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February 10th, 2012 by bkbirla

Poem: Ek Shabd

कभी एक शब्द का मुझे
हर घड़ी इंतेज़ार रहता है
कभी एक शब्द के लिए
मेरा दिल बेकरार रहता है

कभी एक शब्द कैसे पल भर मैं
सारे रिश्ते बिखेर देता है
कभी एक शब्द हम को यादों के
जंगल मैं घेर लेता है

कभी एक शब्द दिल के दरिया मैं
कोई आस घोल जाता है
कभी एक शब्द जाने कितने दरवाज़े
एक घड़ी मैं खोल जाता है

उसी एक शब्द को कहे
कोई आज मुझ से भी
उसी एक शब्द का मुझे
हर घड़ी इंतेज़ार रहता है

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December 25th, 2011 by bkbirla

Poem: Ek Ashq

Ek ashq aankhon se nikalta hai, Aur dil main utar jaata hai
Waqt ki karwatein badalte hi, Har oor bikhar jaata hai

Zindagi ki kadwahat, Aur safar ki gard ko
Dhote dhote hi, Na jane kitna waqt guzar jaata hai

Sambhalo chaahein jitna, ashqon ko palkon ke tale
Jab sailab umadta hai, to had se guzar jaata hai

Nahin likha hai har ek ashq pe, pochhne wale ka pata
Kandhe ko dekh kar, khud-ba-khud hi utar aata hai

Mere ek ashq ki, keemat hi kya hai is duniya main
Pani ka katra hi to, un ko nazar aata hai

Ham bhi ho jayenge gum, kisi roz kisi mode pe to
Aise jeene se to, ji apna bhi bhar jaata hai

Ek ashq aankhon se nikalta hai, Aur dil main utar jaata hai

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August 24th, 2011 by bkbirla

एकाकी मन के विस्तृत पटल पे

एकाकी मन के विस्तृत पटल पे
स्मृति की रेखाएं इंगित हैं

कुछ इतनी सूक्ष्म
कि प्रतीत भी नहीं होंती
कुछ इतनी गहरी
कि नींव को भी
विधवंसित कर दें

एकाकी मन के विस्तृत पटल पे…
इन रेखाओं मैं
छुपे हैं
अनगिनत क्षण
प्रसन्नता के
उन्मुक्त उल्लास के
गहन पीड़ा के
टूटे हुए विश्वास के
कुछ ऐसे जो मुझे
निशब्द कर गए
कुछ ऐसे जो
बरस पड़े
आहट दिए बिना ही

एकाकी मन के विस्तृत पटल पे…
अध्यन किया है
इन का प्रचुर
परिपक्वता से
सुख और दुख़ का
लेखा जोखा
सुख मिलता है
बिसरे हुए
मार्गों से
जहाँ प्रत्याशा
परोक्ष न हो
दुख़ तो आ जाता है
अनायास ही
क्षुब्ध करने को
एकाकी मन के विस्तृत पटल पे…
As I grow a year older, I thought I should try something I have not done before and I tried writing a poem in pure Hindi.
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July 30th, 2011 by bkbirla

Short Play: Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa

Sutradhar: Bahut dinon pahle ki baat hai. Kisi door desh main ek raja aur ek rani rahte the. Unki ek sundar si rajkumari thi.

Mujhe pata that aapko ye kahani already maloom hai isliye aaj jo hum presnt kar rahe hain wo kahani hamari aur aapki zindagi ke bare main hai. Aur jis zindagi ki hum baat kar rahe hain wo ekta kapoor ke serials ki kalpnik udan nahin par reality ke kareeb hai.

 

Aaiye to sabse pahle aap hamare star pariwar se miliye…..

 

Ye hain Mr Taneja, ek successful software engineer. Company inko achhi salary deti hai or uske badle ye ji jaan se company ki sewa karte hain….

 

Mr Taneja: Oh ya….. ya. I don’t like the ambience of Taj. They are just too old fashioned and out dated. Let us party in Leela this time. They have an amazing collection of Pastas and salads.

 

Sutradhar: Aur ye hain Mrs Taneja, Aapne to suna hi hoga ki har successful aadmi ke peeche ek aurat hoti hai aur ye to hamesha unke peeche hi padi rahti hain.

 

Mrs Taneja: Ye D block wali ladki bhi apne aap ko jaane kya samajhti hai. Park main pata nahin kaise kaise kapde pahan ke aa jati hai.

 

Sutradhar: Aur ab bari hamari generation next ki. Mr aur Mrs Taneja ki iklauti beti Mona. Movie dekhna inka dharm hai aur Shahrukh inke bhagwan.

