स्मृति : Sigils (Haiku)

dewdrops shimmer bright
hushed sigils of love fall down
...empty coast of night

                                                                                                    तुहिन बिंदु
                                                                                                    टूटे तारे... सजाते
                                                                                                    धवल प्रात:                              
                                                                                                    स्नेह-स्मृति हों जैसे
                                                                                                    मौन मूक प्रेम की

A beautiful urdu version of the above by Amit Agarwal can be found here... :)

जाने कैसे

मार्ग था सीधा सरल, संतोष धन, आशा सखी
ज्ञान दीपित, प्रेम प्लावित, वीथियाँ करुणामयी...
जाने कैसे पथ ये तुम तक मुड़  गया 

चाँद सा खिलता निशि में 
सूर्य सा सोना उगलता 
पवन से भी तीव्रतर मेरा 
हृदय ऐसे  विचरता 
जैसे खुले नभ में उड़ा जाए 
अकेला एक पंछी ...
जाने कैसे फिर ये तुमसे जुड़ गया 

सीखा मेरे मद से 
भंवर ने गुनगुनाना 
हास से फूलों ने सीखा 
और मेरे कण्ठ से 
मधुमय सुधा सा राग फैला ... 
फिर भी मन तितली सा मचला, उड़ गया? 

सुनहरी लकदक से सज्जित
कुछ सुधामय बोल मीठे
था प्रथम, था नया अनुभव 
बुन लिए कुछ स्वप्न झूठे 
जाल सम्मुख देख कर भी, 
बस फुदकना डाल पर उस
नेह का बंधन ये ऐसा पड़  गया।

निस्तब्धता में स्वर,
वही, गुँजार सुनना
और रव में मौन-स्मित
उपवास रखना 
जान कर भी यूँ
बधिक की राह तकना...
श्वास की गति तक ये क्रम अब पड़ गया..

जाने कैसे पथ ये तुम तक मुड़ गया।

ग़ज़ल : फ़िकर

जब कभी चाँद को दहलीज़ पे लाना होगा
धूप ढ़ल जाएगी, उजालों को जाना होगा।

लफ्ज़ सस्ते थे, चमकदार थे, सो, खूब चले
फिर कोई दानिश लन-तरानी का निशाना होगा

जरा सी बात है कि हम नहीं रहे हमदम
जाम पकड़ोगे तो शर्मिंदा मयखाना होगा।

ध्यान देना नये सब दोस्त ज़ैब-ओ-अक्लमन्द मिलें
वरना दिल फिर कोई हाथों से दबाना होगा।

क्या फ़िकर है, यही, डरते हो लौट आएंगे?
बाद मरने के भी अब हिज़्र निभाना होगा।

दहलीज़- threshold
दानिश- wise                                           लन-तरानी- rhetorics, words of mockery (or) false praise
 हमदम- soulmate                                 मयखाना - winehouse
ज़ैब-ओ-अक्लमन्द - embellished and intelligentहिज़्र - absence, separation from beloved.           निभाना- Observe

Painting in greens with Royale Atoms

Planting trees, controlling mindless urbanization and reviving our water bodies are a few of the many measures we take to ensure healthy and clean outdoors but how many times and how many of us have ever  looked inside our personal sanctuaries- our homes for the same?  We know about the importance of living in well lit and ventilated homes but in the world brimming with lucrative offers in building materials, paints, home furnishing and décor items, we can hardly boast of making environment friendly and judicious choices any more.

We need to be careful about what we use as   fireplaces, un-vented gas stoves, heaters, wood stoves , improperly installed chimneys emit carbon mono oxide, nitrogen di oxide, Radon, particulates , hydrocarbons and children growing up in such homes have more respiratory problems than those growing up in cleaner homes.
Similarly, in modern décor we need LOTS of shelves, cabinets and wall panelling  made from pressed wood products made from adhesives having urea formaldehyde resins which can cause watery eyes and itchy , burning throat and other breathing related problems.
Asbestos found in ceiling panelling and textured paints can cause Asbestosis even lung cancer!
Radon is emitted from cracks in walls and ceiling, dirt floors and sumps.
The latex paints, many types of varnishes, wax, cleaning, disinfecting, cosmetic and hobby products contain organic solvents which can release organic compounds while we use them and, to some degree, when they are stored

While other domestic pollutants can be encountered by planting indoor plants, proper ventilation, using covered gas stoves, filling up cracks and regular cleaning of sumps, the pollution free paints piace a problem which is now solved by the Royale atoms- a paint that help purify the air.
It offers Activated carbon technology to help reduce indoor air pollution and is specially created to disintegrate foul smells which is wonderful! 

