Showing posts with label homestate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homestate. Show all posts

Thursday, June 12, 2014

A House at the Grange

Since ages I haven’t been asleep in the lap of insouciance. It has been so long since I was at my home, the place where I grew up. In the ‘Nest’ of ‘Love’, my childhood bloomed. Where birds came and lived and became part of my evening plays, that is my home.

Every morning it was chatter of birds in balcony that woke me up. Their tore up feathers I collected, and preserved them so I could remember them even after they left. Tickle of my small fingers on the feathery head is still afresh in the memory. Where I lived lovingly, that is my home.

By the shade of the back wall in the compound, I recited poems in the afternoon. I weaved stories and played my role with conceit. Mamma’s words went unheard and my plays continued in the blazing sun. Where life was carefree, that is my home.

I don’t wish to win the rat race now; I set myself free from all the responsibilities. I want to travel to the place that soothes me with belongingness. I want to soak myself in the rain of memories from my childhood. Where I will heal myself, that is my home.

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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Home!!! | Gharaonda...

घर की याद तो आती थी,
आंसू छलक भी जाते थे;
लफ़्ज़ों में हाल बयां ना करते,
पर दर्शक समझ ही जाते थे.

हमारी तेज़ और स्पर्धा को
नयी उचाइयां जो देनी थी,
कुछ अधूरे ख्वाब थे हमारे,
पुराने कुर्ते के फटे जेब थे सारे;
इनको नया जो करना था,
अम्बर से प्रकाश को लाना था.
घर की झोली कम पर जाती
तो हौसला अपने अन्दर ही भर लिए;
मैं फिर आऊंगा की दस्तक छोर कर
घर से दूर हम निकल लिए.

वर्ष कितने ऐसे ही बीते;
संघर्ष में सनी स्याही से,
हम इतिहास के नये पन्ने भरते.
घर की बिलखती यादों को शांत कर
ह्रदय कठोर, हौसला ठान कर,
मैं जल्द आऊंगा के गीत गा कर,
मंजिलों की ओर हम बढ़ते रहते.
  
अपने आंगन से दूर रह कर,
विशाल गगन में अपनी छाप छोर कर,
आज चंद सितारे तोड़ लाया हूँ;
घर से दूर रह कर
अंधकार जो हमने देखा था,
हिम्मतों की खरी लौ में आज,
अमर दीपक जला कर लाया हूँ.

मंजिलों को हासिल करके,
कुछ और नये ख्वाब देख के,
हौसला कुछ और समेट ले आया हूँ;
नए धुनों में अपने गीत भर कर,
अपनी आवाज़ में गुनगुना रहा हूँ.
माँ के पास आज लौटने,
घर वापस मैं जा रहा हूँ...

घर वापस मैं जा रहा हूँ…




/*     I want to dedicate this poem to my lovely Father. What sort of days we have seen together, living away from our own home, for consecutive five years almost, they can' be described in words. However I just tried to present a glimpse in this poem. This is for the first time in my life when I have tried to write a poem in Hindi. I can speak, but honestly, I am very weak at writing Hindi. But still, I have tried.
And my Dad; he is very happy on being back to our home town, back to our home. My mom and me; we glad on seeing him happy. :))     */