Tag: Hindi-Urdu Poetry

वक़्त का तुम… Waqt Ka Tum… by संदीप साइलस “दीप”

वक़्त का तुम…
संदीप साइलस “दीप”

वक़्त का तुम दम भरते हो, वक़्त किसका है
इंतिज़ार करते रहते हो, की ख़त किसका है।

मौसम-ए-बहार की रोज़ तुम राह तकते हो
दरख़्तों से बातें करते हो, परिंदा किसका है।

मन में लिए इख़्लास, क्या-क्या सम्भाले हो
तन्हाइयों में डूबे रहते हो, आसरा किसका है

ये कशिश क्या कभी ले आएगी तुम्हारा प्यार
तारों को गिनते रहते हो, आसमाँ किसका है।

उनकी रूह को ताज़ा, रुख़्सार हँसी रखते हो
असास हैं मज़बूत, उन्हें एहसास किसका है।

यूँ बात-बात आब-ए-दीदा होते हो, बेज़ार हो
कौन पोंछेगा बहते अश्क़, रूमाल किसका है।

आँखों में दास्ताँ, शरीर, हरारत लिए फिरते हो
मोहब्बत भरे लब हैं ख़ामोश, जिगर किसका है।

ख़ंजर-ए-इश्क़, लमहा-बा-लमहा धार रखते हो
खुद ही तो लहू-लुहान रहते हो, दिल किसका है।

चलो बयाबान में चलो “दीप”, वतन किसका है
तेरा हुआ तो आएगा, वरना ख़याल किसका है।

(Written: Delhi; 10 April 2020)

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रब्ब की मर्ज़ी Rabb Ki Marzi by संदीप साइलस “दीप”

रब्ब की मर्ज़ी
संदीप साइलस “दीप”

वक़्त और शजर दोनो ही उतार देते हैं
लदे हुए ज़माने, ख़ामोश उतार देते हैं।

रब्ब की मर्ज़ी के आगे कौन खड़ा रहा
आसमानी फ़रमान कारवाँ उतार देते हैं।

अच्छे और बुरे का फ़र्क़ बेशक भूल गए
अज़ाब आते हैं तो शहंशाह उतार देते हैं।

ये ताज-ओ-तख़्त बहुत बेशक़ीमती हैं
वज़न नहीं संभला, तो होश उतार देते हैं।

आवाम के ज़ख़्म, किसी को दिखते नहीं
ये जब पकते हैं, सल्तनत उतार देते हैं।

मेरे दिल के दर्द, मेरी जाँ, कुछ ऐसे ही हैं
ये कलम से काग़ज़ पे, ख़ुदा उतार देते हैं।

तू नहीं मिलता तो दिल उदास सा रहता है
ज़मीन-ए-मोहब्बत हम धनक उतार देते हैं।

अपनी-अपनी रूह, ख़ुदाई से भर लो तुम
ज़ुल्मियों के लिबास भी ख़ुदा उतार देते हैं।

दरख़्त रखते हैं हरेक घोंसले को महफ़ूज़
दुआगो “दीप” रूहानियत को उतार लेते हैं।

(Written: Delhi; 17 April 2020)

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दिल निकाल के… संदीप साइलस “दीप” Dil Nikaal Ke… Sandeep Silas

दिल निकाल के…
संदीप साइलस “दीप”

दिल निकाल के रखता हूँ रोज़ तेरे सामने
मेहर की उम्मीद करता हूँ तुझसे तेरे सामने।

कभी वेद पढ़ता हूँ, तो कभी अज़ान गाता हूँ
कभी कबीर, कभी नानक होते हैं मेरे सामने।

नव-दुर्गा का अदब रखना है मुझे ता ज़िंदगी
इंजील-ए-ईसा को भी लाना है तेरे सामने।

ए इंसाँ तू क्यूँ छोड़ता जा रहा अपनी ज़मीं
तेरी पाकीज़गी को मुझे लाना है तेरे सामने।

