Right or Wrong;;

I have asked a number of persons about what to choose between the two options, I am having presently, but every advice made me a little more confused and left me in lurch. If anybody ask me, I will say, "Who are we to decide about what is right or what is wrong? We can not manipulate the results in our favor. In addition to this, what we can do is only to make attempt and wait for the results."  

There are few persons, some of them are my close friends, who would not be happy if I would leave my present job, and they will surely say, "You have spoiled your career." While majority of persons, including my family members, would be happy if I leave my current job and opt for option two. 

The time..

I think I am completely obsessed with the night, because majority of my poems are based in night. I don't know, why it is so? In the day time, I remain busy and I don't get any time to think about any creativity. But when the night falls, and I enter in my room after completing most of my work, my mind automatically starts to think some new things. These things turn in to words and words, ultimately in to poems.

Today, while I was returning to my home after a long walk in the night, I observe the clock tower closely. It seems to me as there was some thing so mysterious about it, and I start to continuously think about it. 

  

In the middle of the night;

when the whole world sleep;

I gaze the clock tower, 

while standing on my feet.

The moments pass in seconds;

the seconds make a minute;

the minutes turned in to hours;

and I listen the bell of tower.

Each moments have it's story;

each story have it's ending;

the ending makes me surprise,

and I say, "Life is full of miracles."

The time passes at it's speed;

it is a real friend indeed;

it teaches us many lessons;

including "Don't make enemies." 

Jitendra Gupta

Winners stand alone..

It gives me pleasure when I wonder in the foggy night. I like the loneliness and dislikes the crowds. In addition to this, it gives me satisfaction too because there is no one on my way to oppose me, when I use to wonder in the night. Normally peoples use to hide in their blanket in such cold nights but I love such nights. I have written my experience in the form of a poem, hope you will like it.... 

There is the fog;

There is the mist;

I can see everywhere,

on the streets.

I am here;

watching the moon light;

while standing in the cold.

below the sky of night.

Sky's color looks white;

It seems so bright;

Although there is no source-

of light in the night.

There is the drops-

of water, called 'dew';

I'm feeling it, while breathing,

while blinking, on my eyebrows.

There is silence;

and no sound at all.

except one or two voices-

coming from very far.

I like the loneliness,

I like the desert zone,

I feel like the conqueror;

because winners stand alone.

Jitendra Gupta

विस्मृत स्मृतियाँ

मैं भूल कर भी तुम्हे भूल ना सका, 

जो बात कहनी थी वो कह ना सका,

आज सुबह जब आइना देखना चाहा,

"वो मेरी ही शक्ल थी?" मैं कह ना सका.
रह-रह कर तुम मुझे याद आते हो,

जब-तब यादों की बरसात कर जाते हो,

बस भी करो अब और ना सताओ,

अब चैन से रहने दो मेरे पास ना आओ.
बहुत वक़्त गुजरा तुम्हारी यादों में,

पर पत्थरों को तरस कहाँ आता है, 

कहो तो गुजार दूँ सारी उम्र तनहा, 

पर अंधेरो को रौशनी कहाँ भाती है.

A very happy and prosperous new year to all my blog readers.....

Jitendra Gupta 

The Sixth Sense of Granny

There is no comparison of the goodness of the sun light with anything else in this world. And now a days; due to severe cold and fog and mist in atmosphere, we hardly get any chance to enjoy the sun, and this morning was different from the morning of all days, because the sun was shining in the sky and I was sitting on the terrace of my home to enjoy the sun. I was looking very tense as I was confused over some matter and could not determine "What should I do?".   I was thinking of continuing my current and temporary job which I am doing faraway from my home in a research institute or to quit it and join the training course of two year which will offer me permanent government job of teaching in my hometown. While the former is related to my study and demands more investment of approximately 6-7 years and which is uncertain too, the later leads me towards the settlement in my life and promised me to offer a government job and a bright future. I was pondering over this question and it has become the usual condition for me because now because I have become addicted to this condition of dilemma.

