The White House.

There isn’t any place which I can describe as my home. Generally parent’s house is your house and it automatically gives you a feeling of home but it’s not the same for me. Maybe because I have spent 22 years of my life in rented houses.

And growing up I stopped taking interest in my hometown. I have changed 9 rented houses and it’s terrible to pack and set up everything again and again. Rented houses can never give you a feeling like a home but yes you develop memories living in there. Anytime the landlord can ask you to leave, tenants have to pack. You just don’t leave a room, you leave a whole society that was familiar to you. But what about the good time you spent there and miss everything when you move can be seen in Ruskin Bonds ‘room on the roof’.

I am living in a similar room that is on the roof.
But again the landlord has asked us to leave.
I have been living her for 3 years now, I will be missing this place.

You must be thinking why I am so fixated on rooms but I don’t like changes. I think most of us don’t. Humans build houses and make them their homes. Try to be nice in the society they are living in. Get acquainted with the nearby places and grow old there. Like all territorial animals do.

So I have reached an age and now I don’t think this change is suiting me well. But I can’t build a house overnight so after finishing my shift At night I sit near the terrace and look at all the houses that are down there. My eyes stop whenever I see that White House. It is very near to this building a 3-story house. means several rooms. Open rooftop, perfect to enjoy monsoon and winter. Open galleries. Safe community.
For me, that’s an ideal home. I wish I could have such a home one day. But I will paint everything in blue. Black is my first choice but don’t want to attract human eyes. I will have to work my day and night to fulfill this. Given the country’s condition, there is a chance this will remain a dream forever but I should try at least.

©Dhruv

The Hermit part 1 : senseless old man


I saw an aged man, plucking beautiful lily flowers in garden.
Me: hey stop why are you plucking these flowers?
Hermit: Everyone living or non living has some specific reason to do something certain ,that is why things are happening . If everyone and everything stops, how incident will take place and if there aren’t any incidents how will we see results and if there aren’t results no one would exist.
Me: what ? These flowers are reserved not to be plucked out ,and citizens old like you, should encourage others to plant more .
you can’t pluck these flowers and take them home.
You are devastating the entire plot of lily.
Hermit: so you wish to see them grow ?
Me : of course , I would let them grow. it will provide everyone happiness without any cost.
Hermit:[smiling] Happiness ? without cost. ..well there isn’t anything in this world
That we can get without cost ,whatever a creature acquires here, is by giving something in return. And
that happiness is ephemeral, so there is no point to waste time on this.
Me : Ephemeral or Everlasting ,Happiness is happiness old man .
What is the disadvantage to have some of it in our life.
Hermit: in life’s journey happiness increases, if we get it suddenly.
Planning an incident for happiness relies on hope ,if somehow this hope breaks
Our life fills with sorrow. In time of sorrow, you curse everything and everyone. And you do senseless things and after few time you grief again about things you just did.
Me: hey are you from some organization related to spirituality ? Pessimist.
Hermit : Equating and imagining results that can possibly occur in life, is not called pessimism .
Me : of course it is, if you will always think negative about future of anything.
Hermit : what exactly you mean by saying “thinking negative”. If you are inspired by
This thought that we attract what we think ,means good thinking will bring good fortune
And bad thinking will bad then let me unveil this truth that everyone’s fate is
Pre-defined .For a living one, it’s death is definite , He plans the result of all the stories long before the stories start.
Me: Now who is ‘He’ here ? The God ?
Hermit: [smiling] God … It is peculiar to address that power using Alphabets.
Me: And it is ok to refer God with a gender. also I think you should recall what u said earlier, You said what is wrong in thinking about future but if fate is fixed, there is no need to do anything we can just sit back and enjoy the show.
Hermit: I never said I am trying to imagine future, I said imagining results that can possibly occur in life. And try to change it with our current actions.
Me: your statements are senseless and refuting and changing every second. If God has planned results of every story why and how can we change it ?
Hermit : Well , from my perspective these all statements are right, Even if I will clear your all doubts now
Nothing is going to change all your questions will remain questions. But listen – Fate is fixed. You can try to change it. But the end result or your fate will change if it is acceptable and adjustable with other incidents which are waiting to be triggered.
Me: I am not here to discuss about spirituality fate or anything, you have ruined all the flowers here.
Hermit: [smiling]it has become a law .”To convict without knowing anything”
Son , Sometimes elder’s decisions might seem ruthless but later provides fruitful results.
Me: [Thinking] (ugh he is wasting my time.)leave all this philosophical talk Ser ,I can complain this matter to the PF Head. Don’t ever again try to do this kind of work here.

