for those who have to celebrate their "दिवाली", without Light...

दिवाली

दुलहन सी सजी हैं दुकानें

चमकती कंडिलें महकते पकवान...

हर तरफ तांता लगा है लोगों का...

लाखों आये हैं,जलसे मे मेहमान।।।

अब आतिशबाजियां हुई शुरू...

बजते पटाखे और उड़ते जहाज...

होता है हड़कंप, ऐसे ना कभी भी...

लगता है जैसे.... “दिवाली” है आज।।।

लोग यहाँ मदमस्त नाचते...

ढोल नगाड़े, बेखौफ बजाते...

मिलकर गले सब,खुशियाँ मानते...

जलाके फुलझड़ियाँ,आँखे चौधाते।।।

मैं भी टटोलती,कोने झुग्गी के...

जहां कभी, संभाला था 'दीया'...

पर देगा कोई..क्या तेल दीये-भर?

या रहेगा अंधेरा..फिर आशियाना मेरा...।।।

a JOURNEY...

It’s a JOURNEY… and we are ‘blind passengers’, sitting in the train…

A train that passes through station to station…

Though it stops at every station… so that we will ‘identify ours’ and will alight over it…

But unfortunately, even hearing the noise of vendors and people over there… we could not see, at which we have reached.

It is not that, we can’t ask to the person sitting beside of us… but what can be the worse…

“He is also BLIND.”

This way we travel for our whole life…just in delusion that someday someone will come to us to let us know, that ‘we are reached’…

but not everyone is not fortunate enough to have this privilege…

May someday we will break our ‘numbness’ and will make noise for the DESTINATION we have to reach…

And although it would be wrong, but we will dare to come down on a PLATFORM…!!!

On the Peace Day...

We are one. Not just by having same colour of blood that flows into our veins, but by having same soul. When He (GOD) don’t differentiate in nourishing us, then how we can possess something and let others deprived. Is it justified that for entertaining the stupid ambitions of some people we mould our thoughts in way they think?

The world is for us and history yells that violence and wars always makes boundaries, it never joined society but always break it. Although it would be the frequent ceasefires violation between India and Pak, drowning of thousands of refugees in Europe or brutal beheading by ISIS militants, violence and extremism always killed innocence of world.

Matter is not to vanish all physical boundaries or to change mindset of people make it... as it may not practically possible. It is just to enlighten our hearts to develop compassion for others, one who live next to the so-called boundaries. Because sooner or later it works, unless Jesus and Buddha would not be worshiped today. Matter is; that never an innocent will be killed by the bullet of someone ambition. Let us join hands on this #Peace_Day to become non violent and full of compassion.

Acceptance

Acceptance is the strength, not weakness. Every day in our life we find various situations which force us to act against our will. It is not just mere situations, but the part of life itself, in many cases. We find sometimes we can escape, but it is not actually works for the long run. By the time we see ourselves, dragged forcefully over the path which our life demands. Helplessly and unwillingly we have to follow it.
Acceptance gives us strength to handle these situations, with full of our energy. It is also expands our insight about the reality of life. We generally think that, to accept the situations will mould us and distort us ultimately. But I think it is for those who never analyze and accept everything as their destiny. Those who analyze the life a little and closely introspect themselves, Acceptance become their power and also blossoms their awareness about the Life.

खुदा

अनोखा ये एहसास है, खुद में मिल जाने का...

कमियों के बीच कहीं, पूरा सा दीखता हूँ...

व्यथाए कुछ कम हैं, द्वेष भी नहीं रहा ...

लगता है जैसे की, खुद को पा लिया ||

अब ना अकेला हूँ, जिन्दगी के सफ़र में...

जज्बा भी कहीं अब दीखता नहीं टूटता...

विश्वाश की डोर ये, कही तो बधीं है...

लगता है जैसे की, खुद को मैंने पा लिया ||

अब ना है निराशा, ना ही तो कमी है...

जवाब हर सवाल का, मुझमे ही कहीं है...

करम ये तेरा है, मेरा कुछ भी नहीं.... ऐ खुदा !!

