Say a Little Prayer! A compelling read.

 

Om shanti…
Om shanti…
Om.
Chant. Recite. Scream.
Scream Loud.

Hello, anyone in there?
Can you hear me?
Its me. Hellos…

Ever wondered does God hear us? Do our prayers reach him? Since childhood our deep-rooted cultures taught us to pray. Prayers upon the first rise, prayers for the first morsel, prayers before bed. Prayers say it all.

‘Prayers’ – the tiny messengers to God.

From my kidding days to greying today, I’ve mastered my prayers thoroughly. As time grew my mental maths got much weaker but my prayers grew larger and stronger. Unshakable pillars engraved inside me, I guess.

 Truly undisputed. Aren’t they?

What is a Prayer?
It often makes me ponder. On a simplified note I’d rather say its my heartfelt convo with my 3.00 am buddy – God. Also it could be some kinda group talkathon which reels loud mantras and shlokas in bold chants. Is it a propaganda too of the societal rights and the wrongs we follow. Can prayer be ‘The spiritual habitat?’

Can a prayer compel me to look deep within and know the real me?

Prayer with Technology
Today, everything comes at our comfort lap. We need not seek hibernation in Himalayas and meditate with penance for days and months to reach out to God. Google Apps saved us. Our lives are much sorted. Technology helps us bridge the gap. Prayer is more of an User experience (UX) today. With the flexibility in its nature it offers an adaptable interface. One can program it and re-program it much to his/her suitable needs. All it takes is a simple tweet with a send button no matter where you are. The scores pomp a million views with a thousand likes on your desktop. I’m sure it has reached the palmtop of God too and now your prayer ought to be answered in a quickie.

 Are we nurturing a generation of mockery to follow the wisdom of Ai rather than the power of our own heartfelt?

I am stalking God
I follow God everywhere. Why? Because I fear. My fear is gripped tight underneath my heels and takes me places far and near. The dilemma of ‘What ifs’ is a choco-block in my head. Am I inviting some bad episode? Its like a game. One rule missed and the bad omen gets a ‘life’. The fear allows me to trade with God. Commerce is in my DNA. Bargains and exchanges become the primary oaths of my prayer.

 Am I challenging the very being of God and the immortal strength in prayers?

I am an Atheist
I don’t pray. I don’t believe in it. I don’t know its type. The non-prayer is my real type – my true religion. That’s my pattern. Prayer ain’t in captivity but in liberation. Prayer lies in a simple connect with the nature. The painter is an atheist. He hyms a prayer with his abstract. He worships the hues of his palette. His picture paints beautiful dots with God. The writer is an atheist. His pen conveys volumes of meaningful and desired conversations with God. The yogi is an atheist. His meditation is a path of zen to God. The warrior is an atheist. Courage is his release. And the strength to knock life back in its boots is his sole path to God.

To me prayer is what I send as a signal wave in nature and in return mother nature gifts it back to me. Prayer is in chaos and love, both. Its in a gentle smile, a warm hug and a cheeky peck of simple love. It’s a loud unheard voice of my inner silence. It’s the small humdrum of my soulspeak. Prayer is the faith of my will. It’s a discipline that I strictly follow obey its rules by heart. Its in the sublime power to submit to the light of my inner self and come in unison with the outer cosmos. Prayer is to heal me with my rights and wrongs of life. I call it my safety belt – my very own being.

I ring a prayer everyday. Do you?

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Chhapak – Inspired by the upcoming movie release of the real life acid attack survivor – Laxmi Aggarwal

Ae musafir…
Ruk zara,
Dekh, yahan…
Thoda wahan bhi…

Aankhen band kar,
Mann ki nazar khol,
Paaoge mujhe,
Meri rooh ko.
Mere ehsaas ko.

Main bani aarzoo,
Main rahoon sach,
Pehchaan mujhe…
Main hoon woh,
Main thodi si ‘Chhapak’.

…Na dekh mera rang,
Na dekh mera roop,
Main pyaari Chhapak,
Keval dekh; mera mann.

Nazar na rakh kayar,
Aankhein na juka sharam si,
Main masoom Chhapak,
Dua kar; zamaana rahe paak.

Andhere ka mooh kaala,
Ujaale pe kyon laga taala,
Main timtimati Chhapak,
Sitaaron sa; mera aashiyana.

Dard ki na koi bhasha,
Satya ki na koi zubaan,
Main adbhut Chhapak,
Insaaf bana; jeevan ka saath.

Phir ek daur aaya,
Hua naya janam,
Mita nishaan kalank ka.
Badal ne bahein kholi,
Hawa ne khuli saans li,
Gun gunati main yunhi boli,
Main thodi si ‘Chhapak’.

Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…

Celebrating National Poetry Month – ‘April’

Aaj mausam tanha hai,
Pal kuch khafa hai,
Thodi si pehchaan toh do.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Mohobbat se aaj ishq hai!

Shabdon ne racha mayajaal,
Mann phir bhi na de sukoon,
Aitbaar teri nishaani ka.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Sile hoth bole nayi kahaani!

Banjaaro ki basti badi,
Dil-da-badshah ek,
Pyaar di sachi talaash.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Intezaar ki dastak bani deewangi!

Dil tu kyon qaidi hai,
Chodd saath bewafa ka,
Sunn pukar khule aasman ki.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Apne hi mohalle se tu fanaa hai!

Ae, zindagi poochoon main aaj,
Aakhir tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Bata, kya tera raaz.

Agar, sawal hai tu.
Toh wajah bhi tu.

Agar, nafrat bani tu.
Toh ulfat bhi tu.

Agar, mazhab rahe tu.
Toh matlab bhi tu.

Agar, mera aks tu.
Toh, chaaya bhi tu.

Agar, dard de tu.
Toh, dawa bhi tu.