 

Mona: Are Yar D2 dekhi kya… Kya lagta hai Hrithik us main. John to uske samne kuchh bhi nahin tha. Kaash Shahrukh bhi hota is movie main.

 

Sutradhar: Aur ab bari ghar ke badhe boodhon ki…. Mr Taneja ki maan Sheela Devi. Pilot Baba se le kar Baba Ramdev tak ka lamba safar tay kiya hai inhone. Pahle to darshan ke liye poore desh ka bhraman karti thin par ab to TV se hi kaam chal jaata hai.

 

Sheela Devi: Kal subah dekha tha kapal bharti ke baare main… Baba Ramdev ke shabdon main to jadoo hai. Aise samjhate hain ki patthar bhi pranayam karne lage.

 

Sutradhar: Are bhai new year ka time hai.  Party sharty to honi hi chahiye. To Mantri Paradise wale kaise peeche rahenge. Hum sabhi logon ne bhi mil kar celebrate karne ka plan banaya hai. Jara dekhte hain ki hamare star pariwar ke kya plans hain….

 

(All the family members sitting in the living room)

 

Mr Taneja: Mona beti kya hone wala hai is bar new year party main. Tum to yahan sabko jaanti ho. Tumhein to maloom hoga.

 

Mona: Are mujhe aisi parties main intrest nahin hai. Party to pub ya disco main hoti hain. Yahan to sab boodhe log mil kar yahi discuss karte rahte hain ki association ke elections main kaun participate kar sakta hai aur kaun nahin. Itna to log MP aur MLA ke election ke bare main bhi nahin sochte. Anyway us din sharukh khan ki movie bhi aa rahi hai TV main. Mera to jaane ka koi plan nahin hai.

 

Mrs Taneja: Tum log to ghar ko hotel ki tarah samajhti ho. Bas khane aur sone ke liye hi aate ho. Main to jaroor jaoongi is party main. Pichhle saal Mrs Iyengar ne kya shan dikhai thi apni Kanjiwaram Silk ki saadi ko lekar. Is bar unko bhi pata lage ki banarsi sadiyon ke aage koi bhi nahin tik sakta.

 

Sheela Devi: Is bar to mujhe bhi jana hi padega. Jabse America main rah kar aayee hoon socialize karne ka mauka hi nahin mila. Wahan to bas pizza burger main hi samay gujar diya. Last year ki party main who L block wali ne itne kisse sunaye the Aemrica ke bare main. Ab main bhi batati hoon unko ki America main Niagra Falls ke alawa bhi aur jagah hain.

 

Mr Taneja: Main bhi soch raha hoon ki is bar rahne hi doon. Bekar ki natak nautanki hoti hai har saal. Sab log aa kar apne apne boss ki burai karte hain aur wo J Block wala Kothari hai na, wo to hamesha hi apni nayee Honda Varna ki baat karta rahta hai. Are bhai hamare paas Indica hai to kya hum backward class ho gaye.

 

 

 

 

 

Sutradhar: To hamare star pariwar harek pariwar ki tarah aapas main bata hua hai. Kuchh log to jana chahte hain party main aur kucch log nahin. Par itni jaldi bhi kya hai…… Aage aage dekhiye hota hai kya….

 

 

All family members still sitting in the room…

 

Suddenly phone rings…..

 

Mr Taneja: (picks up the phone) Hello….. Mona tumhara phone hai.

 

Mona: Hello ( walks out of the living room )

 

Joolie: Hello Mona. Kya ho raha hai.

 

Mona: Kuchh nain yaar bas discuss kar rahe the new year party ke plans ke bare main. Tumhara kya plans hain.

 

Joolie: Main to jaroor jaoongi. Are yahi to mauka hai sabse milne ka. Aur suna hai wo A block wala hero bhi aa raha hai. Kuchh hi din pahle apni padhai poori ki hai London main.

 

Mona: Aisa kya… Ab to mujhe bhi jana hi padega. Aakhir main bhi to dekhoon ye London walon ke kya nakhre hain….

 

 

Sutradhar: To Mona ji ne to apna irada badal diya ab dekhte baki log kya karte hain

 

 

All family members still sitting in the room…

 

Suddenly phone rings…..

 

Mr Taneja: Are aaj to ye phone jaan le kar hi maneha. (picks up the phone) Hello….. Maan aapka phone hai. B block wali Shanta ji hain….

 

Sheela Devi: Hello…

 

Shanta: Hello.. Kaisi ho bahan.

 

Sheela Devi: Bas kripa hai ishwar ki. To aur batao kaise call kiya.

 

Shanta: Are bas poochna chahto thi ki tumhare kya plans hain new year party ke liye.

