I know "YOU LOVED ME BACK THEN"...

But IT DOESN'T MATTER, DOES IT??


Sparkle in Wisdom
24/6/2018
#Betrayal
#Passionate love
#Denial to loose
#Denial to move on..
Jun 2018 · 360
That's The Only Difference
This is the only difference!

In the middle of life,
In between the chain of thoughts,
Free flowing ideas,
Weaved up intense in my heart...

In your thoughts
I sit,
gazing the sky beyond,
Huge, blue deshaped sky's deep blue color,
It's deep like thoughts,
Gazing intently in horizon I sleep in slumber thoughts...

I sleep with you,
I wake up with you...
But you are not besides me..

This is the only difference....

When my eyes open,
I see your little innocent face,
But when I touch it...
The feel is not thr...

That's the only difference

My eyes wells up in tears...
My head's rests on your chest..
Your hands touch my head...
But I don't get that feeling of being touched..

That's the only difference

You are there yet not there...
That's the only difference

You try to bring smile on my thoughtless face
But your eyes cannot see that smile..

That's the only difference

This is the only difference.....
If you see a special child.... You will understand the feel of the above write up

It's a translation on my Hindi original though

When a complete quadriplegic child is around you... You can feel every emotion in him yet... He in not there...

He touches you... But the feel us not thr...

I cannot describe that feeling.... You have to find it to understand...
इतना सा फर्क है !
जीवन के मझधार में ,
सोच के ताना बना में,
धरा प्रवाह बहते  विचारों में ,
उधेड़ बुन है इतनी, विचलित है मेरा मन |


तुम्हारे ख्यालों में तुम्हारे एहसास में,
दूर बैठी मैं निहार्थी हूँ आसमान को,
नीला निराकार  आकाश का नीला रंग,
गहरा है मेरे विचारों की तरह,
ख्यालों के अंत में खो जाती हूँ नींद  के आगोश में |


तुम्हारे साथ ही सोती हूँ उठती हूँ तुम्हारे साथ,
तुम नहीं होते पास मेरे,

बस  इतना सा फर्क है |

आँख खुलते ही तुम्हारा मासूम मुस्कुराता चेहरा तो होता है,
पर उसे स्पर्श करने पर छूने का एहसास नहीं हो पाता,

बस इतना सा फर्क है |


आंसू तो बहते हैं आँखों से,
सर भी तुम्हारे सीने पर,होने का एहसास तो है,
पर मेरे सर को सहलाते तुम्हारे हाथो का,
स्पर्श महसूस नहीं होता,
बस इतना सा फर्क है |

तुम हो कर भी नहीं हो,
बस इतना सा फर्क है |


मेरे खोये चेहरे पर हंसी लाने की तुम्हारी चेष्ठा तो है ,
पर उस हंसी को तुम्हारी नज़रें देख न पाएंगी,

बस इतना सा फर्क है |

इतना सा फर्क है ....


Sparkle in Wisdom
2009
Will publish English version too... Later tomorrow..

This one was written in 2009,
About a journey of a mother of a quadriplegic child, a baby born and termed as vegetable by doctors... Given to her with words for development.. like "time will tell"

The baby who has a eyesight of power -9/10... Unsure of what he sees..

The baby who can touch his mother but not the 'touch' she long s for... His is just brushing of skin...

The baby who laughs on his own... Sure laughs with him too.. but alas he cannot see her smile.. nor can he make her smile..
!!
Jun 2018 · 758
Passion for success
'Difficulty' is the time

When testing is done
For patience

When you are demanded
For your presence

When misunderstanding increases
From your carelessness...

When expectations increases from all quarters...
All your problem taken as excuses..

At times of difficulties when you want to excel

Your passion is considered your foolishness,

Your dream is considered meaningless..

You are worthless judged by all...

To fight against all odds is what the situation is..
When difficulty arise and you fight....

Sparkle in Wisdom
21/6/2018
It's an extempore try in response to a post on WhatsApp... Which said-

In Times of Difficulty......!!!!
Some People Break Down,
While some Break Records.

Performers are Always Born in Difficult Situations
And Not in Comfort Zones!!

Good Morning
Jun 2018 · 2.2k
Bud.. Rose bud..
When a rose bud is born... It slowly raises it's head...
Like wise was my tiny baby s sleeping closed eyes.. deep in sleep..

The stark deep red rose bud comes out of the green...
The same was the brightness of my son... Spotless, shining, serene..

