....Saanware rang raachi .. Nit baat niharu main shyaam tumhari...Haan Haan ye raat ujiyaari..Anhad naad jaap hai mera.. Behti aankhon ka hai ka-jal..syaah sringaar tumhe rijhaane ko...Kahao to zara kab aaogey??
Nyochawar hai Tan Man Pran tum par-Nahin jo aaye,nisthur kanha tum kehlaaogey,
Praano ke adhar ho tum,mere premawataar ho tum,kya megh ke aane par aaoge?
Mayur jo de saath,us nritya par saaz sazaaoge?Murli bajakar usey rijhaaogey..bhent karey wo jo pankh tumhe fir...usey shirodharyaa kar ...vipin vilasi kehlaaogey..Kaho zara kab aaogey?
Gopiyon ko naach nachate ho,Purn chandrama ki ujali raat main,kramika nritya kar tum raas bihaari to kehlaaoge..Naa aaye meri pukar pe jo tum kanha..Tum virahan ko jaalogey..Kaho na kanha kab aaogey?

Dau bhaiya ki pukar pe thumak ke jo aate ho,Nand baba ki dhenu chara
Dhenu charaiya bhi kehlate ho
Vasudev,devki ke sahare
Tum,maa yashoda ke kehlate ho
Us kaali yamuna ko chukar tum uska bhi maan barate ho..
Is nirjiv ki sajeev pukar pe kab aaogey,kaho na Manohar kab aaoge?

Khoju chaunh or tumhe.. Ye aankhen ab pathrai ..
Kab Doge daras prabhu..ye raat fir gehrai..
Mujhme base ho tum girdhar..
kabir ne to kaha tha- khoji ho to turat hi milahi hou pal bhar ki talaash main..
Meera ne bhi bhaja tha..wo rahi tuhari aas main
.............maya ka tana bana bahut bun liya Hari
nirvan ka pal jo mera hoga . Jab tum aaogey..Kaho na Mohan kab aaoge??

Baatein!!!

ye baatein..
ghari do ghari bhar ki baatein banti kabhy
Kabhy raat se subah ke faasle mitati baatein
suabh ke sooraj ke saath ugati kabhy,saanjh ke saath dhalti ye baatein
Dopahri main banti kabhy,to kabhi raat ki chadar banti ye baatein
Har waqt hoti ye baatein............
Ye koi jaane na.kaise kisi ko azzez banati baatein
kabhy dukh ka,kabhy sukoon ka sabab banti baatein
Kisso ki kahaniyo ki Baatein,afsano ki baatein
Rijhaati lubhaati baatein ,ban jaati hai jab banta hai koi apna
kabhy banate hai hum ye itlaathi baatein
Ye aasama dharti ki baatein, Ye raasto manzilo ki baatein..
kabhy manzil se bandhti baatein ,kabhy faasle badati baatein..
Chuppi ke virah ko barati baatein,Saaz si sajti baatein
andhere se larta koi ,ujale se karta hai,baaton ke safar ko poora karta hai
saheliyon ki khilkhilati baatein,toh kabhy premiyo ke khwaabo khayalo ki baatein
dosto ke umang utsah ki baatein,Kabhy kisi virhan ka dukh baant'ti baatein
Kabhy mohan meera ki baatein, Kabhy saadhu santo ki baatein
Desh prem se sarabor kabhy, to kabhy vidroh ki baatein,
sannate ki, toh kabhy cheetkarti baatein
chahat to hoti kabhy,nafrat ke pyale bharti kabhy ye baatein
Har haar ki,har dilaase ki ye baatein........bhooli bisari kabhy,kabhy yaad karati ye baatein.
paharo si unchi kabhy,saagar si gehri ye baatein
neele ambar ki kabhy,kabhy kaale megh ki baatein,
gali nukkad pe milti,ghardwar main sajti kabhy baatein,
baithak ki shaan kabhy,andheri kothri ki baatein
haat main hoti kabhy,thakurdware ki baatein
Har jagah bas baatein hi baatein................



gehri baatein,satahi baatein .. Baaton ki hai duniya saari ..
Baaton se hi chakraviyuh banta hai ..
Karaar dilati baatein , bekraar karti baatein ..
Shabdo ka hai khel saara,bhaawnao ka mel karati baatein...

