Friday, September 5, 2014

अब कौन पूछे

जल उठे चराग़ उन ऊँचे महलों के,
टिमटिमाते वो सितारों को अब कौन पूछे।

रोशन है बाग़ उन बिजली के तारों से,
जुगनू की मचलती हुई चमक को अब कौन पूछे।

देखी है सबने वो लौ दिए की,
दिए तले नाचती हुई परछाई को अब कौन पूछे।

है हर शख़्स चूर उस नाचती हुई रौशनी में,
चांदनी के नशे में चूर उस रात को अब कौन पूछे।

होता तो है बेवफा सा, वजूद हर बार साथ हमारे,
वो साथ चलती परछाई को अब कौन पूछे।

© अभिजीत पंडित

Saturday, August 9, 2014

उत्तराखंड के रंग

वो हिमालय के परबत ऊँचे,
वो देओदार के पेड़ घने।

चोटियों पे है जहां सफ़ेद बर्फ छाई,
पेड़ छू रहे आसमानो की ऊंचाई।

फूलों से सजा है ये सारा चमन,
गुनगुना रहे भंवरे रस में होके मगन।

बर्फ से ढंका हो जहां हर पथ,
पूरी हो मन की जहां हर मनोरथ।

उमड़ पड़ते हो बादल होके सघन,
देखते ही तीर्थ पावन होते ये नयन।

उदय हो जहां सोने का सूरज,
पंखुड़ी फैलाये उगे जहाँ कई नीरज।

सुनाई दे जहाँ बहते झरनो की कल कल,
छिपे हो परबत जहाँ बादलो से हर पल।

उत्तराखंड की ऐसी छटा न्यारी,
उसकी रौनक देख धरती भी आज मुस्कुराई।


© २०१४ अभिजीत पंडित

Friday, July 18, 2014

वो बुँदे

आज देखा है हमने भी गुज़रते हुए उन घनी वादियों से,
वो टपकती हुई बुँदे।
पेड़ो की शाख से सरकती हुई, पत्तो के गाल को चूमती हुई,
बैठी हुई.... नाचती हुई.... 
वो नटखटसी बुँदे।

वो बुँदे जो समेटे हुए थी अपनेमें, न जाने कितनी ही कहानियाँ,
कहानियाँ जो बयां कर रही थी
वो मौसमों की रंगीनियाँ.... वो घटाओ की शोखियां....
वो कहानियाँ पढ़ी है हमने भी देखके,
वो मचलती हुई बुँदे।

वो बुँदे जिसमे झलकता था शबाब उन काली घटाओं का,
शबाब, जो बरस रहा था होके बेशुमार, वो सावन की पुहारों से,
और मदहोश हो उठती थी पड़ते ही, वो प्यासी धरती,
जो महेक उठती थी इक भीनी भीनी खुशबू से।
वो खुशबू को साँसों में लिया है हमने भी देखके,
वो चमकती हुई बुँदे।

वो बुँदे जो समेटे हुए थी अपनेमें न जाने कितने ही नज़ारे,
वो नज़ारे जो ओज़ल हो जाते थे कभी उस धुंध में,
और निकल आते थे कभी, होके रोशन, वो बादलों के छटने से,
वो नज़ारोंकी अटखेलियां महसूस की है हमने भी देखके,
वो प्यारीसी बुँदे। 

मैंने भी ली है उन बूंदों को अपनेमें कहीं,
और संजोये रक्खी है मैंने उनको, वो पलकों के पीछे।
याद आते ही वो मंज़र, नम हो उठती है आँखे उन बूंदो से,
और डरने लगता हूँ मै, की कहीं सरक न जाये.... गिर न जाए उन आँखों से,
वो चंचल सी.… नाज़ुक सी..... शर्मीली बुँदे।



© २०१४ अभिजीत पंडित

Saturday, July 12, 2014

मौसम का जादू

ज़ुल्फ़ें आज कुछ बिखरी हुई है आसमानों की,
काले बादलों ने घेरा है आज सारा जहां।
उठी यूँ एक सोंधी सोंधी सी खुशबू मिटटी की,
ऐसा नशा कुदरत का देखा है तुमने और कहाँ?

बिजली के कड़कने से गूंज उठी है सारी फ़िज़ाए,
भीगी भीगी सी रुत है, जहां देखो वहां वहां।
उड़ती हवाए भी आज ख़ुशी से ज़ूम रही है,
लहरा रहै है खेत भी, जहां देखो वहां वहां।

गुनगुनाते भवरोंने छेड़ा है एक राग सुरीला,
नाचे मयूर बोलो तो अब कहाँ कहाँ।
मेंढक की ड्रॉऊँ ड्रॉऊँसे डोल उठा है चमन सारा,
ऐसा संगीत कुदरत का सुना है तुमने और कहाँ?

