Mind can be a Spider ...

Hanging up between things
Spinning a web of threads
Elastic thin intricate
To hunt food for self
Or end up eating itself...

~One can be a think tank
Stuck with no outcome

Or

Mind can be a Silkworm as well..

Confined in darkness
Spinning a cocoon of fibres
Strong lustrous fine
To be weaved into
Useful valuable fabric...

~One can be a writer
weaving words tied with thoughts
into beautiful poetry

Just a thought to ponder upon....

अल्पकालिक जीवन ओर…
             चिरंतन रहने की अभिलाषा!
कम होती साँसे ओर…
               अनंत कोटि जीने की आशा!!

                                          
               ­                             दिनो दिन बढ़ती लिप्सायें ओर....
                                                          ­         स्वयं से दूर होते हम!
                                           अनन्त की खोज में  अग्रसारित..
                                                ­              परन्त्तु विपरीत दिशा की ओर कदम!


कपोल कल्पित मरूभूमि में..
                       अमृत कणो की तलाश!
अनन्त कोटि जन्म ओर...
                     अथाह जलनिधि की प्यास!!

                                                  
                                               अनेकों ब्रह्मांडो को स्वयम् में.....
                                                        ­              समाए ये जीव!
                                               बिन मिले परमात्मा से...
                                                           ­    कैसे लगे मुझको सजीव!!


बहुत सो चुके...अब तिमिर का ...
चीर कर...सीना उठो!
चम्को अब रवि की तरह तुम...
ना आँधियारों की परवाह करो!!


                                                ना कोई बाधा ही रोके...
                                                         ­       ना किसी मग से डरो!
                                                 पथ प्रकाशित कर सदा को...
                                                           ­        उस अनादि से मिलो!!

                                       deovrat - 21.09.2015  (c)

Curiosity filled them all
Who led the cat out of the bag after all ......

Breaking through the museum
On an unearthly hour
Seeking
The unknown thrill

The Mammoths
Godzilla
And the Saber Tigers
Roam rampant
Up and down the
Alley and the grills

Watch out ,
The tarantula on the wall
It's Kicking alive ,
Yet still ....

Partly inspired by ' Night at the Museum'

सच कहूँ तो न सीख पाये तुम बिछड़ने का हुनर

यादें...
बातें...
तसवीर...
आवाज़ें...
ख्वाब...
ख्याल...
दर्द-ए- दिल ...
सबक...

कुछ भी तो ले के न गए तुम ओ रहगुज़र!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Actually never could you master the art to depart forever,

The memories...
The talks...
The images...
The voices...
The dreams...
The thoughts...
The heartache...
The lessons...

You collected nothing back from me
O Wayfarer!

Errors in translation may pl be excused

एहसासों की सवारी,
अनजाने में कुछ यूँ चली,
और लो कोई शायर बन गया,
जब मंजिलें न मिली!

The feelings convoyed as a chariot,
Never realised!
And here born a poet,
When dreams not materialised!

On 2nd Dec 1984
Occurred
World’s worst industrial disaster,
“The Bhopal gas tragedy”
Leaving thousands dead,
Children orphaned and many people with disabilities for life.

Following day,
Cries of help were heard
Amongst the dead,
Lay few children alive
Shone bright, a ray of hope,
Miraculously the deadly effects
Of the gas they could cope.

Taken under the caring wings of an NGO,
With Medical aid administered
And the vital  support to grow.

Amongst the children
There was a girl named Ganga
And a boy named Ravi,
together with other such children,
they grew up,
Finding solace in each other’s
Company.

When reached teenage,
the girls had to be moved in a women’s hostel.
Distanced made them closer to each other,
And, the love grew stronger.

Ganga always dreamt of riding pillion on a bike with Ravi .
Ravi, the crazy boy,
sold his house (compensation by govt.)
And fulfilled her desire,
Often they went for long rides.

In the following years,
The love bloomed,
And
With blessings and love,
their marriage was solemnised
By the NGO.

All the women from the hostel
Joined the wedding ceremony,
Bollywood songs were played loudly,
The Haldi, Sangeet and Mehendi
ceremony made it more lively

On the wedding day,
Ganga attired in traditional weaves
And bridal make up,
A beautiful bride she looked
The hostel warden and her spouse
did her “Kanyadan”.

Fortunate was I to bear
the testimony of the union,
As I stayed in the working women’s hostel then.
Ganga moved in to her house
with Ravi to welcome a life anew.

When i stayed in a working women's hostel, i witnessed this marriage. It's a true story. 2 nd dec it completed 33 yrs to the tragedy. I recollected Ganga and wrote this.
(Sangeet: a dance party,
Mehendi: application ceremony of henna on the palms of bride,
Haldi: a body scrub containing turmeric, applied to bride as ceremony.
Kanyadaan: a ceremony of handing over daughter to the groom)
Thnx Sarita for helping in edits...

Pretended to be medicine,
proven to be placebo....
But the healing occurred,
Let it go....

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