मेरा तेरा, तेरा मेरा

किसने देखा, किसका गाँव
धरती पर रखने दो पाँव

सब इतिहास, हुआ भूगोल
आंखें किसको रहीं टटोल

मेरा तेरा, तेरा मेरा
कैसा होगा नया सवेरा

उसकी भाषा, उसका दावं
धरती पर रखने दो पाँव
किसने देखा, किसका गाँव.

मेरा घर, मेरा संसार
आस पास सब है परिवार

तेरा भवन, भवन बेकार
आंखें ढूँढें पालनहार

कदम पड़ रहे, डावांडोल
आँखें किसको रहीं टटोल
सब इतिहास हुआ भूगोल.

जीवन का सब सार विचार
साथ ना जाये कुछ भी यार

धन, पद, शक्ति और सम्मान
नियमो का क्यों हो अपमान

बीन बजाये, कौन सपेरा
मेरा तेरा, तेरा मेरा
कैसा होगा नया सवेरा...

(7th Oct 2010/ Shillong - Meghalaya)

I AM TIRED

Am I getting tired?
Chirping of the birds,
days after nights,
and
nights after days,
penetrating through
window panes,
would not last much.
From life
as if I am fired.
Am I getting tired?

Gaping at the half moon,
Oh! Moon,
Sun after Moon,
and
Moon after Sun,
showering diamond drops
through the eyes of sky.
May be tomorrow or thus,
Or, if I am admired.
Am I getting tired?

Vying with that banyan tree,
which has seen,
Spring after Rain,
and
Rain after Spring,
Unchanged, unlike chameleon,
through the tilting of leaves.
Shadow to be hired.
Am I getting tired?

Swimming in the standstill lake,
Or dead-body on an ice cake.
Resting after being tired.
Tired of having done
unwanted unwillingly.
Tired of having seen
things at wrong places.
Tired of having behaved differently, unwillingly.
Tired of admiring
the wrong.
Tired of having
Pretended, willingly.
Tired of Things,
People and Places.
Tired of Everything, Everybody.

I can feel
The melting ice,
without any prejudice.
I would wake up tomorrow.
That tomorrow which
never comes.
That tomorrow which
never dies.

But not today.
Fearing to be fired.
Today I am tired.
I am really tired.

(19th Feb 1998 at 5:30 pm, Qr No 29: Shercol: Kanglung: Bhutan: while in fever)

NEW LIFE

Dying,
with an expectation of
New life.

Life,
not a sign of death.
Without its fear and fancy.
Imagining
Life after Death.
Hoping it, to be better
than the present one.

Depending on better tomorrow.
Tomorrow –
always better than today.
Today –
Always better than yesterday.
Past –
Present –
And Future.
When
Death would be Past,
And the Life
Present,
I would wake up,
for that
Fresh beginning of Life.

Life,
which would be unperishable,
but not be so revealing.
Life,
which would be undramatic,
but not be so relieving.
Life, which would be uncrowdy,
but not be so lonely,
So disturbing.


(2nd Dec 1998 – 2:40pm
Exam duty in MPH with Ganguli)