A woman’s world

By Sunita Rajiv

Let me live and let me grow,

Give me a chance and I will show,

Whatever is done here by a man,

Is possible for me too! Yes ! I can.

God made man and had a thought better,

A draft is made before the final letter.

Woman was created to bring all the love,

To harmonize and heal, she’s pure as dove.

She binds all together and works for all,

The chores are endless and days are small.

She cooks and feeds and loves and cares,

Caters to all needs, her heart she bares.

Her sons and daughters, she shields with elan

For their bright future, readies her plans.

She toils and tires and still feels content

You can win her with love; with force she won’t bend.

She scales the Himalayas and measures the space,

Bachendris and Kalpanas, keep a quick pace.

With the changing times, she takes new roles

society still sees her as human no more!

The Nirbhayas all die and don’t live long.

Don’t think us to be toys, and listen to this song,

Let us just live and let us just grow,

Give us a chance and we will then show,

Whatever is done here by any man,

We can do it too, YES! we can

We can do it too ! yes , we can!

1^stMay 2013

है लाज़मी क्यों , दर्द हो 

दिल में , तभी कोई लौ जगे ?

है लाज़मी क्यों पीढ़ से 

ही सुर  बजे , सरगम सजे ?

है शर्त क्यों रचना कि ये 

कि जन्म लेगा जीव तब ,

जननी का तन विदीर्ण हो 

और वेदना से तपे वो जब ?

हर सृष्टि को क्यों  चाहिए 

इक गर्भ , दुःख का घट  हो जो ?

हर कविता को क्यों चाहिए 

कवि  हृदय , आहत हो जो ?

सुख में कलम उठती नहीं ,

 दुःख में कलम रुकती नहीं 

है लाज़मी क्यों शब्दों में 

हर टीस  का क्रंदन सजे ?

है लाज़मी क्यों , दर्द हो 

दिल में , तभी कोई लौ जगे ?

है लाज़मी क्यों पीढ़ से 

ही सुर  बजे , सरगम सजे ?

31.5.11

चाहे अफ़सोस करें चाहे उदासी ओढें
सभी लम्हों ने मिल के साज़िश की है
आँखों की गहेराइयो में भी दुःख है कहीं
और इक इंसान ने फिर ख्वाहिश की है ?

यादों का क्या है , आज है कल नहीं,
कोई सूरज है की रोज़ चमकेंगी ?
फिर गिरेगी हालातों की बिजली ,
यादों की क्या बिसात , कितना दम लेंगी ?

धीरे धीरे कहीं कुछ घुलता है क्यों?
ना चाह के भी कोई छलता है क्यों?
कहीं तो होगा मेरे भरोसे का किनार ,
दिल दरिया सा फिर मचलता है क्यों?

THE  REALITY

Today I understand ,

That I am nothing more

 Than just a grain of sand!

The multitude of souls

Those live between two poles

Have just a bubble’s life.

Oh! Why then all this strife?

One wrinkle in His brow

‘It’s amazing to see how all  

Lives are turned into a joke!

And to think every day we invoke.

The Gods to be on our side?

All rituals we perform

All laws we do abide!

His will prevails in the skies

His will prevails in the land!

Today I understand,

That I am nothing more

than just a grain of sand!

--S.R.

THE URGE …..

The craving to live on

Fiercely grips my mind

And I can see my evening

For I can’t feign to be blind!

The world will have to have me

Whether it wills or not

The genes have worked silently

New life they have brought.

Still I want to breathe on

And breathe through words of mine

These words will be my ‘Taj’

They will in new moon shine.

For many have been razed,

And razed to the grains of sand,

for many have been defaced

Defaced by the Time’s cruel hands.

The sand grains slip and fall

And fall with passing speed

Still I will rise above

And live, so pay me heed.

These words shall  lure the lorn

And lorn shall know solitude

My words will brave the Death

With tremendous fortitude.

The singing of the lark

The swaying of the wind

Will carry and embark

My message they will sing.

Some day some soul will sing

And sing a sonorous song

The words will be immortal

The melody will live quite long

That day will I then smile

And smile with a happy heart

My soul will float a mile  

before it’s new life starts.

—S.R.26/5/13

TO KRISHNA

Just so big is your chaos

So little are my efforts

In this ocean of suffering

So fragile are our oars.

You want us to be righteous,

You want us to be true.

Then why you send us troubles

With each day that is new?

Man is becoming a beast

who lusts like one possessed

A beast that knows just needs

And leaves others oppressed.

 Then where are you my Krishna!

Once Draupadi  you had saved

Why can’t you hear the cries

Of Nirbhayas crushed and raped?

What are you waiting for Krishna?

What keeps you away from action?

Weren’t you the one who told Partha

Act ! delve in no depression!

We are waiting for your chakra,

We are waiting for your mace,

We are waiting for your justice

With our patience ,do keep pace.

Let not all daughters of India

Lose faith and feel orphaned

Give them the divinity of Durga

Let them be more strengthened.

Don’t wait any more O Krishna!

It’s time to right the wrongs

Reply to all our questions

 And answer our true calls  !

and answer our true calls!

A WORKING WOMAN

Pasted smiles, on painted faces

Expressions controlled, without any traces

Of all the tsunamis stored in her heart

 That’s  a working woman, active and smart.

The babies in cradle tucked away with nannies,

The sons in the creches, daughters with grannies,

Files and folders adorn their brains,

The work clouds and thunders, assignments just rain.

Still with her phone, she holds on to strings

Of lunches and the dinners and missed out springs.

The husbands and bosses have to be kept pleased,

The angst just builds up, not to be released.

The heart is sliced in two, to leave the home behind

The bills and ego Titans, turn her just blind.

The dilemma of being, a woman in this world

Brings her to forked roads, the choices are unfurled.

Because she crossed the threshold, she bears all the pains

The losses can be counted, unlimited are the gains.

So once again she dons, a brave ‘n’shaky smile,

Once again she walks, those tiresome miles.

Endurance and grit give her nourishment

What if life itself, seems a punishment!

The wrinkles shy away, and the will prevails

The indomitable spirit shines and hails.

Pasted smiles, on those painted faces

Expressions controlled, without any traces

Of all the tsunamis stored in the heart

 that’s  a working woman, active and smart.