about myself

I am a new born baby who lived so far unconsciously with a particular frame of reference finds extremely difficult to perceive and hence to define this world. My set of assumptions and principles, that were defining my uniqueness and personality, are vacillating and hence resulting into feeble decision making. I feel myself more perceptive- not judgmental – with all my senses trying to formulate new sets of assumptions and principles. Certainly-with a new frame of reference- the definition of ‘I’ would have some relevance.

I'm Back

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प्रियसी

होगा सवेरा चौखट पर फिर, अंगडाइयाँ जब दम तोडेंगी।
ऊषा की प्रथम किरण इस मुख पर जब अंकित होगी।

हे मेरी प्रियसी ! इन पलकों के खुलने से पहले तुम इनमे समा जाना।
मेरी धमनियों में रम जाना।

फिर मैं इन नयनों को खोलुंगा.....बस एक कृपा और कर देना।
इन नयनों से कभी निकल न जाना।
कभी निकल न जाना।

Thinking

The process of thinking has been changing quite drastically as many things happened in last few days and I learnt a lot from them.
I don't know what's happening with me? Even I am unable to recognize these changes. This materialist world doesn't fascinate me anymore. Books have become my only best friend. I want to live with them only. Rest seems to me as useless and senseless.
I'm an optimistic person and hope that these changes will also help in some way in the future.

I'm back

sorry for not writing anything in last few weeks. I was a bit busy in my usual affairs. But now all that things are over and I'll try to be regular with you my dear blog.
Many things happened in last one month, some are good while some are bad. The good thing is that I have dropped the idea of doing MBA after my graduation and have started preparing for IAS. The bad news is that I haven't written any poem so far after 'Sarhad' but will definately try to write something in next few days.
Let's hope to come back to original life.

पहेली

जिंदगी हर पल नए सवाल खडा करती है. . . .

सवालों में हर बार इक पहेली हुआ करती है. . . .

कब तक इन पहेलियों में जकडता जाऊंगा मैं.....

कब तक अपने विचारों से लडता रहूंगा मैं.....

पता नहीं पर....

अन्‍त की तलाश में शायद खुद मैं एक पहेली बन गया हूं।

मधुशाला (8)

लालायित अधरों से जिसने, हाय, नहीं चूमी हाला,

हर्ष-विकंपित कर से जिसने, हा, न छुआ मधु का प्याला,

हाथ पकड़ लज्जित साकी का पास नहीं जिसने खींचा,

व्यर्थ सुखा डाली जीवन की उसने मधुमय मधुशाला।

The extent upto which I could translate it;

" The one who couldn't kiss the wine with his thirsty lips. The one who couldn't touch the cup of wine with his jubilant hands. The one who couldn't snatch the shy bar girl towards himself has dried up his tavern of life. "