The bud blooms,
That bright, glowing, strong petals
Likewise was the skin of my son... Like a shining sun..

But alas we love the young buds a far too much
We cut it and put in in vase
I am here staring at a bud like that in a hospital,
From behind the glass wall I am staring both.... I am reading innocence of both...

In NICU, my son is sleeping, lost in between the pipes which is giving him life,
The bud too in the vase thinking of it's mother...yearning to be in arms of it's mother..
The *** that holds it's mother out side.. Is also waiting for it to return...maybe!!
May be scared to bloom another bud....
The pain of losing is thr for both of us...
To loose is easy
To live in uncertainty is not...

How does a new born baby feel...I  know not...
How to satisfy day old baby s hunger ....I know not..
How is a 6th day* celebration done I know not...
How does it feel to bathe a new born...I know not...

What I know though
Is that my new born is sleeping in NICU
I have been staring him from glass for past one month
I will wear clean, sterilized clothes am ushered to be near him..
For few seconds... Once in 24 hrs... My maternal love becomes alive...
Though I go near him, cameras are thr, I cannot touch him, I can feel his breathing..I can see him sleeping...
My hands behind..
Face covered with mask..
I gaze at him with blurred eyes,
I give him love of both his dad* and myself...

Just for that moment...
Both of us again stand behind that glass wall
We show our son to all those who pass by
We hide our tears behind our smiles..
We stand again in wait thr...

When I took my month old baby in my arms for first time....
He is still the same, he looks still the same...
How are these wonders of universe, the creators..
How can a colorful life become color-less..
Each day, each moment some where a new bud is born..
A new creation everyday...

Sparkle in Wisdom
* sixth day...a celebration done in India.. done after 6th day of birth of new born... When they start wearing new dresses..

*Daddy was not allowed inside NICU.. Only I was allowed to go in. Once a day for few seconds.

I translated this from the original nanhi Kali... That I posted in Hindi...

The original I wrote after 5 years of birth of my son... While I remembered... The time spent in hospital at his birth.
Jun 2018 · 784
नन्ही कलि
नन्ही कलि जैसे संसार को देखने के लिए,
अपना सर उठाती है,
ठीक वैसे ही मेरे नन्हे की आँखें थी टुक टुकी वाली खामोश,
नींद की आगोश में/

नयी अनछुई कलि की लाली, सुर्ख रंग की,
पहली बार संसार में आती है,
ठीक वैसे ही मेरे चुनमुन की कांति थी,
बेदाग, चमकदार/

कलि का वह कवच में से निकलना,
वह चटकदार, तेज वाली उसकी पंखुडियां,
ठीक वैसे ही थी मेरे ठाकुर की काया ,
सूर्य की किरण जैसी../

पर हमें नन्ही कलि से प्यार होता है..कुछ ज्यादा ही...,
काट के उसे सजा लेते हैं गमलों में
वैसे ही एक कलि को निहार रही हूँ मैं अस्पताल में,
कांच की दीवार के पीछे से ...मैं दोनों की मासूमियत पड़ रही हूँ,

NICU में मेरा बेटा सो रहा है,, नालियों के बीच, मशीनों के बीच खोया हुआ है,
कलि भी गमले में शायद सोच रही है, अपनी माँ के अंचल को तरस रही है,
उसका पौधा भी बहार शायद उसकी राह तक रहा है,
अगली कलि को खिलाने से डर रहा हो,
खोने का एहसास उसे भी है मुझे भी..खोना आसान है, असमंजस में जीना कठिन है........

नन्हा सा बिटउ पहले पहेल कैसा होता है मुझे मालूम नहीं,
एक दिन का बच्चा भूक से बिलकता कैसे शांत होता है माँ की गोद में मुझे मालूम नहीं,
एक हफ्ते के बेटे की छट्टी कैसे होती है, मुझे एहसास नहीं,
पहली बार पानी में नहलाना कैसा होता है मुझे पता नहीं...

पता है तो यह की मेरा नन्हा बेटा NICU में सोया हुआ था,
एक महिना मैं ने उसे कांच से निहारा है,
साफ़, कीटाणु रहित कपडे पहेना के,
माँ के नसीब होता है चौबीस घंटे में दो क्षण का सुकून,
जब कांच की दीवार के अन्दर जाकर एहसास उसका ले पाती है,
सांस उसकी महसूस कर पाती हैं,
हाथ पीछे बांधे, कैमरे की कैद में, मैं उसे देख लेती...
फेस- मास्क लगे होंटों से मैं उसे पुचकार के, आँखों की रौशनी धूमिल होती आसुंओं के पीछे से,
अपने बेटे को उसके पिता का और मेरा प्यार दे आती...

