ज़िन्दगी का फलसफा भी कितना अजीब है शामें कटती नहीं और साल गुज़रते चले जा रहे है.

-पीयूष मिश्रा

Translation -

How strange is the philosophy of life, the evenings do not end and the years are passing by.

- Piyush Mishra

Days have passed, so have months.

At some point, during that time, my mind has been a blank piece of sheet, and my thoughts flowing like the ink of a broken pen.

I, and many here and there - probably, felt lost and lonely.

But everything is ephemeral, even these temporary feelings, that keep going and knocking back on my door, sometimes.

Sometimes, coming inside like a storm we try to protect ourselves from,

sometimes we decide to let them in, even welcoming with a smile, curious to learn more.

Some people call it growth, some healing, or just life.

Isn’t that life just a perpetual stream of changes and adaptations, to circumstances, people, and ourselves anyway.

Self portrait in Mumbai. May 2020

Waise bhi,

kahan fursat hua karti thi loggo ke paas

Ek dusre ke liye.

Words are void out there

I rather prefer

Listen to the silence

Ajeeb sa dar beth jata hai aqsar

Humare maan main

Lekin socho tho

In sabh baato ke liye

Waqt kam hai

Aur zindagi bhi bohot choti

Zara aana

yahan mere pass,

beth te hain.

Tum aur main

aur do cup chai.

Kuch kahaniyan sunaungi,

kuch tumhari sunungi.

Zara aana

yahan mere pass,

Guzarte hain kuch paal.

stormy clouds and rough waves,

these turbulences,

it shall pass.

nothing lasts forever.

in guzre hue paal ka sukoon

mumbai | may 20

I remember, few days back, that smell of food hitting my sense, reminding me a specific restaurant we use to go with my mom back home. I then remembered, those other places we use to go with my friends, those moments. Then I felt missing all this, and again, remembered, that other feeling of emptiness that hunts me when I am in Paris. I have been thinking, since time is given to us, about it. How, back there, I will feel a hole again, the feeling of not belonging, of not being at the right place.

Thinking of what actually “Home” means. I heard sometimes, someone can provide you that feeling, just some place. Is it where you were born and live, where you have your routine. Is it where your loved ones are. I feel, home is here for me. It is familiar. Not being a total stranger to that land and these souls. My heart probably recognized it as Home even before having spent much time here. It is just where I feel whole, and complete. Home is just that.

Phir se aa jati hai milne tanhai

Aqsar jo achi lagti

Lekin na jaane kiyon aaj

Saath main dard leh aayi

Yeh dil lagta hai kabhi thanda kabhi khali

Aaj hai kaafi baari

Log

Mausam ki tarah

Badalte rehte hain

Humari fitrat hi aisi hai

People use soft words

As weapons

To break your heart

Afsos hai

Ke ishq

Har ek ke kismat main nahi likha

झुक रही है भूमि बाईं ओर, फ़िर भी
कौन जाने?
नियति की आँखें बचाकर,
आज धारा दाहिने बह जाए।

जाने
किस किरण-शर के वरद आघात से
निर्वर्ण रेखा-चित्र, बीती रात का,
कब रँग उठे।
सहसा मुखर हो
मूक क्या कह जाए?

सम्भव क्या नहीं है आज-
लोहित लेखनी प्राची क्षितिज की,
कर रही है प्रेरणा,
यह प्रश्न अंकित?

कौन जाने
आज ही नि:शेष हों सारे
सँजोये स्वप्न,
दिन की सिध्दियों में
कौन जाने
शेष फिर भी,
एक नूतन स्वप्न की सम्भावना रह जाए।

-  बालकृष्ण राव

शर=  बाण, तीर, बरछी या भाले का फल की परिभाषा.

निर्वर्ण = अवर्णी, वर्णनहीन, अवर्णक, रंगहीन.

मुखर = वाचाल, वाक्‌पटु, बातूनी.

लोहित =  रक्त, लाल (विस्तार में अर्थ यहाँ पढ़ें)

प्राची =  पूर्व दिशा, पूरब.

निःशेष =  जिसका कुछ भी अंश बाकी न बचा हो। जिसका कुछ भी न रह गया हो। पूरा; समूचा; पूरी तरह से समाप्त या सम्पन्न किया हुआ काम.