Ye batiyaati baatein!

phoenix!!

Baaton Baaton main Yun hi wo baat yaad aayi...

Badal gayi thi Jab raahein wo raat yaad aayi...!!

Majboor Halaat..aur Uski majbooriyan....

Yun hi Barti gayi rishto main dooriyaan..

Choohth gaya sab kuch.. Bar gayi main

pakra saahas, uthaya haunsla-Dekha us humraah ko,

Aur, Uski rahoon se mur gayi main..!

Tanha tha safar, Par rasta mera tha,

Bikhre hue patto ka bana naya aashiyana-sirf mera tha!

Ab na koi ajnabee, na koi paraya

Na koi aahat, na koi chaaya..!!

Apne hi hai raaste, Pehchaan Purani hai..

Khatam hua Dana waha.. To ghar yaad aaya,

Fir se ek baar purana safar yaad aaya..!

Naye Pankho ki hai uraan..Ab yakeen mera hai..

Zamee hi nahi.. aasama mera hai..

Chu liya hai Jindagi ne mujhe, Upar kahin sarmaaya mera hai...

Naye hai kadam , thirak rahi hu main.. Nayi Jindagi ki khusboo se mehek rahi hu main!!

Yaadein hai bas purani... Baaki sab naya hai.. Is nayepan ki jindagi main chehak rahi hu main!

Mitthu!

Faces!

Chehre- jaane anjaaane se...

Chehre...kuch ajnabee,kuch pehchaane se..

Chehre hi kuch ki pehchaan hai.

Lag gaya hai haat sa- chehre hi yahan ab dukaan hai..

Ameer pita ka chehra uske bete ki shaan hai..

Gareeb pita ka chehraa khota apni santaan hai..

Koi pita ka chehraa khota uski pehchaan hai...

Le jaao koi nakli muskuraahat wala chehra..

Sneh ki aankhon se mehroom chehre is haat ki pehchaan hai!!

NAINITAL!!

Nainital-The heart is where Home is..and i am blessed to open my small eyes in such a naturally beautiful Town..The canopy of clouds,and the rays of brighter sun...The reflecting blue,and, sometimes green lake...The mall road...which from my side of house looks like a deserted street,beautiful..tempting to walk on...The magnificent China peak hill..the edgy hill..
The flats-beautiful flat land bustling with the tourists and the shopkeepers from the other side of the hill..small commercial set up amidst the beautiful hills,disturbs the melody a little,but as soon as a cloud rests upon the lake..everything changes..the Rain drops that fall on the lake treat the ears with a different melody..the eyes celebrate a heavenly sight.The nature is living virgin here,despite the human efforts to spoil the ceremony.
The lush green hills has been painted concrete now,but each window opens to the sight of the deep naini lake...Maa Nandas temple on the shore.. The bells of which add up to the heavenly touch of the town!Five minutes of a walk from the temple takes you to the gurudwara sahib,and a little further the mosque, Ten minutes from there,the beautiful Catholic church links you to divinity.The dawn to dusk is a celebration here.
Drive north to Bhowali...The long deodar to freshen up your breaths,the ears starts choking and the feel of freshness mixes up with purity..this is a different bliss..Keep going to spot an island ..Bhimtal..Deeper lake..Beautiful green hills again...I wish to be breathing in these hills again...where life is simple,sights are beautiful and....the depth and heights takes you to a different trance..!!

Raas..!

Talking back of raasa again- there are a lot of hidden meanings in this radiant expression of divine love for all the existing sub sets of life. There s a lot more beyond our eyes... The Raas is like churning the milk.. to fetch the best.. requires exercise, expressions and a lot of love and faith in Kanha.. His blessings shower only when we have practised enough.. practised melody- harmony- and Preet in true form!
They read Kanha loved kati bhaag of gopis.. physically .. but the deeper meaning is he loves kati bhaag.. (middle part) of everyones life.. he did all leelas in youth.. he loves youth.. which is symbolic of energy and enthusiasm.. and anyone who offers his/her youth to the ultimate beloved..Krishna takes him in his regime of maharaas!

The melodious flute was a call for all to come and join and only the ones who waited for him to arrive could hear it.. He is continuesly plaing the baansuri- we need those special ears to tune in..The ear that only wish to hear about lord of love.. the tears shed in his love never roll down in any pain further...

