From Sequence To Consequence

Only a short while ago it was sizzling

For no apparent reason, it is drizzling!

Words melt, heat also melts, see now

I muzzle my mouth, it starts mizzling!

We are accustomed to consequences

While we miss out on the sequences.

Things happen even if we don't ask for

Our doings happen to be obsequences!

We don't understand, we shut our eyes

A door opens, and there is no disguise!

We enter a hyper space,juggling balls &

Filaments of chromatic lights, likewise!

The game can go on without any break

Here in lies the solo beauty of this take.

For the first time you know it's all yours

Every thing is happening for your sake!

Who doesn't aspire to get blissfulness?

Lights are the harbinger of blissfulness.

Bliss vibrations have central frequency

All joys are a pale copy of  blissfulness!

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.

E= Love.C^2

I notice an aeroplane making a beeline

Across the sky, displaying a  white trail.

It lugs on its flight a timeline of people

From different lands, on the same  trail.

Is not earth a  galactic plane orbiting in

Space, carting people of diverse climes?

Nonstop rhythmic, it keeps on chugging

In its orbit,humming the diurnal chimes!

We happen to be on joyride, all the time

Grooving and savouring, till the last day.

Let's look for some reason, some rhyme

Some rationale, for this  persistent play.

Einstein's letter to Lieseri, his  daughter

Says that science as yet knows nothing

About the powerful force that can alter

The wellbeing of earth, with its upswing.

He wrote, that puissant force was LOVE

That could blast all hate to smithereens.

If 'M' in his equation is replaced by Love

That shall be the death knell of screams!

Love is quintessence.It's the prime mover

It's behind every phenomenon of cosmos.

He asked his daughter to shield the letter

Till society doesn't discard it as brumous.

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.

The Thin Air

The air is so thin, it's invisible

It displays shimmering colors!

Tad kaleidoscopic and  visible

A panaroma of rainbow colors!

They pop up in front of my eyes

Begin to scintillate; what magic!

They are friendly like good guys

The scenario is quite mesmeric!

They hang about without strings!

I'm amazed how they keep afloat

As I don't notice any water wings.

At times they melt & then  refloat!

The air is thin but full of wonders

Life exists, with the aid of thin air.

Wonder we don't see its wonders!

High time to add prayer to thin air.

Wonder how one can be unhappy!

How do we manage to pick fights?

Planet is designed all time  zappy

The Invisible displays, elfin sights!

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.

Sitting By The Window

The  sky is grand, bright, and blue

Spread all over, in its glorious hue.

I don't know if it has a bordor to it

But it keeps all, intact with its glue.

Oft I sit by the window to watch it

I try to go deeper, &, deeper into it.

I raise my eye balls upwards and I

Find myself burrowing deep into it.

The sky begins to swirl like an eddy

Surprisingly I find, I'm not unsteady

I get into it, without any reservation

I am wonderstruck but it isn't heady.

It grows deeper. When shall it stop?

My eyelids are heavy, begin to drop.

The scene  doesn't suffer, a change

A  soft glow looms, in the backdrop.

It's comforting like the moon's light

It is deeper but still within my sight.

The sky looks like a home to riches

 Aplenty, & it bestows them outright.

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.

प्यार की दौलत

तड़पती धरती पे बारिश गिरती है

धरती फ़ौरन से महकने लगती है

किसी के लिए दो आंसू गिरा देना

फ़िर देखो फ़िज़ा कैसी महकती है।

प्यार में होती है इक ऐसी कशिश

मिटा के रख देती है सारी ख़लिश

अपने दामन में सभी को समेट ले

बस यही होती है उसकी ख़्वाहिश।

चाहे किसी को भी परख के देख लो

अन्दर से अच्छे से झांक के देख लो

किसी भी इन्सान को बुरा न पाओगे

इक बार पूरा सा प्यार देकर देख लो।

हर इंसान में इक दरिया बहा करता है

बिला नागा वो हर वक़्त बहा करता है

उसको पास से सुनना वो जो कहता है

वह प्यार पाने और देने को तड़पता है।

प्यार का दस्तूर बड़ा ग़ज़ब हुआ करता है

सीधा सच्चा,समझ लें ऐसा हुआ करता है

देने पे दुगना होकर वापस मिला करता है

दिल में भरा रहता है,आला हुआ करता है।

प्यार में परमात्मा की ही झलक होती है

प्यार में उसे ही पाने की, ललक होती है

एक राज़ की बात बता देता हूं आज, मैं

प्यार परमात्मा की भेजी मलक होती है।

 

मलक= fairy, angel, फ़रिश्ता।

ओम् शान्ति:

