Surprise, ages from now...

I don't have speech,
Right Now
I don't have speech,
But the day
I will speak,
the day all that is
inside me, will find
the flowing stream
of words,
May it be
after many lives,
people, and what
to say of people,
not only people,
but birds, and yes,
animals,
and even stones,
and rivers, and trees,
all will say,
what we thought of this
poor poet, Manu,
who would have thought
that it will be the most
beautiful song,
ever that he is singing.
They will be surprised
to see, what was
inside me....

© Manan sheel.

When Rainbow Took the form of a Girl...

It is cloudy, and it is raining abundantly,

It is rare, when the sun shines at such a time,

At the meeting of light and water drops,

Light breaks open into what was contained inside it,

Light, on this occasion dances and performs a show,

A show of joy, a show of colors, for all to behold,

Thus, is a rainbow formed, it forms when light,

enjoys and is grateful for the earth, where it could shower its love…

On one such rare occasion,

The rainbow took the form of a girl,

There was never such a moment before,

The Gods in their heaven were surprised,

But it was decided to keep things confidential,

And let the earth see the loveliness of her themselves,

She, the girl whom the rainbow became,

Was filled with love and light, and beauty and radiance,

And anyone who set an eye upon her, was filled with the

Love of light, her garments were made of the seven

Colors, and there were mirrors of stars shining on them.

She came and sat under a tree,

The flowers and animals near the tree felt her presence,

And were delighted in that, with her purity.

It was time for her to return, for a rainbow is short lived,

And so is a girl’s time on earth, whom the rainbow became.

She went away, and took with her all the goodness from the earth, and everything good about the people on earth,

She witnessed the people happy and loving, good and kind,

She didn’t see the lies in the hearts of the people, she didn’t see their corruption, for she herself was pure and innocent.

And as a great poet has said, “The sunlight that dances on the flowers of a tree, doesn’t know that man can lie.”

The man is still busy with his lies...

© Manan sheel.

Poets look softly

Poets look softly,
Their stare is subtle,
These two eyes of a poet,
they take in delights,
borne out of the love
in their look,
Then, this look,
sees the good that is
prevalent, the good
which is a proof
of God. Eyes look,
and the poet's
heart mingles
with what the
eyes see....



© Manan sheel.

नन्ही सी एक पगडण्डी...

पहले, मेरे मन की कुछ खूबी थी,
जब उसने प्रेम का ज्वार नहीं जाना था,
तब उस पर न डालते थे कोई असर,
संसार के मेघ,
संसार के मैले पानी में वह कमल था,
पर ऐसा कमल जिसे न पता था अपनी सुगंध
और सुंदरता का, काव्यरहित था वह,
प्रेम आया, तो काव्य आया, सुंदरता आयी,
भूल गया फिर वह अपने को ही,
मीठे मीठे से सपने में लिप्त,
बेहोश होकर चलने लगा, और गिरा जब,
तब सोचा उसने, कुछ तो गलत है,
हाँ, कुछ तो गलत है,
यह प्रेम जो काव्य से भरपूर है,
यह भी पूरा नहीं है,
यह कमल की आकाँक्षा तो करता है,
पर कमल की इसमें कोई विशेषता नहीं है,
फिर खोजा, तो पाया के दो खाई हैं,
एक सपनों की, एक तर्क की,
और नन्ही सी एक पगडण्डी है,
उस पर चलना ही जीवन
की लय में रहना है,
मिठास में भी,
और यथार्थ में भी...


© मनन शील। 

Wonderful and Unbelievable!!!

Oh! How wonderful it is,
That one wave of love
melts in its melody
all that is bitter and ugly!!

How unbelievable,
that mountains of hatred
melt with a drop
of love!!

© Manan sheel.

दो दुनिया..

एक दुनिया है,
जो समय के आगे झुकती है,
जो गिनती है, घुटती है समय में,
उस दुनिया के पास बहुत समय है,
पर फिर भी समय के आगे उसे
झुकना पड़ता है,
इसलिए अकेली प्रेम में मुक्त
नहीं होती वो...

फिर एक दुनिया है,
जो समय को तो देख कर उसका
मजाक उड़ाती है,
एक क्षण में ही सदियाँ जी लेती है,
बहुत मीठी है,
पर बस इतनी ही है,
मिठास और पागलपन, और ज़िन्दगी,
और मौत, सब को लिपटा हुआ
देखती है...

यदि मैं एक वैज्ञानिक और एक कवि
दोनों हो सकूँ, तो मैं पहली दुनिया के
समय में दूसरी दुनिया का असीम
डाल सकता हूँ,
कोशिश है बड़ी, दुस्साहस है,
होगा पर ये होगा,
और फिर सब खिल जायेगा...


© मनन शील।