Sailor’s New Year Day

Sailor’s New Year Day

People phone and people wish.
People hug and people kiss.
They use many ways to express and say
the happiness and joys in their hearts they have
and they wish to convey.
The pleasure of being among them and there.
But some people dream it all too.
And because they are far and away
They can’t hug kiss or tell what they miss
So they pick up a pen and scribble a line or two.
Like.. Happy New Year to All of You
But from oceans dark and deep ,
where they sail
There are no post offices
to post the letters and mail
They try not to miss but fail
As they struggle hard to go to sleep
undecided should they smile, laugh or weep

Or how should they fight the fear
that nothing may happen to them
or to those who are dear
Some times they just pray and say
“ I am happy to have the pain
of separation from my dear ones
and can wait to feel the warmth of their bodies
until I meet them again.
And the day they meet their wives
dear ones and the children sweet
The whole world can call. And it may
call it an ordinary day
But for them its certainly a new year day
Yes ! New in its own very, very sweet way.

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सिलेक्शन
बोला मेरा मित्र मैं एक्सेप्ट हो गया हूँ
मैंने कहा शायद् तुम सिलेक्ट कहना चाहते हो
लेकिन कह नहीं पाते
क्यों कि अंग्रेज़ी में तुम्हारा हाथ तंग ही रहा है।
पर कोई नहीं भारत का नवयुवक
तो इसी कमी के साथ जी रहा है
फिर तुम क्यों हो घबराते
लोग अंग्रेज़ी में अपना हाल
अक्सर सही बयाँ नहीं कर पाते।
लेकिन सिलेक्शन, रिजेक्शन की बात आई कहाँ से?
कौन सा इम्तिहान दे कर आये हो भाई
मुझे कुछ तो बताया होता
कुछ तो मदद की होती मैने
थोड़ा तो तैयार करवाया होता ।
मेरे प्रश् नों के उत्तने मुझे एक तार दिखाया
जिस में लिखा था "Anjali accepts you"
पढ़ कर मेरा मुँह उतर गया
और मैं विचारों में खो गया
मुझे यों चुप्प देख वह बोला, क्या हुआ?
मैंने कहा हुआ तो नहीं पर
अब होने जा रहा है
शहीद एक मित्र जो
अभी तो हस रहा है
पर शीघ्र ही रोने जा रहा है।
आसार अच्छा नहीं है
पहले चौकन्ना ना किया
तो कहो गे यार अच्छा नहीं है।
मैंने तो सोचा कि शायद
शब्दों का प्रयोग उचित नहीं है
पर सत्य तो यह है कि योग उचित नहीं है।
तुम्हारी अंग्रेज़ी तो सदा ही रही केवल प्रयास है
लेकिन उन्हें उपयुक्त शब्द चुनने का काफी अभ्यास है
यह तो दक्षता का अनूठा उदाहरण है
अभिमान ही सिलेक्ट के प्रयोग का कारण है
वो तुम्हें काना बैंगन समझते हैं
जिसे सब्ज़ीवाले के अनुग्रह पर
ग्राहक ने स्वीकार लिया हो ।
सस्ता सोच आँख मींच ली हो
मन को मार लिया हो ।
कुछ भी हो मुझे तो
दाल में कुछ काला नज़र आता है
लड़की का भाई नहीं
बाप साला नज़र आता है
जो अपनी टाँग ऊपर रखना चाहता है
इस लिए तुम्हें एहसास दिलाना चाहता है
कि तुम काबिल तो नहीं फिर भी
एक्सैप्ट कर लिए गए हो
और तुम ऐसे खिले खिले हो
जैसे औलम्पिक्स में भारत का परचम लिये चले हो
अपने को खुशनसीब बताते हो
ज़्यादा न वेट करना चाहते हो
पार्टी देकर सैलिब्रेट "celebrate" करना चाहते हो ।
मेरी मानो तो सम्भल जाओ
लोगों को रविवार को मातम के लिये बुलाओ
सब मिल बैठ कर रोंएगे
अपने आँसुओं से तुम्हारे रुमाल भिगोयेंगे
लेकिन तुम ऐसे दौर में पहुँच गए हो
जहाँ से कोई वापिस नहीं आता
दिन हो गये सुहाने लगते हैं
शुभचिन्तक बेवकूफ और उनके सुझाव बचकाने लगते हैं
सच बिल्कुल रुका नहीं जाता
झूम-झूम गाता है मन,
कूँआ भी नज़र नहीं आता
क्योंकि तुम कूदने जा रहे हो
हम रोकेंगे नहीं
न ही रोक सकेंगे
चलो तुम्हारी पार्टी को हम farewell ही कहेंगे।
नवनीत बक्शी

