Fusion Frappe

An Affair With The Rains!

2011-06-12T05:27:00.000-07:00

(It is strange how random people are so curious about my love life which barely exists to my best knowledge! on being asked who was da current flavour in my life, this is what i came up with....)

Flirts shamelessly with me,
catches me offguard,makes me sway
sweeps me off my feet,and,
crazy,unpredictable in all his way.

when i am angry,
it falls slowly to calm me;
and dare i ignore it,
it pours down heavily.

the gentle kiss on my cheeks
the naughty wink in the eye
gives me a feeling,this is for keeps
den comes the time to say goodbye.

brings along a sea of emotions,
of which i cannot see the shore;
teasing me mercilessly, it leaves me,
always, wanting for more.

2011-05-27T13:08:00.000-07:00

स्वयं से दूर हो तुम भी , स्वयं से दूर हैं हम भी ...

बहुत मशहूर हो तुम भी, बहुत मशहूर हैं हम भी ;

बड़े मगरूर हो तुम भी , बड़े मगरूर हैं हम भी ,

अतः मजबूर हो तुम भी , अतः मजबूर हैं हम भी !

it was time...

2010-08-29T07:57:00.000-07:00

It was like a festival that she could celebrate everyday, every moment. She had now reached a stage with him where they could remain silent,comfortably, in each other's company. She knew she wasnt being blinded by any emotion or so. It was , in fact, her awakening from a deep slumber.
Love, as she realised, is the process of adhering two individuals with the bonds of indomitable feelings. It makes one a part of another. consciously and sub-consciously. and wen u try running away from it, it is akin to running away from yourself.

Sometimes, it takes an era to become a woman and smetimes an instant. As his hands, so rough and yet so tender, held her face, sometimes running through her hair, she knew she wasnt a girl anymore.She had lost herself completely in his arms. They were so close that she could smell him. a smell dat she knew would now linger on to her throughout her life. His eyes exuded as much warmth as his breath. There was a sense of eternal commitment in them. His smile announced romance - the kind that ruins a woman of her calmness, his ever-so-courteous ways and chivalry had robbed her composure. She knew that instant she was his from that moment.

It was time to fill some color in the black and white rainbow of her life.again.

रास लीला..

2010-04-12T09:41:00.000-07:00

चोरी - छुपे, चढ़ बैठा अटारी पे ,चोरी से माखन खा गया कान्हा ,
चीर चुराकर गोपियों के , चढ़ वृक्ष पे बैठ के जा गया कान्हा।
कि घाघ था घोर, घना चितचोर था, चोरी में नाम कमा गया कान्हा ,
कि मीरा के रैन के नैन की नींद , और राधा का चैन चुरा गया कान्हा..

राधा की बंजर जीवन क्यारी में, प्रेम का फूल खिला गया कान्हा,
राधा पे छाए विपत्ति के बादल, तो छतरी बन के छा गया कान्हा।
कि राधा हँसी तो हँसा संग में, और रोई तो अश्रु बहा गया कान्हा,
कि कान्हा के अंग समा गयी राधा , औ राधा के अंग समा गया कान्हा॥

त्यागियों में , अनुरागियों में, बड़े भाग्य से नाम लिखा गई राधा,
रंग में कान्हा के ऐसी रंगी, अंग कान्हा के रंग नहा गई राधा।
कि प्रेम है भक्ति से भी बढ़ के, यह बात सभी को सिखा गई राधा,
कि संत-महंत तो ध्याया किये, और माखनचोर को पा गई राधा॥

गोपियाँ गोकुल में थी अनेकों, परन्तु गोपाल को भा गई राधा,
बाँध के पाश में नाथ- नथैया को, काम विजेता बना गई राधा।
कि काम विजेता को , प्रेम-प्रणेता को, प्रेम-पियूष पिला गई राधा,
कि विश्व को नाच नचाता है जो, उस श्याम को नाच नचा गई राधा...

TEACH MY SON,PLEASE...

2009-07-04T06:30:00.000-07:00

People say that 90% of our behavior is due to the habits that we form.From the time we wake up,till we go to sleep,we do everything almost mechanically.Over da years,we develop habits dat determine how wel we do in life.I came across American president Abraham Lincoln's letter to son's teacher which according to me contains all da key ingredients to a successful living.