ये सियासतें, गर्दिश में ले जा रहीं हैं तुझे हिंद
हज़ारों साल की तहज़ीब, देख है तेरे सामने।

ना सुन बुरा, ना कह बुरा, ना देख तू कुछ बुरा
बापू को भूलने से पहले, ज़रा रख उसे सामने।

नफ़रतें ना लाएँगी, अमन-ओ-चैन की दुनिया
हिट्लर भी गया था, अपनी ही गोली के सामने।

ना झूठ बोल, ना कर फ़रेब, तुझे मिली सल्तनत
कुदरत से ना खेल इंसाँ, पुतला है उसके सामने।

नहीं मानेगा तू, तो वो वापस ले लेगा तेरी साँस
कहते हैं वो मन का “दीप” देखता है अपने सामने।

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प्यास… Thirst by संदीप साइलस “दीप”

प्यास…

संदीप साइलस “दीप”

दूर से प्यास बुझती, तो किसी को कहाँ लगती

पी–पी के अश्क़ तू जी गया, प्यास कहाँ लगती।

वो जिसकी तलब थी, नहीं मिला, तो इश्क़ रहा

मिल गया होता, तो इश्क़ की आग कहाँ लगती।

तँहा ना हुए होते, बाद–ए–सबा, सर्द कहाँ लगती

तसव्वुर में ना आते, जाँना की कशिश कहाँ लगती।

वो ग़र पास हुए होते, दिल–तिशनगी, कहाँ लगती

तीरगी के आलम सिवा, ख़्वाबों में लौ कहाँ लगती।

शब–ए–हिज्र, शुक्रिया, नीम–वा रोशनी कहाँ लगती

मेरी सूखी आँखो को, उनकी नमी कब कहाँ लगती।

वादा–ए–वफ़ा निभाया होता, ये ख़लिश कहाँ लगती

वो जुदा ना हुआ होता, ख़ुदा की आस कहाँ लगती।

ज़ख़्म–ए–दिल लिए फिरता हूँ, अब दवा कहाँ लगती

कुछ रखे ज़माने के लिए, वरना नुमाईशें कहाँ लगती।

अब ना हसरत–ए–शाम, ना ख़्वाहिशों से हमें काम

कोई आए ना आए, अब खामोशी भी कहाँ लगती।

एक बेगाने की आस “दीप” क्यूँ रखते हो अपने दिल

ख़ुदा की बारगाह में आओ, यहाँ प्यास कहाँ लगती।

(Written: Delhi; 30 March 2020)

 

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रब्ब को कहा होता… संदीप साइलस “दीप”

रब्ब को कहा होता…
संदीप साइलस “दीप”

दर्द-ए-दिल को ए इंसां, तूने रब्ब को कहा होता
जिसका अक्स तू जमीं पे है, उसको कहा होता।

शिकस्ताह हाल फिरता है, एतबार किया होता
जिसने तुझे बनाया, उस रब्ब को पुकारा होता।

दस्त-ए-साक़ी ना लाए, वो जाम पिया होता
चाक-जिगर को अपने, ईमान से सिया होता ।

अह्ल-ए-किताब का कलाम, जो तूने सुना होता
रूह का परिंदा तेरा, रब्ब का नाम जिया होता।

चारागर का हक़ तूने, जो ख़ुदा को दिया होता
दुआ ने हर मर्ज़ में, दवा का काम किया होता।

कारवाँ-ए-हयात पे इतना फ़ख़्र ना किया होता
कभी तो रब्ब का भी, तूने एहतिराम किया होता।

इब्तिदा तो कर ली, तू इंतिहा को जिया होता
ख़ुदा की मोहब्बत का भी पैग़ाम लिया होता।

हद पे तू पहुँचता रहा, इख़्लास भी किया होता
जाने-अनजाने कभी वादा-ए-वफ़ा किया होता।

सामने गर तू होता, मैं तुझ को ही जिया होता
तू इश्क़ मेरा होता, मैं “दीप” तेरा ही होता।