मोती सी चमकने लगी है बुँदे उन पत्तो पे,
ऐसा निखार देखा है तुमने और कहाँ।
चोटियों से लिपट गए है आवारासे बादल,
ऐसा मिलन कुदरत का देखा है तुमने और कहा?

मदहोश झरना भी बहने लगा है आज कुछ नशे में,
गिरती नदी की फुहारे उड़ने लगी है जहां-तहाँ।
इन्द्रधनुष के रंगो से रंग गयी है आज सारी दिशाए,
हरियाली ओढ़े हुए है आज सारी सृष्टि, नज़र उठाओ जहां जहां।

© २०१४ अभिजीत पंडित

Friday, July 4, 2014

Bird, oh bird!!!

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
soaring high on a roaring gale.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
tiny to scale but up like a sail.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
so little a frame, but not so frail.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
flying high over a rolling vale.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
tearing with its beak, the misty veil.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
born so wild, but yet so tame.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
singing a song with a weaving tale.

Bird, oh bird, of wings and tail,
'tis a song divine and a fleeting tale.

© 2014 Abhijit Pandit 

Monday, June 30, 2014

आईना

ऐ आईना,  आज ज़रा तू भी तो संवरजा...
में बैठी हूँ सामने तेरे,
तुझको देखके खुदको संवरने।
सोचा यु ही ज़रा क्यों न मुझको छोड़,
तूज़ीको संवारदुं ?
ऐ आईना,  आज ज़रा तू भी तो संवरजा...

गुलाबी पानी से नेहलादु,
एक चंदनका टिका लगादुं,
कई दिनों की जमी धूलको हटाकर
एक नया चेहेरा निखारदुं।
ए आइना, आज ज़रा तू भी तो संवरजा...

तुज़को देखके न जाने क्यों मुस्कुरा देते है लोग,
कभी शरमा जाते, कभी ठहर जाते है लोग।
ला, आज उन सारे चेहरों को हटाकर,
तुज़को अपना चेहरा दिखादुं।
ए आईना, आज ज़रा तू भी तो शरमाजा...

© २०१४ अभिजीत पंडित 

Not to think of you

I tried not to think of you.
In lonely nights or in sombre moods,
your face drew across to me.
I shut my eyes and tried
not to think of you.

I tried not to think of you,
lest I should lose some part of mine,
and become a part of you.
Lest I should separate from myself,
I tried not to think of you.

I tried not to think of you,
lest the night should stop in its daily run,
and the moon should scorn at me from the heavens.
Time would stretch itself,
and the hours would mock at me
from their place on the shelves.
Lest time should stop,
I tried not to think of you.

Great were my efforts in forgetting you,
yet you would peep at me,
from some part of me,
and snatch away from me the slumber that I slept,
and the peace within.
How you would do that I wonder,
though I tried not to think of you.

© 2014 Abhijit Pandit

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

The Beauty of Lavender

Gardens of lavender with colours so bright,
they spread out under the golden sun,
and make such a pretty sight.

Growing under the skies with colours so blue,
they sway to the tune
of the winds that swiftly blew.

Swarm of bees come with numbers so strong,
they suck nectar and dance
on the flowers with a tuneful song.

The girl crowned with a wreath so fine,
the waters in the lake stand still
charmed by a face so divine.

A flower never was seen with hues so pure,
the earth is but a carpet of lavender
taking everybody into its lure.



© 2014 Abhijit Pandit

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

A Lavender Poem

Gardens of lavender under the golden sun,
swaying in the breeze and having fun.

Bees hover on them all day long,
humming a tune and singing a song.

Standing erect with others of its kind,
woven into wreaths so delicately twined.

The air is scented with its sweet smell,
I lay enchanted under its magic spell.

Great are its uses, good to our health,
What a fine flower to have, it is indeed my wealth.

© 2014 Abhijit Pandit

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

અંધારુ હોય

અંધારુ હોય. અંધારાની ઓળખ હોય.
પ્રકાશનું ના હોવું, એજ કેવળ એક સ્થિતિ હોય.
જાગું તો ખરો, પણ અંધારામાં.
પલકારા માર્યા હોય, તેવુયે યાદ ના હોય.

અંધારુ હોય. પ્રકાશનો આભાસ પણ ના હોય.
ક્યાંક સંતાઈને બેઠેલું, એવું એક અજવાળુ હોય.
પછી ભલે એણે અંધારાનીજ ચાદર કેમ ના ઓઢી હોય.