बस उस क्षण के लिए फिर हम दोनों,
कांच की दीवार के पीछे से, हर आने जाने वाले को अपना मासूम दिखाते,
आसुंओं को मुस्कराहट के पीछे छिपाए खड़े रहते,

एक महीने का बेटा जब अपने हाथ में लिया, आज तक वोह वैसा ही नज़र आता है,
ना जाने श्रुश्ठी कैसे रच जाती है...
कैसे रंगीन और रंग- हीन हो जाती है,
हर आते जाते दिन में हर समय कहीं न कहीं एक नन्ही कलि खिल जाती है.

Sparkle in Wisdom
2009
I wrote after 5 years of birth of my son... While I remembered... The time spent in hospital at his birth

I have posted the English version too.... Bud.. Rose bud..
Jun 2018 · 272
Modern Superstition...
When you have a important meeting to attend
you get stuck in traffic jam...

When your Director calls you to his office
its always the time when you get a call from home that the baby is crying...


When you have a sudden holiday next day,
you get up in morning with migrane...

When you have visitors coming over
your fridge suddenly is all empty...

When you have to make that one important call
your mobile credit is suddenly low...

When you have a friend waiting and you are already late
You definetly will have a burst tyre...

When you have a train to catch
your work never finishes till you almost miss the train...

When some guest come over as surprise
that is the when you lazied to clean the house....its the dirtiest to the core...

When you are fooling around on phone with a friend
you miss that one important call...

When you pack and fly off finally
its then you realise the most important
thing you needed is left behind...

When you want India to win, Sachin is on the crease strong
that very momen we loose a wicket and most often a match too...

When Ghana wanted that golden penalty
by the great Asomah Gyan
he hit the goal post, lost the match, lost the hope as well...

When you have a weekend planned
the weather shining the mood swinging
you get up in the morning to see its raining whole day and becomes messy..messing the whole feeling..

When you visit an uncle's place
they praise you delicious ice-creams and cakes
you decide to make some for them in good will and love
your perfect cake burns,
your soft ice-cream milk sticks to the pan, leaving the aroma behind in ice-cream,
in the family's minds and also in ur name..

When you mess certain thing
the people around you will always say they knew you will mess
but they never warn before...

Coincidences like these do happen too often,
Strange soon they will be termed as superstition ,
Modern day women have modern day problems,

Crisis factor are changing,
Panic attacks are the same..

Handling them is modern women achievements and
Tackling them is her trade mark,

Todays women are good at multi-tasking,
and situation like these makes them excellence at par...!!!

Mom's, Wife's, Sis in law s, Sister's Daughter's, Daughter in law s, Friends..
have successfully moved ahead...

Superstition dose'nt hamper their moving spirit,
Challenge each day is mile-stone..
To achieve and move on...To another day...another mile-stone
is the formula of perfect life..
is a formula for that perfect smile...!!!


Sparkle in Wisdom
2009.
Jun 2018 · 332
Just standing
On this side of sea shore
In the wait of news of my beloved
Spreading my eyes...I stand!!

Each wave that comes..
I hope will bring some news of my beloved..

No news of yours reach me here..
I ask the Setting Sun, I ask the rising Moon,
Hiding my tears..I am just standing thr ..

I am sending my love filled message with the setting Sun..
That tomorrow at dawn..
The first Ray's of the sun.. Should salute you in my name..

I took a promise with setting Sun.. Today..
Tomorrow morning s His first ray, should be a knock on your window..

When your eyes open... That "gaze of your eye".. Should be in my name...
I am just standing for the wait of that "gaze" of your s. ..!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
Posted the original Hindi version too
Jun 2018 · 299
खड़ी  हूँ...
समंदर के इस पार 
इंतज़ार में तेरे सजन 
नज़रें अपनी बिछाये खड़ी हूँ। 

 हर आती लहर से तेरी खबर पूछती 
कोई पैगाम आया हो यह सोचती खड़ी हूँ। 

ना कोई खबर आई तेरी यह जाने के 
ढलते सूरज से, उगते चाँद से 
अश्कों को अपने छुपाये खड़ी  हूँ। 

 ढलते सूरज से पैगाम भेज रही हूँ 
कल जब वहां सुबह होगी ,
पहली किरन  तेरे लिए मेरे नाम का सलाम होगी । 

आज ढलती शाम से वादा  लिया है मैं ने 
कल सुबह की पहली किरन  तेरे खिड़की पे मेरे नाम की दस्तक होगी 

जब आँख तेरी खुलेगी वोह 'नज़र' मेरे नाम होगी 
उस 'नज़र' के इंतज़ार में खड़ी  हूँ …!!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
Posting the translated version seperately too...
Just Standing

One this side of sea shore
In the wait of my beloved
Spreading my eyes...I stand!!

