Let Me Talk….

I think what we do more in our lives is “talking”. To known-unknown , at here-there-everywhere .. .  Could you exactly recall those all with whom you have talked till now?          
   No na ..?? 😃

           

Talk is actually juxtapose of loneliness. As we have more talk , so we feel more freedom , more intimacy. But sometimes you may feel yourself alone even amongst all . Having no care , no sign of empathy really oppress mouth to go dumbed . A Sour talk hardly leaves any chance to put ourside down and so, consequently it paves the way of dumbness at the same time.
      


             Besides it ; we , often and again , get addressed with false-talk. By structure, this is the softest type of talk where we have one and a half time longer talk without any bitterness. Yes , butter-coated talk. People of dual faces always talk in this manner. They have a bunch of complaints to us in absence but before us , get overwhelmed to cover-up . Interestingly, while doing so somehow they blink eyes fast (.. **but sometimes people do same romantically too ).

             

  Have you ever experienced friendship with an stranger ? Talking with an stranger either in train, in the park  or somewhere else in a lengthy way is a much joyous verb in itself. Here, both put their inner without filter.

Psychologically , sometimes we get filled with a bundle of talks which we don’t want to share with any knownone afraid of  being harassed/ tittilated .Stranger is a fine one in this circumstance to whom we could pour those matters which are churning in our minds ; breathfully , patiently ,frankly ; by joining them one by one.
             This is also a type of therapy used for depressed people to revive them (Coffee with stranger..). Some matters become elephantine in anxious mind but actually they are small and could be shortened or shorted out .
            # Talking to an stranger is a special monologue too.
            
        

Many times we took suggestions from as well as share something specific to a bonafide one.
        Self talk or introspection is also a specific kind of talk.

## Silence itself is a mature talk.


         Moreover, we have conversations and questions-answer format talks frequently ; a productive one.
         One, who is a master of life having experiences a lot, much courage and  cristal clarity only dares to suggest us something straightforwardly. He takes patience till result.
       

Please don’t take otherwise but we do also enjoy a daily basis talks with many but hardly on any matter.
         

Have you ever experienced eyes saying a lot. You could it – by watching into the eyes of a needy one.

Hello dear ,

Here, I have shared my understanding. I Welcome you too to share your views bellow comment section. Please feel free to do so . Thankyou!!

Kishan .

Love @ Seventh birth

Yaa , it’s my seventh birth. I know .

So , I can’t promise you –

to love in next life .

Neither can wait –

to meet in …. next to never .

Yessss , it’s my seventh birth, seventh life .

Last and only.

Come close to me

and kiss, tightly .

Come on ! Hug me

and bend , affectionately.

Come on !

Meet to me , sit with me .

Chit me , chat with me .

listen to me , smile on me.

Miss me , wish me .

annoy with me , laugh at me….

But don’t let it go .

Do make it so .

# ( We colloquially coin the term ‘seventh- birth’. We People are so smart planning not for this life but for next life . Oo what’s hell if it is seventh- birth . So , let We do all that should be to fulfill the life . And here “Love” is a symball merely. )

Thankyou.

:::: — Kishan..

थप्पर

#Movie reflection..

सन्न से…. पड़े ही होंगे ; कभी न कभी । पर थप्पर के साथ कुछ lessons भी मिलते हैं सो शिकायतें ज्यादा नहीं होता । ये थप्पर इस movie को समझने के लिए mandatory है जैसे शायरी को समझने के लिए आशिकी । नया , पुराना सब ठीक । बात सिर्फ अनुभव की है ।

पर जब तमाम अनुभवों को पीछे छोड़ आप खुद को एक नये और ज्यादा गहरे रूप में महसूस कर रहे हैं तो निश्चय ही आप आपने इस movie को देखा है । Movie क्या थी , किसी Director ने मानो एक लंबी सांस खींच उतार दिया हो सदियों का सच । सच जो चुपचाप जीती है घर के अंदर उन सभी महिलाओं की पीड़ा , सहमी सिसकियां , और आंसुओं को समेटे । और सच के साथ ही रहता होगा – गुस्सा , कसक , डर …या और भी कुछ ।

