ELECTRIC MOON

चाँद की कहानी,
चाँद की जुबानी,..

'अरे क्यों दम भरते हो, क्यों मामा सबको हो बनाते,
चाँद को दाग लगते,
और फिर चाँद के नाम से ही साबुन , बत्ती , कोल्ड क्रीम  लगते,..
वाह रे इंसान, तेरी कमाल

खुशबु बेचे तू, सब दूर गंदगी फैलाके,
रोशिनी दे पैकेट में, सबों ओर काला चुना पुताके,
Nutritious गोलिया बटता फिरे, अनाज के Nutrition चुराके,
समुंदर में पसीना छोड़े, Save Water और साफ़ पानी का tag लगाके।
सबों पेड़ काटके, बनाए पेपर, लिखे उसपर 'save tree' और  ठाक से मनाए  Environment day।
वाह रे इंसान,
तेरी कमाल  ....

खुद Ozone को खोदे, और UN मीटिंग बुलाए, उसके बचाने ,
गरीब देशों में Charity और सभ्यता का पाठ पढ़ाने,
और बाकी खुद कचरा बढाए , Energy की Atomic धज्जिया उड़ने ,
और सारे नियम पढ़े
गर हम अगरबत्ती भी जलाए,
वाह  रे इंसान,
तेरी कमाल ....

व्यर्थ लहू खनीज जलाके,
खोजे नए Space Time Dimensions घुमाके,

चाँद मंगल पर खोजे पानी, खुद का पानी जलाके,
जिंदा आत्मा को जलाए, लोगों को क्लेश गालिया टेंशन बजाके,
फिर प्राणायाम बेचे ,- शांत मन की उपमा चाँद को बताते,
चीथड़े फाड़
दे बच्चों की दुनिया उजाड़,
फिर दे बांट उन्हें प्रेम से 'चाँद की कहानियों की किताब'..'

Coal - Taar

आज तंबाकु सिनेमा देखने चला,
धुए का Shirt और रोशिनी के दस्ताने पहने चला,
की हरकत आज कोई खास न थी,
Lungs में भी तो कहा जान बची थी।

बस मनमानी में करता चलू,
बस धुए में ही में, बहता चालू,
ऐ ,.,.काश कोई किताब मुझे व्यसन से कटती,..
तो ये पैमाल ज़िन्दगी मेरी, बेमिसाल हो पाती,
मै भी ज़िन्दगी के दो मीठे बोल पढता।  नाउमीद इस अंधकार के Cancer से बचता।।

पर तबियत सवार थी मेरी,
जुल्फों में उड़ान थी मेरी,
मर्दानगी की शान, मै, बस अब  धुआ  ही रह गया हु ..
खोखला खली शरीर, बिना आत्मा बेजान रह गया हू
चिन्धधे  चिन्धधे खासी से मेरे, उड़ते खून के फौअरे।

आलिशान बिस्तर Air  Condition में पड़ा हु, फिर भी नहीं जा पाता नींद के किनारे,

कभी Cigarette जलती थी जहाँ, उसी आग में मै, आज तपता यहाँ।
कोई दे मुक्ति इस दर्द से मेरे,
फिर से मै  मिलना चाहू इस खूबसूरत ज़िन्दगी से,

पर ...अफ़सोस ...
तड़पता पड़ा मै यहाँ ,
ए ....काश अभी भी देर न हुई होती।

रूह

फिर मुलजिम बन गया है मेरा मन,
उल्ज़न है की कीमत वसूलता है मेरा मन।

आसमानी क्वाहिश हुई और खो गयी कही,..

आरज़ू भी अपने खयालात को लेके नाचती रहती है,
जैसे ये नग्न शाम खूबसूरती  सवरती रहती है,

है  लेकिन बस युही कल का फैसला,

चल रहा है दीमक कतरा लहू का...

आज भी आग लगी और बुज़ नहीं पायी ....

Acid Phosphoricum - II

Krishna stood up right after the Patient was gone and ran to his credit givers again.He needed money for Acidum phosporicum, weisbadan, lycopodium clavatium and jaborandi.  All the pleasure items were long gone to be registered for charge with the creditors. So came in chairs pillows bed table blankets.All were kept open for bid - beg he here and there but long was gone the trust of creditors over him. atlast ready to sell himself off,..maybe he could be useful in some labor jobs...  But why he was doing it.? He need not take all this at the cost of his own life. This last credit may take heavy toll. Might disrupt everything. But just like the crazy painter he researched the medicine composition in high potential. so tonight to complete this master piece if Color red falls short, he's ready to fill in the portrait with his own blood. The trance he experienced tonight was the state he longed for,. The biochemical medicine was prepared and given to the patient, the next time he visited, with strict urge to use it.

Maybe that was the last of the patients he had seen,. Few days in drought and one day Krishna's mother underwent seizure, rushed to hospital and House was sold off. Nowhere to live -but Krishna's mother came out fine, still unable to understand why her brother is ruining his life for her  ?

They were taken into creditors custody. Certificate burned. Krishna's mother and he were given residence at servants house. He has to work as the helper to decorators in Event Organization - "Happy Beginning ",..marriage stage and hall decorators.

Today he was decorating for the marriage hall and he was on the stage and at that time the Bridegroom walked in and Krishna recognized him and the hair and the Acidum phosphoricum that had worked. He hid himself and walked off.

