Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Difference...


She turned around… Her burgundy hair swept through her long white neck embraced with diamond necklace….  She lifted her heavy, branded and lustrous blue gown with her left hand…  She wore blue diamond in her index finger… A thin but perfectly designed wrist watch in her left hand and a similar designed gold bracelet in her right hand… Her black diamond in middle finger of right hand sparkled with the shimmering reflection of fashionable lights outside the venue as she managed her curls by the clench of her two smooth fingers… Her flowing back was not visible to me… But the heavenly beauty of her perfectly carved body caught my careful observation through the royal blue color of her dress… I stood there silently holding my cigar in left hand folded to my chest showing off my rolex watch and right hand in to the pocket of my black trouser…  I had puffed last time when she was managing herself for the synchronization of my voice… We both were caught in sensation as she lifted her heavy eyelashes slowly… With her mysteriously beatific smile…. I put my eyes and chin down for her respect and smiled back to complete the greeting procedure…. She responded back with her chin down and gently pressing her left hand more close to her body which was handling her glittery purse and heavy gown at the same time…. A moment it was pin drop silence I felt though it was quite noisy around for celebration…. I sniffed her perfume which came through wind with long breadth and managed to look at her blush red face…. She looked at my cigar which surely needed to be removed… I tried to give my explanation as she looked into my eyes… But she made me speechless again with her sweet voice… “No… Its ok… I understand….” …. Ohh… What do you understand??? That I had been smoking out of my melancholy…. You silly woman!! You don’t know anything about the disposition!!! “Its quite common these days among you men…. But I seriously don’t like the regular consumer… And I hope you are not the one as I can see your style!!” She continued after a little pause… What an understanding…. How did she know about the difference between a regular and occasional consumer of cigar??? I suspected her dignity for a moment…But as she smiled again… My thoughts returned for another side of her ability… She is perfect combination of brain and beauty…. I have admired her for this fact ever since….  But I don’t like her sharp tone garnished with the sweet flavor of her gentle linguistic approach… She looks contradicted…Suspicious… Ohh…Heavenly mysterious…. What she has got to hide??? I was so busy in my thoughts that I did not know when my eyebrows made a visible sign of anxiety….I did not wake up until she knocked down back with her inquisitive interference…. “Mr. Graham… Are you well???” …. “Humm… ohh… Yeah… Am perfect..!!” I reflected back in an abrupt reply failing to hide my deep thoughts… I had found her carefully looking at my face… As if she wanted to know the deepest ground of my mental exertion…I faked a smile…. “You say… You seem tired… We can sit in lounge if you agree..!!” …. She smiled large to show some little pearls of her little jaw…. “Ohh…I wanted to let you know… My driver is waiting for me outside….And it’s been really late for home now… We can talk some time back… And please don’t mind this… I hope there is nothing as such important to discuss at this particular moment… Am I right, Mr. Graham??” … She answered in one stroke dramatically full of various tone and expressions…!! She lifted her eyebrows more like persuading me less like waiting for my answer…. I obviously felt bad… But at the same time I was embarrassed by her decisive ability… I should have thought from the point of view of her as well…. Why am I acting like a blind??? I gestured my left hand for the permission, lowered down my chin and eyes again as if I was pleading for an excuse… Then replied like a convicted policeman… “Am very sorry for my … my… Ummm… You are getting late… yeah…. You should go….” I fumbled…. I got blank… Holy god… What was happening to me…. She smiled at me… Half mocking half piting upon my emotional blunder… Great sense.. She has… “You are losing your cigar… Mr. Grasham.!” Concerned or continued mockery? I was suprised as she pointed her finger to caution against the recklessly burning cigar… “So… that’s how you differentiate between a regular and an occasional cosumer…” We moved down together towards her Lamborghini as I somewhat criticized her observation power… She kept on moving with silence… Her head lowered… Eyes lowered… watchful for her rhythmic steps… “You can say!” She whispered in a flat voice… Is she hurt?? Of what?? Did she sense me criticizing?? Or she just doesn’t like the way I responded… We moved silently… I didn’t know what was on her mind but mine had her… Before driver could show gesture I stepped ahead to open the door… She did not whisper thanks for the courtesy neither her body relflexed for same… It was better to shut the damn door! Surprised… I was left as I felt her force against my action… She peeped out to look straight into my eyes… “I have lost my father for smoking and I had been a chain smoker too… that’s how I can differentiate!” Bum… She closed the door… Car did not move… I stood there watching her serene face… She lowered down her eyes and vehicle moved to its destination or maybe another journey of her surprising life… We all are strange… Deep like sea… I amused for my remark… Analyzing was it stupid or worthy enough? I left for the lounge still having her on my mind until I caught the glimpse of golden gown waitress… God has made beautiful creatures indeed!

Monday, April 15, 2013

मेरे आँगन का बरगद....




