Liberation.

In reply to http://beyondfewwords.blogspot.com/2010/08/victim-of-love.html

....she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?"For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said ..................

I had Loved 'YOU'

And loved YOU pure.

And so.

I had been 'Chosen'.

Chosen to set 'YOU" free.

For I had cared to see too.

What Your Creator had seen for YOU.

A world beyond these walls...

And YOU had to see that world.

I was God's messenger.

His 'Angel'.

If all YOU could acknowledge Me.

My purpose is done.

The Walls I have broken.

If YOU deny LIBERATION.

You deny His purpose.

And MY Love.

My Sacrifice.

Go, Set Yourself free...

And that day the Man died. As much as I am told. And his ashes till today wander scattered in the world to reach people and to tell them to understand LOVE. TO BREAK PRISONS. TO SHED WALLS...

But I believe.

A day shall come soon.

To revoke life in Him.

And bless Him with his share.

And I trust.

The Prisoner shall choose her freedom.

For 'THE LAW OF SACRIFICE'

has to be done justice with.

Existence.

Each morning.

There is this one thing which keeps Me going.
Like fuel for my soul.
As bread for my body.
As prayer for my essence.

And that is.
This acknowledgement.
That in the other corner of this world.
'YOU' EXIST.

'YOU' Like a Power.

Just Like Me.

Aware or unaware of My Existence.

Keep feeding this fire to go on...

And One day, I shall reach my Dream, my Desideratum...

And so every morning this one thing keeps Me going.

This acknowledgement.

That in the other corner of this world 'YOU' EXIST.

खुदाई.

कितना मुश्किल है खुद ही खुद को सज़ा देना.
झूठ कहना उतना ही मुश्किल, जितना सच बता देना।
खुद को खुद से जुदा, न होने देना है।
खुद को खुद का खुदा, आज कर देना है।

खुद को चाहत सिखा देना, नहीं है खुदगर्जी।
खुद को खुद से मिला देना, खुदा की है मर्ज़ी।
खुद से खफा रहना, खुदा को खोना है।

खोज खुद को, तुझमे खुदा तो होना है.

खुद को खुद से जुदा, न होने देना है।
खुद को खुद का खुदा, आज कर देना है...
आज कर देना है...

Mirror.

I have seen 'Them' playing with words.

I can play with words too.

But what the eyes have seen in these eyes.

Is true.

And shall remain here forever...

And what the heart has listened in this silence.

Is true.

And shall remain here forever...

I had needed in You.

A Friend, Philosopher and Guide.

But in You.

I found.

A Mirror.

I meet Me all over again.

Each day.

When I meet You.

And each day when I meet the mirror.

I meet You all over again...

लफ्ज़.

जो लफ्ज़ ह्रदय में सांसें लें; पर बाहर नहीं आ पातें हैं।

जब लफ्ज़ वही अनजाने- ही; मुझसे आकर टकरातें हैं।

तो लफ्ज़ अमर हो जातें हैं।

है लफ़्ज़ों का संगीत सुना; दिल की खामोशी को छूकर।

जब यूँ सबकुछ कह जातें हैं; ये लफ्ज़ अचानक चुप होकर।

इन्हें मन में समा तुम लेते हो;

तो ये नगमा बन जातें हैं।

और लफ्ज़ अमर हो जातें हैं।

और लफ्ज़ भी टूटें हैं पल- पल; होकर हताश खुद को खो कर।

और लफ्ज़ झुकें हैं; हारें हैं; रब के आगे फिर चुप होकर।

जो तुम इनको मिल जाते हो;

तो लफ्ज़ दुआ बन जातें हैं।

और लफ्ज़ अमर हो जातें हैं।

और लफ्ज़ भी तडपे हैं पल- पल; परतों- से इस दिल में जमकर।

जमें इन लफ़्ज़ों के पर्वत को; कोई आंच न पिघला पायी पर।

जो तुम इनको छू लेते हो;

तो ये गंगा बन जातें हैं।

और लफ्ज़ अमर हो जातें हैं।

जब लफ्ज़ कहें 'अब लड़ना है', 'अब आग पर हंसकर चलना है.'

तेरी जन्म भूमि, तेरी कर्मभूमि; तुझको बहुत कुछ बदलना है...

जो तुम इनको बन 'कृष्ण' मिलो;

तो ये गीता बन जातें हैं।

और लफ्ज़ अमर हो जातें हैं।

मै हर बार जनम लूंगी...

मै फिर जन्म लूंगी।

फिर मै इसी जगह आउंगी।

यें जो बिखर गएँ हैं लोग।

यें जो तोड़ रहें हैं देश मेरा।

यें विभाजित जिनके दिल हैं आज।

इन दिलों को मैं फिर से मिलाऊँगी...

मै फिर जन्म लूंगी।

फिर मै इसी जगह आउंगी...

हर ओरे द्वेष कि आग लगी; ये ख्वाब तो फिर भी पलता है।

सब प्रेम बदलते देखें हैं, यह 'प्यार' मगर न बदलता है।

यह प्यार है तुझसे देश मेरे; ये साथ मेरे मुझमे चलता है...

