दिल की बातें, सीधे से

Recently, I was reading Gitanjali. The collection of poems by Ravindra nath Tagore - That won him and India the first Nobel Prize and Only in Literature. I always wanted to know what was there that got attention of the most prestigious award ceremony known to world. That too from somebody across the globe, what is this all about after all. The book - I bought from the book store in Calcutta. My hometown and the only place I lived for 1st 20 years of my life. I bought 2 copies - other i presented to my sister. I doubt if she ever read it. Well I started reading it - its small book - some 100 pages that’s all. I read the poems and I re-read them and then I read them again. It’s like unfolding mystery. All the poems some in simple words from the heart of a simple man and directed to masses - in honor of the super power, the eternity. The poem that touched me most was about poet writing how he likes to give sweets to the child to see his face lit. And then realizes how and where the fruits...

Kyu, khoye khoye chaand ki firak me - talash me udaas hai dil? kyu, apne aap se khafa khafa jara-hara sa naraj hai dil?

Kyu, khoye khoye chaand ki firak me - talash me udaas hai dil? kyu, apne aap se khafa khafa jara-hara sa naraj hai dil?

Ekbaar fir Lagta hai jaise raaste tham se gaye hain. Rok kar maine is nadee ko bandhne ko gher dala. dosh isme man ka hai mere. Jo harik pal - ek naya hai. bhul hi jata hai pagla kal ko isne kya tha thaana. Ek din aur ye naya din. fir bhi mujhko lagta hai ab tho. Mere pagal man ki adat ab mujeh bhi lag gayi hai. todkar bandhan ko saare. har ghadee naye bandhan ki hi talash hai - fir kyu? isiliye lagta hai sabkuch. Mere man ki hera feri. Dekhte hain - kal kya hogaa.