Agar, tamashaa bana tu.
Toh, haqueeqat bhi sirf tu.

Tu hai junoon.
Tu hi kare jung.

Ae, zindagi tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Aaj, gulha hawa mein tera shahed hai,
Tujhse hi main rahoon,
Mujh mein hi tu rahe.

Ae, zindagi…
Tu kyon khaamosh hai?

Khwaaish! – Desire

Jitni shiddat se paana chahu,
Utni dooor tu jaana chahe,
Tehr gaya mera mann bhi,
Kya tu khwaab hai, ya koi haqueeqat!

Ruka hoon paas aane ko,
Aaz bhi badhti chali,
Saansein meri tham gayi,
Kya tu sach hai, ya koi saazish!

Ban jaa dil ki aarzoo,
Rooh ki tamanna bhi tu,
Poori kar mere lab ki khwaaish,
Kya tu chahat hai, ya koi numaaish!

Iss raat ki ho na subah,
Deep jale; roshan bane chandni,
Shama pighalti gayi,
Kya tu ijazzat hai, ya dil ki zamaanat!

 

Apna time aayega…

Toasting ‘1st anniversary’ to Ad Passions Infinite – 23/01/18 to 23/01/19.

Beedi poori phookh daali,
Chilum bola; bhai apun bhi tere saath,
Yaad mein nikla sirf dhuan.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Katte pe raha intezaar,
Ek…ich pyaali mein apna pyaar,
Socha aayegi aaj toh bahaar.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Lamp-post ki batti gul,
Gully mein andhera full,
Billo rani banegi bijli.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Signal pe dum mara,
Lal, pili dekhta raha,
Hari pe hui gaadi chalu.
Baap, apni toh ho..re..lli hai shuru.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Gateway se banstand tak chala,
Pathar pe naam bhi likh daala,
Issh…strong banegi apni kahaani.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Apni bhi private gaadi,
Neeli batti wali Auto niraali,
Ek…ich seat pe chipke apun dono,
Aaju-baju bajega no pandu.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Gulab pakda haath mein,
Candle light ka booking dhabe pe,
Darling, pyaar se kha toh lo,
Kya tasty…ichh hai chicken masala.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Johri apni ki jeb ke andar,
Anguthi pahuchi ghar ke bheetar,
Maar hi daala mauke pe chouka,
Tu…ich maangta apun ke dil ko.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Shaadi banayegi apne se,
Kholi liya tere waaste,
Einglis medium ki paltan apunki,
Kya banegi tu ab; meri baiko?
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…

Maai ki dua!

Ek des mera,
Ek gaon mera,
Gaon mein rehti meri maai,
Saath na chootein kabhi tera,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Kudrat teri paanch oongli,
Bhinn soch paanchon ki,
Band karlu moothi banjaye,
Saath na tootein ek moothi ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Sar zameen ko salaam mera,
Raah meri maine hai chooni,
Modh na le alag inn raaston ka,
Saath na badlein dishaaon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Samundar teri khoob badi gehrai,
Pyaas alag sabke mann ko bhaayie,
Dhaara yunh behti banke Ganga,
Saath na ruke tere boondon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Gulshan khile baghbaan ka,
Khooshboo bani rajnigandha ki,
Kesariya rang bikhra baadal mein,
Saath na mitein sugandh ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Vichaar alag, bhasha anek,
Basera wahi sabka ek,
Lehrata tiranga gagan mein rang laya,
Saath na bhoolein mitti ke lahu ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Sparsh! – A touch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jahus_0mysI

Samundar ke tat par,
Aayi ek leher oonchi,
Khaara paani bheega le gayi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe choo aa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Dooor dooor tak faili,
Ret ki lambi chaadar,
Komal chaav se lipti rahi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe sarahyaa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Chadhta suraj apni jawaani mein,
Peeli roshni neele amber mein,
Odh lu kesariya rang chunar ka,
Oof kya tumne mujhe bikhraya…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

O ri chori, ab sun le mari zara,
Halki muskaan ki meethi hasi hoon main,
Khaamosh zubaan ka alfaz hoon main,
Sulagti aag ki shama hoon main,
Dhadakte dil ki aag hoon main,
Dabe ehsaas ka raaz hoon main,
Rom rom ki pukar hoon main,

Teri rooh mein hoon main tehra,
Meera ke mann ka hoon main basera.
Kisan mein hai tera sparsh,
Tujse hi hoon main,
Mujhse hi hai teri leela,
Main hoon tera sparsh.

 

Maa – Strength!

I wail in tears,
A gentle smile lifts me.

I fall in stupor,
The mighty lift wakes me.

I fail to giant storms,
A warm pat puts my grip back.

I loath in sadness,
A brave heart pours courage in me.

I succumb to defeat,
An innate warrior flushes hot blood again.

Ye ye… I wonder in awe,
Who is this?
Where does it hail from?

A mellow voice rings in my ears,
I am the ‘Strength’.
I am infinite.
I gave you life.
I yielded you.
My womb nurtured you,
To live for eternity.
I am your ‘Maa’.
I am your Strength.

Dedicated to my Mom. You melt in the cosmos but your undying spirit is the charisma of my strength. Love you, Maa!

First Kiss! – On Fire Cultural Movement page on Facebook (Week 4 Poetry)

Halki hawa ka jhoka aaya,
Mohabbat ka toofan laaya,
Preet bano tum meri,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Udta hara dupatta tera,
Lipta neele aasman ko,
Khanakti kangan main thaam lu,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Reshami zulfein mahek laaye,
Rang isha ka yunhi lehraye,
Saaz koi chedu dil ke kone ka,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Bekarar dil ki awaaz sunn,
Sailaab jazbaaton ka behne do,
Ban jao tum wajah mere ehsaas ki,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

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