यह जो सो गएँ हैं लोग।

भ्रष्टता कि धुंध में खो गएँ है लोग।

बुराई कि आवाजों से हारकर चुप हो गएँ हैं लोग।

इनमे सोये उस रोष, उस आग को मै फिर जलाऊंगी।

मै फिर जन्म लूंगी।

फिर मै इसी जगह आउंगी।

जिस ओरे कदम मै रखती हूँ; भुखमरी गरीबी छायी है।

ट्रेनों के डब्बे उड़ायें किसने खेतों में आग लगाईं है।

नन्ही जानों को मसला है;

यें जो गुनाहों के कीचड में सन गएँ हैं लोग।

यें जो खुद से ही अजनबी बन गएँ हैं लोग।

यें जो नफरतों को फैला रहें हैं।

यें जो लोगों के घर जला रहें हैं।

इन्हें मैं।

फिर से प्यार करना सिखाउंगी।

मै फिर जन्म लूंगी।

फिर मै इसी जगह आउंगी।

जो राह चुनी है मैंने, वहाँ दूर दूर खारा सागर लहराता है।

फिर भी उस पार खड़ा कोई; मुझको खींच बुलाता है।

जब जब हताश हो हारू मै; मार्गदर्शक एक सितारा -सा।

कुछ है जो मुझमें मिल जाता है; जलता है, मुझे जलाता है।

मैं आज चलीं हूँ आग पे इस।

एक दिन यें सब भी आएँगे...

यें जो बिखर रहें हैं लोग।

यें जो तोड़ रहें है देश मेरा...

यें विभाजित हैं जिनके दिल आज।

इनके दिलों को मै फिर से मिलाऊँगी...

मै हर बार जनम लूंगी।

हर बार मै इसी जगह आउंगी....

The Sprouting LIFE.

It rained last night.
Inundating my soul.
Somehow it managed to penetrate so deep.
To wash 'it' all...

And sprouts this morning in me,
This life.
Innocent, tender and green.
And I am changed.
I had never in my life felt this before.
This 'tender life' in me, I had never realised or seen...

This tender 'life'.
Is not for prudence to smother.
Is not for any past or 'those people' to bother..
This life.
Is to grow...
To breathe, to bloom, to survive.
This 'life' is to set me free.
It is to tell me that I AM ALIVE...

The dawn is breaking.

"The Dawn is breaking.

And I know,

‘My star’ shall fade away soon."

I stood there, erect like a building, with my hands on the cold black iron railings of my previous corridor of my hostel. I stood there with a question. I stood there with a fear. But I stood straight this time. Straight and strong. Unlike the innumerable sleepless nights in dereliction which I had spent here. I was still sleepless, still full of uneasiness, but there was something which was guiding me now, and fixing me; an invincible power, a light, a Star… ‘My star’… It was quarter to five, three hours that I had been standing there looking at that gleaming star…

"The Dawn was breaking.

And I knew,

‘My star’ shall fade away soon."

I had spent on this corridor dark and cold nights, nights that would leave me wandering in sleeplessness and indelible fears … But last night was different.

It was heavenly.

It was mine. All mine.

It was like a miracle. A dream. A beautiful Dream.

I would run, get up from my torpor at some hour of the night and find myself at this very place of the corridor in search of one moment of peace; but I would find it not. I would look at the sky and darkness would ooze out from it. And my face had a kind of fatigue, a tormented weariness, a fear of a struggle against a thought, an idea, a moment- against something that cannot be conquered, that never rests…

But last night shone on this face, A Star. A Heavenly Star.

A Star miles away from me, still bathing me in its warmth.

As though ‘it’ had been waiting to guide me all these years. And to Love Me.

I could feel the Fire blazing in its core.

The Fire to lead this world.

The Fire to light the cosmos.

It was alone. It was dejected.

But ‘it’ was so full of Life.

And Love.

It kept guiding me all through this dark night.

Unknowingly.

Or knowingly perhaps.

But Unknowingly I was being entangled up into it.

And its light pellucid and divine.

And when it would say my name, and kept saying it in my ears;

It was peace. It was solace.

And it would touch me in my soul through its limpid light beam,

crossing light years of distance amidst us in that one ephemeral moment.

I did not ask it ever,

If it had come to shine for me forever;

If it had been waiting to guide me forever;

And to love me…

Or

If it were a meager streak of light dispersed in the cosmos some light years back;

No longer in existence;

Playing with me…

An illusion.

A verisimilitude…

I did not ask it ever….

Nor will I do...

There is faith.

There is something so beautiful.

It is pure. It is innocent. It is sacred.

It keeps me bathed in its light of joy and freedom and purity…

It is like a dream…

And now,

"The Dawn is breaking.

And I know,

‘My star’ shall fade away soon."

The dawn is breaking; a light shining through.

You're barely waken; and I'm entangled up in You...

I'm open. You're close. And I'll follow; You'll go...

I worry I won't see your face... Light up again...

And I worry If I won't hear you laugh and feel your pain...

The dawn is breaking.

And I know.

You 'My star' shall fade away soon...

But even in this new dawn, if I won't see You again;

I shall keep your light within my body, as pure as it is.

And my Faith in You preserved in my soul.

Forever.

The path is tough.

And I'm moving.

आकार

डरती थी मिटटी जो, फिर चाक चड़ने से;
तपने से, फिर भीगने से, टूटने से, पिघलने से।
तू आंचों में सौ पका के।
फिर चाक मुझको चढ़ा के।
तू चोट करता है।
फिर उसको भरता है।
देता मुझको 'आकार' है...

तू ताप दे कि, पिघल मैं सकूँ जिससे।
इस आग पर तेरी, चल मै सकूँ हँस के।
बंधन तू कुछ तोड़ता है।
धागे तू यूँ जोड़ता है...
तू ही मिटाता है।
फिर से बनाता है।
देता मुझको 'आकार' है...