The life dediacted to him gets purified naturally.The actions becomes love.. life becomes anandostav... The lord of love yearns for love of devotees.he wants us to enjoy our existence and a tear other than the one shed in his love is a pain for him too.. He the soul inside each one of us.. hidden like a small child, ready to be our friend for life and beyond..!~!

the flute charmer has a lot to offer in his love .. we just need to feel it...
Keep celebrating the Love- the ultimate and divine love!!
Jai shri Krishna!

Kanha re.....

AKUL VYAKUL GOPIYAAN..we all are the gopis who wandered in Sri vrindavan- for a glance of their beloved- Divinity- epitome of Love - Krishna!!.. they made several efforts before the holy village guy performed raas with them--- our efforts set our tunes to rasa as well.
Maharaas- stage where each gopi felt kanha is with them.. tuning to each step-in sync to the the holy tune of flute!when each one of us start feeling that Kanha is within us.. He is the divine factor ruling our hearts..the melody shall synchronise in the whole earth!

O my ultimate lover- my breaths are counting on your Holy name- lets all vow to hold that harmony in our hearts- as krishna Loved radha- as she was the one to carry all this rasa in her heart..gopiya gokul main thi anek parantu gopal ko bha gayi radha- jo vishaw koi naach nachata hai us krishna ko naach nacha gayi radha!
aatma parmatma ke milan ka madhumas- maharas!
loko ka swami bhakto ka das- maharas!
is ke avlokan ki yug yug ki pyass- maharas!

Kanha re, thora sa pyar de- charno main baitha ke taar de - jab tak saadha tan man jeevan sab tujhe arpan pyaare sawwariyaan..
Come back as krishna lord and set harmony in entire vasundhara...your is the love that is divine- rest all is a illusion..with you , i dont have an urge for moksha.. i surrender my existence..i dedicate my each karma to you!!
WHAT CAN A BETTER MORNING BE WHEN THE BELOVED HIMSELF VISITS IN THE DREAMS!MAY THE DREAM COME TRUE!

small town girl....

Each pair of beautiful eyes in Delhi, especially the eyes that viewed a smaller town... has a dream..!

the eyes that opened in the posh colonies of one of those smaller towns in India..carry a dream to make it to bigger towns ..pursuing their dream job and materialising their potentials.. The small town values are still alive in those eyes... they fight things.. small things.. but they disturb them majorly. They begin to trust people, which is always taught .. and then they realise they were wrong, the eyes care for the fellow flatmate.. but get back- the feel of being used for small amount.... they start counting on a few friends in absence of the emotinal feedback they otherwise fetch from their folks.. and again.. they realise nothing can be even close to their parents..in terms of everything.. they make it to bigger companies where small things are made issues.. They fight for everything- opening a bank account, finding the right Pad to live in.. to meet expenses like rent, brokerage to the dealers, small gifts to dearies to ............... everything here is purchased by money ....and the emotinal eyes.. start experiencing a change... a change they never wished to see in them... they start becoming modern age practical eyes....a rather tough one...and finally one day when they Go home for a break .. seeking comfort.. mum complains...the eyes are getting tough.. girls need to be emotional and flexible... then the eyes flash an interrogation... why each time the color and the essence needs a change..?? why???? the cost of seeing a dream- so expensive...? Change cahnge my girl.. for you being yourself ..sometimes just doesnt work...sometimes being smart is better than being sincere... sometimes living for yourself is important... sometimes questions are more important than answers...!! Be hard for the world... with a gentle tone... and thats how you fetch the due respect.. dont be a small town emotinal nice girl .. dont be your dads pampered daughter.. dont be a helping neighbour .. dont be a HOnest friend..be a practical metro girl... lively but smart... showing to be but not emotinal.. !!! Pay the cost of being in your dreamland!!!

yaadein...!

yun hi... aj fir shiddat se wo yaad aaya....
jisey bhoolne ko yaadon se chupti rahi main- wahi yaad aaya..
chupne chupane ki is jung main.. wo humesha hi jeet-ta aaya...
tanha raat ho ya khamosh shaam... uske aane ki aahat se gulzar hoti thi sada..
wahi aj in sannato ko laaya...

... neele asmaan ka aks ab nahi dikhayi deta... bus door tak faili ek syah rat hai roshan...








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