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तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा…by संदीप साइलस “दीप” Tu Lau Khushnuma…by Sandeep Silas “deep”

तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा…

संदीप साइलस “दीप”

तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा, मैं पतंगा तेरा

तुझको जियूँ तो, जल जाऊँ मैं ।

ये क्या राबता, कैसा है मेला

तुझको छू लूँ तो, खिल जाऊँ मैं ।

तू मदहोश है, मेरा खोया पिया

तुझको देखूँ तो, भर जाऊँ मैं ।

मेरा दिल तो तेरा, घर बन गया

तुझको पाऊँ तो, बस जाऊँ मैं ।

तेरा चर्चा रहा, वो ज़माना तेरा

गहमा-गहमी हो, तो डर जाऊँ मैं ।

मैं तो आयत तेरी, तू ईसा है मेरा

तुझको मिलने को, ललचाऊँ मैं ।

हर राह तेरी, हर जहां है तेरा

ले चला तू मुझे, कहाँ को जिया ।

ज़ुबान ने मेरी, आज शिकवा किया

ऐसा मिलना हुआ, तो मर जाऊँ मैं ।

तू लौ ख़ुशनुमा, मैं पतंगा तेरा

तुझको जियूँ तो, जल जाऊँ मैं ।

ये क्या राबता, कैसा है मेला

तुझको छू लूँ, तो खिल जाऊँ मैं ।

TU LAU KHUSHNUMA…

Sandeep Silas “deep”

Tu lau khushnuma, main patanga tera

Tujhko jiyun to, jal jaun main

Ye kya raabta, kaisa hai mela

Tujhko chhuu lun to, khil jaun main

Tu madhosh hai, mera khoya piya

Tujhko dekhun to, bhar jaun main

Mera dil to tera, ghar ban gaya

Tujhko paun to, bas jaun main

Tera charcha raha, wo zamana tera

Gehma-gehmi ho, to dar jaun main

Main to aayat teri, tu Isaa hai mera

Tujhko milne ko, lalchaun main

Har raah teri, har jahaan hai tera

Le chala tu mujhey, kahan ko jiya

Zubaan ne meri, aaj shikwa kiya

Aisa milna hua to, mar jaun main

Tu lau khushnuma, main patanga tera

Tujhko jiyun to, jal jaun main

Ye kya raabta, kaisa hai mela

Tujhko chhuu lun to, khil jaun main

 

(Written: Delhi; 29 November 2019; 10.10 pm -10.45 pm)

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इतना भी क्या …? ITNA BHI KYA…? WHAT IS SO MUCH…? By Sandeep Silas ‘deep’

इतना भी क्या…? ITNA BHI KYA…?

(WHAT IS SO MUCH…?)

Sandeep Silas ‘deep’

इतना भी क्या की ख़ंजर उठा लिया ?

मुस्कुरा के भी तो जान ले लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की प्याला–ए–ज़हर ला दिया?

राज़ छुपाए भी दैर–ओ–हरम चले जाते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की खुदा को भुला दिया ?

ता ज़िंदगी दुआगो भी तो रह लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की कलाम–ओ–ग्रंथ जला दिया ?

आयतों में भी तो सुकून तलाश लेते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की वादा–ए–वफ़ा से पर्दा किया ?

अदावत को दिल रख के भी रह लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की राह–ए–रंजिश ही लिया?

रिश्तों का वज़न भी तो उठा लेते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की चाँद से बैर ही किया ?

दुश्मनी में भी दिल लगा लेते हैं लोग ।

ऐसा भी क्या की रुख़ पे इबलीस उतार लिया ?

पेशानी पे तो नूर की ख़्वाहिश रखते हैं लोग ।

इतना भी क्या की कोई “दीप” के खून का प्यासा जिया?

लहू पी के भी इंसान बने रहते हैं लोग ।

Itna bhi kya ki khanzar utha liya?