लगता है जैसे की, तुझको मैंने पा लिया ||

                                    अभय कुमार

                                    १६ अप्रैल २०१५

समंदर

कहीं मैयत, तो कहीं महफ़िलें देखता हूँ...
कहीं धोखा तो कहीं लोग सच्चे देखता हूँ...
कहीं खिलती आँखे, तो कहीं आंसू देखता हूँ...
कहीं आलिशान महल तो कहीं ठिठुरते बच्चे देखता हूँ |

कहीं बेबस बुढ़ापा तो कहीं मधहोश जवानी देखता हूँ...
कहीं टूटते ख्वाब तो कहीं बुलंदियां झुकते देखता हूँ...
कहीं मोहोबत्त तो कहीं लम्बी रंजिशे देखता हूँ...
शांत वादियों में भी कभी बस्तियां लुटते देखता हूँ ||

कहीं अटूट विश्वाश तो कहीं टूटते मंदिर देखता हूँ...
घनघोर अंधेरों में भी कभी उजियारे अन्दर देखता हूँ...
देखता हूँ कभी, उफनती इस सागर की लहरों को...
बंद आँखों से कभी, खुद में ये समंदर देखता हूँ |||

By.... अभय कुमार
4 feb 2015

Surrender yourself... to the GOD who takes away all our imprudence and sins...

Surrender

Through the days on burning sand,
I walked bare footed and sweat.
Never wished for my dry throat,
A drop of water to wet.

All the moments I always ran,
Without a shelter or shade.
No matter u did never notice,
I was always quiet and glad.

I fainted and rose, and fainted and rose,
But let my steps on desert way.
Accepted the pain whenever u gave.
“No” never I put, the order u gave.

My master I know; I’m slave of yours.
It’s nothing the toil whatever I do,
When a day will come; I’ll lay down,
I know you’ll take in lap of you…

Abhay Kumar

जो निश्चल है, हर पल समर्पित है… उस माँ को मेरी "अभिव्यक्ति" समर्पित ॥

अभिव्यक्ति

ना मिलते मुझको शब्द कोई,

जिससे तुझको मैं व्यक्त करूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

तेरी निश्चल सी वो आंखें,

गर दर्द मुझे हो, रोती हैं।

फ़िर हंसता मुझको देखकर,

खुद यूं ही वो हंस देती हैं।

उन आंखों की खुशी के लिये,

हर पल को मैं अर्पण करूं,

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

                                 तेरी कोमल सी वो बातें,

                              सहलायें मेरी हर सांसें।

  लोरी तेरी गूंजें हर पल,

सहमायें जब मुझको रातें।

तेरे मुख के हर शब्दों को,

दिल में अपने ही मैं भर लूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

सह पाती ना एक आह मेरी,

हर दर्द मेरा पी लेती तू।

जब कभी मुझे ठोकर लगती,

झट से गोदी ले लेती तू।

माँ दर्द कभी ले के तेरा,

अपना जीवन साकार करूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

मैं रहूं सफ़ल इस जीवन में,

तू करती है बस आस यही।

जब गिरे कभी विश्वास मेरा,

आती मुझको बस याद तू ही।

आशीष तेरा हर पल मुझपे,

कैसे यूं ही पथ से भटकूं।

माँ तू है एक अनन्त कोई,

कैसे खुद को अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

माँ शब्द तू ही, है अर्थ तू ही,

है जीवन का आधार तू ही।

माँ ब्रम्ह तू ही, आनन्द तू ही,

मैं हूं इसकी भी वजह तू ही।

तू रहे सदा इस दुनिया में,

इन सांसों पे सिमरन करूं।

माँ सच मे है, अनन्त कोई…

कैसे इसको अभिव्यक्त करूं॥

“ये पक्तियाँ मेरी माँ को समर्पित”

अभय कुमार

How We Take.

I remember a story, in which a man thrown all the diamonds into the sea. He thought that they were stones, as he had been sick due to his unawareness, and as soon as he brought that piece of stone, front of his eyes, he fainted seeing the brilliance of that. But then, he couldn't do anything besides regretting.