અંધારુ હોય. અંધારાની બીક પણ ના હોય.
કશું જોવાની લાલસા ના હોય.
કેમ ના માણિયે આ અંધારાને,
જ્યારે આંખને અંધારું ફાવી ગયું હોય.

અંધારુ હોય. ભલે એ ઉજાસનું પ્રતિદ્વંદી હોય.
ક્યાંક પડછાયો પડશે એવીતો આશા ના હોય.
દ્રષ્ટિને કેટલો આરામ હોય,
એને જોવાનો થાકતો ના લાગતો હોય.

અંધારુ હોય. નીરવ શાંતિમાં ડૂબેલું અંધારુ.
સવાર થવાને હજી વાર હોય.
એવામાં તારાઓ કેમ ના ચમકે!
એમને પણ તો અંધારાનીજ જરૂર હોય!

અંધારું હોય. પૂર્ણ થયું હોય.
ચાંદનીના આલિંગનથી પૂર્ણ થયેલું અંધારું,
પૂર્ણ થવાનો આનંદ હોય. કદાચ ગુમાન પણ.
અધૂરા રહેવાનો ઝીણો ઝીણો ડર પણ હોય.

એવામાં ઉપસતો તારો ચહેરો,
ધીરે ધીરે।... પેલા પલકારા પાછળ?
કેટલાયે પડ ચીરીને ઉપસતો તારો ચહેરો.
એને તો અંધારામાંજ જોયાય,
જ્યાં તું ના હોય, ત્યાં તો બસ,
આ અંધારું હોય!

© 2014 અભિજિત પંડિત 

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Why this happens....

Why this happens between the two of us,
the words freeze in the cold breeze,
and the lips refuse to part, unable to speak.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the bubbling spring stops in its ebullient run,
and evaporates into nothingness upon the gaze of the torrid sun.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the desert sands, dry as they have been,
lies there in their eternal wait for a sprout of green.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the barren garden lies barren still,
in the wake of a rampaging spring.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the vision that we have in our minds never meet, never greet,
like the banks of a river that flows wild on its ceaseless feet.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the winds that blow in us, comes out as breath,
and blows a candle in each of us, and lays it to rest.


© 2014 Abhijit Pandit

Monday, January 27, 2014

Among the ruins

I saw it, and saw it long and hard,
the dilapidated remains of my house,
a house, once grand and lush,
which a bomb just blew out.

It took just some unfortunate moments to do it,
and it was no more.
Old age, too had crept in its veins,
and time had taken its toll.

I stood there with moist eyes,
hearing nothing.
Perhaps the echoes that rang in the halls,
were buried there among the ruins.

Those voices of laughter,
the incessant crying for a lost toy,
the sweet tune of a mother's lullaby,
the roars of wild joy.
They are still there among the walls.
The walls, on which I had painted, sketched and scrawled.

New coats of paint had hidden them,
and the walls had taken them within,
along with the voices that rang among the walls,
where all these years, though silent that they have been.

But they were there all the same.
I wish that I could find them too,
along with the echoes,
and unearth every corners that I could claim,
in which I played and walked on two little legs,
laughing at their shadows.

These legs have grown up,
and I stood on them now to see,
a house which a bomb just blew up,
setting the echoes in the walls flying very free.

© 2014 Abhijit Pandit

Saturday, January 25, 2014

A blind man's love

How I wish they were there,
the two eyes of mine.
I would have seen you and touched you with those eyes,
explored the delicate curves that enfolds
those enclosed regions of your body,
to see the heaving breast,
and the undulating bosom,
with every breath you take.

How I wish to see you come out of the bath,
and see your dripping hair longing for those shoulders,
the shoulder on which glistens a few drops of water.
I wish they would just stay there, like dew resting on a petal,
or slide down the smooth skin, 
like a rivulet tumbling down on the rocks.
The towel with which you will now smack your hair, spraying water,
how I wish to see the spray in the yellow sunlight.

How I wish to see you stare at me and
look at me with those brown eyes of yours,
scanning eyes, searching for something in me,
waiting to tell something with muted voices.
How I wish to see that gaze of yours.

How I wish to see the sensual walk,
the bouncing of the hair, the thrusting of hips,
the measured steps, the elegant gait,
the tapping sounds that come out of the stones on the pavement,
are the only sounds that would come out,
when you are there, walking with me.

I now have only these words with which to see you, to feel you,
Yet I am not sad. Neither am I angry.
For I know that you have your eyes on me.
I feel their glance, the heat and light they emit.

I have seen you when there was light,
and darkness was just a thing of wonder.
Now I see you in darkness, and I wonder,
how love binds you and me.
While you see the world for me,
I walk this earth for you,
and we glide down the roads,
holding each other in our hearts.


© 2014 Abhijit Pandit