Each wave that comes..
I hope will bring some msg of my beloved..

No news of yours reach me here..
I ask the Setting Sun, I ask the rising Moon,
Hiding my tears..I am just standing thr ..

I am sending my love filled message with the setting Sun..
That tomorrow at dawn..
The first Ray's of the sun.. Should salute you in my name..

I took a promise with setting Sun.. Today..
Tomorrow morning s  first ray, should be a knock on your window

When your eyes open... That "gaze of your eye".. Should be in my name...
I am just standing for the wait of that "gaze"
Jun 2018 · 304
बचपन
जब भी याद आते हो तुम, बचपन
साथ याद आ ही जाता है वो घर
जिसके बिना बचपन अधुरा
किस्से कहानी यादें अधुरी

चंद शब्‍दों में तुमको कह जाएँ यह मुमकिन नहीं
तुम गज़ल नहीं... कहानी हो मेरी

हर कोने में , हर पेड़ में
हर गाय में उनके बच्चों में
मुर्गी में , तोते में कबूतर में
कभी कभी नज़र आने वाले सापों में
नेवलाें के परिवार में
कभी कभी आने वाले लंगुरों की टोली में
पुराने गोदाम में बन्द कोठरी में
छत के हर हिस्से में
वुड पेकर के दिवार में बने घोंसले में
अनगिनत बिल्लीयों में,
गाय के रखवालों में,
हरसिंगार के फुलों की खुशबु वाली सुबह में,
हंसी मज़ाक वाली रातों में ,
दादा जी, परदादी, दादी की कहानीयों में
हम सबकी हँसी में खुशी में

चंद शब्दों में बयां हो सको ऐसी गज़ल तुम नहीं
तुम तो कहानी हो मेरी, तुम पहचान हो मेरी ...

आसपड़ोस के लोगों में
दाम धरम की कहानीयों मे
नाम शोहरत प्यार मुहोब्बत में
हर चीज़ में तुम हो,

सच ही तो हे, बचपन,
जब भी याद आते हो तुम
साथ ही याद आ जाता है वह सब
जहान मिल के लिखी गयी थी किस्मतें हमारी...

अगर कभी कहानी बनी मेरी- तुम्हारी
कई गज़लें उसमें हमारे
दासतानों की लिखनी पड़ेगी ....

क्यों की ..

बिन तुम्हारे हम अधुरे....
बिन हमारे तुम अधुरे ....


Sparkle in Wisdom
# ENGLISH version extempore translation.. :)
English version

Childhood

The time spent in old house
When it was big and full of glory
The rememberance of childhood is incomplete
Without remembering the old big house.

To describe it's Glory in few words is impossible
It's not a poem its a song.... It's a whole novel a story..!!

All the corners of that house reminds the story hidden in it
The cows, thr calfs, the hens , the ducks,
The parrots the pigeons
Rarely sighted snakes
Mongoose family
The Black faced Baboons troops visits
Old store room, the closed room
The roof, the house of woodpecker in the wall,
The cats, the care-takers of cows
The morning filled with fragrance of flowers blanketed the floor under
The laughter the jokes the merry nights
The stories of grand dad, great grand mom, grand mom..
In the happiness of the time shared back then...

To express you in few words.. Is utter impossible
You are my novel, you are my identity

The neighbors, the stories of Charity,
The name, the love, your presence is thr in each memory of past...

If a novel is written ever in you and me,
It will be filled with so many poems about our time together

Because
Without you I am incomplete
Without me you after incomplete...


Sparkle in Wisdom
Jun 2018 · 424
इंसान
ज़िन्दगी में एक वक़्त ऐसा भी था,
जब मैं कुछ  भी नहीं था ,

ज़िन्दगी में मैं आज भी कुछ नहीं,
पर तेरी नज़र में  ए-परवरदिगार

मैं तब भी इंसान था
मैं अब भी इंसान हूँ। 

वक़्त  बदलता रहा, दिन बदलते रहे,
ज़िन्दगी में लोग जुड़े , लोग बिछड़ते गए,

जुड़ते लोगों ने, जुड़ते इरादों ने,
ज़िन्दगी को  .... 

