Friday, 26 January 2018

कवि और कविता

मुझसे एक बार किसी ने पूछा, "क्या कविता लिखकर तुम्हारे चित्त को शाँति मिलती है? अगर नहीं मिलती, तो कविता लिखते क्यों हो?"
भौतिकता की सत्ता के उस पराधीन को कौन समझाए कि चित्त की शाँति के लिए कवि क्रन्दन नहीं करता। उसकी कविता ही उसका क्रन्दन है। उसके तप्त हृदय की उष्णता उसके अश्रुओं को आँखों से ढलकने नहीं देती, अपितु उसकी पीड़ा को शब्दों में ढालकर काग़ज़ पर बिखेर देती है। अगर कविता में उसने कहा है कि उषा लाल साड़ी पहनकर मोहिनी लगती है, तो वह इसलिए क्योंकि उषा से पहले उसने विभावरी को तारों के दीप जलाकर प्रियतम की वेदना से चीत्कार कर धरा को बूँद-बूँद भिगोते भी देखा है। कविता बंजर में खड़ा कोई हरित वृक्ष नहीं है, जिसका आधार ले कवि अपनी व्याकुलता को विराम दे सके। कविता वह मूर्ति है, जिसे कवि ने अपने अप्रकट विचारों की मृदा और अप्रत्यक्ष अश्रुओं को मिलाकर आकार दिया है, अपने दग्ध हृदय की ज्वाला में तपाया है, और अपनी व्यथा के आलिंगन से उसमें प्राण फूँक दिए हैं....उसे देखकर वह शाँति नहीं, केवल व्यथा का अनुभव कर सकता है।

जिस दिन मेरी कविता के शब्द-शब्द में समाहित व्यंग्य और वेदना को यह संसार एक साथ समझ लेगा, उस दिन कदाचित मैं कहूँगा कि मेरा कवि होना व्यर्थ न गया। पर वह असम्भव है, मिथ्या है! संसार के लिए मैं कवि हूँ, और मेरे प्रत्यक्ष रूप की सीमा का अतिक्रमण कर अप्रत्यक्ष से परिचित होना, मेरे विचारों की सूक्ष्मता और वृहद्ता का मंथन करना, संसार की भौतिकता और क्षणभंगुरता के बस की बात नहीं... मैं कवि हूँ, और मेरी वेदना का गान करने की शक्ति केवल मेरी कविता में है...

Wednesday, 24 January 2018

LOVE...

                                                                                 BY-
                                                                                   ADARSH SINHA
                             

“What is the most beautiful feeling in this world?” I closed my eyes for a second and thought about it… ”it is love”. She seemed puzzled, her eyes had the same innocence and cuteness. Adjusting her spectacles she asked, “what if that feeling and that person goes away”, I closed my eyes and a flood of memories gushed in.
                      A lot has been said and written about love and its meaning by a lot of people. It may be trust, care, attachment or just that person. That feeling cannot be described in words, everything looks serene and beautiful. “LOVE”, these 4 letters are probably the most beautiful letters and its effect lasts till eternity. Love can be anything and anyone, a child smiling or our parents sacrificing their happiness for us. Just watching them smile makes us forget our worries and problems. That smile, that innocence, that bond, above all, those memories which are given to us by our special someone…
                              I wish people could understand that loving someone doesn’t always mean that you have to be with that person for all your life. Every relationship has its life and time, once that time gets over that relation gets over as well. There is nothing right or wrong in this, it’s true that there is a void which is developed once our loved ones go away and this depresses us. A lot of people go through this and in order to get back that person start doing insane things. If “our special someone” comes back again, we start putting restrictions on them because we fear that he or she will leave us again. We proudly say that we love each other however we fail to understand that it’s not love but our fear. If you love someone then set them free because putting them in a prison would simply mean that you don’t believe that you will be loved by that person. Love gives us memories and moments, which remain with us and make sure that we carry that smile on our face. It protects us even if that person is not with us in our life, that’s the reason we seek blessings because they protect us from adversities. Such is the power of love and care.
                                               We do have memories and moments, through which we can meet them again and again. Someone has rightly said, “if you like a flower you pluck that and keep it with yourself, but if you love that flower you make sure that it remains safe and nourish it.” I wish people could understand the meaning of love, it’s not about forcing someone to be with you. It’s about being there for that person and ensuring their safety. Maybe this is the reason, the most selfless and pure form of love is of our parents for us. If you still think that you love your special someone truly, then ask this question to yourself again. If that person leaves you, will you be willing to ensure the safety of that person? Or will you be willing to set them free from your restrictions?
                                           Our society and our generation never fails to amaze me. We claim that we love truly, but we put them under restrictions and spy on them. Fights, arguments take the center stage and our so called “true love” vanishes in thin air. After a few months, the relationship status changes to “single” and then all we care about is how to take revenge from our “SPECIAL SOMEONE”. Once their smile gave us satisfaction, now all we care about is their tears. After a few months or even days, we claim that we love someone and this time its “TRUE LOVE”, and the cycle keeps on repeating itself. It’s ridiculous because these self- proclaimed “true lovers”, are the only ones who curse love and defame this beautiful feeling.
                                        So keep yourself safe from these “TRUE LOVERS”, of our society and listen to your heart. Live in present and make memories with your loved ones now, don’t think too much about the future. Whatever begins has to end someday, relationships also follow this. So make beautiful memories and don’t put your loved ones under your restrictions. Please trust your love and their love as well, and you will realize eventually that why love is the most beautiful feeling in the world. In the end, when that person will go away from your life, you will have a lot of happy memories. They will be the reason of your smile, and that love will protect you from everything. Such is the power of true love…
                

