Works of RK

मैं तुम्हारे किताब का वो पन्ना हूँ जो इस वजह से जुड़ गयी क्योंकि हर किताबं में कुछ पन्ने यूहीं शामिल कर दिये जातें हैं। कुछ लोग ऐसे पन्नों में अपने नाम लिख छोड़ देते हैं तो कु...

ये कैसा सन्नाटा है ज़िंदगी जो इस कदर बेबस करती है कि शाम ठले तो तुम्हारी यादें शोर-ग़ुल चैन तबाह कर देती है  इससे अच्छा तो यह होता कि कुछ दूर और हम साथ साथ चलते और यूँही किसी मोड़ पर पलक झपकते तुम कुछ ऐसा केह देती और मे कुछ वैसा सुन जाता कि राह चलते जो इक मोड़ अति तुम इक राह पकड़ती और दुसरे से हम निकल जाते। Audio Rendering

Photo Courstey जिन नज़रों से मै तुम्हें देखता हूँ, उन नज़रों कि कसम वो दुआएं जिनमे  तुम हर पल बस्ती हो उन सभी दुआओं की कसम जिन रातों की चांदनी तुमसे वाबस्ता है ऐसे हर रातों कि कसम जिस सुबह को तुम्हारी गुज़ारिश है उन सभी सुबहों कि कसम जिन घटाओं में शामिल तुम बे वक़्त बरसा करती हो उन सभी घटाओं कि कसम जिन खूबसूरत वादियों में हम तुम शाम ठले मिलते थे उन सभी हसीन वादियों की कसम जिन साँसों में तुम धड़कन बन कर बजती हो उन सभी साँसों कि कसम याद करना तो आया न मुझे पर अब जब भुलाना चाहुँ तो भूल भि न पाऊं रोना तो सीख लिया मैंने ज़िन्दगी  भुलाना तो तुमने सिखाया न मुझे.  You can listen to this poem HERE

I see those questions in your eyes And I see that my silences And where they come from Surprises you. I can feel you peeking hard Into closed alleyways and corridors Of my silent gentle life And I see you. It's my story And I hold it dear. It is full of longing Full of silent tears. It's not a story that I wish to share For it's my life, And as it unfolds One chapter at a time You will know of it If you are in there.

In that moment Between looking up And looking down Smiling And holding back that smile Touching And not letting the touch linger on Waiting And not making it look like waiting Is a story well begun .

I had this dream. I had this dream that I was floating on a cloud and you were with me. From the mist of wayward dreams, I could feel your fragrance engulfing me. Each time I was confused and frightened and lonely and sad, I could see you pouting at me. The sun was but a glimmer and the birds were catching wind. The dew drops seem to have turned into a translucent liquid, and they were staring at me. And when I opened my eyes. I could feel the softness of your lashes, as they lovingly brushed against mine.

If you were to mix an Ekta Kapoor with a Munshi Premchand and add a dash of R.K.Lakshman to it, you will get an Ankita Sharma. I just finished reading her book of short stories and discovered a very different Anki from the mellow blogger I have followed for long. The Wedding Trousseau and other short stories is published in India by Humming Words Publishers and contains eleven really short and widely diverse stories. However, there is an invisible thread that connects them. They are all stories from our everyday milieu. The protagonists are all people you come across everyday. The frustrations, the taboo's, the deep rooted social norms, divides and beliefs and longing and mystery and laughter, these fill each page. From the abject poverty of a Chottu to the blatant hubris of his memsahib, from UFO sightings to a drunk wife beater, these stories make the ordinary, extraordinary. My best wishes to my favorite fellow blogger. And for those who wish to order online, it is available her...