इस संदली सी धूप में... आज दोपहर... जब आँख खुली थोड़ी सी मेरी...
ठहर गयी नजरें.. तेरी पत्तियों की खोज में यूँ हीं...
वर्ष बीत रहे मगर.. तेरी उम्र ठहर सी गयी....

याद नहीं मुझे वो पल... जब पहली बार तुझसे मिली थी मैं...
दर्द से कराहती मेरी माँ... और उसके आँगन की नन्हीं कलि सी मैं...
याद हैं तेरी डाल के.... झूले पुराने से वो...
गाती हुई वो चिड़ियाँ.... रोज आती तुझे जगाने जो....

मैं क्या बयां कर पाऊँगी तेरी आत्म-कथा यूँ...
हर वक्त वो... रंज और इश्क से सजा... मुझसे बेहतर जानता है तू....
कुछ ख्याल उठे थे स्वपन में.. तो सोचने लगी...
क्यूँ है तू असमर्थ इतना... कि... बोलता कभी नहीं...

वो डोलियाँ.. वो अर्थियां... जो तेरे सामने से गयीं...
क्या दर्द था.. और प्रेम था उनमें... सच्चाईयां तू जानता सभी....
देखा है मैंने... तुझे... गर्व से निहारते हुए...
जब निराधार मानव तेरे... हुए परिपक्व और समर्थ थे....
किलकारियों और प्रेम के मोतियों कि गूंज से....
चमक उठता था तेरा चेहरा .. सर्दियों कि धुंध में...

जो अन्याय और अधर्म.... तेरे ही नीचे हुआ...
तू खड़ा चुप चुपचाप वो सब... व्यथित सा सुनता रहा...
पर फूल  और कंदमूल से तू... फिर भी लदा रहा...
पत्तियां गिरती रहीं उन आंसुओं के संग ही....

क्यूँ न टूट गयीं तेरी शाखाएं... एक नारी के अपमान से....
रो न सका तू जार जार... छत पर पड़े उस बेबस मृत शरीर कि आह से...
पत्रकारों को न बता सका तू... वो काली दास्ताँ.... न बन सका गवाह उन कातिलों के खिलाफ कभी....
सोच जरा तू... इस जन्म में... क्या बता पायेगा तू.... मेरे सवालों का जवाब कभी...??

आह! ये तेरा मौन ही तो मुझे  अब है तराशता....
आज भी वहीँ खड़ी हूँ मैं... और तू मुझे है ताकता....
तेरी डालियाँ हैं कट रहीं.. और साथ नीम भी अब नहीं...
प्रश्न-चिन्ह उठाते रहते हैं... तेरे विशाल अस्तित्व पर... कुछ निर्दयी कभी...

मूक बना.... स्वयं ही.. स्वीकृति से बलिदान तू हो जायेगा....
अधूरी बातें जो पूरी हैं करनी... कभी न कह पायेगा...
सोचती रहूंगी मैं और शायद वो ... वानर भी सभी....
कि... तेरे आश्रय का कोई विकल्प है भी या नहीं....

माँ कि ममता और पिता कि दहाड़ से... मैं तो मानती हूँ....
ऊँचा है... तेरा ही प्रेम और ये अधूरा सा मौन ही...
आ.. कुछ पल और तू देख ले... इस जीवन के...
स्वर्ग की ओर चलेंगे... संग में तू और मैं.... साथ में फिर कभी....

अरे! अभी तो कर्म का... वास्तविक समय आया है....
मिटाना है अधर्म का... हर जगह जो साया है....
तू कहेगा... मैं लिखूंगी... तू बढ़ेगा... मैं जियूंगी....
वक्त के इम्तहाँ में... हम मुस्कुराएंगे साथ में यूँ हीं....

बस तू धैर्य रख कुछ देर और... बातें कर मुझसे वो अनकही....
चल... इस संदली सी धूप में... कुछ दूरियां ही सही....
रास्ते बन जायेंगे... खुद-ब-खुद... जब मिटेंगे भ्रम सभी....
रोक मत तू स्वयं को... ये पल... फिर न ठहरेगा कभी....

तेरे स्पर्श का एहसास है... इन बहानों से... बहुत अच्छा कहीं....
गर तू चल दे मेरे संग में ... फिर उसी तन्हा शाम में वहीँ...
जहाँ...तू बोले.... और मैं लिखती रहूँ.... तेरी वो गहराईयाँ और अतीत के लम्हे....
जो संभल रखे हैं तूने.... किसी तने में छिपे तेरे कोमल हृदय में कहीं.....
खत्म करती हूँ तेरी तस्वीर को.... इन्हीं शब्दों से अभी....
आउंगी नए आयाम से... तेरे रंग से सजी हुई.... तेरे मौन में पली पढ़ी.....


1:36 p.m.
18th January 2012, New Delhi...

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