Rani

This kavita is dedicated to my bangalore friends(specially chotu singh from whom I learned how to use this term) and all the ranis in whose love we grew up.



pehli nazar dekhte hi suru go gayi apni kahani
tere roop ko dekh fisal gayi meri jawani
tere naino se ghayal hokar baat humne maani
tum hi ho mere dil ki rani

pilaya tune kitno ko ghat ghat ka pani,
phir bhi hai duniya teri diwani
bas ek baar ban ja meri rani
phir roz pilaunga tujhe special neembu pani

tere aane se khushaal meri zindagani
rang birangi lage hai duniya saari
ab to tere sang hi jeene marne ki hai maine thani
kyon ki tum ho meri rani

tere pyar ne ufaan hai maari
tere liye kuraban meri mehbooba poorani
tere sang hi shaadi mujhko banani
zindagi tere saath hai beetani

ab der na karo bharne mein hami
ban jayo sada ke liye meri maharani warna
hum dhoondh lege koi doosri sayani
jo banegi mere dil ki rani.

The Lost India......

India, the emerging economy of 21st century, the software hub of world, the most sought after destination for MNCs for their investment(of course after china), the next superpower in the making is what we proudly flaunt today to the rest of the world.But a few years back, say from 25years back, the picture was quite contrasting- the land of snake charmers, the land of bullock carts, the place of naked sadhus, the place where millions died of hunger!! The journey has been, no doubt, quite remarkable.
In the glory of resurgent India, lets just spare a moment to think about what has been lost. Behind the talk of big and powerful MNCs, the feeble voice of swadeshi is lost.In the loud voice of globalisation and liberalisation, the cries of the families of farmers who commited suicide are lost.In the increasing scandals and criminalistion of politics, the credibility of indian democracy is lost. In the rise of regional sentiments, the national feelings are lost. In the victory of Gujarat elections, the memories of Godhra victims are lost. In the celebrations of Bhatiya parwasi diwas(for NRIs), the sufferings of millions who live below the poverty line are lost.In the pompous lightings of big malls, the darkness of millions of villages is lost.In the grand dishes of five star parties, the hungers of millions starving on streets are lost.In the media hype of valentines day, the independence day and republic day are lost.In the cacophony of MTV generation, the melody of Indian classical music is lost.In the huge crowd of mertos and cities, the small villages are lost.In the mad rush for making money, the basic human values are lost.

And when so much things are lost, who cares about the snake charmers and bullock carts, who have quitely disappeared to make way for the shining India!!

She...........

As I walk the empty street

comfortably numb by the cold breeze

She appears to be somewhere

not to be seen anywhere!!

To love her is foolish says the mind

but to miss her is what misses my heart the most

between the conflict of emotion and reason

love is the winner....

The love remains a enigma

the more you have of it

the less you know of it

but what is life without enigma

and what is love without she

for she is answer to all of them