         That’s how we throwing all our breaths into the ocean of our time-line. I think he (God) gives equal opportunities to each of us, more precisely say “our breaths”, to understand ourselves.  And when we put our steps on the track of self-realization, we start understanding; which things are Possible, which is NOT, also which Should Actually Be Possible, which Should NEVER Be. And sooner or later, a time comes when we get able to filter them…

          This is a natural as well as a universal truth, that awareness is as small as a seed. But if it gets a susceptible environment to grow, then it transforms in the form of a huge tree, whose fruits are divine.

            It really up to us, how we take those (our breaths)… JUST take J or ACTUALLY take J

No hurdle would be so effective that can stop us in our way... if we have faith in us and we believe that we are right...

“I’m Right”

Forgetting the sound, that howls around;

And eyes, those standing against of you…

When you choose your way unlike to crowd;

And destiny of upcoming journey too…

You move your steps and put them across;

Knowing that stones will sharp in way…

And sound will rise, would sharper than those;

But; yet you keep your fearness away…

You walk through miles, without the gains;

And find that toes are even being red…

You fill that color into your veins;

To force them that let you moving ahead…

You fall around thousands times in hour;

But keep your smile, even in pain…

And take every fall, as a bounty you score;

And promise yourself to never score it again…

You see your path, by lighting your soul;

In Cimmerian nights, where dreams are dark…

Or melt yourself in the burning coal;

To become a bow and hit the mark…

When it’s all you do, to just for Just;

But never to be known in people’s sight…

And stand against the world at base of trust;

Because you believe, at the point… I’m Right!!!

ABHAY KUMAR

11-1-12

While on the way...

While on the way... A way which allures but never has destinations. A way which calls to taste its temptations but bring us so far from the peace of mind and soul. A way where every thing glitters and touch a lust but all  fake and momentary..!! steps sometimes shivers, listening some whispers. The whispers which howls around the ears... and tow its heel bloody to stop us... But at last that howling whispers loss its intense, and collapse into its name..

while on the way...we follow it ignoring the voice of goodness. A goodness in which always our soul rests... we let it feel an obsession of our apathy. Forgetting all the values and intrude all those boundaries...we compel ourselves to find out something that never exists. Nevertheless we know the quest will feed the darkness and leach our courage...

while on the way... we never try to realize what is right and wrong although we might aware what the results are. Our every little mistakes; which generally be ignorable for us, transforms in blunders some day...

we'll be poor enough if we generally fall in this 'yes and no' situations and yet does not take path of goodness... That whispers are the voice of soul and a real wisdom of man. And Wisdom tells us the right things, which always leads us in the path of God.

My poem "INSIDE"; although all we r drone somewhere in darkness but some inspirations always give us a call to START WITH NEW BEGINNINGS...that's how God is Inside us

"INSIDE"

Itself they (eyes) were closed slowly.

When I asked to see Inside...

There were Just guilt and sins around.

Was nothing, Just dark and dark; besides.

I moved the curtains that bled to dark.

Perhaps a ray may have left somewhere.

But hopes had fall, with tears and all.

Oh god! I had done just sins forever.

Movement in a WORLD...

We often commits, make promises to ourselves. Sometimes some

of those commitment run a journey of few days... but a long last journey is very exceptional. 

Even this procedure we follow almost every day. We sometimes disappoint with our nagging habit, that why i'm not able to honor my commitment.                       

    But we never think, what are the reasons behind this looseness and the liquidity, and ultimately feel a guilty.

Well it is very obvious that, in this era which is seeding to rush and disappointment; sticking with our devoir, is very much difficult. But if we stop a moment and try to forgive our self, then it ease our devastation.

     Basically this moment of getting freedom from our stiffness is a great movement in a world... a WORLD OF OUR THOUGHTS. Although the criticism is necessary at a extent. But Self blaming all time... is a tool to dig out the courage we have. 

Commit, and start follow it firmly. And if fails sometimes... then start again. At a day you'll find that you are actually getting change.