 

Sheela Devi: Bas soch hi rahi thi ki kya karoon. Jaane ka to man hai par dekhti hoon.

 

Shanta: Are maloom hai kya wo L block wali abhi US aur europe ki trip laga kar aayee hai. Uska beta bahut kamata hai tabhi to apni maan ko foreign main ghumata rahta hai.

 

Sheela Devi: Are wo bhi foreign ghoom aayee foreign. Main to sochti thi ki wo dilli ya kathmandu gayee hogi. Ab kya karoongi jaa kar party main. Wo to mujhe apne europe ke kisse suna suna kar bor kar degi.

 

 

Sutradhar: To lagta hai aaj dimag palatne ka mausam aa gaya hai. Sheela devi ne bhi apna plan change kar diya. Baki star pariwar kya gul khila raha hai ye bhi dekh lain jara.

 

 

All family members still sitting in the room…

 

Suddenly phone rings…..

 

Mr Taneja: Is bar main to phone nahin utha raha. Din bhar bajta rahta hai. Mona jara phone uthana.

 

Mona: (picks up the phone) Hello…. Are papa aap hi ka phone hai.

 

Mr Taneja: Hello….

 

Bank Executive: Good Evening Mr Taneja. We are pleased to announce that the loan you applied for buying Innova has been approved. Please let us know when you would like to get your new car delivered to you.

 

Mr Taneja: Oh that’s great. Can you deliver it before the new year?

 

Bank Executive: Sure sir. You will celebrate the new year in a new Innova.

Mr Taneja: That’s great. Tahnk you.

 

 

Bank Executive: Thank you for taking loans from Bhai-C-Bhai bank

 

Keeps down the phone and smiles

 

Mrs Taneja: Kya baat hai, chehre pe itni khushi…..

 

Mr Taneja: Are baat hi aisi hai. Meri nayi Innova ka loan sanction ho gaya hai aur lagta hai new year party ke pahle hi nayi Innova aa jayegi. Ab to mujhe bhi jaana hi padega new year party main. Dekhta hoon Kothari ko kaisa lagega jab main innova main jaoonga uski chooti si honda ke samne.

 

 

Sutradhar: Arrreee…. Ye kya. Mr Taneja ne bhi plan badal diya. Mujhe pakka maloom hai ki Mrs Taneja aisa kuchh nahin karengi.

 

 

All family members still sitting in the room…

 

Suddenly phone rings…..

 

Mrs Taneja picks it up.

 

Mrs Taneja: Hello

 

Sumitra: Hello… Kaisi hain aap

 

Mrs Taneja: Bas thik hoon. Aapko Mantri Paradise association ka vice president chune jaane ki badhai.

 

Sumitra: Are bas beta. Is umar main thodi bahut samaj sewa kar leti hoon to man bahal jata hai. Waise tumhein ye batane ke liye phone kiya that ki apna jo press wala hai, us kisi kam se apne gaon jana pada. Itni jaldi thi use jaane ki ki sab logon ke kapde bhi lock kar ke chala gaya hai.

 

Mrs Taneja: Are ab to mushkil ho jayegi. Meri nayee banarsi sareei to usike paas padi thi.

 

Sumitra: Kafi sare logon ke kapde pade hain uske kamre main. Ab to ek hafte baad hi niklenge jab wo wapas aayega. Chalo beta abhi phone rakhti hoon. Aur bhi logon ko batana hai.

 

Keeps down the phone and loosk sad..

 

Mona: Kya hua mummy, itni dukhi kyon dikh rahi ho.

 

Mrs Taneja: Ab main kaise jaoongi new year party main. Meri saree to is kambakhat press wale ne taale main band kar di hai.

 

Mr Taneja: To kya hua tumhare paas sadiyon ki kami hai kya.

 

Mrs Taneja: Are aise hi koi saree to nahin pahan sakti hoon. Agar baki sabne pahle dekha hoga to yahi bolengi ki Mrs Taneja to jeewan bhar ek hi saree main gujar dengi. Lagta hai Mr Taneja ka promotion nahin hua. Meri to poori society main naak hi kat jayegi. Main to nahin jaane wali party main.

 

Sutradhar: To aisi hi hai hamari zindagi. Samaj, dikhave aur jhoothi shaan se bhari hui. Kahin in sab ke beech hum apne aapko to nahin bhool gaye. Hum jo kabhi ek barish ki boond pe apni khushi ko express kar sakte the. Hum jo ek pal main chhoti si baat pe ro dete the aur doosre pal main hans dete the. Hum jo apne nirnaya apne hisab se lete the, na ki jhoote adambaron ke prabhav main aa kar. Aaiye hum sab apne andar us insan ko talash karein. Namaskar.