He will have to learn,I know,
that all men are not just,all men
are not true.
Teach him that for every
scoundrel, there is a hero; that for
every selfish politician, there is
a dedicated leader.
Teach him that for every enemy,
there is a friend. It will take
time,I know, but teach him, if u can,that a dollar earned
is of far more value than five found.
Teach him to learn to lose and also to enjoy winning.
Steer him away from envy,if u can. Teach him
the secret of quiet laughter. Let him learn early
that bullies are easiest to lick.
Teach him,if u can,the wonder of books but
also give him quite sometime to ponder the eternal
mystery of birds in da sky,bees in da sun,and
flowers on da green hillside.
In school, teach him dat it is far more honorable
to fail than to cheat.
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,even if
everyone tells him they are wrong.
Let him have the patience to be brave;
Strength, not to follow da crowd when everyone is
getting on the bandwagon.
Teach him to listen to all men;but teach him also
to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take
only the good that comes through.
Teach him,if u can,how to laugh when he is sad.
Teach him there is no shame in tears.
Teach him to scoff at cynics,and beware of
too much sweetness.
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest
bidders,but never to put a price tag on his heart and his soul.
Teach him to close his ears to the howling mob
and to stand up and fight if
he thinks he is right.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,beacuse
then he will have faith in human kind.

This is a big order; but see what you can do. He is such
a fine fellow,my son!

शहर के हो गए हैं!!!

2009-05-07T12:23:00.000-07:00

एक प्यारा सा गाँव , जिसमें पीपल की छाँव
छाँव में आशियाँ था, एक छोटा मकाँ था,
छोड़कर गाँव को, उस घनी छाँव को,
शहर के हो गए हैं, भीड़ में खो गए हैं...

वो नदी का किनारा,जिसपे बचपन गुजरा,
वो लड़कपन दीवाना,रोज़ पनघट पे जाना,
फिर आई जवानी, बन गए हम कहानी,
छोड़कर गाँव को, उस घनी छाँव को,
शहर के हो गए हैं..भीड़ में खो गए हैं॥

कितने गहरे थे रिश्ते, लोग थे या फ़रिश्ते,
एक टुकडा ज़मीं थी , अपनी जन्नत वहीँ थी,
हाय ये बदनसीबी! नाम जिसका गरीबी,
छोड़कर गाँव को , उस घनी छाँव को,
शहर के हो गए हैं,भीड़ में खो गए हैं॥

यह तो परदेस ठहरा, देश फिर देश ठहरा,
हादसों की ये बस्ती, कोई मेला ना मस्ती,
क्या यहाँ ज़िन्दगी है,हर कोई अजनबी है,
छोड़कर गाँव को,उस घनी छाँव को,
शहर के हो गए हैं, भीड़ में खो गए हैं....

Amidst the morning mist...

2009-04-10T02:22:00.000-07:00

Amidst the morning mist of the swift returning tide
I set out on my daily run, the sunlight shining bright.

Lost within my private world apart from cares and woes
I ran along the moistened shore, the sand between my toes.

In the distance, I saw a boy, as busy as can be.
He was running, stooping, picking up, and tossing in the sea.

Just what he threw, I couldn’t tell, I looked as I drew near.
It seemed to be a rock or shell – as I approached him I could hear,

“Back you go, where you belong. You’re safe now, hurry home.
Your family’s waiting for you little starfish, rush along!”

It seemed the evening tide had washed the starfish on the shore,
And the swift receding water left a thousand there, or more.

And this self-appointed savior, was trying one-by-one
To toss them back into the sea, against the racing sun.

I saw his plight was hopeless, that most of them would die.
I called out from my private world, “Hey kid, why even try?”

“Must be at least a thousand here, strewn along the beach,
And even if you had the time, most you will never reach.

You really think it makes a difference, to waste your time this way?”
And then I paused and waited, just to hear what he would say.

He stooped and took another, and looked me in the eye.
“It makes a difference to this one sir, this starfish will not die!”

With that, he tossed the little life back where there was hope.
He stooped to save another. I could tell this was no joke.

Those few words that he spoke to me cut like a surgeon’s knife.
Where I saw only numbers, he saw only life.

He didn’t see the multitude of starfish on the sand.
He only saw the little life he held there in his hands.

He didn’t stop to argue, to prove that he was right.
He just kept tossing starfish in the sea with all his might.

So I, too stooped, and I picked up, and I tossed into the sea,
And I thought, oh, what a difference that this one soul made in me.

-----Randy Poole

who has died?

2009-04-10T00:48:00.000-07:00

i cannot see
i cannot hear
i cannot even touch or feel.
i am no more,
but i know what is going on...

they carry me,
on their shoulders,
like rusted pillars,
the dead mass.
only a liability...

the unconcerned band,
moves on.
already having forgotten who they mourn for...

we have turned into a herd,
forgetting that we initially,
are humans...

i have pictured my journey
in those days
of mine,
when flowers lose thier hue
and birds sing no more...

when the sun and the moon
have all lost interest in you,
i have experienced it surrealistically...

when my hair have turned grey
and nobody has noticed.
when the mornings haven't felt new
but only repeated
i have felt...

my last journey
a thoughtless procession
marching only because its a compulsion
and then i smile...

at the whole world,
at its impotency.
because it is the one
who has died,
and i the lone pillar
am carrying it...

