Ek Parody

(V. Shantaram Ji se chhama sahit)

Swatantrata Diwas ki paawan sandhya par rajnaitik daldal mein apni lekhni dubo kar ek parody likhi hai. Aasha karta hoon ki aap sab iske sulabh shabdon par na jakar iske bhaav tatha vyang ka aanand lenge.

" Aiy Maalik terey bande hum,

   Aise bhi kya apne karam,

   Neta jo diye sab hain behroopiye,

   Kuch in mein se kar de tu kam.

    Yeh election hai phir aa raha

     Tera insaan ghabra raha

      Vote kisko de ab

       Isne dekhein hain sab

       Koi zyaada hai, koi hai kam,

       Loot chori hai inka dharam,

       Nahi aati hai inko sharam.

        Neta jo diye sab hain behroopiye,

        Kuch in mein se kar de tu kam.

         Oochey oochey hain inke mahal,

         Ghaple inke liye hain sehel,

        Roz daawat karein,

        Hum to bhookon marein,

        Humko pani nahi, inko rum.

Neta jo diye sabh hain behroopiye,

 Kuch in mein se kar de tu kam.

     Jhootey kisse hain yeh gaanthte,

Bhaibhai ko hain baantte,

Yeh vibhaajan karein,

Usse shaasan karein,

Kab talak inko jheleinge hum.

Neta jo diye sab hain behroopiye,

Kuch in me se kar de to kam.

Aiy Maalik tere bande hum....

Neend kis tarah aayee tumhe uss raat

उनसे क्या कहूं जिन्होंने वह ज़ुल्म किया। यह संबोधन उन सम्वेद्न्हीनों से है जिन्होंने 16 दिसम्बर को उस अबला की सहायता नहीं की।

हे कृषण-देश के वासियों 

बतलाओ मुझे यह बात

नींद किस तरह आयी तुम्हे उस रात ?

उसकी वेदनाएं, उसकी चीत्कार

सहायता के लिए उसकी पुकार 

सुनी नहीं तुमने या सुन ना  चाही नहीं

अबला की चीखों ने क्या नहीं किया

तुम्हारे ज़मीरों पर कुठाराघात

नींद किस तरह आई तुम्हे उस रात ?

बहुत सहा उसने, बहुत लड़ा उसने

पर कहाँ तक और कब तक लडती वह

अंततः वह चल गयी, पर

छोड़ गयी अधूरे सपने और कुछ मर्मस्पर्शी तास्सुरात

और बहुत से उलझे हुए सवालात

सर्वप्रथम यह की नींद किस तरह आयी तुम्हे उस रात ?

हे कृषण-देश के वासियों 

बतलाओ मुझे यह बात

नींद किस तरह आयी तुम्हे उस रात ?

Bapu kya main beti tumhari nahi hoon?

Ek tiraskrit beti ki pukaar.
Daughter's Day Special- Education of the Girl Child.


Bapu kya main beti tumhari nahi hoon?
Bhaiya ke jitni kya pyari nahi hoon?

Hasna mujhe bhi toh aata hai bapu,
Padhna mujhe bhi toh bhata hai bapu,
Par tumne na di mere haathon mein pustak,
Kaha bhagya ke aage raho nat mastak.

Bapu kya main beti tumhari nahi hoon?
Bhaiya ke jitni kya pyaari nahi hoon?

Baapu main jab jaungi sasuraal apne,
Le jaungi kya khwaab kya sapne?
Kolhoo ka bail ban sab karungi?
Pairon ki mail ban sab sahungi?

Bapu kya main beti tumhari nahi hoon?
Bhaiya ke jitni kya pyaari nahi hoon?

Democracy

Durbhagya vash 65 varsh ki azaadi ke baad bhi humein sahi manon mein DEMOCRACY nahi mill payi hai.
Chakradharr kehte hain," Jahaan janta ki, janta dwara, janta ke liye aisee taisee hoti hai wahi democracy hoti hai." Main apne toote phoote shabdon mein yun kehta hun:



Swatantra huye din beet gaye,
Par DEMOCRACY ek mithya hai,
Is desh ke bhaiyya roop hain do,
Ek Bharat hai, ek India hai.


Yahaan kewal roti aur paani,
Wahaan cake aur murga biryani,
Har shai ka hai aabhav yahaan
Aur sab kuch hai bebhaav vahaan.
Yahaan paida kar kar marr jaate,
Wahaan paida kar ke tarr jaate,


Haan chain se aati neend yahaan,
Wahaan dunlap hai lekin chain kahaan?
Is desh ke bhaiyya roop hain do,
Ek Bharat hai, ek India hai.

Azaadi ka arth

Mitron, desh ki vartamaan paristhithiyon se khinn ho kar bojhil mann se main in chaar panktiyon dwaara maujooda parevesh mein azaadi ka arth pesh kar raha hoon.


Hum azaad hain khoon bahaane ke liye,
Hum azaad hain loot ke khaane ke liye,
Isi ko toh kehte hai POORN SWARAJ,
Poora desh apna hai aag lagaane ke liye.

REJUVENATION

This poem was written in December, 1991.

It is dedicated to my daughters.

Returning from a hectic day at work

When I see your toothless cherubic smile,
Light up your endearing face,

When I hear you gurgle
Your tiny tongue darting in and out
I stare at you mesmerised.

And then you clutch at my fingers

While I hold you close

To kiss your chubby cheeks
And all of a sudden

My tiredness and fatigue disappear

Like the morning mist

Dispelled by the rising SUN

And I am rejuvenated.

Fashion ki Deewangi

Doston, aaj aap ke liye pesh hai ek naya hi rang,
Karuna aur desh prem ke baad lijiye hasyawyang.

(TV par vibhinn fashion parades evam fashion week se chhubdh ho kar maine yeh panktiyaan likhi hain).



Vastron ki pradarshini hai ya nirvastrta ki?
Sajja ke naam par hod hai nirlajjata ki
Daulat aur shohrat ki daud mein dekho
Bali chadh rahi hai Bhartiya asmita ki.



Isi se sambandhit, shaadi ke "bazaar" par ek tippani.


Maa boli beti se, "Haiyen! Ye poore vastra kyun pehne?
Ari nasamajh pehen aadhe vastra aadhe gahne,
Shaaleenta, sanskriti aur sankoch, huye sab puraane naam
Shaadi ke bazaar mein adhnagnta  hi badhaati daam."