अजित सम्बोधि।

ख़ामोशी

ऐसा मत न समझने  लगना

ग़लतफ़हमी में मत न रहना

कि आवाजों की आवाज़ में

शोर ओ ग़ुल के शोरोग़ुल में

ख़ामोशी  ख़ामोश  होती  है

उसकी कुव्वत ज़ार होती है।

मेरी बातको ग़ौर से सुनना

दिलो ओ दिमाग़ से सुनना

जब आवाज़ ख़त्म होती है

ना  होने पर ग़म में होती है

ख़ामोशी बरक़रार रहती है

वह हमेशा मौसूफ़ रहती है।

जब कुछ न था, ख़ामोशी थी

कुछ न होगा , ख़ामोशी होगी

काइनात ए ख़ामोशी दाइम है

अज़ल से आक़बत, क़ायम है

ख़ामोशी की दास्तान जानिए

और ख़ुद को ख़ामोश राखिए।

आप जो यह जिद्दोजहद देखते हैं

हरेक जानिब जंगोजदल देखते हैं

क़त्लेआम, ये ख़ूनख़राबा देखते हैं

बहसमुबाहसा,शोरशराबा देखते हैं

ये बेहोश हें ये ख़ामोशी नहीं जानते

अनाड़ी, ख़ामोश रहना नहीं जानते।

कुव्वत= शक्ति। ज़ार= क्षीण।

मौसूफ़= प्रशंसनीय। दाइम= शाश्वत।

काइनाते ख़ामोशी= सन्नाटे का जगत।

अज़ल से आक़बत= प्रारंभ से प्रलय।

जानिब= दिशा में। जंगोजदल= युद्धोन्माद।

ओम् शान्ति:

अजित सम्बोधि।

उजाला भर दे।

ऐ मालिक इतनी इनायत कर दे

सब के दिलों में उजाला भर दे।

बड़े नादां हैं ये कुछ नहीं समझते

इनमें अपने फ़ज़ल का रंग भर दे।

कोई ग़ैर ज़बान का या ग़ैर ज़ात का

इन्हें भाता नहीं, इनमें समझ भर दे।

ग़ैर मज़हब के लिए तेग़ा निकालते हैं

ये अंधेरों में भटकते हें, रोशनी भर दे।

आदमी मिलना बहुत दुशवार हो गया

अपने इंसान में ज़रा इंसानियत भर दे।

ज़मीं आसमां दिए, शम्सो क़मर दिए

आबोहवा दी,दिलों में प्यार भी भर दे।

हमने शादमानी मांगी थी यहां पे,मगर

जीना मुहाल हो गया,अब रहम कर दे।

बहुत हो गया, अब तो ये फ़र्क़ मिटा दे

दिलोजां में ज़रा कोई शबाहत भर दे।

वैसे तेरी आदत से अच्छे से वाक़िफ़ हूं

ऐसा कर दे मुझे तू बेनियाज़ी भर दे दे।

ज़र्रे ज़र्रे में बिखरी तेरी महक, गुंबदों के

नीचे समेट रहे जो, उन्हें अक़्ल भर दे दे।

फ़ज़ल= कृपा। दुशवार= मुश्किल।

शम्सो क़मर= सूरज चांद। शादमानी= ख़ुशी। 

मुहाल= नामुमकिन। शबाहत= समरसता।

बेनियाज़ी= उदासीनता। तेग़ा= शस्त्र।

ओम् शान्ति:

अजित सम्बोधि।

4.30 A.M, October 4, 2021.

I heard the bulbul chanting

It was early in the morning

I sat up, & then went down, 

And saw the moon shining.

I kept looking at the moon

It  was a  crescentic moon

Hanging high up in the sky

It was no less than a boon!

I stood there & kept looking

A bird flew past me singing

I could see dark silhouettes

of trees across the morning.

Now the moon looked at me

Crescent arms encircled me

My breathing stopped & I felt

The cosmos had engulfed me.

It endured I know not how long

Then the milkman came  along

Unwillingly I pulled me out of it

For the experience  was a song!

Was I on a trip to hallucination?

Was it a figment of imagination?

What then was the ocean of love

I dipped in? It was a benediction!

Sky loves with its sun in the day

At night its moon and stars play

We tread the earth in iron boots

She lovingly provides a field day!

The fact is, every thing loves us

Trees give food,fuel,shade to us

Birds provide sweet songs to us

Air and water gift life to all of us.

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.

Do We Need A Poet's Heart To Pray?

The sun rises aptly every day

It doesn't ever take a holiday.

It gives us light

It gives us heat

It gives  us  life

So we may live from day to day.

Am I right, in a way, as of today?

The breath rises in us , every instant

It doesn't take a break for a moment.

It makes us laugh

It makes us dance

It  makes  us  live

So we may live each & every moment

Am I right on the spur of the moment?

There is an invisible hand at play

That does it for us, without delay.

Whose hand is That?

Do we not miss That?

Must we not find That?

Yes, we can find THAT, if we pray.

Do we need a poet's heart to pray?

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.

LIFE SPEAKS !

I cherish lazing around, in my balcony

Here hangs around, a mystic harmony 

With Existence. It is spacious & open,

Chaproned by tall trees & the blue sky.

Here it's a bulbul in this nook, chanting

There're those seven sisters chattering.

I can hear a parrot squawking feelingly

And in that trove, a lone dove is cooing.

            Birds make good company.

            They hop about ebbuliently

            And they are'nt afraid of me.

            They are, so to say, cousinly.

There comes in, a scarlet cloud floating

Below it is a flock of sparrows chirping.

The sun is shedding its few last shafts

To their nests, all the birds are heading.

A light breeze caresses both my cheeks

A flying grus flapping its wings, squeaks.

The evening has arrived. The rendezvous

Is over. It's time to go home. Life speaks!

Om Shantih

Ajit Sambodhi.