Voh Batein

वो बातें जो कह न सकी तुम
लेटा रहता था जब आँखें मूँदे
तुम्हारी झोली में मैं रख कर सर
वो बातें जो कह न सकी तुम
जो कहना तो चाहती थी पर
कुछ शर्मा कर,
कुछ लज्जा कर किसी बहाने
टाल दिया करती अक्सर
वो बातें जो कह न सकी तुम
रह गई अनकही अधूरी
अब भी आ-आ कर हवा
कानों में कह जाती है
गा उठती हैं दिशाँए
पत्ते करते हैं सर-सर
वो तुम्हारे प्रेम के इज़हार का अन्दाज़ था
जिसे जानते थे सब
बस इक मैं ही था बे-खबर
नवनीत बक्शी

Kuchh Naya Ho Jaye

मुझे कहनी है एक बात
तुम से मेरे हमसफर
पर जरा कान तो करो इधर
और वो पास आकर
बोली गुनगुनाकर
हम चाहते तो नहीं थे अभी मगर
डाक्टर ने कन्फर्म दिया है कर
कि हम हैं माँ बनने के पथ पर
मैंने कहा but...लेकिन...परन्तु... पर
पिछले एक साल से
मैं तो था विदेश के दौरे पर
फिर ये बच्चा किस का है प्रियवर?
कुछ तो कहो कम से कम
ये सच है कि भ्रम
बोली वो सनम तुम्हारी कसम
सच ना तुम जानो ना हम

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From the heart of a sailor

CHILD... IS THE MAN
I see a little child get up each day and look
at a calender on the wall
He then turns and asks his mother
"Mummy what is the day today"
"and what is the month..?"
She says "Its the second day of May"
Ah May! he says, His eyes light up with hope
and beaming with smile he says
My Papa will come back today.
No, says his mother,
May is very long my dear
and it may be longer this year
He knows nothing about the months and dates
but is beginning to feel the pain
that comes with the wait.
He becomes sad and begins to cry
Asking his mother why ,she told him a lie
" May aa gaya hai ,phir papa kyon nahin aaye"
"Aap unhein phone kyon nahin kar ke bulate"
Mere papa ghar kyon nahin aate"
( Hindi text means...
The may has come, then why my father hasn't?
Why don't you ring up and call him home..
Why doesn't my father come home?)

She draws him closer caresses his hair
and kisses his cheek and promises to get him a toy.
She hides her own pain
but there in the corner of her eyes appears
A tiny comforting tear.
She lifts the boy to her lap and begins to play
with him,blocking all thoughts of days and weeks
which could make her feel weak
in front of her child .,a small world of her creation.
And drives the tears away
by sheer force of her determination.

She can’t tell him that his father
has gone so far away
to fetch home a bright tommorrow
And in the endless wait for her mate.
Her todays are becoming yesterdays.
She too has dreams but she knows
How difficult it is to live with those.
She can’t tell him the pain they bring
Every time when the telephone rings
She wishes he may not say but he does
Honey! there is going to be some delay
He misses them all and that.. he loves
them very much
For ever since he’s gone.
She’s always slept with the kid... but’s been alone
And there has been an occassional phone
from him ,to comfort her and assure
but she indeed is in need of his touch and more.
He talks to the boys and weaves
some dreams and their eyes light up with joy
Oh! If her world too could be the world of toys.
But it is not. Wait alone is her lot
Some memories sweet, and a letters few.
Saying that he loves her too.
Yes that’s all what she’s got
To give her a company through the nights
Dark ,scary and cold, raising fears
when she wants to hide in his embrace
and whisper into to his ears ... Oh dear
Make love to me until the day lights...

Sometimes she discovers her child
reading those letters too.
Looking for the promises his father has made
Assuring his self as his Pa is getting delayed
in coming back home from the ship
He can’t read but he knows there are
some words that hold the promises
his mum had told, his papa has made
He then delicately folds the letter and keeps
weeps sometimes rolls a tear or two.
Doesn’t really know what he can do
to see his father home.

She knows that reading the letters again
can do nothing to mitigate the pain
Yet she picks up one and reads
There gather in her eyes some beads
and roll downs as she wonders
Are these the pearls young girls dream for?

Beyond the mist in my eyes forms,
what looks like a human face
that I’ve never seen
Must be Dana’s (the typist) or is it some machine ?
I strain to read again
through misty eyes the message that lies on my table

"Unable to arrange relief this port. Request continue until next port"

Wondering whether I am able, unable or capable
of sailing until the next port.
Should I hide my
emotions and say "yes" somehow
Or "no" I want to go home now.
I am unable to decide.
I lie on my bed and thoughts file pass by
I see a child, a boy, a man
Looking at me and asking...not who, but what am I?
I look away as I fail to say a word
and I know in my heart I’ll have to sail and stay onboard
Hiding in me a child, a boy, I should be a man
I should feign a smile and say ....Yes I can
(On hearing about delay in relief from a ship)