Let Peace Prevail

Hatred begets hatred and has multitude of backlash. Revenge can never bring in peace. For peace, though at times strength is needed but it is not the strength of hatred or physical violent power. It needs the power of rational thinking, of not becoming animal while seeking to get even. 

Celebration of death is never ‘human’. With his death the evilness of his soul is gone. But celebration, it seems weird, cannibalistic. 

Let us be in peace, at least now, with others and with ourselves. Let us begin seeking peace within ourselves and let it spread its wings far and wide. 

Let peace prevail.

हृदय को बसेरा बनाए हैं

तुम्हारे शब्द मौन, पर
मेरे कानों में गुनगुनाते हैं
स्पर्श ठहरे पवन मानिंद, पर
मुझे गर्माहट से भर जाते हैं

हैं नहीं बाहें मुझे थामे, पर
जीवन संघर्ष में साथ ही हैं
कदम नहीं चल रहे संग, पर
सह -कदम चल रहे हम साथी हैं

नयनों को है नहीं दरस, पर
नैनों में हर क्षण समायें हैं
नहीं हैं वो करीब मेरे, पर
हृदय को बसेरा बनाए हैं
translated on 2 April, 2011
read in English - http://prritiy.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-with-me.html

went missing

you went missing
no reminiscing?
did it never strike
feelings, walled by dike?

wilted is bud, once bloomed
bliss on the face, doomed
the stars that joyously twinkled
now a memory, how sparkled

dark, the colour of sky
earth's tears, never dry
mountain hides stream
affection, now dream

darkness leaves skies
far, the sun does rise
but living seemingly vain
happiness, O! a feign!
translated 3 apr, 2011

[हिंदी रूपांतरण - http://prritiy.blogspot.com/2011/04/1019-pm-3122010.html]

सूनी सगरी नगरी है

तुम चले तो गए
क्या पीछे छोड़ गए
क्या कभी ना सोचा होगा
दिल, ना जाना होगा?

वो फूल जो खिला तुमसे
वो चेहरा जो दमका तुमसे
वो मचलते दमकते तारे
तुम बिन खोये सारे

गगन है अब गहरा नीला
है धरा का आँचल गीला
शैल है छुपाये जल
प्रीत के खोये पल

सुबह अब भी होती है
रात लालिमा खोती है
पर सूनी सगरी नगरी है
और जीवन खाली गगरी है
10:19 pm, 3/12/2010
(English Translation-http://prritiy.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-went-missing.html)

You, with me

your words, albeit silent 
yet i hear your whispers
your touch featherly
still i feel the warmth

your arms not holding me
still, their strength holds me up
your steps not with my steps
but they keep up with my pace

you're not visible to me
yet always in my eyes
you are nowhere near me
still always in my heart

completed on 27 feb, 2011

हिंदी में पढ़ें - http://prritiy.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_06.html

“Lets talk about Bosses”--Strange experience..

 I shifted to Dehradun to be with my parents and joined an office   here. Overall the atmosphere here is just like offices generally have,  a combination of every type of individuals.

 Here also I came across something which seemed….or I should say something I really couldn’t comprehend…..

 Winter at Dehradun is really chilly and I don’t have a liking for tea, so I thought of making myself (though we have a office boy for this work) a cup of coffee (everyone is provided with tea two times a day) during ‘our’ tea-break time bringing in my own coffee powder. And will anyone believe it….. I was refrained from doing so..No logic behind this refusal of letting me help myself with a cup of coffee in this chilly weather. Reason best know to ‘Boss’. 

 So now my dear Ma or Bhabhi (sis-in law) give me a flask of the coffee which I take along with me to office. 

But can I forget this also?