Tuesday, 26 November 2013

An ode to 26/11/2008

 The day 26 November 2008 still lingers. On this day Mumbai (financial capital of India) was attacked by Pakistan based and supported terror organisations. Approx 164 were dead and 308 wounded. Resilience shown by Indian para-military forces and citizens was remarkable.

AN ODE TO 26/11/2008

I salute those
massacred at CST
martyred at TAJ
felled in the line of duty
facing military type attack
composure retained
inspite of barbaric brutality.

I salute
the brave commoner
saving lives, though horrified
the fire-fighter, the bravery personified
local policemen, who dared to fight back
seeking to pay back
the nanny who saved the child
when at Chabad,
terrorists had gone wild.

I salute
a widow watching her dreams shattered
“ India should survive,” she thought
“that is what most mattered.”

I salute
the day 26/11
withstanding the carnage
when everyone jumped in 
to limit the damage.

I salute
the never die spirit of Mumbaites
for resistance shown
making every effort to comfort
known or unknown.

Giving befitting reply to
sinister designs of Pakistan
India has always survived
because my country is known as
Bharat i.e Hindustan.
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

Thursday, 21 November 2013

हॉस्पिटल !

हॉस्पिटल !

बेपन्हा कष्टों और दुखों को देखा है मैंने
हस्पतालों में आसरा लेते हुए
लाचारी की भी हिम्मत देखी है मैंने
निराशाओं से टक्कर लेते हुए
आंसन नहीं रोगियों की मनोबल को समझना
जिन्दगी को भी देखा है मैंने
मौत के चंगुल से निकलते हुए.

एक नई दुनिया है यह , अपने में हर दर्द समेटे हुए
आशा निराशा में हर कोई त्रिशंकु बने हुए
जो जीत जाये यहाँबस वह मुस्कुरा देता है
जो I गया ,वह मौत को दुआ देता है.
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/मन  की तरंग/2012/त्रिभवन कौल

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

My poems in e-mag

Quite happy to have my three poems selected and published in the third issue of e-magazine FRAGRANCE. Click current issue of the link below. Thanks dear friends.


Tuesday, 19 November 2013

A True Lover

A True Lover
I love you
I love you too
says every Mr. A, B and C
to every Ms. E, F and G.

Significance.....few know
Substance........a few care
Semblance ......the few realize

Love is killed at alter of love
an eagle mulls killing a dove.

Acronym of love bares it all
L.....for  lust
O.....for orgasm
V.....for virility
E.....for ecstasy
Any one absent heralds showdown
whites, wheatish, yellows or browns

Affection, concern, longings
caring and sharing
passengers of backseat
bodily attributes only subjects, 
left to treat.

I forbid self to say 
I love you
I rather prefer to say
I miss you.....I miss you
If I truly love you.
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Note : What is True Love ? It will always remain debatable.

Friday, 15 November 2013

खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में

खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में
गुरुओं के द्वार पर, गीता कुरान में
मंदिर की घंटियों में, मस्जिद अज़ान में
जा जा के जिसे ढूंडा जीज़स के मकान में
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में...............

मिला तू मुझे पंडित की दुकान में
ऊंचे पर्वतों स्थित तीर्थ स्थान में
फूलों से भी पूछा भौरों की जुबान में
बाज़ार में मिला , ना ही शमशान में
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में...............

झुलसाता रहा मैं ज़िस्म को रेगिस्तान में
शायद मिले तू कंही किसी नखलिस्तान में
तम्मना थी मेरी बस, तुझसे जा मिलूं
रात दिन एक किये अंधी तूफ़ान मैं.
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में.................

झोपड़ियाँ छान मारी, छान मारे बंगले
दर दर भटकता रहा, साधुओं का संग ले
ना मिला मुझे कंही, ज़मीन आसमान में
जंगल में ना पाया, ना मूर्ति चटान में
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में................

पता लगा मुझे तेरा. जब होश मैं खोने लगा
पास था मेरे हमेशा, ज्ञान यह होने लगा
इंसान का ही रूप धर, इंसानियत में बसा है तू
तू करम, प्यार, सेवा में, आभास यह होने लगा.
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में.................

करना क्षमा तू जो भी है,पहचान सका मैं तुझे
मांगता हूँ बस यही कि एक जन्म और दे
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं सारे संसार में
रहा हमेशा मेरे संग आचार में विचार में
खोजता रहा जिसे मैं, वेदों पुराण में..................
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/ त्रिभवन कौल

Monday, 11 November 2013

Sachin, the Gladiator

In honour of Sachin Tendulkar

Cricket may retire from the God
God of cricket will never retire.  

On the occasion of Sachin’s last and 200th test on 14-11-2013 at Mumbai  I dug out a poem written on 05-09-2010 at 23.30 hrs about India- Australia cricket match which India had lost by just 3 runs chasing 351. Sachin had made magnificent 175.


Standing alone,
a alone warrior, a gladiator
pained, anguished and dejected
helplessly watching
his herculean effort go in waste
one after another his team mates
crumbled like nine pins, in haste
fathom not his own agony in the din.

He stood alone to salvage
the honour, the prestige
almost did the impossible
making up for other’s sins.

The hush itself was in hush
he fell , short of victory
he proved his mastery in the field
yet the fate was sealed.

God never fails
Humans fail HIM
Conditions get created
So no one can blame HIM

Sachin reamins the best 
engraved in minds
everywhere in the world
east or west.