                                I looked at her, there was a drop of tear which trickled down her left eye. “You loved someone, didn’t you?” I smiled at her and all I could say was… “Yes, truly”J.  

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

IT AIN'T A FAIRYTALE...

                                         By-
                                           Vaishnavi M.R

I see myself how I've been in last few years
And, I can't breathe remembering it
The pain I held in my heart since these years
I can't even say to anyone over here
I get drunk with sadness and pain
I feel like untouchable without love


It ain't a Fairytale
It ain't a Movie
For me to trust blindfoldedly

Heartbreaks, tears, dreadful past
Oh, I just can't get over it
People talk behind you
And it makes you feel bad
And, I can't live
It is not simple
It ain't easy
But I gotta face

It ain't a Fairytale
It ain't a Movie
For me to trust blindfoldedly

I feel so heavy with my broken heart
It's never gonna be the same
I say myself you are brave enough to face it
But as time passes, I give up
And, I can't change my mind
It haunts me every night and I can't live

It ain't a Fairytale
It ain't a Movie
For me to heal quickly

People come to hurt me and go away
And I'm left broke inside
But I don't show it off
Cuz something happens when everybody knows it
And, I've got enough of it
But I'm not gonna admit it as my mistake
Cuz I was honest, loving and caring
And, I can't live without my true soul
No, I can't


It ain't a Fairytale
It ain't a Movie
For me to heal quickly

Friday, 5 January 2018

टीस

अक्सर ही कुछ लिखते-लिखते उसे अधूरा छोड़ देने की आदत है मुझे..कुछ क्या, काफ़ी कुछ है जिसे मैं कहना नहीं चाहता, और बिना कहे घुटकर रह जाना भी नहीं चाहता । उस अनकहे का बोझ मन में लिए कुछ लिख दूँ, तो मेरी कलम मुझे कोसेगी । दिन के शोर और रात के सन्नाटे के बीच जो मुझे बिना किसी बोझ के ठिठका देता है, वही मेरा लम्हा है । और उस लम्हे में हर सिमटे-छुपे दर्द को कागज़ पर उतार देना मेरा काम..काम ही कहूँगा, पेशा नहीं ।
मैं अपने लम्हे में लिखता हूँ..कभी लिखते हुए मुस्कुरा भी देता हूँ, कभी कागज़ को अमीबे की शक्ल में भिगा भी देता हूँ । जैसे दिन की हलचल में कोई खनकती हँसी कानों में गूँज-सी जाती है, वैसे ही यादें एकबारगी मन में छुपन-छुपाई खेलते हुए पकड़ी जाती हैं । फिर वो जो आँसू आँखों से छलकते-छलकते रह जाता है, उसे पता होता है, कि दर्द किसे कहते हैं..

अगर सुबह का सूरज देखकर मैं लिखने बैठूँ और मेरा हाथ कलम पकड़े हुए रूक जाए, तो वजह है कि उस कागज़ का कोरापन मुझे अपना-सा लगता है । तब स्याही से उसपर ऐसे निशान छोड़ने का मन नहीं करता, जो मिटाए न जा सकें । भले ही समंदर के पार एक इन्द्रधनुषी दुनिया बसती होगी, पर उसके और मेरे बीच में उस बोझ का फ़ासला है । या फिर यूँ है कि समंदर की तन्हाई मुझे ज्यादा पसंद है । इस तन्हाई में कुछ सुकून नहीं देता, तो कुछ मुझे झकझोर भी नहीं देता । कुछ भी न सही, तो मेरा लम्हा मयस्सर है मुझे यहाँ । हाँ, वक्त-बेवक्त वो बोझ मेरे लम्हे में घुल आता है, मेरी कलम थम जाती है, पर मेरी ख़ामोशी का वज़न मेरे लफ़्ज़ों से ज्यादा हो, तो ही अच्छा है । जो लिख रहा हूँ वो अधूरा रह जाए, इसी में भलाई है..

'न पूछो मुझसे क्या कहती है मेरी शायरी,
वो रंज़ है मेरा जिसका तुम लुत्फ़ उठा रहे हो..'

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