सच में बहुत बड़ा कदम होता है शादी विषय को चुना । उम्र – प्यार – भावनायें – बंधन – जिम्मेदारी – समझौता – इज्जत – रिति-रिवाज… सबकुछ ; और कितना भारी होता होगा वह सिर जो ताउम्र ढोती है ये सब ।‌। वो ढोती है क्योंकि घर सबसे महत्वपूर्ण होता है : खुद से , ख्वाहिशों से , सपनों से … सबसे ; ये मां सिखाती है विदाई से पहले और मां को उसकी मां ने ।। लड़के भी अछुते कहां रहते .. कई गलतियां उसे paternally मिल जाते हैं । और इसके पैरोकार भी समाज में । नहीं , सिर्फ पुरुष ही नहीं महिलाऐं‌ भी जो समझती है – ये सब स्वाभाविक है ।

भावनाऐं जहां हो वहां definition करना संभव नहीं होता और शायद इसीलिए कानून भी इस मामले में पुरी तरह न्याय नहीं कर पाता । कानूनन लड़ाईयां होती है ; बहस , हार , जीत भी पर भावनाऐं बीच में ही कहीं कुचली जा चुकी होती है । भावनाऐं होती ही है नि:शब्द । ऐसी ही भावनाओं को कभी “आलोक ‌धन्वा ” ने अपनी कविता ” भागी हुई लड़कियां ” में उतारा है । Link 👇

http://kavitakosh.org/kk/%E0%A4%AD%E0%A4%BE%E0%A4%97%E0%A5%80_%E0%A4%B9%E0%A5%81%E0%A4%88_%E0%A4%B2%E0%A4%A1%E0%A4%BC%E0%A4%95%E0%A4%BF%E0%A4%AF%E0%A4%BE%E0%A4%82_/_%E0%A4%86%E0%A4%B2%E0%A5%8B%E0%A4%95_%E0%A4%A7%E0%A4%A8%E0%A5%8D%E0%A4%B5%E0%A4%BE

भावनाओं की ही एक लड़ाई शुरू होती है “थप्पर ” से ।

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थप्पर और बातें स्पष्ट थी । थप्पर ही तो है , common है , हो जाता है । लोग जा चुके थे । अनु अब भी वही थी – थप्पर पे ही । आत्मसम्मान पे पड़ा वो ‌थप्पर । मान जाना चाहिए अनु बेटा … थप्पर ही तो है … गुस्से में वो हो जाता है..।

न.. नहीं मार सकता । थप्पर भी नहीं ।।।

कितनी बड़ी बात कही थी उस senior ने : अगर गुस्से में मारा होता तो तुम मुझे मारे होते लेकिन तुम्हें लगा कि तुम उसे मार सकते हो इसलिए तुमने उसे मारा । यह पहली बार था जब वरुण के गलती मानने कहा गया था ।

जहां value नहीं वहां रहना नहीं – सीधे से वरुण को कह चुकी थी अनु । अनु टुटे हुए डोर के गांठ में नहीं रह सकती । झुठी मुस्कान के साथ नहीं जी सकती ।

Legal process आरंभ होता है । Legal process जितने कम शब्दों में कही गई उससे कहीं नाउम्मीद कठिन होता है । क्योंकि फैमिली और इज्जत भी साथ चलती है ‌। Legal process में झूठे आरोपों का नोटिस बनाया जाता है पर अनु तो बस थप्पर के लिए लड़ेंगी । वे सारे थप्पर जो नि: संकोच चलती है समाज में ।

सुलह की सारी कोशिशों को लांघते हुए अंत में Divorce file किया ।।.. नम हो जाता है घूप का एक टुकड़ा .. इधर भी ‌उधर भी …पर इसके साथ ही अनु , उसकी legal advisor और उसकी maid तीनों ने खुद को महिला के रूप में स्थापित कर लिया अपनी value के लिए घर छोड़कर ।

However in this movie case was not about domestic violence instead of self-respect but without a doubt this movie has touched all devilish menace and will scratch the conscious mind successfully .

According to National Crime Record Bureau report domestic violence in India has raised to 77% and according to scholor domestic violence is increasing drastically during on going lockdown.

I have dared to touch this masterpiece siding my fear.. हां डरता हूं सवालों से जिसके जवाब में मौन हो जाता है मन । जीभ कुछ भी कहे मन मौन हो जाता है । कुरुतियों के बंधन को मानसिक स्तर पर तोड़ना कठिन होता है और फिर वास्तविक रूप में कई गुना ।

इस समय हमें खुश होना चाहिए समाजिक बुराईयों से लड़ते और बदलाव का गवाह होते । अथक , अपलक !

Thankyou .

2 States : Beautiful Ugly

It was the fifth pebble and I threw it .

