Imaan-O-Yakeen

Beej nahin karta hai
Parvah
Boote ke ugane ki
Boote ke phalne ki

Diya nahin hota hai
Fikramand
Suraj ke jalwa hone ka
Suraj ke doob jane ka

Hota hai Imaan-O-Yakin
Beej ka galne men
Diye ka jalne men……

Aek samwad : Insan aaur Bhagwan Ke Beech : ANKIT

INSAN :

Mero tan ujaro
Man hai karo
Sanwariya mohe
Bhavsagar se taro.

Tu jo naahin
Basat man more
Bhayi khoti bani hamari
Karam bhaye chhichoure
Bas ek hi
Tohro saharo.
Sanwariya mohe
Bhavsagar se taro.

Bhatkun chahun dikhi
Thaur na paun
Aor na paun
Koyi chhor na paun
Kis bidh
Hove nistaaro.
Sanwariya mohe
Bhavsagar se taro.


BHAGWAN:

Dui hathan
Laduwan hoyi kaise
Jaisan karam
Bharan hoyi waise
Kyun nahin
Khud ne sudharo.
Sanwariya mohe
Bhavsagar se taro.

Aankhiya surati
Sab diyo touhe
Mathe tez
Gazab hai souhe
Nij hirdey
Tanik bicharo.
Sanwariya mohe
Bhavsagar se taro.

Rishton Ke Rakhav Men....... ( I )

Rishton ke
Rakhav men
Sahajta ka
Abhav kyon ?

Shabari ke
Joothe Bair
Khaye the
Ramlala ne,
Avtari ne
Nahin kiya
Antar koyi
Unch ka
Neech ka
Chhoot ka
Achhoot ka
Magar
Hamare sochon par
Is farq ka
Prabhav kyon ?
Rishton ke
Rakhav men
Sahajta ka
Abhav Kyon ?

Rishton Ke Rakhav Men : Dvitiya Sopan (II)

Rishton ke
Rakhav men
Sahajta ka
Abhav Kyon.........?

Sun-te hain
Har roz ke
Rishte aaur dosti
Hote hain
Barabarwalon men
Achchhe
Koyi bada
Koyi chhota
Na ho sakte
Dilbar sachche,

Kisun ne
Sudaama ko
Gale se tha lagaya
Brahamand ka woh
Malik
Raj-gaddi se
Uttar aaya
Aalam ke sarkar ne
Zazba yaari ka
Yun nibhaya
Gaarib ke paon ko
Ansuon se tha dhulaya
Fati potli ne
Chavalon ko tha bikharaya
Muththi bhar bhar ke
Bhagwan ne tha khaya..........

Jay uski bolte hue
Hamara yah
Swabhav kyon..............?
Rishton ke rakhav men
Sahaj-ta ka abhav kyon........?

Ardhang....

Lagbhag do hazar varsh pahile Tamil Mahakavi Elangovan ne, jo aek Boudh Bhikshu bhi the, ‘Shilappdikaram’ namak maha-kavya ki rachna ki jismen manviya smbandhon, aaur prem trikon ki baat hai…purush hai Vyavsayi Kovlan, do nariyan hain Madhavi (veshya) aaur Kannagi ( Kovlan ki patni). Madhavi kalantar men mansik avsad(depression) se grasit ho jati hai. Madhavi Elangovan ko apni baat kahti hai jo isi kavya par aadharit Amrit Lal Nagar ji ke upanyas ‘Suhag Ke Nupur’ ka samapan kathya hai. Prastut kavita Madhavi ke us kathan ko abhivyakt kar rahi hai.
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Purush dambh aaur swarath ne
Papon ko kiya tha udit, Bhante !
Isi moodhta se peedit atishay
Manav ardhang tha vyathit, Bhante !

Dristi rahi aekangi nar ki
Sati ko aadar saka na de, Bhante !
Bana veshya athkhel kiye
Sukh tathapi saka na de, Bhante !

Purush swayam asthir budhi
Khata rahe jhankole ghor, Bhante !
Nyay rudan-krindan nari ashru
Agni jal parlay dway kathor, Bhante !

Kandhon Ka Sahara

Jindagi ki aapadhapi men
Daudte chalte the weh
Bina ruke
Bina thitke
Bina viram aaur vishram ke;
Akele unko hi
Dhona tha bojha jindagi ka…….

Thak gaye the jab
Hokar shaktivihin
To chalne lage the
Reng reng kar
Rook rook kar
Viram aaur vishram ke liye nahhin
Mazboori men……….
Dono hi halat men the
Ashant
Vyathit
Tanavgrast
Asurakshit……….

Magar dekho aaj
Chale ja rahe hain
Shant aaur pusrsukoon
Hokar sab chintaon se mukt;
Bilkul beparvah………….
Mila hain unhe
Kandhon ka sahara
Kahin chalne ke liye
Pahili aaur aakhri bar.

Colors of Calcutta.............

a loveful place
be it victoria memorial
be it central park
be it rabindra sarobar
or be it minto park
love blooms
love floats
a tender touch
a romantic dialogue
hopes ifuse life
smallest is beautiful
a vibrating calcutta i know.


a rebel
with tolerance
one moment
there is protest
anotrher moment
recociliation
people see the protest
react to the protest
reconciliation is lost
behind the words printed
or within the words spoken
and
Nano goes away.

a place fond of issues
out of non issues
be it a small scuffle between
a cabbie and a policeman
or bhikari paswan lost and not found
or land given for projects
or polluting autos
big sister is always found
with flamebuyont voice
and zeal to do something
for nothing
and bleeds calcutta
cries kolkata.

clerks carrying
heaps of diaries and calenders
counting their achievements
till february
still having a feel of happy new year
a bharh of sweet tea
with an antique biskit
taking time
longer than the
qantity and urge
taken together..........
as 'somayta to kat-te hobe."

a place where
nonchristians are more fond of
Christmas
can see a majority of
unseen faces in durga puja
can enjoy the site
of simayain and khazoors during Ramdan
at zakaria,park circus, khiddirpore,matiaburz.....
running mourners of moharram
shouting slogans in the way of michhil(juloos)
or a body being taken to burning ghat
the 'Haribol' is spoken
like Inqlab Zindabad...Zindabad
a real cosmopolitan
character.

the garam luchhi and dum aloo
mouth watering puchkas
the jhalmuri and ghughani with speciality
kathi rolls of nizam
biryani of royal and aminiya
lembu cha
mughlai and chop
bengali version of chinese
authentic mandarin at Tengra
poor, middle-class and rich
enjoying together
this the spirit of city of joy
can never fade...can never fade.