My grandmother, whom I called 'Amma', and who usually lived in our village home, has arrived here at our home in city, after a long time. She, too, was sitting there and caring my newly born nephew. She was massaging him and meanwhile taking a glimpse of me. I was aware that she was observing me, so I was trying to look normal. But I was annoyed very much and staring continuously the vehicles and trespassers on the roads. I thought many times to discuss the matter with Amma, but I didn't know what forbids me to do so. May be it was communication gap or something else due to which I was hesitating and could not talk with her.

She broke the silence and asked me, "What are you thinking?" 

"Nothing.." I replied.

"Oh;; so what have you decided for your future?" She asked again.

Now, Amma was getting the nerve of my problem on which I was thinking continuously. 

"I am feeling unable to decide anything." I replied.

"Your elder sister has told me that you should not leave the opportunity offered to you at your hometown and join this training, although you can leave your temporary job which you are doing faraway from your home." She was saying, "This training course is much better for you and for your future, and not that job."

I don't know how has she come to know my problem? Nobody has told her about my problem, although she was aware of my condition. It was, perhaps, her sixth sense, I concluded, due to which she read my mind exactly.

She has solved my problem, but this solution, too, turned in to a problem for me....as I am a born confused.  

अभिलाषा;

जब आप प्यार में होते है, तो सब कुछ अच्छा लगता है, हर चीज़ खुशनुमा दिखाई देती है, जब आप हँसते है, तो दुनिया भी आपके साथ हसती है, और जब दुनिया मायूस होती है तो भी आप हसते है. आपको समझ नहीं आता की लोग इतने दुखी और परेशान क्यों होते है. सारी दुनिया इतनी सुन्दर प्रतीत होती है की मन करता है की ये समय हमेशा बना रहे. और आप हमेशा मुस्कराते रहे. इन्ही अनुभवों पर कुछ पंक्तिया प्रस्तुत है.....

ना जाने क्यों तुमसे मिलने को दिल करता है,

तुम्हे पाने, तुम्हे छूने को दिल करता है,

मैं नहीं जानता ये क्या है, बस

तुम्हारी साँसों को महसूस करने को दिल करता है.

तेरे दिल की धड़कन मुझे यहाँ सुनाई देती है,

तेरे बदन की महक में, मैं अभी भी बेहोश हूँ,

तेरे होंठो पर आये हर एक शब्द,

मुझसे यही कहते है- "मैं तुमसे प्यार करती हूँ"
मैं सोचता हूँ...

तेरी आँखों में खो जाने को दिल करता है,

तेरी साँसों में सिमट जाने को दिल करता है,

मैं, मैं ना रहूँ, तू, तू ना रहे,

तेरे इतने करीब आने को दिल करता है.

हर तरफ थी खुशियाँ, पर मुझमे थी तन्हाई,

सब लोगो के बीच मुझे मुस्कान तेरी याद आई,

तू पास भी थी, तू दूर भी है,

पर मेरी हर सांस में तू थी छायी,

मुझे याद तुम्हारी आई. 

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तुम कहाँ हो...?

 

सच में तुम हो?

या मुझमे कहीं गुम हो?

कहने को हर जगह हो,

पर जाने; तुम कहा हो?

दूर छितिज पर तुम हो,

बंद पलको में भी हो,

मन की गहराई में तुम हो,

नभ की उंचाई में भी हो.

कुछ कहूँ?

जो सुनो?

ना कहूँ?

कुछ सुनो;

दिनकर की किरणें है,

मन की तरंगें,

कुछ तुम कहो;

छाए मन में उमंगें.

छाया आकाश;

या नीला समुन्दर?

नीला आकाश;

या गहरा समुन्दर?

 

भ्रमित हूँ?

व्यथित हूँ?

मैं क्या हूँ?

विचित्र;

करना क्या है?

ना कोई नशा है,

है भी अगर तो,

वो जाने कहाँ है?

 

मन में बसा था,

मन में बसा है,

मन का वो वासी;

अब जाने कहाँ है?

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