Giving Wings To Dreams

"Shradha ,do you have any idea where and with whom your son loiters through out the day?" Sharad  yelled as usual when he entered the house in the evening. Shradha , preferred to act dumb to ever rising outbursts of her husband. Sharad ,who earlier was as cool as his name was, who would whenever come back home was like a fresh gust of cool breeze  with the passage of time had converted into a volcano ready to erupt any moment. "Shradha ,where is Sohard ?" Sharad screamed again to find Shradha his otherwise docile wife ignoring him "He is sleeping. He has headache." Shradha spoke timidly fearing the outcome . "Headache my foot .Let  me handle that rogue once and for all on my own." Sharad joined his hands threateningly towards Shradha ,who knew that that time the only alternative left in front of her was to stay out of her husband's way. Sharad banged open the door of their only son Sohard's room who was sleeping and was covering his ...

हाँ  आज दीवाली  है हर और लगता है आज खुशहाली है । घर हैं चमके दमके चेहरे भी हैं खिले -खिले क्योंकि आज दीवाली है। क्या आज सच में दीवाली है? क्या आज हर और खुशहाली है? ऊँचे ऊँचे आलीशान मकानों के पीछे क्या जो वो छोटी -छोटी झोंपडियाँ हैं क्या आज वहाँ कुछ बदलने वाला है  ? क्या आज वहाँ भी सुख के सवेरे हैं ? क्या आज वहाँ कुछ कम मायूसी के घेरे हैं? क्या आज वहाँ अँधेरा पिघलने वाला है? क्या आज सच में दीवाली है? आओ! इस दीवाली कुछ नया कर दिखाएं पापा के पैसों को ना पटाखों में जलाएँ धरती माँ की छाती को ना धुएँ से छलनी बनाए चलो आज कुछ नया कर दिखाएँ चाईना वाली लड़ी को अब सिर्फ़ बातों में नहीं हकीकत में भी हम ना अपनाएँ । खुशियों के हम दीप जलाएँ मिट्टी के दीपक से अपना घर आँगन सजाएँ वो दीपक जो कुम्हार के चेहरे की कुछ तो  शिकन मिटाएँ और गरीब के घर में भी दीवाली की थोड़ी सी तो रौनक लाएँ । हाँ हम दीप जलाएँ आशा का , विश्वास का हाँ हम दीप जलाएँ अधर्म के विनाश का ,और दिग्विजय पुरूषार्थ का । इस दीवाली खत्म करें वो किस्सा जिसमें हमें दिखता है बस अपना -अपना हिस्सा छोड़ कर ह...

Ways of Almighty are comprehensible to Him only... On one hand He endows a few with abundance and on another He doesn't bless  the other   few  with meagre... Festivity of Diwali is round the corner , the fervour ,the zeal ,the energy of the festival has already like a magic wand  cast it's spell on everyone. The onset of this great festival takes me back to the memory lane ,to the similar illumined days when  my children were not young enough to see beyond their own whimsical world ,a make belief world of theirs when there wasn't much burden of studies or phobea of approaching exams ,when only worry was how many crackers they would get to burst and how many houses they would visit with gifts or how many gifts they would receive. The days when they kept a record of all who graced our home and all those who missed our hospitality. It was almost seven years back when my  dear son was in fourth and  my darling daughter was in third grade  . As...

क्यों आज मन उदास है निराश है हताश है ? ना अब भूख है ना प्यास है। क्यों आज ना खुद पर थोड़ा भी विशवास है ? क्यों आज लगता है हमारी कोशिशों का ना यहाँ अहसास है ? क्यों आज मन उदास है निराश ...

"A baby when born is born with undying prayers, prayers for his/her long healthy life by parents....but can breathes be bought with prayers? It was Kudrat's fifth year in the school where she was teaching maths. She was full of zeal and enthusiasm and was fortunate enough to get appreciation from her seniors as soon as she entered the arena of job. From home to school and school to home was like a joyride for her every day. She was taking maths of seventh and eighth grade, but was sometimes supposed to take adjustment classes whenever a teacher went absent. Kudrat would make sure that even in her adjustment periods something productive should be learnt by the young learners . So she would mostly give simple calculations in form of board games or would make students recite tables. On one Monday while her school was getting ready for the Annual Prize Distribution function  Kudrat was  sent as an alternate teacher in class VC .The  moment She stepped into the class holdin...

Watch out! When you are alone on a solitary lane, Because the world outside your home is turning day by day fiercer . An unknown person with a pleasing smile can be a violent horrible stranger. Watch out! When you are alone Even in your home Because even your sweet maid  Can be cruel and ill bred. Watch out ! When you are out alone For purchasing in a shop Because an evil minded can put your life to a stop. Watch out! When you are in public Don't be careless when you speak Because an important information You may unknowingly leak Which can turn your dear one's life bleak. Watch out! Whenever you are traveling Because may be a pervert on nearby seat is boiling Boiling to give you a doctored drink So that to his evil designs you may sink. Watch out! When a neighbour or a kin Approaches you out of blue with a sly grin For lusty whims he may try to win Life can be an upheaval If you don't use your IQ level. Watch out! Because this world is no long...

समय कौन है? समय यम है , समय एक मीठा सा भ्रम है समय वो पहिया है जो ना रुका है और ना कभी रूकेगा समय वो शक्ति है जो अड़ीग है, अविनाशी है , जो सदैव गतिमान  है ,जिसका ना कोई आर है ना पार है समय...

Hills were beckoning Woods were summoning An idea prevailed If I would proceed I may find my solitary reaper I may find my own daffodils To give me eternal joy. Heart inspired, passion fired To search for my nightingale To soothe my senses with cuckoo’s wail I went to bow in front of hills Oh! My heart ached To see hills are dying Hills are sighing Gone are daffodils Gone are reapers Hills are crying And only crying To give me eternal sorrow. Forests are cleared Concrete jungles are cheered Flora and fauna are vanishing Plastic is reigning Oh! Grip of cancer is threatening Man’s life span is waning. Give your ear for Hills are crying. Hills are crying.