Dear Fear

Its not me who needs to do this,
Its not the pleasure, its not the bliss,
Its not my strength, i may not survive,
Its me too scared, its me still alive.

Few moments ago I knew how to swim,
So dared myself to climb further up the brim,
Wanted to feel the adventure, live unknown risk,
But the zeal dripped, and daring flipped, so brisk.

So what's pulling me out, when i know i have control,
The water is deep, but shallow I have always patrolled.
Drown, i cannot, for I have company for anything odd,
What's proving mightier, over facts giving away the nod

Its coming from inside, something holding in the heart
And when I enquire,  it has my voice, its my part,
So, what should i throw at it, for I know its corrupt,
Just want to go ahead, don't want it to interrupt.

Talking to it again, showing truth to it again,
There's so much at stake, still the best to gain
Hush!! no more need to hear you, dear you,
You are just the negative, so I shall tear you

Looking at the lake again, eyeing all that i'd reap,
The water is blue, maybe cold, and for sure deep,
Dear Fear, this is for you, for you need to shut forever,
With my every good behind me, i take this leap...,

So I took the leap to survive,
its me now fearless, its me so alive...

...Rakesh

द्वंद्व

द्वंद्व

हमारी तुम्हारी इस बात में, कुछ अपनी कही कुछ तुम्हारी सुनी.

बातों के इस ढेर से चुनकर, फिर नयी एक कहानी बुनी,

इस कहानी के पत्रों में लेकिन, स्वयं को अकेला पता हूँ मैं,

क्यों चुप रहकर ही बेहतर, सुन पाता हूँ मैं.

कही जाने कितनी चीज़ें, तुमको बस शोर सुनाई पड़ा.

समझने का जो भी यत्न किया, वो औंधे मुँह आकर गिरा,

आँखें बंद करके भी सदा, क्यों अपने भाव ही गुनगुनता हूँ मैं,

क्यों नींद में रहकर ही, अपने सपने जी पता हूँ मैं.

दिन के उजाले मैं देखना, चाहता हूँ दुनिया के रंग सभी,

रंग चुरा लेता है कोई, रोशनी खो जाती है कभी,

ये इच्छा तुम्हे बताने से पहले, क्यों शब्दों को पलट जाता हूँ मैं,

क्यों पलकों के अंधेरे मैं बैठकर ही, ये रंग देख पाता हूँ मैं.

चाहते हो तुम जिस पथ पर चलना, कठोर लगने लगता है क्यों,

पैरों मैं छाले पड़ने हैं लगते, तुम्हारी और जो बढ़ने लगूँ,

विषम है इस पथ पर चलना, पर साथ तुम्हारा ही चाहता हूँ मैं,

तुम्हारे ध्येय को अपना साधकर ही, क्यों आगा बढ़ पाता हूँ मैं.

शायद जिस से बना हूँ मैं, वो मिट्टी खुद से ही बँधती है,

अपने तंतु से जुड़ती है, चाहे कितना भी छनती है,

जिस आकर मैं खुद को चाहूं, वो आकस्मात भूल जाता हूँ मैं,

क्यों द्वंद्व से बाहर आकर ही, खुद को स्मरण आता हूँ मैं.

-- राकेश



A Society in Dilemma..

Our country is facing the yet another wave of poisonous communal-ism, that time and again visits us as unwanted guests. We have indeed devised an imperfect way of dealing and then living with it. The cost paid is rather high while the solution is very short lived.


The citizen of this vast and vivid nation are always susceptible to anything that is related to religion or community and hence the sources of any news or report relating to religion or community need to be very accurate and carefully displayed. With sentiments so fragile, any wrong or wrongly put news turns out to be fatal to the peace and harmony.

On the other hand, the political stage of our county has never been so trustworthy, we tend to deny and oppose what the govt officially communicates, in light of coveted intentions of politicians and their endeavour to hide their failure.
So here comes the dilemma, we have a rather insensitive media and an unreliable govt, for any news to be brought to people in a least disruptive manner. So we see the source shifting to SMS and Internet, which may be misused by anyone with malign intentions. Our willingness to know and act is so strong that we try to believe what brings us to action (Positive or Negative). And so the acts happen, more unwanted then wanted.

The need of the hour however is at three fronts, firstly getting more credible government for ourselves, elect leaders who are honest to their people. This can only be ensured by good use of our right to vote, we loose right to complain if we don't use our right to vote. Secondly, bringing sense of responsibility to media in publishing sensitive news and reports, which would be done, with us not responding to sensational news, but to sensible news. And third the rumours, we being part of the channel that is used to spread a rumour, can be cautious enough to pass on only credible news.

The Dilemma should go off, its more of a careless mistake then a big problem. And its we who suffer, so its we who should act.​

Rakesh

Prayas Hai..

Limitless...

May be its right, or maybe just the height,
Maybe its the flow, or maybe needs a blow.
Maybe its so deep, that noone is able  to peep,
Maybe its a gorge, or maybe its the leap.

Maybe its a desire, or maybe what you admire
Maybe its a dream, or maybe just catching a gleam,
Maybe its for fun, or maybe it needs to burn,
Maybe its so easy, or maybe its all so crazy

Maybe thats a win, that leads others to grin,
Maybe it has fire, or maybe its not entire,
Maybe its on water or maybe its not on charter
Maybe its too cold, or maybe its not so bold

Maybe you're in doubt, maybe you are so sure,
Maybe you dont have it, maybe you need to explore,
But, if it is what you want, dont let it regress,
Limits cease to exist, by just thinking limitless..      
                                                                                         
Rakesh..

The Postal Stamp

The Postal Stamp

 

With Aspiration and Design, printed was I,

The land and Beyond Inhabited my eyes,

Didn’t know what lied and what I would carry,

A message for the parted, gift for loved or a reason to be merry.

But I wished I was taken, the longest it could be,

The land unseen, people unknown, per avian or by sea,

To be valued for what I am, be able to show the world.

What I am made of, what it means to be me.

So I got pasted to the biggest of the packs,

The address seemed unknown, sender unbothered to track.

I held by breath, for best prayed to my creator,

With dreams turning to reality, didn’t want to fall back.

And off we went, on the highway and on the flight,

The fear of unknown further gripped me tight,

We went on the journey turning long and longer,

I lost the track of the day and of the night.

The moment finally struck, and we knocked on the door,

Two rushing hands, numerous keen eyes, waited up a floor.

The party was on and the gift had arrived.

In time we reached so fruitful was the ride.

 

 

I felt proud and happiness soaked in,

A dream came true but doubt poked in.

What happens now, is it thus the end ?

Of sour, sweet and bitter, I was sipping the blend.

Then the gift was opened, lit everyone’s eyes,

The wrapper got trashed and so was I,

It was the end, I started to accept,

Every high has a low, I was living the concept.

We were getting carried, to be thrown in the bin,

Living my dreams was turning out to be a sin.

But destiny has a way of giving you the best,

All of a sudden we were brought to rest.

Then a soft hand felt me, and with care took me off,

I was placed on velvet, for never to doff.

I was getting collected, for the reason I was so rare,

The long distance I travelled paid off my fare.

So here I am, a postal stamp that stuck,

Reached where I willed to, with my share of luck.

Held to my dream and never let ‘em go,

As dream were still clear, when the ‘real’ was in muck.

Be a postal Stamp, stick till you reach there,

But it’s hard to know, where is your ‘there’.

Have faith in your dreams, they never let you fail,

Destiny is, not the address, to what you are mailed.

……Rakesh