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February 6th, 2011 by bkbirla

Poem: Ye saali zindagi

Anjaan raaste
Ajnabi log
Saya bhi kabhi kabhi
Lagta nahin apna
Gairon ke ghar main hota
To tab bhi maan leta
Ham ko to lagti hai
Apne ghar main hi khali zindagi
Ye saali zindagi

Sooni rahon se
Guzarte hain
Kabhi kabhi
Rahein ham se
Milte hai surag
Ghum ke har taraf
Dojakh si lagti hai ab
Jo kabhi thi diwali zindagi
Ye saali zindagi

Beshaakh hai
Yahan pe
Har ek darakht
Sookha hai
Har patta
Har boota
Jo thi aftab si roshan
Ab andhere se bhi kaali zindagi
Ye saali zindagi

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February 1st, 2011 by bkbirla

Poem: Do Raaste

Do raaste hain jeene ke
Bas Zinda raho ya Zindagi jiyo
Jaisa ki hota hai
Aksar hamari zindagi main
Ek raasta hi hamesha
Hamari kismat main nahin hota
Kismat main to hote hain
Chhote chhote tukde
Kai raston se
Kuchh itne roshan
Ki aankhein hi band ho jayein
Aur kuchh itne andhere
Ki Jugnu bhi sooraj jaisa lage
Ham hain ek sookhe hue tinke
Jo udte hain sadkon pe
Awara hawaon ke isharon pe
Anjani dishaon main
Raftar hai ajab
Is zindagi ki gaadi ki
Kucch raste aise aate hain
Ki kabhi sadiyan guzar jaati hain
Aur ehsaas bhi nahin hota
Aur kabhi kewal ehsaas hota hai
Ek pal ki tanhai main sadiyon ka
In bikhre hue tukdon se hi
Ham ko apna nasheman banana hai
Gum se bhare hue dariya se
Khushiyon ko chun ke laana hai
Kisi ko pyar se milti hai
Kisi ko shumaar se milti hai
Ye khushi to aisi cheej hai
Jo bade dushwar se milti hai
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January 31st, 2011 by bkbirla

Poem: Khat ko likhta hoon

Khat ko likhta hoon, aur likh ke mita deta hoon
Ehsaas-e-mohabbat ko, aise hi hawa deta hoon

Har raat banata hoon, shiddat se ye kishti ko
Subah ke hote hi, dariya main baha deta hoon

Hoga to kabhi unko bhi, ehsas mohabbat ka
Jab tak nahin hota hai, farishton ko bata deta hoon

Karta hoon shab-o-roz, tere ishq ka hi charcha
Pooche hai agar koi, to baat kuchh aur bana deta hoon

Kabhi to aayegi jaan bhi, ye patthar ke mujassim main
Dil ko samjhane ko, tasveer seene se laga leta hoon

Kabhi to aayengi khushiyan, mere bhi ashiyanon main
Abhi to gair ki khushiyon main hi,  eid mana leta hoon

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January 27th, 2011 by bkbirla

Poem: Kaash…

Kaash teri ankhon ko padh ke

Jaan leta main sanam

Waqt ne jo kuchh likha tha

Tere mere vaste

Ye faasle ye dooriyan

Ye gardishein ye raste

Lambi andheri raton main

Ye karvatein badalne ka silsila

Mujhe ishq-o-chahat main teri sanam

Kuchh mila to bas yahi mila

Kaash main kah paata wo

Jo main chaah ke bhi na kah saka

Meri khamoshi tu na samajh saki

Tera palkein jhukana main na samajh saka

Is tarah ban gayi darmiyan apne

Khamosh ki ek deewar

Aur kar gayi donon ko tanha

Tu us paar main is paar

Kaash…..

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May 11th, 2009 by bkbirla

30 years gone by, not a day without missing you

Lot of water has flown through

I was a kid 5 year old

Playing around the home

Not knowing what death means

Seeing you lying there 

In your eternal sleep

 

Life as a kid is always great

You have clear thoughts 

And uncluttered mind

Small memories of doing little things

Insignificant and silly ones

Unfounded grudges and constant complaints

Being the youngest sibling

 

Time went past and the memories grew

And so did your persona on me

Went through life which had everything

Untold fears, unshed tears

Unconditional love and conditional too

Parenthood and professional success

 

In good times and not so good

Always found you next to me

I talk to you everyday

You give me strength and give me love

Death is not strong enough

To break our bond of  love

 

My poetry might not be smooth enough

My grammar might be bad

My love for you is  unending

Expressed through words said and unsaid

 

In memory of my Grand Mom who died 30 years ago…..

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