जाने  ऐसा  क्यूँ  लगता  है,
कविता  मुझसे  रूठ  गयी  है,
उसे  न  मेरे  दिल  की  पडी  है….
छोड़ मुझे और मेरे दिल को,
जाने जाकर कहाँ छिपी है…….

दुनियादारी  के  चक्कर  में,
जीवन जीने  की  कोशिश  में,
प्यार  ही  दिल  का,
छिन  सा  गया  है,
इस  माहौल  में,
कविता  ने  शायद  है समझा,
मेरा दिल  कोई,
रहने लायक,  जगह  नहीं  है.

ऐसा क्यूँ  ये  मुझे  हुआ  है,
गलती भी क्या मेरी हुई है,
कविता ने जो साथ है छोडा,
रुक्ष विचारों ने अब आकर,
दिल को मेरे जकड लिया है.

कैसे मुझको कविता सूझे,
रुक्ष विचारों से दिल जूझे…..

मै कविता  को  नहीं समझता,
जितना मुझको  कविता  समझे.
सब  प्रश्नों  का  उत्तर  कविता,
कविता के  ही  रहा  भरोसे……..

कविता,  दिल  में शांती  मांगे,
सब  कुछ  सोच, समझना चाहे,
पर  ये  ऐसा  वक्त  कहाँ  है,
बदसूरत  सा  हर  झगडा  है.

इसीलिए  प्रार्थना  है  मेरी,
रूठो  ना  कविता  तुम  मेरी,
कुछ  थोडा  सा  “ब्रेक”   मै  मांगूं,
जागे जागे सो कर ही मैं,
तेरे प्यार मे खो सा  जाऊं, 
और फिर  जब  इस  नींद  से  जागूं,
दिल  के साथ तुझे खुश पाऊँ,
फिर जो कहे तू,  लिखता  जाऊं,
लिखता  जाऊं,  लिखता  जाऊं….

प्यार  मै  तेरा ऐसा पाऊँ,
पहले  जैसा  फिर  हो  जाऊं..
कभी न फिरसे तुझको खोऊँ,
खुशी से सब प्रश्नों से जूझूँ…… 

मालूम  है  ऐसा  ही  होगा,
कविता तुझपर मेरा भरोसा,  

अब तो  तुम मत मुझसे रूठो….!
कभी न  ऐसे  दूर  भी जाओ….!

                                     ” विश्व नन्द “

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I was at the school as every day today,

the same old building and the same people, they,

a wee bit something new and something to play,

where daily routines pushed the day,

I got pushed along, along the way,

a routine brawl wasn’t surprising, the dirty clothes display,

and amongst things interesting, I started to write about

school, a poem, a few words to my thought,

but the day was too tiring, it got my eyes shut,

and it left my poem half, and left my poem cut.

I was at home, after school, in a good child portray

which excused me from the mud brought home today,

and a good afternoon sleep dozed me off in its weigh,

I slept murmuring, I slept in fun, no dismay,

a dream showed me much, and it had much to convey,

I slept smiling and my thoughts bubbled into an essay,

for all knew, I was happy and something was on the way,

then to capture the dream, I started to write about

a dream, a poem, a few words to cheer this thought

but I was too lazy now, sleep still had me almost shut,

and it left my poem half, and left my poem cut. 

I flew a kite the rest of the day,

the winds flew disarray,

where some flew high, some got cut away,

the joys were immense, so was the play,

I won a bruise, and got a bump, and some pretty scores on display,

the day wasn’t done and I wasn’t too, the night was still at bay,

then to summarize till, an eventful time, I sat to write about

the day, a poem, a few words of my thought,

but my eyes closed tired, my mind closed shut,

and in all the recollection, an excited me, closed my eyes but, 

that left my poem half, that left my poem cut.

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Its amazing how things worry,

leaves one perturbed and sorry.

Its amazing how time consoles,

as you move on filling up holes.

Its amazing how some people touch,

simply without even uttering much.

Its amazing how some inspire so well,

as in their own tips they walk and dwell.

