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सोलवा साल

4/3/2017 7:51:00 PM

दिन बीते हफ़्ते महीने और बीत गए कई साल आज शुरू हो गया देखो बिटिया का सोलवा साल अभी कल की बात है crawl कर jeans पकड़ लेती.. हौले से मुस्करा कर बाहर जाने को रोक लेती थोड़ा पुचकार कर, गोद में उठाकर मैं मनुहार लेती.. ये नादान भी गोद की गर्माहट से समझौता कर लेती.. वो पहला दिन स्कूल का मेरी यादों से नहीं निकलता टीचर के पास छोड़कर ज्यों ही मैं मुड़ी वापसी का रास्ता चार क़दम भी नहीं चल पाई की दौड़कर मुझसे गई लिपट Stay with me mom, don't go की लगाए जा रही थी रट मेरे आँखों से अनायास आँसू निकल पड़े बेसबब मैं भी कुछ ऐसे ही थी इंडिया से आते समय जब माँ से हुई थी अलग.. रफ्ता रफ्ता ज़िंदगी गुज़रती रही, क़द में ,रूप में तु निखरती रही मॉम-डैड, नाना-नानी, दादा एवं दीदी की दुलारी  बन कर, दिन रात से बेख़बर हमारी छाया में पलती रही.. अजीब सुकून और संतोष का साथ रहा जब भी वो पास रही मेरे हर रोज़ उसके बढ़ते क़दमों में अपने सपने तलाशती रही मैं ,देर सवेरे.. चाहे lunch/dinner की फ़रमाइश या हो नए ड्रेस की नुमाइश आधी रात को कुछ नया बनाकर/लिखकर दिखाना कत्थक में मुझसे पहले वो चक्कर लगाना

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सोलवा साल

4/3/2017 7:57:00 PM

दिन बीते हफ़्ते महीने और बीत गए कई साल आज शुरू हो गया देखो बिटिया का सोलवा साल अभी कल की बात है crawl कर jeans पकड़ लेती.. हौले से मुस्करा कर बाहर जाने को रोक लेती थोड़ा पुचकार कर, गोद में उठाकर मैं मनुहार लेती.. ये नादान भी गोद की गर्माहट से समझौता कर लेती.. वो पहला दिन स्कूल का मेरी यादों से नहीं निकलता टीचर के पास छोड़कर ज्यों ही मैं मुड़ी वापसी का रास्ता चार क़दम भी नहीं चल पाई की दौड़कर मुझसे गई लिपट Stay with me mom, don't go की लगाए जा रही थी रट मेरे आँखों से अनायास आँसू निकल पड़े बेसबब मैं भी कुछ ऐसे ही थी इंडिया से आते समय जब माँ से हुई थी अलग.. रफ्ता रफ्ता ज़िंदगी गुज़रती रही, क़द में ,रूप में तु निखरती रही मॉम-डैड, नाना-नानी, दादा एवं दीदी की दुलारी  बन कर, दिन रात से बेख़बर हमारी छाया में पलती रही.. अजीब सुकून और संतोष का साथ रहा जब भी वो पास रही मेरे हर रोज़ उसके बढ़ते क़दमों में अपने सपने तलाशती रही मैं ,देर सवेरे.. चाहे lunch/dinner की फ़रमाइश या हो नए ड्रेस की नुमाइश आधी रात को कुछ नया बनाकर/लिखकर दिखाना कत्थक में मुझसे पहले वो चक्कर

Posted by: Dua

O blossoms

4/3/2017 10:14:00 PM

O blossoms, cherry red, Bring smiles of comfort from your bright lips, The birds and bees enjoy your nectar, Rest of us are mesmerized with your spectacular beauty. O blossoms, white intricate natural ornaments, Inviting bees to enjoy apples and mango samplings, Beholding you brings the confidence and joy, Giving hope to romance with the beloved with hearts filled with joy. 0 blossoms, of many colors and shapes, Bring joy of spring, throwing cover of dreaded winter, Now the flowers will bloom, birds will sing, Giving us the invitation and joy to explore the world. O blossoms, the nature's awakening from winter's hibernation, May happiness shine in our hearts like your beautiful colors, May the stranded souls find their way in your radiant aura, May our souls find peace and tranquility beholding you in meditation.

Posted by: Jay P Narain

Demise of my favorite language

4/3/2017 10:18:00 PM

Demise of my favorite language(dialect).. Whose fault is it, who is to blame for it, when you see your favorite language slowly imploding by itself, How can a popular dialect can be doomed to die, when there are millions of speakers all over the world watching it slide. Bhojpuri was my mother lanuage or dialect, when I was born, I spoke it fluently as a little kid in and out of my home, When I went to my school, no one was speaking bhojpuri, even the bhojpuri kids were speaking in Hindi. What happened, some one told me, it is " lath mar" langauge, It is backward, does not have scripts or written language, There are no books, magazines, or journals in it, How can you call it a language, when there is no literature in it. I rested my case, talked to my parents and siblings in Bhojpuri at home, Sooner or later we all had our families, we were speaking Hindi or English, When kids saw us speaking in Bhojpuri, they could not figure out what it is, The youtube v