Beside this it gives a smooth matt finish, a Teflon surface protection and is environment friendly as it's VOC safe. Under standard conditions, it reduces the formaldehyde levels by 80-85% in 24 hours! 
See the video below or visit here for more info on this. 

To be able to touch the walls without worrying about stains and about the hazardous chemicals, to be able to breathe in the air inside our homes without worrying about the pollution, to have this security and confort of fresh, fragrant and pollution free air for a mother -to-be and for the new born, is something of a dream. It is a luxury which is now made possible ke for all by the Royale Atoms.
 To be safe inside our homes, to breathe freely , to welcome new generations in a world full of green plants and homes complete with modern facilities for a smoother life yet without indoor pollution and with less carbon footprints of modern living is a dream which is now a reality. We change the world by planting trees, using our natural resources judiciously outside and in our homes, simply by painting the walls with Royale Atoms...Offering pure air in Atoms of colour.

The post is written for Indiblogger #environment and AsianPaints #cleanairbeautifulhomes

Happy Grandparents Day!

When we say family matters the most, do we mean just spouse, children and parents (sometimes) both sets( rarer) or by family we mean The Family, the entire khandan full of uncles, aunts, cousins and yes, the Grandparents? Hardly.
But, for me family means everyone.
And, fortunately, both my children have inherited this and are blessed to have the most lively set of grandparents.One, the Baba-Amma showering them with gifts and the other, a retired old granny doting on them just the way only a retired, once strict and wise granny can!
My son shares a bond of mutual respect and affection with his granny as right from a very young age he admired her for her resilience and intellect, for raising his mother (I) single handedly and for carving out an enviably admirable social presence due to her knowledge and behaviour. He has her as a role model in terms of etiquette,  wisdom and character. On the other hand,  his airy head sister, simply snuggles in the lap of her Nani Ma and breathes in the same mild fragrance of sandal which I used to associate with Mum when I was young. She is the one to get the pampering simply because of the sweet nothings she keeps on twittering into her Nani's old ears.

Now both are planning hard to make her feel special on this Grandparent's day. Sometimes working in sync, at other times, trying to outdone each other... They both they both have agreed on one thing that they'll first dazzle her with their new set of acquired knowledge, hi-fi bhai with his Sanskrit language and badminton skills and jumping zapak sister with her dance moves!
Then they'd prepare delicious tea served in the a coffee mug (gifted by them)  followed by chocolates (which will be devoured by the bro-sis duo) a book and a SAARI! Their combined savings of 1000 bucks have already been deposited in to the safe hands of the Man of the House in return of online shopping.

Drawing sheets are being torn for making greeting cards, A4 sheets are getting all coloured in weird designs for writing long wishes for Nani- Ma...the responsible grandson's wishes include asking Nani-Ma to take care of her health, to eat almonds, chew properly, eat slowly, not to walk on wet floor, to keep her glasses , phone and a 'danda' ( wooden staff for thieves) handy and check the lock at the outside
gate...whew! The sister has memorized and will just prepare a card.  She has much to talk and share with the detailed plans of their future trips together, places they'd visit together, things they'd do, stories they'd read, delicacies they'd savour together...  with some practical problems also getting a mention here and there like the colours which are hard to find in hair clips or about that favourite pair of shoes which is getting smaller somehow and many more such important matters.

I see all this activity, hear all this discussion with a routine natural countenance but, deep down I am touched...and, I am thankful.
 Gratefully, they are still too naïve to plan a McDonald outing combined with a movie and are still unspoilt by the razzmatazz of huge packets of glitzy presents...they did not even planned/ thought of a visit to an amusement park! Without realising, on a subconscious level, all they are planning is to make HER happy! They are trying to spend time with their Nani-Ma AND they are trying to make  that time memorable too!

And, I know that this is the best gift they are going to give to her.. the gift of Time. Irreversible  and indestructible.
To make her break into that  warm wide smile on seeing them, to be with her, to lie down with her, over those starched and fragrant sheets which smell of security and comfort,  one on each side tucked in with her, holding her weak wrinkled hands into their soft and plump ones..the image of passing of love through generations.
Happy Grandparents Day!

 This is how my children are planning to celebrate their grandparents day , what about you and yours? :) 

The post is written in response to Blogadda prompt #LoveJatao on Grandparents Day.