Its amazing how some people are so nice,

smooth and lingering like scotch on ice.

Its amazing how some set such an example,

that you remember them as a good sample.

Its amazing how some impress with their unique character,

like a fine classic movie from a brilliant director.

Its amazing how some scare without saying a thing,

by an aura that’s mystical and spell binding.

And there are the rest who just don’t exist,

and some who’d never be in my list.

For only those matter who can evoke your feeling,

could be nobody, somebody, dead or living.

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The green mountain drenched by the rain,

as I imagine intensely from this plain.

Nimbus es like a patch of cotton ball over,

a heavenly sight, a wonder of nature.

A river running through, looks so glorious,

calm, serene and sometimes very ferocious.

Its a peaceful feeling just to watch it flow,

on a sunny day as the rays reflect and glow.

Multitude of flora rejoice in nature’s bounty,

variety of colors in full bloom,in its serenity.

The wild orchids and its peers toss in joy,

as I watch the blissful panorama and enjoy.

Such a cool, breezy and a fine weather,

in joy as it drizzles and sometimes thunder.

A ride through the winding roads is a pleasure,

of being one with the beautiful mother nature.

Its more beautiful than what I imagine,

with mountains in each side and me in between.

Alas! she’s so very far away from where I dwell,

thankful though, through my imaginations smell.

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Ek sham hamare parshad ke bartan lotaane ke bahaane,

ek nahi puri 4 jawaan padosane hamare ghar pe aayi,

khade-2 kai der tak idhar-udhar ki baaten ladayi,

aur jab bethne ka koi rasta na diya dikhai, to boli,

aunty, humne suna hai

apne silver jewellery ki nayi-2 dukan hai lagayi.

sunkar mummyji unhe bade pyar se bethaya,

phir acche se chai aur nashta karwaya,

nashte ke beech mein hi patidev ko kaha,

“beta, jara idhar to aana

tum jo saaman laye the jara inhe dikhana.”

Patidev jese isi firak mein bethe the,

per turant pratikriya per koi galat na samajhle,

isliye jaan-bujhkar  ethe the.

jara der se bole “ aa raha hun”

aur kaam ke bahane jara aur der laga kar, drawing room mein aaye,

taki waha jaakar unke chehron ki bechani ka acche se lutf uthaye.

saaman dekhte-2 ek sundri  ne apni jubaan phir se kholi,

apne swar ko jara aur meetha karke boli,

“aunty, wo kaha hai?”

mummyji ne pucha “wo kaun?”

kyonki sab to wahi bethe the,

uttar mila “ wahi, aapki bahurani”

idhar sabka hasi ka samvet swar khanka,

udhar mera matha jor se thanka.

kher mummji ne humhe rasoi mein pegaam bhijwaya,

aur humne bhi papa waha hai ka bahana banaya,

mann mein socha accha hua jo bala tali,

waha jaakar unse nahi mili,

varna abhi to yeh charon chup chap namaste karke khisak jati,

aur bahaar jaakar na jaane kaun-2 se kyaas lagati.

Sach pucho to dimag reh-2 kar bhanna raha tha,

aur dil patidev par khar kha raha tha.

chalo kisi terah humne rasoi ka kaam niptaya,

fir patidev ko salatne ka program banaya.

Uss raat mein maarey gusse ke muh fer ke so gayi,

mujhe soya dekh patidev ko bhayankar heraani ho gayi,

unhe laga ki aaj unki kundli se,

shani ki maha dasha puri ho gayi.

unhone socha chalo accha hi hua, varna

yeh apni golmaal kavitaye mujhe sunati,

iska to kuch nahi bigadta,

meri aaj raat ki neend aur jati.

fir bhi patidev ne aakar tatha-kathit apna farz nibhaya,

Bemann se mere kaano mein apna swar tapkaya,

“priye, aaj itni jaldi so gayi?”

bus ji, itna sun na tha ki humaari hudh ho gayi,

palat kar gusse mein boli

sach-2 batana, wo charon padosne,

kabse hai tumhari humjoli.

