from Prasoon's desk

{a poem tuching everyone moved by mumbai firings...in memory of those killed and in tribute to those slain.......}

Is baar nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi
mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin

Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,
utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin

Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,
gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin


Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin

Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin

Is baar ghawon ko dekhna haiGaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisleyAur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
... Prasoon Joshi

The life

I take a small break from office
to give my lungs some fresh air
the lift takes me to ground zero
i leave immediately as if its insult to be there

heading towards the buildings front side....
i see prying eyes, a rapid stare
i smile for myself and smile to them
this girl all alone,no purpose,why she's here?

i am greeted by lads spilled out on grass
sleeping as if they know nothing else
this tickles something within me,
makes me feel homesick.

i return to my temporary abode all bustling with work
yet so lifeless and dull than life two feet below
i wait for the evening to come and sit by the window sill
thinking about the sly smiles ,the prying eyes

Me,the girl without purpose
i smile to myself and smile to thee

Dreams

Dreams begin from my window
And spread out to my lawn
From there they take shape and fly away
So much like a yawn

I gulp and try to lock them up
They laugh and set them free
I Behold and think to myself
I make them or they make me.

They were once small ,small enough to hold in palms
And now they grow by leaps and bounds
I see them push me through different worlds
New things in this sojourn i lost and found.

Yet i find myself amused all the more
Dreaming was a hobby now it is a chore
What was once a dream is fact today
Some to my liking some dismay

But one thing still annoys me
I seek dreams or they seek me??