I look forward to hear from you how would you celebrate Grandparents Day. Do share a selfie with your grandparents on Sept. 10, 2017 on Twitter or Facebook with #LoveJatao & tag @blogadda to win a goodie from Parachute Advansed.
And celebrate Grandparents day with Blogadda.


चाँद जा डूबा, भरी धरती ने आह,
देखो फिर से बारिशें होने लगी।

 रंग नाज़ुक उड़ गए, खुशबू फना
लफ़्ज़ों में झूठी खनक होने लगी।

कह दिया, 'तुम हो' यही काफी मुझे
जाने क्यों तुमको ख़लिश होने लगी?

जो चले जाते हैं फिर आते नहीं
मेरे दर की हर कड़ी रोने लगी।

रोकने से कौन रुकता है यहाँ?
रात फिर भी रोज़ तकिया भिगोने लगी।

आज फिर धक्का दिया दिन को जरा
तारीख़ें जैसे ज़हर होने लगीं।

कूकती थीं कोयलें जो बाग में
सय्याद को ख़ुद से नज़र होने लगीं।

झूठी खनक- hollow sounds  (of fake concerns) resonance

 दर- door                                                             ख़लिश- burning restlessness,
सय्याद- hunter, the one who ensnares birds for sale/kill/ selfish reasons


जब भी तारीकियों को बैठ आप सीते हैं
ये दमकते सितारे लगते रीते रीते हैं

ज़रा सा मुस्कुराया चाँद, गुफ़्तगू कर ली
आप समझे कि आप साथ मरते जीते हैं!

वो जो रोये थे आप किस्से कहानी पढ़कर
वो फ़साने, वो लफ्ज़ मेरे आप बीते हैं

क्यों ना निखरे अदाएं लहरों सी मचलें, आखिर
एक मुस्कान पे सौ आंसुओं को पीते हैं।

पलटे जो गर, तो जा ही न पाओगे कभी
मेरी नज़रों में रूह नापने के फीते हैं।

तारीकी - a tenebrous gloom, dejection                                                              रीते रीते - empty, listless
गुफ़्तगू - chat                                                                                                           आप बीते - autobiographical
क्यूँ ना निखरे अदाएं - why not the flirtations become more deadly                                                                                         आंसुओं को पीते हैं - as I gulp down tears( which adds salt to the coy looks!)
 रूह  नापने  के फीते -  tapes to measure/ recognize your soul...(as you are my soulmate)

Autumn : Haiku


                                                                           season's master stroke                                                                                                                                                lands lit in gold amber hues
                                                                             swan song of  verdant


क्या करें

                                                 मुस्कुराते हम हैं हर तस्वीर में
                                                 झिलमिलाती इस नज़र को क्या कहें?

                                                 इक मुक़्क़मल ख़्वाब होती ज़िंदगी
                                                 दिल तेरी यादों का घर, अब क्या करें।

                                                खामोश है, सुनसान है मेरा मकां
                                                तेरी बातों का असर, हम क्या कहें?

                                                उलझनें कमबख्त दिल को कम ना थीं
                                                है तेरी रंजिश भी अब सर, क्या करें...

                                                सुर्ख़ अल्हड़पन, सिंदूरी शोखियाँ
                                                आज गुमसुम गुलमोहर वो, क्या कहें...

                                                बातों से महका, लदा किस्सों से था,
                                                उस शज़र पे आज पतझर, क्या करें!

                                               पढ़ते क़सीदे थे कभी हर बात पर
                                               आज शिक़वे बस मुसलसल क्या कहें!

                                               बारहा शब के अंधेरे कम ना थे
                                               मौत जैसी इस सहर का क्या करें?

झिलमिलाती -  shimmering with tears                          शज़र- a tree in bloom
मेरा मकां - my soul.                                                          मुसलसल- connected, chained, always
बारहा - often.                                                                   सहर - morning, dawn

कुछ खास नहीं..

                                                         मन का कोई कोना जब पूछे,
                                                         वो कौन थी, उसका नाम था क्या?
                                                         समझा देना ऐसे ही थी।
                                                         उसको अपना आभास नहीं
                                                         ऐसे ही थी कुछ खास नहीं।

                                                        सपने सी झट से खुल जाती,
                                                        हर्फ़ों सी यूँ ही धुल जाती,
                                                        खारे जल में घुल- घुल जाती,
                                                        सच सी उसमे कोई बात नहीं,
                                                        ऐसे ही थी, बस,  खास नहीं

                                                        बदरी जैसे वो रो जाती
                                                        ऐसे-कैसे भी सो जाती!
                                                        गुड़िया जैसी बेहिस थी क्या?
                                                        सब संग थे पर, कोई पास नहीं,
                                                        खोयी खोयी, कुछ ख़ास नहीं।

