September 13, 2011

Poem on Rain (Rainy Season) in Hindi


यूँ तो हर उम्र में बारिश से जुड़े अपने ही खट्टे-मीठे अहसास और अनुभव होते हैं। पर बचपन की बरसात से जुडी यादें कुछ अलग ही होती हैं। कागज़ की नावों को तैराने के हौसले कितने मासूम होते हैं। मिट्टी के घरौंदे बनाने के सुख के सामने महलों के सूख फीके पड़ जाते हैं। मयूरों के नृत्य का प्राकृतिक अहसास और इद्रधनुष के रंगों से सजा आकाश, सब कितने मनोरम लगते हैं। ओलों को लूटने की भागदौड़ बड़े होकर भौतिक साधनों के पीछे दौड़ने वाली ज़िन्दगी का परिहास करती मालूम होती है। सच! बचपन से जुडी ऐसी यादों का कोई सानी नहीं होता। तभी तो हर कोई फिर से अपने बचपन में लौट जाना चाहता है। 

बारिश और यादें 

(1)

रिमझिम बारिश से भीगी मिट्टी 
और मिट्टी की सौंधी खुशबू से महकी यादें
खेल-खेल में बनते बिगड़ते मिट्टी के घरौंदों की यादें। 

यादें पानी में बहती-डूबती कागज़ की नावों की 
और छप-छप करते नन्हें पैरों में बजते घुंघरू की यादें। 

चेहरे पे गिरती पानी की बूंदों से बंद आँखों में सिमटी यादें 
बारिश में शोर मचाते, भागते- दौड़ते बचपन की यादें। 

यादें टर-टर शोर मचाते, उछलते- कूदते मेंढकों की 
और पंख फैलाकर छत पे नाचते मयूरों की यादें। 

बूंदों को छूते हाथों की बंद मुट्ठी में कैद यादें
बारिश में गिरते ओलों से बचती-बचाती यादें। 

यादें इन्द्रधनुष के रंगों को पहचानती नन्हीं आँखों की 
और मस्ती में झूमते, गाते, थिरकते बचपन की यादें। 

यादें बस यादें... 
हर पल याद आती यादें। 

Monika Jain 'पंछी' 
(13/09/2011)

(2)

ये बारिश की बूँदें
सिर्फ पानी की बूँदें नहीं है मेरे लिए 
इनमें बसे हैं ना जाने कितने लम्हें 
जो जीए थे मैंने सिर्फ तेरे लिए। 

मेरी आँखों पर इनकी छुअन 
जगा देती है उन ख्वाबों को 
जो हम तुम मिलकर देखा करते थे 
और होठों पर इनका स्पर्श पाकर 
गुनगुनाने लगती हूँ वो सारे गीत 
जो तुम बस मेरे लिए गाते थे। 

ये सिर्फ मुझे नहीं भिगोती 
भिगो देती हैं मेरी रूह को कुछ ऐसे 
बुझते अंगारों पर डाले हो 
घी के छींटे किसी ने जैसे। 

काश! मौसम की इस पहली बारिश को 
देख पाती तुम्हारे साथ 
जीती उन सारे लम्हों को फिर से 
तेरे हाथों में देकर अपना हाथ। 

Monika Jain 'पंछी'
(17/06/2013)

15/02/2018 - Note : These are old writings and leading to spirituality today I am not much concerned with such writings. Childhood is the blissful time of anyone’s life. It’s the most joyful time. A time of no stress and no worries, a time full of innocence. We all wish to live those days again. But living in past is not a good thing. It’s better to step towards awakening flawlessness than to ignorant innocence.

September 12, 2011

Sad Poetry in English

Silent Cry

(1)

Neither overflow through tears
nor written on papers
There are some pains
that only resides within heart veins.

(2)

Tell the happiness not to knock my doors
I can’t even welcome them
Tell the dreams to search someone else's eyes
My eyes are moist can’t dare to weave them. 

(3)

Every night sleeps in your thoughts
Every morning begins with your dreams
You have given me so much pain
that my soul cries even during sleep. 

(4)

Your desires, I wish!
could see my difficulties
But in front of your ambitions
you can’t see anything else
Your game of making alive
which is dead
and killing that again
How much my soul suffers
do you have any guess?

(5)

If you stayed a stranger
so much would survive within me
The cost of knowing you
I paid losing myself
How to forgive you
How to forget everything
You character is still of disloyalty
wrapped in selfishness.

(6)

My efforts are continued to smile all the time
But these eyes are deceiving them
My efforts are continued to hide my wounds
But this world is digging into them.

(7)

Neither by thundering clouds
nor by sparkling lights
I startled when there is a silent noise
In spite of denying my breath hear it
In this silence
A heart cries loud making no voice.

(8)

No destination, no desire, not a dream anymore
I am simply doing that gives peace to my heart
There would be a reason why i am breathing
Just because of that I am moving on the path.

Monika Jain ‘Panchhi’

17/10/2017 : Note : These are my old writings and leading to spirituality, today I am not concerned with such writings. As spiritualism is a journey from expectations to acceptance, from complaints to responsibility, from dependence to independence, from innocence to flawlessness and from ignorance to awakening. No matter, whoever is in front of us, whatever wrong he did with us, how difficult our situations are, in spiritualism there is no other.

September 11, 2011

I Miss You Poem for Him in English


(1)

You Are My Entire World

When the raindrops touch my eyelids
It's you who flow as tears
When the wet soil spreads its fragrance
Your odor I feel everywhere.

When the sun rays knock my door
You become my morning
When I look at sunset
I feel you as the gust of evening.

The blue sky
reminds me your eyes
Remembrance of your naughtiness
is giving me butterflies.

You become the wish of my eyes
When I see at a shooting star
When the clouds roar
You become the beats of my heart.

I feel your presence
even in crowd
Distance keeps us apart
but you are always in my heart.

When I recall your voice
a smile comes on my face
I can feel the warmth
and gentleness of your embrace.

When I sleep at night
You become the dreams of my eyes
When I wish to write something
You become the words of my rhyme.

Lying in my bed
You are running in my head
You are not close many miles away
but you are always with me in thousand ways.

My love for you is endless
that can not be measured
You are my reason to live
and You are my entire world.

Monika Jain 'Panchhi'
(11/09/2011)

(2)

I’m Waiting...

You are not here
but your memories are with me forever.

Each of my talk is about you
All the time I think of you.

My every tear is in your memory
It's your feel that I always carry. 

In my dreams only you reside
My heart beats because you are inside.

You are the reason I breathe
It's your sweetness that shine on my teeth.

Every moment I'm waiting for you
Everything of mine is only for you.

Monika Jain 'Panchhi'
(09/2012)

05/03/2018 - Note : When you are in love and your loved one is not with you, everything around remind you of him/her. You miss and feel his/her presence, smile, laugh, warmth, touch and everything about him/her. But living in memories or past is not a good thing. Leading to spirituality today I am not much concerned with such writings, as spiritualism is a journey from dependence to independence.