मजबूती दी, ठहराव  दिया,
दिशा दी, नाम दिया,
शोहरत दी,पड़ाव दिया।

बिछड़ते लोगों की नज़रों ने 
कभी भगवान का दर्जा दिया
कभी  इंसान के काबिल भी ना समझा। 

बीता समय बीत गया 
उम्र ढली दिन बीत गया 

इसी दुआ से ज़िन्दगी को रुक्सत दूँ 
के
बस तेरी नज़रों में इंसान बना रहूँ 

इंसान ने हमे क्या समझा 
इसकी न तब फ़िक्र की थी 
न ही आज परवाह है… 

Sparkle in Wisdom.
A thought again..
In life, once upon a time
I was nothing,
I am nothing even today..

But oh! Lord
In your eyes I was human then
I am human today..

With passing time, people are added in life
People depart from life..

People adding, ideas flowing
Determination growing,..

In life, it gave
Solid life, name, direction..
Fame, destinations,

Those who departed..thr eyes
Sometimes made me God...
Sometimes did not acknowledge me as human...

Time has flown away
Life has moved on

I pray to thee.. My Lord!!

That when I leave this immortal land..

I be human in your eyes..

I never cared what humans thought of me
Not in past
Not today...

_()_
एक लम्हा मुझे ,
हल्का कर गया ,

एक सांस मुझे,
खोकला कर गयी ,

बादलों की गर्जन मुझे 
झकझोर कर गयी. 

तेज़ हवाएँ दिल में 
दस्तक दे गयीं 

बारिश की चंद बूँदें 
सारे आंसूं बटोर गयीं 

इसी मंज़र के बीच एक 
शख्स चला गया 

नौ दरवाज़ों वाले घर को 
अंतिम विदाई दे गया 

गुज़रते रहे दिन, रात,
सुख, चैन........ 

पर जब आँखें बंद हो 
तो वही तड़प, वही मासूम की आँखें 

कितनी ही रातें आधी नींद हम सोए. 
कितनी ही रातें उसकी चीख़ से जागे हम … 

पर आज जब आँखें बंद हो 
तो झपकी भी ढंग से ना आये,

वह लम्हा वह सांस कुछ ऐसे बीत गया 
जैसे के हम हैं तो सही, पर हमें ले गया 

शब्दों और हंसी की बेतकल्लुफी ले गया 
सुनाई देने वाले शब्दों का सिर्फ शोर रह गया.…… !
May 2018 · 424
UMEED/HOPE
Umeed


Waise tho bahut chota sa shabd hai umeed, lekin

--kisi ke liye zindagi jeene ka sahara ban jata hai

tho kisi ke liye zindagi main kuch hasil karne ka junoon..!!
___________

Translation..

HOPE­..

Hope!! Though it's a small word..

But,
For some it becomes a support to live a life,

And for some it becomes a passion to achieve something in life.

Sparkle in Wisdom
May 2018 · 385
We BORN Everyday..!!!
Each time you achieve something...
Is it milestones or is it rebirth....?
Each morning that you wake up,
Do we not BORN again..?

Each life is different
Each person passes it's disposition..
Born you are each day till you die..
You have to create history with each passing day...!!

Who says you Born at your birth,
You Born at each achievement..
It's a NEW BEGINNING with each new thing..
Its a fresh start with each new positioning....!!

Life is a canvas each morning,
A finished painting each evening..
Sometimes it takes a few weeks, few months for painting to finish..!!

But on the day when it's done..
You born again setting new task new destination..
A new canvas ahead of you,
you fill with new color and new Strokes..!!

Never be satisfied with your painting of life,
Raise your bench mark each time you finish..
Be humble in achievement of yesterday,
Cuz with the new day it finished, you Born again, you start again..!!

Never retire, never tire..
Keep moving, keep creating
Life has to be a best seller painting..
Like has to be created with each day that you Born... Till you die..!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
वक़्त रुका है,घड़ी के कांटे रुके हैं,
हवा रुकी है, मौसम रुका है,
ना बीता एक लम्हा, ना गुज़री एक सांस
ना आयी अगली सुबह, ना आयी अगली शाम,
तेरे चले जाने के बाद मानो
धरती ठहर गयी है .....