Posted by: Jay P Narain

On golden pond

4/3/2017 10:20:00 PM

On golden pond ... The sun is setting, it is late summer afternoon, The sky is filled with vibrant colors, The dawn is setting over the pond, the water is glittering like gold in the pond. Sometimes the wind makes ripple over the water, sometimes thousand suns reflect from the rippled pond, sometimes concentric circular waves emerge, sometimes memories seem emanating from the pond. The shadows are getting longer and longer, the reflections break into pieces and reunite again and again, The memories of our long years together, seem to perpetuate in the ebb tides of the golden pond. How many times we sat on the shores, adoring the beautiful sight, How many times we held hand, promising to love each other forever, How many times, the trees swayed and birds flew around adoring our close embrace, How many times, the pond smiled and wished, time would freeze and love would forever reign.  -Jay P Narain

Posted by: Jay P Narain

Who am I (2017)

4/3/2017 10:24:00 PM

Here is my 2017 version of Who am I. Little realistic. I am.. The person reflecting from the mirror, with elongated face and drooping posture, It can't be me, I am not that old, Time to replace the old mirror, or am I getting old? Asked my son, Am I getting old? He replied, Dad you are not getting old, you are old. May be I keep my mirror for antiquity sake. I am.. A person with active mind and tired body, Feel like a supernova void of all energy, May be a red dwarf star hoping to disappear someday, Still hope keeps me twinkling like a star with optimism in my life. I am.. Running into an identity crisis, Am I an Indian or an American, American call me Indian, Indians call me Non resident Indian, My mind thinks like American, my heart beats like an Indian, Caught between two cultures, sometimes I feel I am lost in the world. I am.. A retired engineer, a tired old person, the little daily chores of past seem like big tasks, The children, grand children, are

Posted by: Jay P Narain

Who am I (2005)

4/3/2017 10:28:00 PM

Sometimes I wonder who am I ? Here is apoem Iwrote in 2005. I am updating my status in 2017. It does not look that inspiring. Who am I (2005): I am a tiny bundle of joy in the endless universe, a twinkling star in the Milky Way, a tick of a second in the timeless creation of God. I am... a man who is brother, father, and uncle filled with love and compassion, a man with determination to conquer all the hurdles of life, a man who is husband and a lover, keep you loving with devotion forever, a man of honor and dignity, respecting and admiring the virtues of others. I am.. the great blue sky, that keeps your hopes and goals soar so high, the endless ocean, that transforms into cloud and water to keep you alive, the mighty wind, that makes you breath and makes your spirits feel so free, the blazing fire, that kindles warmth and joy in your life, the earth, the origin, continuity, and the destination of your life, I am.. in love sometimes, in despai

Posted by: Jay P Narain

A grand tour of India

4/3/2017 10:33:00 PM

My trip to India is coming to a close. Here are some of my thoughts.... A grand tour of India, Conceived after weeks of planning, I will go east, west, north and south, All excited I land in Delhi. The friends departed with one excuse or other, I decided to take the trip on my own, A trip to meet my brothers , sisters and friends, A trip to see my nephews and nieces and all my grand children. Was the royal palace in Mysore more inviting, Than the humble home of my nieces, brothers and sisters? Was the eternal symbol of love Taj Mahal, Moe inspiring than the unspoken love of couples in our family? The loneliness creates a vacuum in the heart, Only to be filled with affection from elders and friends of fifty years past, The cute smile, talks and affectionate plays of grand children, Creates the fulfilling aura of unconditional love. A trip made after too many years, Worth more than the cruises and vacation trips, The faces, smiles and acts of kindness from m

Posted by: Jay P Narain

Supreme lover

4/4/2017 7:47:00 PM

Supreme lover... The nature provides shelter to all the species, May it be birds, bees, deers, or bears, May it be flowers enchanting in so many vivid colors, Likewise Supreme protects nature and us all with open arms, We are the beloved, believers or not. The lover waits for the beloved, The footsteps, voice chimes in the beloved's heart, The Supreme looks over and cares for us, With an unconditional lover, all the beloveds vision to unite with the love. The seasons change, Time matches on, The pleasures come, the pain and suffering follows, The brightness of day is followed by the darkness of night, the Supreme lover stands by the beloved, going thru ups and downs in life. The seasonal cycle of change in seasons, The birth and death cycle of beloved, The Supreme love stays still, the love does not change, The flowers or species may change, the love of lover and beloved remains the same.

Posted by: Jay P Narain

Peace

4/4/2017 7:49:00 PM

Peace We stand in silence, Our flag flies half mast, To remember the innocent victims of, Hate, suspicion, indifferences and mental health. Does jihad promise a few a place in heavenly paradise? Does feeling religiously superior make one better than others? Does lack of communication and partnership in daily events decrease our indifferences? Does keeping away from complex social issues pacify root cause of problems? The answer we all know is no, The devotees should be taught love and tolerance towards others, The non violent actions should be taught at every level of life, The military style weapons are really not needed for any one's protection. Read any holy book, they preach love and peace, Investigate historical time line, the non violence has always won and stood the test of time, Explore any philosophy, open social dialogs have solved bitter divisions, Look at our own lives, cool heads and understanding always prevailed and won our hearts.

Posted by: Jay P Narain

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