I was sat on a rock 50 m away from the coast throwing pebbles that moon. It was my way to ignore and hate my backsiders who were black.

Yes , Fifth pebble and my feet slipped.

A backside hand catched my hand .

Dear beautiful ! She wishpered.

Dear beautiful ,

Please unlock your tonge .

Say me ugly , hate this ugly.

Yes , tomorrow ….

Meet me and find my

Beauty°°°

Dear mate ,

Yesterday , I was ugly .

But your sense has made

Both of us

Beautiful°°°

Black cornea met –

and got wet .

[Truly , this time I was 50 m away from the coast ; coast of racism .

Every colour is beautiful and black is just a colour]

“एक” और वो “दुसरा”

वो धंसी हुई छोटी- छोटी आंखों ..

बहुत दुर तक देखता था ।

बहुत देर तक देखता था ।

बहुत देर तक सोचता था –

वो झुर्रियों वाला चेहरा

एकांत में बैठकर ।।

थका नहीं है वो अब भी ..

युं उसे ढुंढते

इस तरह खुद में

और वो दुसरा उस एक में

बड़ी आहिस्ता उतर रही थी ।।

VERBATIM

When lips goes gumed ,

Sound goes numbed ,

Tasteless bites ask repeatedly…

The reason.

Eh ! Voice goes jamed .

….

Whithin the body , silence being aloud ,

Chatter mouth – mock frowned .

Amid of this bottleneck°°°

mind fumbles earnestly –

” a word .”

A word to shout on –

A word to cry on –

long , aloud .

With all blood N muscles ,

to clap on N whistle…

infinitely !

Kishan…

Mom! How many times you born..?

Mom , you have same breath as I have.
Same pain as I have.
Same unconsciousness , same fear
And after all; same and same satisfaction.

I open my eyes to find you , you to find me Gaze me without blinking.
I see a rolling drop on your cheek,
Continuously from a corner of your left eye.
Oh! You are my world and I too for you.
You take a long breathe – I gonna sleep.
…….
You arise whenever I cry ….
Midnight , late night
deep night , freezed night.
And makes me calm.
You change my napkins successively,
Feed me regularly and care me dedicatedly.
You run here n there , day n night….
Tirelessly , selflessly , composedly.
Is it because…I am your “self” ?
…….
When I am toddler , you jog same.
When I laugh ,you laugh same.
Whenever I babble , you babble same.
But.. when I weep, you encourage me.
Mom !! you are not senior but braver than me.
………
I am thinking about myself ,
My carrier, my goal , my life.
You too think about me ..
Same.
My failure fears you ; my success cheers you.
Me too…..same.
……..
I think we born together , grow together.
Puzzling………
I have a sibling.
Mom ! How many times you born ?
And did the same…??
Mom please…!!!!

#Dedicated to my twin nieces.

Kishan.

Whooo… wrong number

A guy who pics every calls up , because he knows…..

Dear heart ,

I know your vibration.

My sole , my mind , my animus ,

I know your eagerness.

I giggle solely at …

” Why you are more active . ”

And well ,

I understand the anxiety of eyes..

Which are blinking faster than yesterday..

or equivalent to that past memories.

” The fixed sit at wooden bench ..

and endless talk “

Oh ! I recognize the softness of lips ,

and ubiquitous smile …

Which is more than –

Or equivalent to laughing together-

years ago.

I guess why the friendship of face …

with mirror.. is growing more,

and carefulness….a lot more.

Without a doubt it is waiting…

an endless waiting of a call –

no matter from “Wrong Number”..

Kishan.

What……? Would you..?

I will meet you …..very soon.

I promise .

I too.

So , today in the park..?

Oh no…

Aha ! tomorrow..?

Sorry !

Ok , on Friday..?

Nooo…

What ?? Next weekend..?

No..nope .

(cool , relax )

I suppose , next month..?

Perhaps not.

On your birthday..?

Really not.

Oh..at least on 1st January..?

Right now , not sure.

What’s hell ! Are you ever..?

Cool buddy… please !

I hope , we will .

It may be at any turn or in any train ,

at any junction or any juncture ,

at any coast, any beach ,

at any corner ,any counter ,

any arrival or any trivial ,

in pain or in rain .

Alone , aloof , insane .

Murmuring , unuttered or freezed .

I will listen and well , talk to you .

Watch one another’s teeth and eyes shine ,

Composedly…

and will continue our half-story ,

Together.

I’m sure.

I assure.

# Dedicated to all my readers and friends.

Best wishes :

Kishan….