Saturday, 29 November 2014

Mind of a divorcee

A divorce for an Indian women makes her an emotional wreck yet due to emerging women empowerment, she tries to stand again to face the world and rise like phoenix.

Mind of a Divorcee
Realising not everything well
there was nothing more to dwell
marriage was on rocks
was put into docks.

World crumbled
sudden breakup
bolt from the blue
why it happened
didn’t have a clue.

leaving me in lurch
pulling the carpet under the legs
Oh God ! Did you see ?
Why me ?  Why me ?

Thought of putting the light out of self
Wasn’t easy,
though hurt and angry
Only questions and no real answers
Explanations could not pacify me

In the thick of break up
Slowed down a bit
Forced to reflect
Struggled initially
But thought of phoenix like rise
putting the past, to my  behind
adversities  making
wise and more wise.

May meet some one
sensitive and sane
lovely and grounded
caring  with feelings
allowing me
to smile again.
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

* Phoenix is a magic bird that lives for several hundred years before burning itself and then being born again from its ashes.

Friday, 28 November 2014

हर परिस्थिती का सामना (har Prasithiti ka saamna )

हर परिस्थिती का सामना करना तुम सीख लो

हर लगी चोट पर मलहम लगाना तुम सीख लो

मात्र घबरा के पहुंचना हताशा के छोर पर

जीवन को शर्तों पर अपनी जीना तुम सीख लो

har prasthiti kaa saamna karna tum seekh lo

har lagi chot pr malham lagaana tum seekh lo

maatr gabra ke n pahunchna hataasha ke kagaar pr

jeevan ko sharton pr apni jeena tum seekh lo

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित त्रिभवन कौल

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

हास्य मुक्तक

हास्य मुक्तक
बरसों बाद दर पर मेरे जो आयी.........................क्या फ़ायदा ?
मुंह में आंत नहीं, पेट मैं दांत नहीं ...................क्या फ़ायदा ?
चाहा था जब तुम्हे, तुम भागी थी शौहर के संग
अब मुस्कुरा, जख्मो पर नमक लगाने से...........क्या फ़ायदा ?

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

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

Sunday, 23 November 2014

कन्धे तो मिले बहुत रोने के लिए

कन्धे तो मिले बहुत रोने के लिए
कुछ देर रुके और फिर चलते बने
किन्तु नहीं मिला ऐसा कोई हमदम
हम कहते रहें और वे सुनते रहें.

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/ त्रिभवन कौल

Nano Poetry

Rain drop on rose petal
A tear on orphan’s pale face
One appears beautiful, other screams.
Street dog and abandoned child
on pavement  
sharing piece of rotten bread
making mockery of humane humanity.
Some die, some get injured
People come to help readily in hordes
All valuables are found missing.
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

KASHMIR : a fire within

Kashmir: a fire within

Kashmir of our dreams
remains only a dream
subconscious playing games
it seems,
like a jigsaw puzzle
with no real solution in sight
feeling like a wandering kite
some materialize in reality
some not
our Kashmir dream has not
that is a pity.

Politics overriding our feelings
our leaders
wavering & dithering in dealings
none to blame but ourselves
we lost our own bearings.

Fanaticizing, not our cup of tea
route to violence abhorred
sacrificial lineage
never inherited such stuff
road to our dream seems always rough
walking through the serpentine roads
talks, discussions, elocutions of no use
ship drifting on slipped moorings
predicament continues.

When we lose
we lose
winner takes it all
but they won’t take our consciousness
supreme and tall.

Let saviour
be our language
guiding force be our cultural heritage
the legacy of our ancestral knowledge.

Under the trail of
those mutilated bodies and seething anger
keeping alive that spark in ashes
rise we shall like phoenix
for those at helm
to shudder.

Let us build  Kashmir of our dreams
wherever we are
whenever we can
we lost one
let us create ten.

All rights reserved/Children of Lost Gods/Tribhawan Kaul

मछली रानी मछली रानी

मछली रानी मछली रानी

मछली रानी मछली रानी
बड़ी अनोखी तेरी कहानी
पानी के अंदर तू रहती
सर्दी गर्मी सब कुछ तू सहती
उछल उछल कर बाहर आती
तब तू ऑक्सीजन को पाती
रंग बिरंगी लगती प्यारी
मछली रानी मछली रानी.

छोटी छोटी ऑंखें तेरी
छोटे छोटे पंख
कितने सुंदर कितने प्यारे
तेरे रंग बिरंगे अंग
दाना चारा पल में खाती
कीड़ों पर भी तू निर्वाह करती
बड़ी मनोहर बड़ी सयानी
बड़ी अनोखी तेरी कहानी
मछली रानी मछली रानी
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/बाल गीतिका/2013 त्रिभुवन कौल

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

So the suspense is over

So suspense over. Had sent two poems written for children aged 5-7 to children mag 'Magic Pot'. in Oct 14. I received the following response today. Poems too are appended. Today at 11:19 AM
Thank you for sending two poem for Magic Pot. 

However, we regret to inform that the poems have not been selected by our editorial committee for publication. 
Hope you would take this in the right spirit and we do look forward to receiving more of your writings. 

With warm regards 

And here are the two poems.

Two poems for children

Drink water 
Which is pure 
It is healthy 
That is sure. 
Waste not water 
It is life 
Harvest it 
Sustains life. 
Wasting water 
Is no no 
Preserve water 
Wise say so 
Water is elixir 
Flushing toxins 
Nutrient carrier 
Water has been 
Drink water 
3 liters a day 
It is living 
In healthy way 
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul 
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
It gives me oxygen 
Just for free. 
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
In my colony 
provides greenery. 
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
Lets plant one 
It is a necessity 
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
Earth now looks 
Beautiful & lively 
I have a friend 
Its name is tree 
Rains make it 
Green and flowery 
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul 

Friday, 7 November 2014

In the solitude of night

In the solitude of night
I adore the rise of moon
and the stars shining bright
bringing me your remembrance
in the solitude of night.

Moonlight seems flowery spread on earth
merging in the sea
river quenching its thirst
waves exulting in expectations
rejoice and swoon
under the moon & moonlight
when I remember you
in the solitude of night.

Decked with flowers
lass on a swing
like a cuckoo ,
she then sings
and shehnai* being played far off, echoing.

Hoping to meet her beloved,
she blossoms like a flower of mustard
song of separation makes love deep
her love erupts when separation seeps
all bringing me your remembrance
in the solitude of night
under the moonlight.

Putting me in trance
resonance of your voice
watching me in this state
you glow and rejoice
casting a spell, who deserts me at dawn
remembrance comes again then
under the moonlight
in the solitude of night.

I adore the rise of moon
and the stars shining bright
bringing me your remembrance
in the solitude of night.
All rights reserved/Children of Lost Gods/Tribhawan Kaul

 * an Indian musical instrument

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Khawabon kee duniya mein

Khawabon kee duniya mein, ek baar janyen to hazoor
Zindgi jee jaate hain bina bandishon ke, aur bharpoor.

ख्वाबों की दुनिया में , एक बार जाए तो हज़ूर
ज़िंदगी जी जाते हैं बिना बंदिशों के, और भरपूर
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल

Gar hum bhi halak mein do daal liye hote
Kabhi ke hum bhi Ghalib ban gaye hote
गर हम भी हलक में दो डाल लिए होते
कभी के हम भी ग़ालिब बन गए होते

सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित/त्रिभवन कौल