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Thursday, 12 December 2019

A winter song


Red roses
Apostles of love have
Just begun to bloom
Now is the season of love
In sunlight and under the moon.
Sing  the song of love and happiness,
In the beautiful moonlit night
No, let not worries and tensions
Hamper the blessings of heaven.
Allow the feeling to brighten up our lives..

Wednesday, 2 October 2019

How dare We

How Dare We ??


All this noise about Greta Thunberg and speculations  that all her bravery would go waste because people specially leaders will  not give a dime to her pleas  will  fall on deaf  ears because the (worldly) wise know that what is important is how to make money, who is bothered about environment and the sufferings the next generations will have to go through, as far as everything suits us now there will be other people to take care of the future.

And nothing to worry everything does fall into the groove hasn't that been, how it has been till now !!???

Specially in India this is how the reaction has been and will be  . We will keep on cutting trees, we will keep on wasting food , we will keep on leaving electric switches on , we will keep on leaving computers on while we go for our tea breaks. . We will go on  doing so many things which we shouldn't, like leaving the tap on and letting water go waste  while we brush our teeth. 

 Do you know why we will go on doing so many things which shouldn't be done? And do we know who will be doing all this ? they who are seniors , they who should be setting examples and correcting children they will be the one's to justify the wrong.

Not because we are lazy but because we associate with affluence and power everything that is wrong.

Right from leaving the lights burning  to rape. to murder. to embezzlement .to so on and so forth.

If I leave the electric switch on even when I am not in the room that is because I am rich enough to pay the bill , if I use tissue papers for wiping my kitchen platform or for that matter my running nose instead of a duster or a handkerchief that is because I am affluent enough to afford it  little do I care for the environmental damage I am causing.
If some one  indulges in rape, embezzlement , murder that is because the  power to go scot free.lies in their hands.

The trend is to believe that it is the weak who adhere  to rules not the powerful. .
Whereas actually it should be the other way round it is the strong who adhere to rules not the cowards.

Lets hope we change our definition of affluence, class , power and become more concerned about the future and the welfare of our own progeny . The earth which they will have to live in or the social set up they will have to face.

Some things are beyond our reach but somethings are well within lets do our lot and a lot of things will happen by themselves.

One very important fact that has always been misinterpreted by us is that we think that lessons taught in books are mere eyewash facts of life are different .. No its not so what is right will always be right what is wrong will always be wrong.

I know I have wavered away from the topic I began with viz. the environment and how to save it but then its the same as 'Humanity and how to save it'. Both are interlinked .  



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Saturday, 15 December 2018

दर्द

अपने चेहरे से जो ज़ाहिर है छुपायें कैसे ?
तेरे दिए हुए जख्मो पे मरहम लगायें कैसे ?
दर्द जब हद से गुज़र रहा है तो ,
छलकती आँखों से अश्क़ न बहाएँ कैसे ?

दर्द देना लगा आसान तुम्हे 
आँसू हमारे  से क्यों घबरा रहे हो 
चुभन जो उठ रही है तुम्हारे दिल में बार बार 
क्यों ऐसे उसे नकार रहे हो ?
ये घबराहट ये उलझन तुम्हारी कह रही है सरेआम, 

के बाकी है तेरे सीने में इश्क़ के कुछ निशान 
सीने में तेरे दिल धड़क रहा है अभी भी 
मुड के पीछे देख करले कबूल मेरा सलाम। 

रजनी सिन्हा सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित

Thursday, 8 November 2018



कुछ शब्द बस यू ही दिल से


बहुत दिनों बाद आज कुछ फुर्सत के पल मिले है
वैसे तो मौका भी नहीं है , दस्तूर भी नहीं
लेकिन दिल ने कब मौका या दस्तूर देखा है
उस् ने   कुछ जज़्बात महसूस किये
और कहा
अब लिख दो वरना  भूल जाओगी
और वो अहसास उभर आये है कागज़ पर.
याद आ  गयी वो पहली दिवाली तुम्हारे साथ
जो छत पर मनाई थी हमने
मैंने और तुमने
सब की नज़रो के सामने
सब की नज़रो से दूर
वो जज़्बात जो महसूस किया था हमने
वो  ख़याल जो बयान किया था हमारी नज़रो ने
कही किसी और ने पढ़ तो नहीं लिया था उन्हें ?
क्या पता , कौन जाने
मुझे तो मतलब सिर्फ इससे है कि
तुमने भी समझ लिया  था और मैंने भी
है न?

रजनी सिन्हा ( सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित )





Monday, 24 September 2018

on my tomb





With no intentions of leaving the world . 



On MY Tomb 


Under these stones
lie the bones
of a merry old soul
as merry as the soul
of old king Cole.



She loved to live
And lived to laugh
She enjoyed life to the hilt
She was lucky to be loved
She was lucky to be sought
By all who were hers
And theirs she always will be



She touched their hands
And bade goodbye
said
"Nothing is permanent you see
But I will always be yours ,

Yours always forever will I be"

 

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

On Valentines Day









We are together
you and me
and that is what matters most to me 
Come rain or hail or sun
your love is my  safest canopy.


To me your love is lease of life
To me your love is the prettiest sight
Do 'I' need  help when 'YOU' are there?
your arms are the crutch
on which I rely  
.

Oh! look at that distant glorious sight
See  that horizon that meets the eye .
Where the sky engulfs the earth 
I am the earth and  you the sky 

When we are  together, you and me
The world then smiles and so do we
Under your caressing looks
I breathed
Under your caring eyes I hope to die..

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Destiny's child

Chained to destiny? Yes I am.
Born a woman, a child with shackles
A human with no desires , a human with no choice
A human without a right, a human without any might.
But not a human without any pride.

Destiny ruled my being, destiny ruled my breath
Destiny defined for me, the path on which  to tread
Destiny guided me, destiny steered  me
I was chained lest I may stray.

But destiny could not kill that spark
Which burnt in my head not in my heart
I was destiny's child
Brought up in the wild.

Destiny is but written by others
It's not my will of survival
These chains and shackles are mere material,
 Strength is but not mortal.

It  breaks the chains, I fly soaring high
And cling to it with  my life
It is for me the last twig
To swim the rising tide.