हर वह ठहरा वक़्त आगे न बढ़ने का कारन बता रहा है  
वक़्त के पेहले तेरे चले जाने का कारन खोज रहा है,
ऐसा क्या हुआ के तू चला गया अचानक,
ऐसा क्या करें अब के  वक़्त चलने लगे
मानो तुझ से ही वक़्त आगे चलने की
अनुमती  मांग रहा है ......

तू था तो इस अम्बर में खुशबु थी
सुबह उठने की और रात को सोने की कोई वजह थी
तू था तो तेरे लिए कुछ कर गुजरने की चाह थी
तू था तो जो तेरे लिए नहीं कर पा  रहे थे
वही किसी और पे लुटाने की आरज़ू थी
अब तू नहीं, तो वह आरज़ू भी मानो यहाँ वहां भटकती
तुझ से रास्ता पूछ रही है....

क्या था मेरे पास बस एक तेरे सिवाय
तू ने सब ला  लिया अपने लिए  खुदा से मांग के
छोड़  गया सब कुछ मेरी झोली में डाल के
उसी खुदा के पास जहाँ से आया था
मेरे लिए खुद को मांग के……

बैठी  हू़ँ चौखट पे बस यही सोचती
जो अमानतें दे गया है लौटाऊँ किसे,
न्योछावर करूँ उन सब को किसपे,
ढूंढ़ती हैं आँखें कभी तेरे खुदा को कभी तुझे ,
मानो तुझ ही से पूछ रहीं हैं  
इन सब को लुटाऊं कैसे ....

Sparkle in Wisdom
On the loss of my baby... My son..!!!
छत से देखा करते थे ,
पीछे की पहाड़ी को ,
जला रखा था किसी पीर बाबा ने ,
मंदिर में एक दिया जो ,
रोशनी नज़र आती थी ,
उस मंदिर की दूर से ,
घुप अँधेरे में दिशा बताती ,
पहाड़ी थो कहलाती गोगापीर थी ,
सुकून काफी देती थी वोह रोशनी आँखों को /

जब मन उथल पुथल करता था,
छत पे जा वहीँ निहार्थी थी मैं ,
जब तेज़ हवा चलती थी ,
दौड़ के जा कर रोशनी देख आती थी मैं ,
न तूफ़ान में, न बारिश में ,
न गर्मियों में न सर्दियों में ,
कोई एक दिन न गुज़रता था उस शमा के बगैर /

वीरान से इलाके में कौन पीर रहते थे?
न जाने कैसे उतना ऊपर चढ़ के रौशनी वोह कर जाते थे ?
हर समय यह एक सवाल मन में रहता था ,
कौन सी शक्ति उनमें है जो ,
मंदिर को रोशन कर जाते थे ?
एक बार सोचा मैं ने ,
जा के देखूं वहां ,
बीहड़ इलाका पार कर के ,
गोगापीर के नीचे पहुंची मैं ,
उतनी ही शांति थी वहां जो छत से महसूस की थी ,
रूहानी शांति हवा में छाही थी ,
धीरे धीरे पहाड़ी चढ़ी ,
मंदिर के दरवाजे पे पहुंची,
दिया अब भी जल रहा था,
दिन था इसीलिए नज़र नहीं आया दूर से /

कुछ देर बैठने पे एहसास हुआ
की यहाँ कोई पीर अब है ही नहीं
दिया यूँही जलता है कोई जलाता  नहीं !
पीर बाबा का मज़ार नीचे था
कोई पंडित कोई इंसान का वजूद तक न था
मंदिर का दिया टीम- टीमाता  हुआ
मंदिर और मज़ार  को रोशनी  दे रहा था
किसने कहा रूह  नहीं होती ,
मंदिर की रोशनी  रूहानी थी ,
हर देखने वाले के मन को शांत करने वाली ,
वोह पीर बाबा की लगायी बरसों पुरानी  थी /

कई बरस बीत गए
घर बदल गया .......

पुराने घर जब जाती हूँ ,
छत पर अब भी जाती हूँ ,
दिया अब भी टीम टिमाता है ,
अब भी वही शांति महसूस होती है ,
लेकिन अब नतमस्तक हो जाती हूँ ,


उस रूह के लिए जिसने इतनी शांति दी ...
उस रूह के लिए जिसने मुझे वोह रोशनी  दी ....!!!
The poem is written in my mother tongue... From the country I come from... India.

