There were 3 of us at one time - though (one of us not there anymore)... but we grew together,
and I grew with them...
I still remember the date - July 8, '70 - when we three met - by some quirk of fate -for the first time in Colvin College, Lucknow
For me that meeting became a long journey - a sort of journey to self-discovery in which we provided images to each other to chase/challenge/explore/...to find
...as we discovered our evolving selves...
This was poem, which in some ways blended with Siddhartha (the movie and the book), which I was growing up with then...
प्रेम का चंचल पवन
सुखमय सुवासित
और कुछ मदमत्त सा,
था चल पड़ा
पीड़ित उरों की टोह लेने के लिए|
देखे हमारे दो नयन
थे मूक, थे दयनीय
प्रेम छलक रहा था अथाह
उस मूक वाणी में कथा
वे
सब व्यथा की कह गए |
...सुन चल दिया तन
कुछ तुच्छ सा, कुछ हीन सा
समझा, स्वयं को रो पड़ा |
"आ, छाओं में कर ले शयन |"
कैसी मधुर आवाज़!
...मैं बढ़ता गया
कुछ सोच कर फिर
पाँव मेरे रुक गए,
उलटी दिशा में मुड़ चला |
[ps: not mine obviously (but written by one of us 3 who still is around...]
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बहुत ही सुंदर रचना है !
hey uncle
its heart touching...
not only this specifically, but every word u spell, juct throws magic...
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