Then when the marriage being proceeded, there at the corner of the Hall he stood watching the free falling thick hair over the forehead where, - once 7 months back  there was baldness winning the hair fall battle,. He had his moment, he felt, his heart experiencing the same feeling, once when he had played the cassette. He kept standing for..maybe 25 mins trying to summarize his doctorate and his life and the running moment of happiness. He was feeling like a uncrown King, feeling like a secret scientist who secretly invented secret of alchemy and today when it worked, there were no one to clap. Like the artist left alone with his prize, left alone and all the nature around him appreciating his composition  without knowing the composer......today not even his mother is his mother...

He just murmured .." Acid phosphoricum worked..."

Acid Phosphoricum - I

The Beggar of Life must watch a single episode of Krishnakant's day. He would have the feeling like he has world of fishes. The beggar will be the miracle of Life and would pray God that same would be the day as they are continuing. There was an unbounded force which was abstracting Krishnakant from Happiness. But as a forceful Bull, would keep passing through all the moments and keep on living life off his own way.

Krishnakant comes from, then middle class family, atleast they used to satisfy the basics, but now after his Father died, the family pension strives to fulfill the requirement of the two. Mother suffered from Dementia. The days count, where everyday she is a new born person. Someday she becomes a old woman and krishnakant, her caretaker, sometime he is her brother, with whom she had played near that Banyan tree, after that game and after that cheating she is very angry. Or someday she is Krishnakant's mother who is so worry about him, even what future waited to be unfold for him.

Studying B.H.M.S from Government Homeopathy college, Krishnakant loves the way homeopathy medicine cures the body as well developing internal body defense mechanism. Many people advised Krishnakant to leave study and start to earn for him and mother but Krishnakant was in Trance. His involvement in the research and medicine was to the extreme end, with a rare enthusiasm. Still prospects of Homeopathy pharmacy are still to be developed in India. Each day would count, each time Money would struggle to fime Krishnakant's house.

There was War between Stomach and Brain - in the end stomach won. Krishna was forced to take a year drop, when both Lecture fees and exam fees totaled their years food budget. So for the year Krishna was free and very willingly offered himself as a tutor. He got some money. So something was saved, something was added and some important thing of something was spent in music cassette - a first ever ventured Luxury item found his home and their very pre-historic record player played. It played to 25 minutes...the first ever time krishna' s mind experienced something different from a routine emotion. First time mind learned happiness, excitement, laughter, tears came out from his eyes, first time out of laughing, from fun. These 25 minutes were all the Bonus Happiness he got in his Life.Year ended and he began taking his studies again. Again intellectuals advise him "to continue his work and leave study. Kept the inflow of money."

Still crazy for finishing up things, Krishna was like a river flowing in one direction, He is not ordinary river. He is Ganga- who tears open, throws away the blocks coming in her way, craziness is molding stones, mending mountains, turning trees coming in her way, craziness like  a devoted painter,..on finishing Red color, he finishes off his piece with his own blood.

Very well - again from these saved, fees were paid and Krishna at last  competed B.H.M.S. On convocation- degree was awarded but on that day his mother was an stranger in the house with Krishna, appointed to nurse her.She was absolutely unknown to him and  She even asked him, why he showing all this to her, when he is appointed to work there ? Still like some infamous Poet - who is never been appreciated of his work, who has composed some immortal verse - keeps on fascinating over his work again and again. so was the whole night of Krishna's like. Anyways he opened his pharmacy at his drawing room. Took big small loans, bought basic medicine, books, and long waited for anybody to turn up for consultancy. Homeopathy is a slow cure.People came to him but these occasions were less then the coming of creditors and Loan givers,who came in to threaten him or came out with some of house things , leaving house like a Samadhi mind. Empty of thoughts and so empty of all things.

One late evening a patient came in. "hair loss problem sir, sab try kiya..nothing effective even ayurved...cannot afford  costly thing..aur  abhi toh meri shadi bhi nahi hui,." Homeo is last thing he trusted to try. .."okay'' - "I'll make you a medicine. you will have to take it thrice a day for three months. Come back tomorrow same time..." I'll have it prepared...

HAWASS...

एक छोटी सी ललकार और,
धीमी सी पूछ कही से निकली, और रात की चिंगारी जाग रही थी।
कही हवस के दिए जल रहे थे ,
और कही रोहिणी बिना आहट - चाँद संग रात्रि का नज़ारा बन चुकी थी।
फिर भी ये भीगी, इस भूख को कौन काबू करे ?                      1)

 नादानी और मासूमियत बिस्तर में नंगी बनती है,
जिसका कोई ज्ञान न हो -
उसपे पिचकारियाँ चलती है।
फटे कपडे, दुखते अंग और शर्म से सिकुड़े अवशेष,..
कोई जानवर भी ये देख ज़मीन में गढ़ जाए
बहोत हद्द पार ये समाज सभ्यता फेल चुकी है।                         2)


आज आदमी आम हो चूका है,
और सारी  क्रीडाए भी हवस की तरह,...आम फेल चुकी है।
नंगा ताण्डव लालच का हर मुह से टपक रहा है,
ये जगत फेला रहा है अँधेरा,.....और
कुछ धुआ सा नशा सब पे छा चुका है।
हरकतों पे काबू पाना मुश्किल है, और बस  सारे पहिये नीचे ही घूमते है।
काश अभी सभ्यता जिंदा होती।                                                  3)