Hermit: aha i m tired . But listen son ,everytime , anythibng said by anyone is not truth .youcan’t discover it by merely standing at your position,
to discover anything you need vision, to see things from all person’s perspective, means the one who did ,the one who said . to observe matters , but you can’t
observe without seeing ,without speculating. so do not believe what you hear , what you read what you are told.
Me: [tickling on forehead] do you have a problem to answer simple questions in a lengthy manner… are you all right.
Hermit: who knows ?
Me: Only The God knows , and may he treat all half witted persons .
Hermit: [smiling]… No person on earth needs mental treatment.just becoz one’s vista is different from you ,you cannot blame that person. To a mad person this whole world is mad and the world thinks the opposite . when
we are different but same only then this earth will cherish.
[smiling] Just this last one.said that man and plucked out the last lily along with the root.
(my face turned red)
Me: what you will do with all these lily plants now ?
Hermit: Aha do not worry they aren’t going to die. Changing a place never means “end of life” ,see these roots are merged with the soil,
Same As the life always stays connected with the old memories whether good or bad .And In a new place these memories acts sometimes as experience or just memories … In both cases we only live with help of these memories.
Me: [silence]
Hermit: Farewell son !
Me: …[my face was expressionless , I don’t know why in a sudden moment this happened becoz
I should be happy, after all one person who was ruining public property was going.]
Hermit: see You ..”Beyond Time”[he muttered].
That moment was something that I can’t express .all the voices of our conversation were running in my head,while returning home…
2 days later
[afternoon time] After watching a movie ,I thought to get some fresh air so I moved toward that park .
that day’s incident just came to me. When I reached there I saw a team with some researcher were looking closely to all flower rows there .when I reached near I got the whole story.
[at home]
[I was smoking one after another cigarette , I was indulged in deep thinking ,the research team was there to find a special flower ‘autumnale’ which resembles with lily in appearance , but possess highly
Poisonous quality. Researcher said the plant nursery sent autumnale instead of lily, by mistake.
They were afraid by this reason because That plant could be dangerous for anyone and it must be removed immediately. But the team didn’t find anything, according to gardeners that plant was there before 2 days ago.
A mingled feeling of fear with excitement passed through my nervous , raising millions of goose bumps.
Inside the room with all the silence ,I was able to recall everything he said.

© Dhruv

बीता कल

काश मैं बीता कल बन जाऊँ
हस्ते मुस्कुराते खुद को अपने
गांव मैं पाऊं .

घनी लम्बी फसलों पर ठहरी,
ओस की बूंदो पर
हाथ फिराऊं .

कुछ वक़्त बिताऊं उनके साथ
जो अब नहीं रहे,
हस्ते हस्ते साथ बैठ कर
केतली भर के चाय बनाऊं.

छुपते छुपते नजर बचाते
आमों के पेड़ों पर छुप जाऊं.
सारा जहाँ भूल कर बस
छाँव और आमों का लुतफ उठाऊं.

वो सर्दियों के दिन नहीं भूलते,
ठंडी हवा में शर्ट खोल कर
दादी से फिर डाट मैं खाऊँ

काश मैं बीता कल बन कर
हमेशा के लिए ठहर जाऊँ …
© Dhruv

वो

धर्म के पास उपदेश कम हैं
हमेशा रखना अपने पास
तथ्य ज्यादा ,
समाज के पास सवाल कम हैं
हमेशा रखना अपने पास
जवाब ज्यादा ,
सच तो मिट चूका
बस झूठ बाकी है,
समाज तो खोख्ला है
और धर्म कब का ढह चुका,

क्या किरदार पूरा करेंगे आप
छोटी सी जिंदगी में ?
बस एक अच्छा इंसान बनकर
सच का चुनाव कीजिये |
किसी ने क्या खूब कहा है
“जो लोग उठाये तुम्हारे
किरदार पर उँगलियाँ
तोहफे में उनको
एक आईना दीजिये”।

(c)Dhruv 05222020
http://www.Dhruv3.wordpress.com

Tera sheher

Jab v guzru is sheher se

Bs Khayal aaye ek he man me

Ye mere Khayalon ka adhoora sheher

Pr tere sapno ka Pura sheher
Rehne ko zee chahe jaha umr bhar

Bs shart ye ki tu ho sath

Qki tere bagair to ye sheher v lge baki shehro ki Tarah fika sheher.
Halki bheed, kuch apnapan,

Her gali dukaan se Juda koi kissa

Zehen me,

Jageh jageh talash krti nazre tujhe ko pr

Mere Lea adhoora kissa samete

Aur shayad tere Lea bs ek yaad ban chuka ye chota sheher..
kevel Teri meri he nhi

Anginatt adhoori kahaniya samete h ye sheher

Pr koi kismet wala guzrega

Yaha se ek din

Jiske sath hogi uske dil ke dhadkan,

Jiski nazre talash na krti hogi kisi ki is bheed me

ummid he tab ye sheher v kabool krega.

Ki Sach me wo h kai kahaniya ka Pura sheher aur kai kisso ka adhoora sheher..

© Dhruv

ṘḀḈḪṄḀḰḀṘ


शोरगुल करे रचनाएँ तेरी
पर तू क्यों खामोश है कलाकार ?

तुझे भुला चुकी रचनाएँ तेरी
बस खुद को देख इकबार |

ध्यान से उठ जा एक बार फिर
जरा सा मुस्कुरा दे “रचनाकार” |

अनंत ब्रह्माण्ड के रचियता
समस्त गृहों के शिल्पकार,

गृहों में जीवन जगा कर
खुद उनमें बसने वाले अदाकार |

आज तुझे याद कर रहा हूं मैं
एक छोटा सा किरदार |

संकीर्ण विचारों और कृत्यों में डूब चुकी
मानवीय रचनाएँ तेरी,

फिर भी कहाँ खोया है तू रचनाकार ?

जग ध्यान से बस एक पल
दे इन जीवों को उपस्थिति का प्रमाण |

नष्ट कर विकृत सोच रचनाएं अपनी
फिर बसा इक नया संसार

जो पूर्ण हो सद्भावना से
और उद्घोष करे तेरा
“जय रचनाकार” ।

© Dhruv …

Try,  not to cry

Try not to cry 

Because everyone is watching you

They will judge you weak, 

Within moments few

If your eyes trickle dew. 


Try not to cry 

Because there isn’t any shoulder 

To lie on. 

There aren’t trusted arms 

To rely on. 

So many reasons not to cry

And so on. 


Try not to cry 

Because to someone 

You are an ideal

Not for yourself 

Just for themselves, 

Once again, 

Roll up your sleeves

Keep your eyes steady freeze,

And say loudly to this world 

Don’t dare to make me cry. 




         –  © Dhruv