gypsy in the rain


ना जाओ तुम गोकुल, कान्हा…
March 30, 2010, 11:48 pm
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ना जाओ कान्हा अब तुम गोकुल
के राधा तुम्हे हर दिन कोसे …
बैठी थी हर दिन वो आस लगाए ..
हर दिन वो आंसू पोंछे..

है संसार में जो भी वो रिश्ते निभाये..
ना कोई रिश्ता था झूठा
एक तुम चले गए मथुरा, छोड़ उसे….
तबसे उसका खुदसे रिश्ता टुटा..

हर नारी धर्म निभाया उसने..
खुद रही तुझ बिन अधूरी..
तेरे नाम से पहले लिखते उसका नाम..
पर उसकी आँखे रही कोरी..

ना किसीको थी उससे शिकायत…
के प्यार ना उसने दिया…
पर कान्हा, तेरी याद में..,
दोहरी जिंदगी का हर पल है उसने जिया…

तुम जब थे मगन अपनी जिंदगी में…
राधा रोई यमुना किनारे..
तुम तो थे हर किसी के पर…
राधा थी जिंदा तेरी बांसुरी के सहारे…

माना के तुम आये थे यहाँ…
सब कुछ था लिखा पहले से…
छोड़कर क्यों गए तुम उसको..
देकर सारे दिन ठहरे से…

ठहरे से है दिन उसके बचपन में…
जब कान्हा तुझ से वो झगड़ती थी…
अरे दुष्ट, उसे छोड़कर न जाता…
कितना प्यार भी तो वो तुझ से करती थी…

तू है बड़ा स्वार्थी, कान्हा…
तुझे उठाना था गोवर्धन अपनी ऊँगली पे…
हर सांस वो लेती रही तेरे नाम से…
कान्हा था विराज उसके चेहरे पे…

अब तू जा तो रहा है गोकुल,
पाने मुक्ति उसके बंधन से….
न वो तुझे जाने देगी अब…
तुझे बाँध रखा अपने आँगन में….

तू होगा राजा कही का…
होगा देवता किसी का….
दर्द दिया तुने राधा को इतना…
के जन्मो तक तू बंधा रहेगा उसीका…

दर्द का रिश्ता दिया है तुने उसको…
सींचा राधा ने उसको अपनी आँखों से…
अब जो तू निकला है आखरी सफ़र पे….
निकल नहीं सकता तू उलझी राहो से….

तू निकल नहीं सकता, कान्हा….
उन उलझी राहो से….
ना जाना तुम गोकुल, कान्हा…
जल उठोगे राधा की आहो से…

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A heart to share…
March 18, 2010, 1:27 pm
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I know that I can fight,
nobody sees my silent cries…
my paining heart sheds tears,
behind your open eyes…

I’ve had many moments…
when I just want to mourn…
but as you suddenly come before me,
I try to act so strong…

I tell myself, I need nothing in life…
to be smiling and alive…
though I have sensed it always…
my soul waits for something to arrive…

I close my eyes to hide my tears…
and run through a tunnel so long…
my lonely voice scares me,
my heart beats go wrong…

I wish, I had a pair of eyes…
to look after me when I closed mine,
a kind hand on my shoulder…
a song of breaths… which rhymes…

I dont desire the sun
so high with all the light…
A flame of love would be enough
to make my route little bright…

I’ll walk to the end of it…
where it opens in the free air
I’ll breathe that peace in my lungs
if I have someone to share…
my joys, my pains, my losses, my gains…
my life, my breath, my belief, my faith…



Footprints… – a poem my father told…
March 18, 2010, 12:32 pm
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My father always wanted me to believe in God. Not that I dont believe, it’s just that his ways are different than mine. He was very serious when he narrated this poem to me on 16th March 2010… He had read this poem in Ratna Memorial hospital when my mom was not well. And he still remembers it… not exact words but the meaning… He narrated it in Hindi for me and an uncle… in his voice… I felt it was the best gift from a father to his daughter… I searched for this poem …. and it goes like this….
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed of walking along the shores of different lands.
I could tell that You were with me by the footprints in the sand.
As I gazed upon the heavens, I saw pages of my life.
It was then I realized that You remained there by my side.
When the clouds began to gather and the rains came falling down,
I looked to only find one set of footprints on the ground.
I said, “Lord, why did You leave me in the troubled times of life?
I believed that You would always walk beside me day and night.”
(Then I heard:) “My precious child, I’d never leave you.
I have carved you on the hollow of My hand.
It’s then I carried you in My arms,
When you see one set of footprints in the sand”
Dear Lord, will You be with me as I travel through the years?
Will You be there in the struggles? Will You wipe away the tears?
As my eyes turn toward the ocean and the shores of distant lands,
I’m still thinking of the single set of footprints in the sand.
(I heard Him say:) “My precious child, I’d never leave you.
I have carved you on the hollow of My hand.
It’s then I carried you in My arms,
When you see one set of footprints in the sand.”
Will I hear the angels singing, as my life comes to an end.
Oh Lord, I long to see You. Will You be there once again?
My eyes turn toward the heavens, along the path of foreign lands,
Once more, I’m thinking of the set of footprints in the sand.
(Jesus said:) “My precious child, I’d never leave you.
See your name carved on the hollow of My hand.
I’m here to carry you to your home.
You will see one set of footprints in the sand…