All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

Tuesday, 5 November 2013


Reena closed the door behind her. Crossing the drawing room, she threw her purse and shopping bags on the sofa, loosening her hair, crossed the bed and straight away went into the attached washroom. She came out as fresh as morning dawn with nothing on but a bathing towel. Humming she threw the towel and stood before the dressing mirror watching her entire body from head to toe. “ Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all,” chanting a childhood rhyme, she smiled and slid into the inner wear making her more voluptuous. She was about to put on the red gown when the shrill voice of the door bell made her wear the gown in a hurry while going to open the door. She opened the door and to her consternation, he stood before him smiling.
 She blinked twice and thrice. Inspite of being surprise personified, she wanted to hug him but resisted the temptation as every minute details of some years spent with him in a live-in relationship flashed before her eyes like lightening. Before she could gather herself, her gown malfunctioned and she had no choice but to run inside blushing. A broad mischievous smile appeared on Aakash’s face. He slowly took steps to get inside the drawing room.
After half an hour both, Aakash and Reena were sitting at café coffee day chatting and digging the old memories when Reena abruptly asked, “ Aakash, what are you doing in Mumbai.?”
“Work” He replied gazing her face constantly measuring the effect of time on her.
“ Yours own or same somebody else’s work ,” she asked with inherent sarcascism.
“ My own,” he muttered rather unconvincingly.
“So you have set up your own business, at last,” though Reena sounded uninterested but her wide expressive eyes betrayed her inquisitiveness.
“ I am…ah ..was  in escort business. I used to handle escorts and provide escorts to rich and famous.” Aakash replied sipping coffee. It was clear that he was unsure of himself whether to divulge details about his present occupation or not.
“ Used to….and what makes you to meet me? I am sure you will not want me to escort someone rich and famous.” Her tone was again sarcastic .
Aakash became serious. He took the hand of Reena in his own and said, “I am sorry for everything, Reena.  I was a looser and I am a looser. I have lost everything and now I am at the brink of last ……….”. Reena interrupted him abruptly.
“How come ? Where is that wealthy women…what was her name…yeah..Roshini Mamm. As soon as you became an escort to her, you just left me rather threw me out as a fly in your soup.” Her face was reddened with anger while controlling herself.
“You have changed Reena,” he tried to pat her hand but she withdrew it.
“Am I ? You bet. But don’t change the topic. I want clarifications now.” She made him look like a culprit.
“ I realized  that leaving you was a blunder,” his voice started trembling. He folded his both hands, “will you forgive and forget everything ? I again seek your acceptance, Reena, please. For the sake of those years spent together. ” Aakash begged like a begger at a cross road and perhaps this wasn’t enough for Reena.
“ Accha ! what happened to that bitch….did she threw you out or you had had enough of her?”
“ She ditched me. I lost everything, my health and my wealth. Reena, please I want to come back to you..” Aakash wanted to reach to her face and she immediately jerked his hands away resenting his move. Her patience had been tested and somewhere something snapped in her. She got up, threw a hundred rupee note on the table  and  dashed to the exist leading to a park. Aakash followed her when she abruptly stopped, turned and shouted, “ you b******. You took away everything from me. My reputation, my honour, my family, my love and left me in  lurch. Now when you are nobody, you seek my forgiveness and want to come back to me.”
Aakash stood still. He had no courage to face her. He again pleaded, “please Reena, I am ready to repent. Absence of yours in my life is telling. I was misguided by Roshini. She and her friends exploited me.”
“And you exploited me. You know you have ruined my life. You want to repent. What can you do now?” Astonishingly Reena became a lamb from tigress. She started sobbing. Watching her sob, Aakash was happy that he had broken the ice.
“ I shall do everything for you. Just take me back for the sake of those two years we spent together.” Aakash was now hopeful of homecoming.
“ Can you cure my AIDS ?” her sobbing turned to muffed crying. Stunned Aakash withdrew his hand from hers as if thousands of scorpions had stung him.
“ You too…..! AIDS ?” he almost shouted.
“ Yes, AIDS and you f*****you gave me that…..you b****** I was infected by you…you son of a *****.” She became hysterical catching his collar.
Words betrayed Aakash. His face became grim. His mind started working overtime. Was she then responsible for his own acquired medical condition which has almost reached to a critical stage? Did she use to betray his faith when they were in live- in relationship ? His hopeful face lost its sheen as if someone had taken away the cake from the mouth of a hungry dog. The silence was deafening.
Reena broke the silence, “ would you like to come back to me now, be with me and share my remaining life with this physically acquired ailment?” She came at a kissing distance to him. Aakash immediately backed off. He stood motionless for some time but his brain was working fast.

The word revenge was taking shape in his mind.

“Han….ah…no…can’t…You know I have to reach back. I have a job to do,” he managed to say, “ I am sorry, see you later. Take care.” He rushed to cross the road and hailing an auto drove away.

 Reena laughed loudly. Revenge was on her mind too
That night she again stood before the mirror after bathing when her mobile rang.
“Hello.” She said watching her body in the mirror.
“Did you tell Aakash that you have AIDS and that you got the AIDS from him.” Other side her cousin Richa sounded curious.
“Yes” Reena replied.
“But why tell a lie. You had undergone the necessary tests when he left you and those were all negative. You could have put him off by simply shooing him off.”
“Because I never wanted that b****** anywhere near me in my life again. This is my way of taking revenge on him. I want him to suffer now. Simple thought of having AIDS acquired from me will make him sleepless.”
“But Reena, Aakash has AIDS ! He has AIDS. Critical stage.” Richa informed her. Reena switched of the phone and threw herself on the bed. “ So that is why he wanted to come back to me after acquiring this deadly disease. Escort duty. My foot. Serves him right.” saying so she fell asleep. After a long time she had a sound sleep.
Next day Aakash was found dead hanging from the tree in the park near Reena’s housing society. A note in his pocket read, “ Reena is responsible for my death.”
Law then took its own course.
------------------------------------------------------------------------All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul