http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3X_DVbBQJA&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64hoxotp8q4

Dheere dheere machal ae dil-e-bekaraar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZlut3JAwgQ

Do naina aur ik kahaani

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZL_dpb_6Lo

Tum se mili jo zindagi, humne abhi boi nahin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4NZoQmTjH8

Khaamosh sa afsaana paani se likha hota

Kabhi tanhaaiyon mein yun

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GI7z8gGzQGA&NR=1

Tum apna ranj-o-gham...

Parbaton ke peedon par

The little Buddha

Said he - I am hungry … Can you hear the elephants rumbling in my stomach?
And then he laughed… his eyes in a hurry to gather all the evidence of it at the creases.
And then he streamed away.
Flowed away.
Rivered away?
With some people, words don’t follow vocabularies. They follow rivers and clouds and wafts and butterflies and bees and wispy white buds that flew between mountains following the breeze.
That is how he would come and go. Just a little before he would come wafting in from nowhere, you could smell of things to come. Like dreams. Like lulls. Like pauses stolen out of meditating yogis. Then, just when the fragrance would get dribbling on your limbs, you would suddenly turn your head, knowing the exact direction to navigate and find him. The tiny little man who rode the highest waves. He walked like he only walked from his spine. He walked like he were walking with his eyes. He walked like his smile was rolling out the road in front of him. So he kept walking and he kept smiling and the road and the smile kept feeding each other.
He walked like that.
And he walked also like his limbs knew no bones. And also like his mind knew no stones. He walked like the world was at his feet. And he walked like he ruled no one. And no one ruled him. He walked like that. In the absence of himself. And in the company of Someone Else.
And when he reached you, somewhere about your fringes, you always saw a little more of the September sun. A little more of the butterflies. A little more of the sweets peas. And a little more of Everything.
And if while walking, he suddenly changed his direction and you lost him to some other set of faces out there, far away, there always rose this little rainbow from him and it would climb the skies and come bending down to you and tumble in your palms. On happier days, such rainbows also carried his laughter. Peals and peals. So, here you would be, and out there, far, far, far away he would be and you still knew he had walked in, somewhere, and just from the raindrops tapping at your insides, you would map out his location. And find him, mysteriously facing you and smiling. From that far a distance. You always had this eerie sense --- could he smell your seeking?
He could.
And like this he streamed, flowed and rivered around. And like this, he would always laugh about the rumbling elephants and hunger pangs.
And then, one day, he fed his elephants and satiated himself. Forever.
Today, he heals others of such rumblings. Elephants and more.

शब्द नहीं जानते...

बहुत पुरानी बात है,
शब्द के जन्म से पहले शायद,
या फिर उस से भी पहले की
जब शब्द के होने का आभास नहीं था शायद….

जब सुबह, चिड़िया के परों में उलझ जाती थी
जब फूलों से गुदगुदी हवा बहुत गुनगुनाती थी
जब उस छोर के तारे इस और के चेहरे सहलाते थे
और झोली भर कहानियां बुन जाते थे
जब बसेरा नदी के पास ही था सब का
और गुनगुने पानी का गीत भी था बराबर सब का
जब खुशी अपने होने का चिन्ह
मुस्कराहट पर बिछा जाती थी
और अजनबी हर एक टीस
आंखों को हल्का कर जाती थी
तब, सब बातें जीवित थीं
धड़कन भी सुनाई देती थी उनकी…

और फिर एक दिन
शब्द ने आ कर
शोर कर दिया हर आहट में
और गीत डूब गए
शब्दों की बुनावट में...

लेकिन
अभी भी,
कभी कभी
जो बातें शब्द नहीं ओढ़ पातीं
वो कह जाया करती हैं सब कुछ
मुस्कुराहटें लौटा लाती हैं
और आंखों का पानी भी शायद...

हर एक फूल किसी याद सा महकता है...

एक ही ख्वाब

जाने क्या सोच कर नहीं गुज़रा, एक पल रात भर नहीं गुज़रा...

छल्ला

चेहरे पर है और इक चेहरा कैसे उसे उठायुं, मेरा सच गर तुम अपना लो जन्म जन्म तर जाऊं...

मिटटी गुमसुम

होता यह है की…

शब्द भी उपजते नहीं,
ऐसी मिटटी में,
जिसको लेप तो दिया हो सतह से,
आड़े ठेढे पौधों से मुक्त,
खाद भी हथेली भर कर फूँक दी हो साँसों में;
जहाँ सूर्या भी उगता हो सीधा सपाट,
और मेघ उलझ ही जातें हों जिसकी भीनी बाहों में…
ऐसी मिटटी में
शब्द नहीं उपज पाते,
फिर भी…

वो कुछ और ही खोजा करती है
अपनी बिछडी हूई जड़ें शायद।

September 7, 2009 (Industrial Area)

मैं एक सदी से बैठी हूँ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsUhKjInoDE&feature=related

फिर किसी शाख ने फेंकी छांव, फिर किसी शाख ने हाथ हिलाया.... फिर किसी मोड़ से उलझे पाँव, फिर किसी राह ने पास बुलाया

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gF2wadF4Z8A&feature=related

कहाँ से आए बद्रा

तेरे जाने की रुत मैं जानती हूँ, मुड़ के आने की रीत है के नहीं

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=य़ंज़ीएव४णः८