Rohit Sharma

As silence crept upon the darkening hills As the birds lay meek over their nests, with no zests As the sky went energy less, dark & as moon remained nowhere under the rescue, I lighted my tiny lamp on the cue The hilltop is plain Owls and deer are my only friends Alone I live in my wooden hut My hut, lonely hut, no traceable humans nearby Oh December... I need more woods to heat up myself, To fight cold The small lake nearby is freezing bold As silent crept upon the darkening hills I sit across the manual fire like some ills And I quietly watch the contrasting energies Of heat and cold synergies Such is their interaction, Of space, crucial is their connection As they advocate life on earth… Earth, our lovely earth How much have you suffered? In time, I lost in thoughts Of life and death Oh December… I need more woods to heat up myself, To fight cold The small lake nearby is freezing bold

Late night,  Late December Late my train,  So I sat,  Shivering in cold Few people on the platform, Even the food-stalls were closing... I preferred sitting in open, On steel welded-caged chairs Under no roof but shining stars,  And few flying clouds Shoe were tied, Woolen jacket was up till neck Both hands,  Joined and contracted between the legs When I saw a poor man, Adjusting the torn out woolen blanket to cover his legs I removed “Coldplay” from ears, when The man waved something And it passed deaf Said, he again, “Could you hear the whistling sound of cold wind?” “Yup”, I replied “I like it”, the old man happily murmured, and And lied down gazing the vast, vast sky Soon my shivering went away… After awhile, My train arrived

बादलों के साये थे धार थी, बूँद-बूँद मिल कर बहती हुई घर के धरवाजे की चौखट के तले लाल मिट्टी का निखार छप छप करते लोग... अपनी छोटी बहन के साथ वही सहमे से बैठे हुए थे पानी, और वो भी आसमान से गिर रहा? वाह और फिर ये शांत रहने वाले बादलों का तेजी से गर्जन करना छोटी आँखों से धरती डूबने का भय था वो रेत के ढेर में जो घर बनाया था वह भी तो भर गया था वर्षा जो काम हुई अंदर से भाग के कागज़ ले आया बना दी कागज़ की छोटी सी कश्ती और छोड़ दी धार में दादाजी बैठे थे खिड़की से सटकर गुनगुना रहे थे कुछ कई दिन हो गए उनसे मिले हुए... खेलते खेलते दो बार कपडे भिगा डाले माँ ने तो पीट ही दिया था दूसरी बार क्या था, बच के भाग दिए भाईसाहब, अब तो वाशिंग मशीन का ज़माना है

सरकती हुई शाम, अँधेरे की बाहों में  झुलझता हुआ ये मेरा दुखी मन  थकी थकी सी आँखें  पलकें उठाकर, घूरता रहा मै,  बड़ी देर तक  बेबस सा  डूबते सूरज की ओर  चाहता था की शाम बनी रहे  ऐसे ही  ऐसे ही ये कसमकस कायम रहे  ऐसे ही, आँखों से बता रहा था जाते सूरज को मना रहा था  रुक जा थोड़ा, ऐसे ही   वो भी थका थका था  कम दमक रहा था  ये लालिमा आसमान में  अभी उतरी नहीं है  पूरी तरह से मन में  और फिर  अभी वक़्त ही कितना हुआ है  तो क्या की सर्दी आ गयी  थोड़ा ठहर जा, मेरे लिए  कोहरे की चादर भी आ रही, तुम्हारे जाते जाते  कब रात ने आसमान ओढ़ लिया  कब तुम धीरे धीरे सरक गए पहाड़ों के पीछे  चाँद को भेजकर अपनी कमी पूरी कर रहे हो? हां ये तुम्हारी ही रौशनी है  मालुम है मुझे।  

“Carry on with it”, he replied The measure to curb pollution was ignored. The cracker’s celebration or noise pollution At other side, the chanting of “OM” Later is blissful, We tend to forgo While dwelling in former   Immediate effect Its December & No winter, Not foggy white morning, but Smoky clouds No damn winter… Yeah, they are all meeting in Paris Paris, the beauty Mega buildings, high ambitions   S till, the guy threw polythene in the clean highway I saw him, Walking bent head, running fingers on digital screen He was condemning the govt. on social media For things he was part of, The polythene flew to the road side   They say, the scientists, Air is not okay to breath By the way, nuclear plants are building up, Near the sea shores, Where once people used to sit and watch waves Now the area is “Restricted for entry”   It’s not healthy there, Some leak happened…   I say, Hey duck! “It’s time to act”

“Lazy exciting days Those calmness-es beneath the shadows of the trees Dirt & muddy clothes never minded, While lying on the yellow ground, On back… head rested on bent hands Meek voice, deep breath, A resonating mind, Moisture and green playing around Little things matter more then, Happiness was not costly along I loved those days, I love those days Fool and good old those days Away from media, MEDIA And all prejudices, else’s opinions Talking with animals Singing with the birds Long time hangings, With physical beings, Loving ones, near you”- If I would have had such a world I wonder, then What would be I craving about? I would have not get all by it But craved for more, and more & no seen end around … Deprived of true purpose… Deprived of true love… Deprived of true happiness Media fillin’up minds around I guess all I need is to calm down ... Hey duck Let's rest in peace