Muskura ke bhi to jaan le lete hain log

(What is so much that you picked up a dagger?

People take a life with a smile too)

Aisa bhi kya ki pyala-e-zahar la diya?

Raaz chhupaye bhi dairo-haram chaley jaatey hain log

(What is that the cup of poison was offered?

People hide secrets and still bow in a temple & mosque)

Itna bhi kya ki Khuda ko bhula diya?

Ta zindagi duago bhi to reh lete hain log

(What is so much that you even forgot the existence of God?

People live their entire lives immersed in prayer too)

Aisa bhi kya ki kalaam-o-granth jala diya?

Aayaton mein bhi to suquun talaash lete hain log

(What is that the Holy Scriptures were burned?

People find their peace in the verses too)

Itna bhi kya ki wada-e-wafa se purdah kiya?

Adaavat ko dil rakh ke bhi reh lete hain log

(What is so much that you forgot the promises made in faith?

People can hide malice in the folds of their hearts and live)

Aisa bhi kya ki raah-e-ranjish hi liya?

Rishton ka wazan bhi to uthaa lete hain log

(What is that you took to the road of enmity?

People carry the burden of relationships too)

Itna bhi kya ki chand se bair hi kiya?

Dushmani mein bhi dil laga lete hain log

(What is so much that you have ill-will for the Moon?

People engage their hearts in hostility too)

Aisa bhi kya ki rukh pe Iblis utaar liya?

Peshani pe to noor ki khwaahish rakhtey hain log

(What is that you fused your face with the Satan’s?

People actually wish for divine light to glow on their face)

Itna bhi kya ki koi “deep” ke khoon ka pyasa jiya?

Lahu pee ke bhi insaan bane rehtey hain log

(What is so much that someone lives thirsty for “deep’s” blood?

People drink blood and yet pretend to be human)

(Written: Delhi; 12 October 2019; 6.00 am to 7.07 a.m.)

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Sandeep Silas speaking at the Festival of Peace

Address of Sandeep Silas delivered in the distinguished presence of Hon’ble Union Home Minister, Government of India, Shri Rajnath Singh, at RIM event, Vigyan Bhavan, New Delhi on January 15th 2019 !

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Homage to #Mahatma #Gandhi on the occasion of his 150th Birth Anniversary ! by ‘Deep’

 

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Village of Tosh by Sandeep Silas

Sometimes you must do something that is adventurous or at least near adventuresome! You must never let the spirit die within you. It is just one life and one must live it as best as one can. I somehow connect to Nature in a way that I hear its voice, I see its hidden beauty and I hear its song!

So with two friends I ventured out one lazy afternoon and travelled in car overnight to Manikaran, the place famous for its hot spring and Gurudwara. We took turns to drive and a not so comfortable, but still great under the circumstances make-shift bed in the SUV in the rear was my bed for the night. Lights, stars, passing trucks and street lights kept me mostly awake but still I was in bed! One must be grateful for small mercies.

At 4 am we parked in the parking at Manikaran and slept till 7 am. By 8.30 am we were at Tosh, a village nestling in pristine beauty and caged in the simplicity of a mountain village life. The welcoming views were just breathtaking.

The peaks around Tosh Valley Village were covered in snow, except where there was enough sunshine for the day. It was December and it had still not snowed, thanks to global warming! I kept on looking with the wonderment of a child at the snow peaks around the glacier: Papasura, White Sail, Angduri, Pinnacle and Devachan. Two names definitely English, rest looked like given by the locals. Thanks be to God that no name changing spree by a self-seeking politician had affected the charming Parvati Valley.  Let the names be as handed over to us by Time. After all, it is a layer of history upon another.

But, where was the Village as a whole. I looked back from the glacial peaks and saw a Himalayan village that almost called out to me to discover what lay hidden.

But, first things first. Time to feel fresh and have breakfast. The Cafe at Pinky Didi’s seemed like a nice place and the omelette with buttered bread was just the thing one desired.