It's about a small hill that was behind my house... Some miles away.. But in the evening from the roof of the house one could see the hill, and a small lamp use the burn thr each night.... Just like a light house!!
May 2018 · 378
Mother's day
Happy Mother's Day*

The day a child is born a mother is born,
The mother is as new as the child,
The mother grows with child,
The mother learns with child,

And mother MOTHERS the child...

The day the mother is born a fighter is born.

She can fight, lie, cheat, sacrifice, ****, beg, for the needs of the child.

No one should question MOTHER... Because when a lady is mother she is everything a CHILD WANTS...
but not always what SOCIETY WANTS.

Sparkle in Wisdom
This write up was not loading since yesterday...
Trying again.. :)
May 2018 · 395
BORDER
It pains me,
It tears me,
It troubles me,
Deep...deep in there..!
When you call me,
When you ask me,
When will I come...

It disturbs me serious..
I cannot answer,
I cannot promise..
It hurts ..
deep ..deep down there...!
When you ask
Will I be there for your birthday..


It shakes me hard
It's a bad thought..
And it pains me deep.. deep down there..!!
When I think of all the letters I receive,
When I miss the moments so cherished..!!


But it makes me proud..
The thought of being of some purpose, meaningful..
Me at border,
Protecting you, our home,
Protecting our country, our motherland..

It effects my peace..
Yet, it makes me strong too...
All the pain of missing you little one..
All the pain of loving a fellow friend...
Gone now to home to Rest in peace...forever...
Fighting and guns, Commands and demands..
All make me strong each passing moment ..

Though all of it pains me...
Deep.. deep down there..!!

It sure does make me strong too..!!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
6/5/2018
#Wrote while hearing a song in a old Hindi movie... Border based on 1971 India Pakistan war...
# The life of soldiers
# The families of soldiers..
Sandeshe aate hain,humein tadpate hain. .#Movie #Border..!
May 2018 · 296
... Smile for Others..
The world is too big
Life's too short,

Just peek out and look in the sky,

Soon a beautiful, Independent butterfly you will become..

Believe in yourself,
Aspire to reach the top,
Love yourself more than anyone,
Praise yourself everyday,
Be happy, smile, enjoy..
Just believe it's for you.. you are born for...!

Dream each moment to be the best,
Don't wait for someone to make it better....
People are too many, reasons aplenty..
Don't wait for someone to bring SMILE on your face..
No one should limit you,

Don't bind yourself in rules.. Just grow...

Just look around for happy faces,
And don't ever depend on anyone, or any face.. 

Rather be the face world looks at for there SMILE...

Sparkle in Wisdom
For a friend... Who is young and should be smile for others...
May 2018 · 5.0k
...... SMILE.....!!
When my world was collapsing,
You came as a pillar,
When my dreams were fading,
You came as a light,
When my thoughts became blank,
You filled it in with color,
When my smile started dying,
You became the reason for me to rejoice,
When tears in my eyes overflowed,
You bought solace in them,
When I started feeling lonely,
You bought life back in me,
When my mood became emotional,
You made me practical,
When I missed terribly my people
You mimicked each one for me,
When darkness came near me,
You bought brightness with your presence,
When I felt it to be end of road,
You showed me new path, new goal,
When today I think of you,
So many emotions surge in my heart,
Love, Gratitude, Guide, Philosopher,
The best one though is last to come,
Coz’ I make you my dearest friend,
You have given me so much I can never repay,
But promise I make, to be always happy,
Promise I make, that I will always smile
As in my Smile lies my dearest friends Smile.

Neha srivastava
Written long back for a dear friend... A friend I can talk just like that even after not being in touch for 10 years...
May 2018 · 273
Reunion.
The drought just ended,
Rains are flowing in,
Green pastures everywhere,
Life becoming to bloom,
Gloominess of the world ends,
With rain washing all sadness,
Darkness of uncertainty,
Cleared by the drops of rain,
Thoughts of world ending,
Erased by new flowers blooming,
The pain of being away
Fading with the joy I see around,
You will be mine in some time,
Soon we shall reunite for fun and smile,
Though this distance is painful,
But with each passing day,
It strengthens our love,
The more we are apart,
The more we become near,
These long days of loneliness,
Will make our life different,
Coz’ now we know the pain being away,
So we will cherish the moment of togetherness,
The joy of being with each other,
Can only be felt when being away,
You are more near me now,
Than you were when you were here,
I am more in your heart now,
Than, I was when we were together
.

