Long back ago on a starry night,
I met a thief,
He had an attitude
And yes lot of stories
Interesting ones,
funny ones,
But then as it turned out
all were fake
while i was mentoring him,
he was stealing on my name
And now he is offended,
As not believing something which was once believed
Is also a violation of faith
Change of pattern
And thief feels betrayed that no longer I hear his stories
and the night is refusing to end
Oh I met a thief and he got an attitude
I counted my years
& realized that I have
Less time to live by,
Than I have lived so far.
I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure
But when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely.
I have no time for endless meetings
मैंने उसको जब-जब देखा
लोहा देखा
लोहे जैसा तपते देखा
गलते देखा
ढलते देखा
मैंने उसको गोली जैसा चलते देखा
~ केदारनाथ अग्रवाल
जहाँ वर्ग भेद की ज्वाला है,
जहाँ मानव भेद की हाला है,
जहाँ अपराध भी बाटा जाता है A, B, C के भागो में,
जहाँ मानव भी आँका जाता है, वेतन के प्रतिमानो में,
क्या वहाँ भी मानव समता का उजाला है ।
written in 1984, discovered in an old diary
धर्म
“जो धारण किया जय, वो धर्म होता है। एक कर्म प्रधान व्यक्ति के लिए, कर्म ही उसका धर्म होता है अंतह कर्म ही धर्म है |”
Sometimes five minutes take a year to fill,
sometimes a year passes by in five minutes,
Some time it happens this way, sometimes another way around!
but life goes on,
dreams go on …
I crack a bit in bytes sometimes
and then again gather me
and move on
Sometimes I fight back
only to realize the lost cause
and when I retreat,
I again believe the cause
the causes and faith, represent one or another
the interest of individual or group,
sometimes individuals win,
sometimes it is a group
but whose win was more important
or was it just a matter of time,
it becomes difficult to say sometimes
and life goes on ..
sometimes it takes ..
written in 1998 at IIML
We all are Hitler, we all are Buddha,
It is not they are some other,
It is just we, who vacillate between one and the other,
Is it a moral choice to choose one,
Or just inability to choose one?
B’coz somewhere deep down there,
We are still the one, with mistaken identities –
We are all Buddha, we are all Hitler.
~ Written in 1999 at Mumbai
वृक्ष हों भले खड़े, हों घने, हों बड़े
एक पत्र छाँह भी,
मांग मत! मांग मत! मांग मत!
अग्निपथ! अग्निपथ! अग्निपथ!
तू न थकेगा कभी!
तू न थमेगा कभी!
तू न मुड़ेगा कभी!
कर शपथ! कर शपथ! कर शपथ!
अग्निपथ! अग्निपथ! अग्निपथ!
यह महान दृश्य है
चल रहा मनुष्य है
अश्रु-स्वेद-रक्त से
लथ-पथ! लथ-पथ! लथ-पथ!
अग्निपथ! अग्निपथ! अग्निपथ!
(Poem by Harivansh Rai Bachchan from “Madushala”)