Patidev bole, kaisi baaten karti ho,

Ye kisne tumhe bhadkaya hai,

Jara bataana, shaadi ke do saal baad bhi,

Tumse bina kahe, humne ghar se bahaar,

Ek kadam bhi bhadaya hai.

Mann-hi-mann socha,

Ha, essa to kabhi nahi hua….

Ek pal to humaara vichar adhar mein latka,

Humne turant sar jhatak kar usey bahaar patka,

Mein kya paagal hun jo bewajah mera satka,

Do saal mein pehli baar mene essa socha hai,

Pakka, pakka daal mein kuch locha hai,

Ye soch-2 kar hamaari choti-2 ankhon mein,

Mote-2 aansu bhar aaye.

Patidev jara ghabraye, bole

Jaan, kyun baat ka batangad banati ho,

Aakhir kis baat pe ulta dimag chalati ho.

Humne lagbhag cheekh kar kaha,

Maana humne ki hai aajtak bahot si naadani,

Par unhone kyun bola hamey mummji ki bahurani,

Patidev jor se hasey, itni si baat per itni heraani,

Mein subak kar boli “kyun, apko bhai-jaan kehne mein,

Kya unki marti thi naani????”

Ab unko maajra kuch kuch samajh mein aaya,

Aakhir wo bhi humeh do saal se jhel rahe the,

Maano aakhade mein dand pel rahe the.

To unhone bhi apni tark shakti ka jaal phelaya,

Bole “priye, tumhari umr hai abhi choti

Jara socho, ab hum kya kare,

Agar unki niyat hi hai khoti.”

Patidev ye bolkar jara dheeme se muskuraye,

Aur hamarey dimag ke saare paase phiraye,

Bus yun samajh lijiye,

Unhone ek hi baat se humeh ghumaya,

Aur prati-prashn, prati-uttar humare dimag mein nahi aaya.

Ab aap puchenge ki bhai baat ka ant kaha hua,

Aji hona kya tha,

Hum haar ke nayi kavita likhne mein kho gaye,

Aur patidev apni vaakbudhi par gurur karte-2 so gaye.

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Hidden behind some long forgotten song,

memories of bygone days, of right and wrong.

Suddenly emerging out of the blue,

hits you hard and leaves you without a clue.

Memories has it own way to remind,

through dreams and some other kind.

Etched in our subconscious till we die,

restless and forgotten, hidden they lie.

So much to remember and so much forgotten,

of places, faces and our true intention.

Look back and the beginning appears hazy,

as I try and ponder in a state comfortable and cozy.

A walk forward and never back but through memories,

trying to figure out times and forgotten stories.

Childhood gone, youth gone and this state in the process,

to look back again one day and try to like now trace.

Memories too many to recollect,

as you grow old, one tends to forget.

Living now but history the very next moment,

now is where we belong and that’s what I meant.

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Pour my thoughts out for its over loaded,

feel my load as they into words get unloaded,

I express not to impress but to connect,

with souls who might like me be of the sect.

My innermost toils and turmoils lay within,

hidden,confined forever, without a shine.

Little modesty out of travesty into rhymed words,

makes me happy like aces when you play cards.

Comments do matter but seldom I care,

as I take the good and the rest I spare.

My thoughts are mine, a little different,

good and bad as I continue to experiment.

Express what I feel base on my experience,

with a tinge of emotion put some sense.

I care not much about what you have to say,

I am my own critic in my own lousy way.

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Have no idea about the things, that took place,
In my absence, as I was in native place,
All the way, I came from there,
To find the office door locked, here.

To whom I can ask, here, anything about,
Do not know, as I see none moving about…

My memory goes back to the good old days,
When friends, used to giggle, in those days,
And chat and it was surely heart warming,
The office staff too was nice and warming.

We used to gather in the garden,
Just, near this red door, now it’s not seen,
During the lunch and coffee time,
Sharing thoughts among us, to pass the time.

We used to celebrate in the office hall,
Just behind this red door,gather all,
Present skit, dannce and song,
Through out the day, all along.

Has the company been shifted somewhere,
Or, is it down, tightly closed, forever?…

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