Sparkle in Wisdom.
Sparkle in Wisdom will be my pen name here.... :)
Apr 2018 · 362
Ur Stare
Ur stare makes me still,
Ur stare kills me...........
when I look around I see u,
your eyes set on me I dare not see,
When I look down I feel u,
Your gaze set on me I dare not move.........
You have bundle of questions in ur look,
U dont speak u only look,
U have appreciation,
u have compassion,
U have care,
u have passion in that gaze of urs....
U make me wonder why u stare,
U make me wonder who is behind those eyes,
U make me wonder why u dont speak,
U make me wonder why do u have to stare,
U make me wonder who u r ?
U make me wonder why u r ?
wherever I go u follow,
I cud feel u,
I cud see u,
Amongst host of crowd I cud make out wherever you are...
U are still on one place,your gaze moves everywhere.....
U follow me,
U make me still,
Ur Gaze Assasinate Me....
I would like to go stillI would like to b killed for that one stare of yours,
I would be there 100 times,
I would be there for u to capture me in ur eyes,
For that one stare of urs............I would be captive for all my life!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
Old piece...10 years ago... Wrote this after watching some movie...

Sparkle in Wisdom will be my pen name here..
Apr 2018 · 687
Life Of A Girl
LIFE OF A GIRL

She gets up in the morning worried and messed up,
The mood is hot and flared up,
Today is the annual day and she is not ready,
With manicured, pedicured nails,
And with skin brushed to shine,
How to did she even forget to wash her hair?
The worries shows in the frizz of her hair,
Off she runs to shampoo on chilled winter morning.. Cold is the last thing to deter her today...
She has to be best, the most beautiful...She echoes..
Oh! She is so self obsessed careless yet careful teenager around...!!!

She enters the college with dreams and colors all around,
She can't repeat yellow she wore it on Monday,
Jeans, Shorts, Skirts - ankle length, knee and thigh,
Traditional or not is the fight with mom all the while,
Purses of various colors, shapes and sizes,
Shoes to fit each out fit add up each day,
Watches have thr day too,
With ear ring tossed in the loss of a stud,
With necklace rejected as it's gold not silver,
Nail color should change every alternate day..
Oh! She is so self obsessed careless yet careful girl around..!!

The marriage mellows her down a bit,
With duties to perform, with office to attend,
She still can't repeat a dress in a week,
And nail colors too have to change each week,
But purse remain same barring occasions,
And shoes also have to go for comfort of the day,
Yet in all her small ways
She tries to find that carefree moment of her life,
The life when she is she and not what is expected of her..!!

Kids bring another angle to her story,
The task is humongous, the responsibility huge,
The hair is always frizzled, the eyes sleep deprived,
Yet she manages to bring her she side out,
She maintains her  composure but is deeply worried,
All her flawless skin, her nails, her figure,
Have gone for a infinite  ride, a vacation, a break,
She doesn't throw her old clothes away,
Rather tries to fit in high school jeans be proud to feel she can indeed fit and enter...
Oh!  she is so self obsessed care free yet careful girl around!!!

The I Must Too foreign tour is round the corner,
Her self obsessed brain tickles oh! just four months to go,

She has to invite back her hair, nail and figure,
Plead, Beg, Order whatever she can BUT to have them back she must..

She plans out it's never too late,
Starts with yoga and aerobics too,
Green tea is a part of her life whole day now,
Compliments are coming and she is overjoyed
With new found glory she is queen again,

Tours have to must have 'shorts pic', and a 'Frock pic'  and a 'running around with kids' pic for sure ,
The fact that husband has aged, bald,and *** -bellied doesn't even scare...
Oh! What a self obsessed carefree yet careful girl she is!!

Things that keep her strong are,
The taunts that come along...
From high school till today she grew up on them,
They are the multivitamin and have been that way,
Will they only see you? they ask,
And she is sure they will, they always did...
With all the tasks,the deadlines and the kids growing,
She reminds herself she is still the queen,
She cannot forget and move on as this is she that she has grown on...
Ageing doesn't scare her as she is still beautiful in her own eyes,
"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" they say,

She is you, she is me,
she is the daughter born yesterday, and the daughter who will born tomorrow, and she is the grand mother too...

Oh! She is so self obsessed carefree girl anyone ever did see...!!!

Sparkle in Wisdom
*Sparkle in Wisdom* will be my pen name here.

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