Monday, April 19, 2010

Bihar ki Beti

उस प्रदेश की गीली मिट्टी पे
नंगे पाँव चली, बचपन खेली 
कंकर, गोली, और गुड्डी बन 
स्वच्छंद फिरी कुछ यूँ कि 
नील गगन में निर्भय ही 
अन्य पतंगो संग पेंच लड़ाई थी;
जून की लू और जनवरी की बोरसी -
इन की तपिश ने सेंका यूँ कि
ज़िंदगी की झुलस कभी 
मन विचलित ना कर पायी थी।

वो सोंधी ख़ुशबू सावन की -
जिस से रिझ कर जनप्रीत में 
मन मतवाला होता था;
साँझ की पूर्वा बयार ने आँगन में 
गेंदा, चमेली, जूही, चम्पा,
रात की रानी, रजनीगंधा का 
प्यार पुरम पूर उँडेला था;
उसी आँगन पड़ी चारपाई पर से
टूटते तारे तकते तकते, 
तकिया पर सर रखे 
ख़्वाबों की चूनर बुन जाती थी, 
फिर ध्रुव से दिशा इंगित करवा
सुबह अपनी राहों का निशाँ 
ढूंढ पाती थी.

अहा! बड़ा खुश मस्त सा 
जाम पिया वहाँ 
प्रकृति के अलबेले घेरे में -
नीम, बरगद तले झूला झूले
जिन की मस्त उठानों ने
जीवन में उड़ानें भरने की 
अदा हमें सिखलायी थी।

बेरें खाईं, गुठली चूसी
चटखार सहित इमली खायी थी,
गंगा ने सींचा इस मिट्टी को 
ऐसे की धैर्य, संतोष के अंकुर फूटे
खायी रोटी नमक जो इस धाम -
खरी वाणी और सच को चुन कर
सबल मनोबल लिए अडिग कदम से 
कर्मयोग पे पर बने रहने की
निष्ठा जानी थी.

सो दूर सही - 
हूँ नतमस्तक ऋण से, विधाता 
गर्व का आभास भी है 
आज सात समुंदर पार सही 
पर बेटी हूँ बिहार की। 

Friday, April 16, 2010

Maa

Maa ruko abhi
nahi badi huwi main
man nirbal ab bhi
darta hai.

Maa thamo zara
kuch aur ghadi
meri peed haro
ke jwar taap jo ho
har asmanjas
har thokar par
hriday chitkar bas
maa maa
karta hai.

Nahin badi huwi main..

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Don't dig
new roots
into this unaccustomed
Earth-
as skin shrivels
on me I fear
I'll lose touch with
grounds that I always
knew to be
my own.

4.4.10 on bus when returning from Venice to Florence.

- Sabina Fatima Hussain

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Nirvana

i've reached
a state
where there is no want
to possess
yes i'm ready
to let go -
is this nirvana -
i ask myself
when my cup of life
is just full
filled to the brim
with no drop to spare
for over spill
no space is there
remaining to let
extreme emotions
in!

Thought bubble that floated up on the steps at St Marcos Sqaure in Venice with Aamal quietly playing by me on the afternoon of 3.4.10

My Gladiator

You said
can you be a Gladiator
I say Son sure be -
all of us are anyway warriors
in varying ways of world.

Some wage war
for want of wealth
some to possess power
or seek control so
they wreak havoc
with awesome plunder
on all to be fancied
time casts their mark
with bloodshed, parting, disaster,
a trail of legacy
is left behind
in seeping wounds so raw
they still continue to bleed
smoulder pages of our history.

Those battles cost
a fortune dear
for soil and toil of world
beauty, creativity were
destroyed after
so lovingly man's hand
generated whenev'r
it happened that there was
a brief pause for peace.

Looking back
at tales of past,
I'll wish and choose
to bless thee
with best as I can see
head, go forth
do fight, if you must,
but not for sake
of base desire,
your choice of war
ought deserve
brave mettle of the Freeman
I raised aloft
to let his eyes see
lofty causes to aspire
so surge, lunge and rise
to discover
countless ways
to truth, justice and liberty
for all with your might obtain
science and art as art of God
to be preserved.

Do cast your sword
yes cut with steely words
let man's mind yield
with flicks of pen
move of tongue
colossal blows of intellect
render carve out
reach for destiny
go Gladiator go achieve
live as man among men
who're committed by their vows
with raging passion in caring heart
smear hope and faith across
your life's canvas
to urge some more
inspire many
against what humanity
sadly still endures-
for poverty, pain and misery
are demonic scourges that
my Gladiator has
to strike.

Aamal asked to be a Gladiator, standing in arena of the Colosseum, Rome on 1st April 2010.
The guide said:
take Hope, Charity, Faith
to find
true wealth
of this world-
is Contentment.

Thought bubble raised by travel guide Michael in Florence on 3rd April, 2010.