मॉं से मायका (Maternal Home)

 

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
वह प्यार दुलार व दुआ की बहार
वो घर बुलाने के बहाने हज़ार
वो हर फ़रमाइश का पूरा करना
वो घंटों बैठ कर बातें करना

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
वो मायके जाकर सब भूल जाना
वो चुलबुलाहट का लौट के आना
मॉं की वह बातें प्यारी पिचकारी
दुख भुला लेती हर बिटिया बलिहारी

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
मॉं के हाथ की रोटी लगती मक्खन सी
नई जान भर देती बोझिल धड़कन की
वो मनपसंद पकवान बिटिया को खिलाना
दुलार भरी आँखों से टक टक निहारना

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
वह बचपन का फिर लौट के आना
यादों का ज्यूँ खुल जाए ख़ज़ाना
घंटों बैठ के माँ संग बतियाना
उसके लाड़ लड़ाने पर इतराना

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
वो तीखी चटनी मींठे आम की
वो बाग़ की सैर हर शाम की
वो बालों में तेल गरम लगाना
वो हर पसन्द को ध्यान में रखना

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
वो सास नन्द की बातें सुनना
और फिर प्यार से माथा सहलाना
उसका नाती पोतों पर न्योछावर जाना
उनके संग बच्ची बन खेल खेलना

मॉं है तो मायका भी है
मॉं है तो मन महका भी है
मॉं में मिलती है वह सखी पुरानी
मॉं से मिलती है वह पहचान पुरानी
मॉं से मायके की शान होती रूहानी
मॉं बिन अपनों के बीच बिटिया अनजानी

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ALMIGHTY’S CURTAINS

 

Acting like high peaked mountains
Almighty’s white and grey curtains
Sometimes triangular,
Sometimes rectangular
And at rare times circular

Standing mighty above our head
Water becomes their butter ‘n’ bread
Fed by the steam
Is their moisture cream
Along with vaporizer dream

Forming shapes of fairies and ghosts
Or horses with wings and fish with floats
Sometimes enchanting
Sometimes haunting
And at times simply play acting

Narrating stories drawn on the sky
Teaching little kids to become their spy
Enacting the Gods
They call the shots
Roaring thunders and raining water dots

Dark and dense on moonless nights
Pleasing white lights they give delights
Sometimes bright
Sometimes twilight
At dawn and dusk they break the light

Acting like high peaked mountains
Almighty’s white and grey curtains
Fluffy like cotton
We glimpse their bottom
Blessed is their rain filled sputum

Hiding away the glorious moonlight
Protective layer filters the sunlight
Sometimes a kite
Sometimes a fight
They witness events in all their flight

—————————————————————————————————————————————–IN THE MEDIA: 

Published as Poem of the Month : December 2017 in The Asian weekly Edition 380 ( Dec 01 -07, 2017) 

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HABITS TOXIFIED

The strangeness fortified

Our habitats all toxified

The potbellied man walks ahead with his loads

On the awesomely crooked potholed roads

We could do with reducing the bulge from his affair

Balance out by adding that size of bulge elsewhere

 

The smoke and smog causing illness

The gaseous nature causing distress

Being cured by yet another gaseous element

With the combined hydrogen and oxygen segment

A pollution that occurred by the air

Is now to be treated by another air

 

The noxious pollutants rising all around

Choking and breathlessness on the ground

Nitrogenous waste and sulphur dioxide pair

Combination of smoke that fills the air

The heavy, ugly  and dark chemical fumes

Photochemical haze appearing like sand dunes

 

Mankind is climbing the illness stair

Having ignored his environment’s care

He realizes not that he has no part spare

The end to his wellness he doth prepare

Creating missiles and ammunitions under safety guise

Causing calamities untimely only to later despise

 

Luxurious comforts of his earthly life

Loss of activity and a digital lazy strife

The rape and abuse of resources upscale

Degradation of humanness on the humanity scale

Terror and politics that strive to rule beings

Killing ambitions of simple childhood dreams

 

Uncommon becoming simple life and death

The cancers, corruption and wickedness hath

Abusive is becoming the saintly pure mind

Polluted is becoming the mind of mankind

Warfare and terrorism becoming mainstream

Corruption and hatred have taken the cream

 

Disguised are relationships by motives

Perfection giving credit to web additives

Lost is the simplicity of kids’ innocent charm

Toddlers play games on phones that harm

Busy is parenthood in more than livelihood

Busier young generation to brandhood

 

The strangeness fortified

Our habits all toxified

The necessities have graduated from luxury life

Luxuries have up scaled their standard strife

Pollute the environment at future’s expense

We live a life of lies and fake pretence.