पलकों के पीछे
मासूम-से जो सपने छिपे
क्यों नहीं हो जाते वे बदमाश?
क्यों न उडा ले जाते
हमें अपने साथ?
जीतकर हमें यथार्थ से
क्यों न देते आज़ादी का तोहफा?
क्यों न करते कोई जादू
कि हो जाऍं हम ज़माने से बेवफ़ा?
उनमें है वह काबीलियत,
तो फिर कैसी है बन्दिश?
खुशियों से मिलकर हमारी
क्या नहीं रच सकते यह साज़िश?
2 comments:
Prjakta, loved reading your poem. As your consciousness evolves from mind trapped in mundane physical existence and through some mystic inner process starts linking the mental threads through higher intuition, illumination into the spirit within, you start seeing that what you call Dreams are perhaps more real than concrete physical reality around you. I support your conspiracy of letting your dreams revolt aginst the so called "worldly practical wisdom" to be able to test the power of your inner intuition that might lead you to greater heights. This is an inner flame one has to nurture zealously - to not let the world around extinguish - for that is the secret of the mystic journey to your soul. Finally becoming an adult is the most unfortunate thing that happens to a child, that is full of dreams and imagination. She is successively bombarded by logical structured living and told what is possible and not possible. The inner journey is therefore a process of regaining your lost chidhood, becoming innocent again, letting your ego, desire dissolve, while retaining the brillinace of your personality that must float through the dreams into the Ananda of Spirit. ..Hiren
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