मृगतृष्णा

घंघोर घटा छाये

टप- टप गिरे यह नन्हे बूंद

बारिश तेज़ रफ्तार से आये

हड़बडाई हुई मैं…

गांव से निकली, शहर की ओर

उन राहों से

जिनसे वो निकलें

चली मैं ढूंडने उन्हें

उनकी ओर...

कहीं भीग तो नहीं गए, वो?

सोच मे डूबी

ढूंडती गयी उन्हें गली- गली

घबराई…

यह बिन मौसम की बरसात,

बिन बुलाये मेहमान की तरह

न जाने क्यों आई?

क्यूँ आई?

कहके गए थे, बस अभी आ जाऊँगा

घंटे निकल गए 

न दिखा उनका नामों- निशान

हर जगह ढूँडा उन्हें

हुई मैं बेबस और परेशान

इस ठंडी- ठंडी मौसम का 

न कुछ मुझको भाए

ज़ुल्फें मेरे लेहराएं

पर मन बैठा जाये

अचानक एक आवाज़ आई:

" सुमित्रा!

इस बारिश मे कहाँ जा रही हो?

कहीं उन्हें ढूँडने तो नहीं फिर निकल गयी?

उनके गुज़रे हुए महीने हो गये हैं

घर चली जाओ, गुड़िया

चली जाओ घर...." 

दिव्या मोहन

Situational Musing

....

so cheer up, as the God's have sent

challenges and opportunities for you on rent

even if for something, you are hell-bent

only those things happen, that are for you meant

refrain from indulging in anything in the present

that'll make you & your tomorrow repent

analyzing the time till now you've spent

cannot change already the incurred dents

confusion persists at most times

all I'm doing now is whine :-|

the time now is not all that fine

hence sat down, to type a poem that rhymes :P

hopeless as i can get

riding a low tide now, you bet

its not hard as it now seems

life looks like an unfinished dream

having loads to achieve in life

where problems are a rife

its just as if at my neck, pointed a knife

why does success come only after strife?

crucial decisions for me await

how much of me is this gonna take?

body mind & soul, this does consume

all will be good thereafter, i presume

......

अंजाना अंजानी

अंजाना वो, अंजानी मै 

इस उल्लझी हुई दुनिया मे

एक दूसरे को खोजने चले..

न मुझे उनका कोई खबर, न कोई पता 

उनका नाम या पहचान, घर- बार  

काभी न कोई अता पता 

मिल जाए मुझे, 

एक इशारा ही सही

या एक झलक  

उनका

जो अब तक हैं, अन्जान... 

वो होगा कौन जिनका नाम

होगा मेरे ज़बान पर सुबह- शाम 

क्यूँ है वो अभी तक मेरे लिए...

एक अंजान.... 

लेके चलते हैं यह उम्मीद

कि पल भर मे जान लेंगे एक दूसरे को   

उनको जानते जानते 

खुद को पहचान जायेंगे 

एक अलग ही अंदाज़ से... 

ज़िन्दगी बहुत सरल है यारों, तरीकेसे जियो तो 

क्यूंकि प्यार वोह चीज़ है जो ज़िन्दगी बनादे 

और वोही चीज़ है जो ज़िन्दगी बिगाड़ दे  

ऐसी है यह प्यार जो 

दिमाग को पागल    

और दिल को दौदाड़े, उस रफ़्तार पर... 

कि पैरों तले ज़मीन भी फिसल जाए 

और हमें पता भी न चले...  

पल- पल, क्षण- क्षण हम सोचते हैं 

उनके बारे मे, जो होंगे हमारे   

लाखों में एक, सबसे अनेक, होगा जो

मेरे वोह.....

वो अन्जाना, और उनकी मै अन्जानी 

मिलो तोह सही 

कभी न कभी

क्योंकि हम बने है

एक होने के लिए 

जनम जनम से

जनम जनम से..

अंजाना वो, अन्जानी मै....

25 July, 2012

P.S.- Please pardon the grammatical errors. It's my first attempt in Hindi poetry. :)

Secret Admirer

I'm Roxanne. I live in New York City. I'm 22. A proud American. Single. I'm doing my masters in Psychology. I do a part time job in McDonalds and I'm not loving it!! Argh! I'm an independent gal and my lifestyle sucks. I get up at 6am. Have a Starbucks coffee in the morning, rushing to college. Lunch in the campus. After classes, I rush to McD for work. Get back at night, hang around with my pals in the bar. Fag and booze. Get laid every other day with a random guy. Get back to my house past 2am and crash. Usually sleep- deprived! LOL! Mom and her BF live in San Diego. Dad and his GF live in St. Louis. I meet them occasionally, for Christmas or Easter. Life has been just the same since so many years, but I was not happy. I missed falling in love.

In the month of Feb, something strange started happening. Someone started dropping cute cardboard messages in my mail box. (Well, I hoped it were a 'he' doing it! LOL!).

I loved the gesture. He didn't write his name. Soon I forgot about it.
After a week, to my surprise, he dropped two.

I wondered who it could be. 

Someone from my class? Someone I knew? Or someone who wanted to know me? Or....just....someone....!! 

*Perplexed* !! :-/

I started observing guys at my study, started searching for behavioral differences to find out who it was. But, everything was just normal. I did not tell anyone about this, not even Rachel, my closest pal.

After another week, he dropped three! :-O :-O

I did not know how to react. I was both happy and sad. Happy that someone loved me. Sad because I didn't know who he was! :'(

I was trying to recall the handwriting but it didn't help! :-/

Two weeks passed by and nothing happened. One day I gotta call from an unknown number from a public booth. I said, "Hello". A male voice said, "Hello there, You sound as sweet as candy". Before I could say anything else he disconnected the call. I concluded that it was the same guy. Such things have never happened to me before.The very next day, he dropped a card.

This was insane. I was irritated. What was it with him? Was he that scared to reveal his identity. His cards were so cute and lovely and I loved it totally. I wanted to meet him. Next day, I went to class, I found a card on my desk! I was shell- shocked. 

I turned here and there to see who it was. And when i turned back the card was missing. How could that happen? There was no one in front of me. How did it disappear? It was strange and a little scary. The same day, at the McDs counter, to my utter shock I found a card:

That day, I came back home and found a card in my mail box which said:

I wish he reveals his identity one day. Because I'm in search of true love.
Cardboard guy. If you are reading this, "Whoever you are. Where ever you'r from. I know you love me. I love you too. Meet me ASAP"

16 September 2011