आधुनिक नारी

2009-04-09T12:37:00.000-07:00

कौन कहता है ,आज अनारी हैं औरतें;
जबकि खींच रही मर्दों की गाड़ी हैं औरतें।
गृहस्थी के बोझ से, डरते हुए मानव को,
बनकर मिसाल सिखा रही,आज की औरतें॥

कर्तव्य के निर्वाह से, मुख मोड़ते हुए मानव को,
आज नई राह दिखा रही हैं औरतें।
लहू को पसीने में बदल अपने तन के,
पुरूषों को श्रम-साध्य बना रही हैं औरतें॥

बैंक हो या दफ्तर, या कि पाठशाला,
कार्य का हर क्षेत्र, इनके लिए मधुशाला।
कहाँ लौ बखान करो, इनकी बड़ाई
प्रशासन में भूमिका, निभा रही हैं औरतें॥

नारी आज अबला नही,आंखों में ना पानी,
सार्थक है आज कि नारी कि जवानी।
पुरूषों से सताई हुई, युग - युग से नारी,
रंगमंच पे पुरूषों को नचा रही हैं औरतें॥

खेत से खलिहान तक, नारी ही नारी;
आज की नारी की , करामात है न्यारी।
चारदीवारी में कैद नही आज की नारी,
उत्पादन में नई क्रांति,ला रही हैं औरतें॥

भीरु नहीं,नारी है साक्षात दुर्गा,
शक्ति रूपिणी नारी की होती है पूजा.
मनु , दुर्गावती, चाँदबीवी , इंदिरा,
मिसाल ये बहादुरी की, आज की औरतें...

- सुरेश चंद्र गुप्ता , रूबी गुप्ता.

a woman i knew

2009-04-09T10:51:00.000-07:00

Dark, black hair, a really small nose,a little Mongolian if you ask me,generally sweet, and of course- due to successive roll numbers- my unit test partner.
From my first acquaintance with her, i remember she asked me if i had an extra unit test sheet [we were supposed to get our own sheets].
i did.

Take care, dear friend, wherever you are.
i wish i could tell u, i still have an extra unit test sheet, and still, as willingly as i did then, will give it to you.

silence pervades

2009-04-09T03:47:00.000-07:00

silence pervades
into the darkness it is swallowed
the blurry darkness
isn't nightfall
it is the abscence of fire
from within.
the sun is melancholy
having fallen prey to its own
demons.
i try to peirce darkness
somewhere around the void
a glimmer of hope
sensitizing my eyes
not blinding them
i try to reach out
and feel it
only to be
brought back to life.
darkness
my sedated soul
self immolation is
the only way out
sting me with fire
i say
and bring me excruciating peace
i'l burn in heaven,
i know.
The conspiracy
i realise
the inevitable
my passive demise .

asamanjas

2009-04-06T12:12:00.000-07:00

'रिश्ते - नाते झूठे हैं, बात का झमेला है;
जाने मेरी किस्मत ने ,क्या-क्या खेल खेला है...
कल भी दिल अकेला था,आज भी अकेला है.....'

ज़िन्दगी में कई बार ऐसे दोराहे आते हैं जहाँ एक ही रास्ता चुनना पड़ता है.इस असमंजस की स्थिती से स्वयं को उबार लेना अपने आप में एक उपलब्धि है.कई दफा तो यह तक समझ नही आता,की आख़िर क्या सही है और क्या नही....ऐसे में अपनी प्राथमिकताओं की पूर्ति के ध्यान के चक्कर में हम अक्सर उन छोटी-छोटी बातों को अनदेखा कर जाते हैं,जिनका हमारी निजी जिंदगी पर गहरा असर पड़ता है।
कहते हैं कि जब तक इंसान चोट ना खाए,उसे दर्द का एहसास नही होता....बीते हुए कई लम्हे यूँ ही बार-बार ख्यालों में आकर एक टीस-सी दे जाते हैं.जहाँ कई लोग बीती बातों को भुला कर आगे बढ़ जाते हैं,वहीं कुछ ऐसे भी होते हैं जो चाहकर भी अपने अतीत से अपना दामन नही छुड़ा पाते.कभी-कभार जब आज कष्ट दे और आने वाला कल धुंधला जान पड़े,तो यही यादें सहारा देती हैं....भले ही इन यादों का सुख क्षणिक क्यूँ न हो,ये कितना कुछ बदल जाती हैं......!!