                                                         गाने की धुन ज्यों, टूटी सी,
                                                         बच्चों जैसी, कुछ रूठी सी,
                                                         बस एक कहानी झूठी सी
                                                         बातें उसकी, अब याद नहीं
                                                         ऐसे ही थी, कुछ खास नहीं।

                                                          आफिस से घर तक की साथी 
                                                          घर तक पहुंचा कर ही जाती!
                                                          रस्ते भर इतना बतियाती
                                                          ख़ुद के बारे में बात नही
                                                          ऐसी थी वो, कुछ खास नहीं।

                                                            भूला उसको मैं पल भर में
                                                            इतनी मणियों के सागर में
                                                            दुर्लभ का मैं गुणग्राहक हूँ
                                                            साधारण नेह पर्याप्त नहीं
                                                            ऐसे ही थी, 
                                                                            ... कुछ खास  नहीं।

आभास- realization                                            हर्फ़ों- letters, alphabets
खारे जल- tears                                                    बेहिस- dead, without feelings
सच सी उसमे कोई बात नहीं- not having real worldly qualities of logic and sensibilities, someone who is intangible and virtual.
 साधारण- ordinary                                              नेह- affection
दुर्लभ- rare, (here- popular and titular)

An impromptu verse I wrote last year but the line 'kuchh khaas nahi' is borrowed from some couplets I came across on internet. Or may be a newspaper magazine! Things are hazy except this 'radeef' and the essence of those couplets.


Somewhat confused, looking for something,
.. lost, on a detour probably, 
You stumbled in my life and I tied you here.
Smiling and pleased, 
I treasured you like the other half of the sphere
between reverie and dreams, beyond time, across distance,
in that sheen on my lips, like that star in my eyes, 
in my soul, my dear.

I wondered if you were ever true, 
yet, with you alone, to the bleakest place,
 I would have gone
To see that lit up face of yours, at times, I ignored the humiliating pain.

I loved the banter, being daft and inane, Neverland it was where to the moon and back was my affection for thou,
And my name with yours...
uttered in the same breath,
to hear that, I would have tied... 
rubies from the Gul-Mohar  boughs

Then, the kind truth dawned, not a revealation; I knew it all along...
You are wind, you are moon, can't be tied, can't be held, in a place for long..

shards of dreams still prick my eyes... singe my heart,
As I weep bitterly with stifled cries  
O wanderer, you won, 
You are free, so am I.
But reverie or dreams, happiness or smile... 
I now have none.


Anticipation... the best hope, the best joy one can ever have before being hit by ANY reality.
Anticipation is the celebration of that feeling that our hearts still have desires..That we still have a bucket full of  wishes left, which can cause butterflies to flutter mad in our tummies and goosebumps to convert our translucent smooth skin into a spiked up surface of that rougned up rogue moon! To get these jitters, this feeling just by a mere thinking about our wish list, our desires, our hopes and the future is wonderful!

Buddha says not to give in to desires, not to have them in the first place but, my understanding or may be, my alleged denial syndrome to deny things which I don't like, make me understand him this way that he never asked to tame them either.
He meant to conquer them.
To have them but not to be a slave to them. Just like the Hindu scriptures-त्याग सहित भोग। To savour without getting attached, to relish and appreciate while staying free!

Similar freedom I experience with this word anticipation.

Anticipate that family  trip, that one meeting, that one date, that one excrusion, that perfect lecture... Don't expect or invest precious life energies thinking about the outcome.
Enjoy the preparations, the journey, even the wait.

Krishna says, " karmne vadhikaraste ma faleshu kadachana"
To perform the karma with utmost sincerety and perfection and, not to worry over the result!

Gospel says, "In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade."  (1 Peter 1:3b-6)

To me somehow everything boils down to the same that is, not to expect but enjoy that tingling of anticipation with a bated breath, and excited fervour but yet an unbelievably calm mind. To understand that Life is not what we are planning , trying and expecting it to be but , it is what is happening right then when we are busy planning it out!  Remember those times when you were packing bags for a short two day trip  brimming with that joyful anticipation of what's in store? Or those bridal tears and bridal laughter infected with nervous anticipation for the new life!
Life happens and we are bound to relish every experience if we alter out perspective just like we adjust the mirror to avoid or let in the sun in the kaleidoscope as per our whim.

There's is nothing which is bad, just different. Anticipate for the best... It's dreamily real.

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