Tosh villagers have opened up homes for home stay with basic facilities and there is always a room to stay. Of course, in such scenic surroundings one tries to choose a place to stay with a view and so we did.

As I ventured out in the village in the morning hours I found  facets of life those are unimaginable in city environments. First of all, there was pleasantry and simplicity in the air, which is a rarity in a city these days.

A small boy hanging out on the grill of his home’s balcony was a picture of inquisitiveness and innocence.

 The Village School looked like a neatly wrapped textbook.

Signboards often reflect the educational level of the place and its marketing skills. But, who cares for English and presentation when all you want is good wholesome food in an inhospitable terrain.

With this bounty of Nature unfolded before me, my poetic sensibilities came to fore and I started looking for the “solitary Highland Lass”, as written by William Wordsworth

The Solitary Reaper 

“Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chant
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;—
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more. “
Such were the great poets of the times, whose poetry finds no equal still today in beauty and sensitivity.
I found a mother and child, who agreed to let me photograph her and in the background I saw a painting on the wall of her hut, which had the mother Goddess sitting above a lotus flower and the letters; “The Heavens declare the glory of God”. Yes, that is the faith with which they live in such an area where food for the day is the primary thought and not ambition.
A small girl suddenly came out of the precincts of her home to the common tap. She opened it, but there was no water. So she gave it a tiny thump with her small fist, put her lips to the edge and drank the little sip that came. It was a scene that could make William Wordsworth cry and celebrate in immortal poesy.
I couldn’t resist the tears in my eyes. So much for development and bombastic speeches!
Ahead a trio of boys played cricket without a pitch.  It was amazing that cricket could be the fancy of boys here in Tosh too. Thanks be to the cricket craze furthered by TV and Leagues like IPL. But, this cricket was without rules or a ground. All it meant was that you hit the ball and make runs. That is all the matters in life and the boys were learning pretty early.
During my interview for the Civil Service examination, the last question lobbed at me by the Chairman of the Board was: “So, Mr. Silas, what do you understand by the phrase- “It’s not cricket”.
I had replied instantly: “It’s not fair”.
What is fair and what is not, today I cannot say, having passed through many phases in life of being cheated, betrayed, and made a fool of, by the ones you trusted the most!
Smoke bellowed from a water heating contraption fired by wood in front of a hut.
There was a closed village temple. A beautiful structure built in wood and carved in Himachali style, it appealed as a prominent building in the small village square. I read a signboard “Do not touch”.  On inquiry I was informed that it is run by “Devtas” (spirits) and they had left yesterday, to return back after two and half months!
Time to lift up the gaze back to the mountains and remember the Psalm 121:

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.”

This is perhaps the faith which sustains people and life, here and everywhere!

I was face to face with faith!

It was cold and head and ears had to be well covered. Lunch was at a Cafe which served hot Dal and Cauliflower vegetable, which we ate more than we normally did. When the cold is biting you from everywhere, hot food is more than welcome!

It was time to relax and forget there was a worry in the world. People say that foreign tourists come here for the hash. World’s best hash is grown nearby in Malana.

Evening fell and what was a rocky mountain turned into gold! Such was the effect of awesome Nature!

My friend was brave enough to sit in the balcony  during the night for some time and watch the stars. He found the night sky so romantic and clear, the stars nearer.

The flora at Tosh is Himalayan Blue Poppy, Iris, Marigold, Primulas, Buttercups and Balsam. They say you can once in a while see a brown or black bear. The rest of the sky is ruled by Lamagiers, Bull Finches and Rose Finches.

Next morning it was time to go ahead like travellers usually do  and leave the visited place like a happy memory in the minds eye.

The shepherd dog will keep the watch and count the sheep! So must all tales be told and lived by others who follow in your footsteps!

Distance: New Delhi to Toas by road 560 km; Route: Delhi-Ambala-Surendranagar- Roopnagar-Kasol-Barshana- Manikaran-Tosh.

Trek: Tosh to Kheerganga

 

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