पो फटी

पो फटी
कलियाँ चटकी
भ्रमरों के गुंजन स्वर महके
डाल डाल पर पंची कहके
गों रामभाई
मंदिर से घंटा ध्वनि आई
शंखनाद भी दिया सुनाई
मंद समीरण के झोंको ने आ थपकाया
प्रकृति ने कितने ही स्वर से मुझे जगाया
लेकिन मेरी नींद न टूटी
किन्तु फ़ोन की एक घंटी से मैं जग बैठा
कितना भौतिक
मुझको है धिक्

व्यथा कथा

व्यथा कथा - 1

सपनो के कपडे ,सब के सब सिल गए
और बची रह गयी ,कतरन सी यादें
इन्ही चिंदियों की ,गुदड़ी को ओड ओड
करता हू प्रयास,बचने की ठिठुरन से
मैं एकाकीपन की

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व्यथा कथा - 2

पौधों को सींच सींच
रीत गए सब कूएँ
सागर में जल भरते
सूख गयीं सरिताएं
सूरज की ऊष्मा से
जाने कब उमड़ेंगे
घुमड़ घुमड़ घने मेघ
फिर से जल बरसाने

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व्यथा कथा - 3

समय की हांडी में
पाक गया सब कुछ
सबने मिल बाँट लिया
बची रह गयी बस
हांडी की कोने में थोड़ी सी खुरचन
चाहत है बस यही, ऐसा कुछ बन जाए
मेरी यह हांडी फिर से
द्रौपदी के अक्षय पात्र की तरह
लबालब भर जाए

व्यथा कथा

सपनो के कपडे ,सब के सब सिल गए
और बची रह गयी ,कतरन सी यादें
इन्ही चिंदियों की ,गुदड़ी को ओड ओड
करता हू प्रयास,बचने की ठिठुरन से
मैं एकाकीपन की

कौन कहता है की हम बूढ़े हुए हैं

आँख में इतने अनुभव बस गए हैं इसलिए कुछ धुंधलका सा छा गया है.
बाल में यूँ चांदनी बिखरी हुई है ज्यों तिमिर छट कर उजेला आ गया है.
बदन पर ये झुर्रियों के साल नहीं हैं ये कथाएँ हमारे संघर्ष की हैं.
खाई ठोकर, गिरे, संभले फिर बढे, यही गाथा हमारे उत्कर्ष की है.
हम झुके थे तुम्हें ऊंचा उठाने को इसलिए ये कमर थोड़ी झुक गयी है.
चाहते थे हमसे भी आगे बढ़ो तुम इसलिए ये गति थोड़ी रुक गयी है.
अगर ढलने लग गए तो क्या हुआ, चमकते हैं आज भी, आफ़ताब हैं.
कौन कहता है की हम बूढ़े हुए हैं, आज भी हम जवानो के बाप हैं.

Budhapa

Here is one of the most recent poems by Shri Mdan Mohan Baheti ``Ghotoo". He writes as he feels. Just enjoy the old age with him.

बुढापा

क्या बतायें हाल कैसा हो गया है

उम्र का यह काल कैसा हो गया है

गाल थे फूले चिपकने लग गये हैं

झुर्रियों के झुन्ड दिखने लगे हैं

आइने में अक्स धुन्धला हो गया है

स्याह था जो शीश उजला हो गया है

तनी रहती थी कमर अब झुक गई है

चाल की भी गति कुछ रुक गई है

ओज वाणी का जरा हकला गया है

कोष स्म्रती का जरा धुन्धला गया है

नीन्द को भी अब उचटना आ गया है

रात भर करवट बदलना आ गया है

उदर की भी जो क्षुधा कम हो गयी है

लालसा की ललक मध्यम हो गई है

जोश तन का आज सुस्ताने लगा है

जो खिला था फुल कुम्हालाने लगा है

मोह के बदले विरक्ति आ गई है

भोग छूटे आज भक्ति आ गई है

छोड़ संग अपने पराये हो गए हैं

दूर हमसे अपने साये हो गए हैं

थे कभी तूफ़ान बेबस हो गए हैं

पूर्णिमा से घट असमान हो गए हैं

जिन्दगी जंजाल जैसी हो गई है

ढोलकी बैताल जैसी हो गई है

माज़रा हड़ताल जैसा हो गया है

उम्र का ये काल कैसा हो गया है

English translation is mine. I am not a poet. Perhaps some poet can frame it in a little better poetic style. Help me!

Old Age

What can I say How am I

How this age is now calling for time

cheeks which used to be blown are now dent

bunches of wrinkles are visible

In the mirror face looks a little dim

head used to be dark colored but now looks white

waist used to be straight but has now started bending

speed of walking has reduced a little

the vehemence of voice has now some stammering

the dictionary of memory is a little hazy

the sleep now gets disturbed easily

shaking from one side to the other for whole night is now common

hunger in the stomach has reduced

ordours of desires are now milder

ebullition of body today is slack

blossoming flower has now started searing

affection is being replaced by detachment

desires are being replaced by devotion

loved ones are keeping a distance

even shadows have now moved far away

one who was storm has now become tamed

full moon has got reduced to just a sky

life has now become dragging net

drum has become the one used by ghost

whole activity has become like that on strike

what has happened to this era of age

Ghotooji-An Intro

Shri Madan Mohan Baheti “Ghotoo”- a born poet

by an admirer from Mumbai

March 7, 2010

I am fortunate to have enjoyed Hindi poetries of Shri Madan Mohan Baheti "Ghotto" , from my childhood. He is an Engineer and an industrialist by profession, a graduate from Institute of Technology (now called Indian Institute of Technology) at Varanasi, India. But poetry, playing with words twisting them, Hindi words with occasional mix of English words is his basic instinct. Ghotoo is his pet name, he uses as a sort of signature on his poetries.

pun/fun at the same time subtle philosophical points
Just sitting with you almost at any instant some word he will twist in such a manner that it will no longer look as before but whole meaning is carried with the new one and you will automatically laugh at it. The pun, satire what ever you may call his such twistings, they are just sweet fun which give a hearty laugh. Rarely I have seen him making fun at the expense of any body else. He is a born sweet poet. So his poetries are based on his own experiences of life put in an entertaining pleasing "laughy" manner. At the same time you can see deep philosophical point he makes.

He writes in Hindi so his poetry, pun, jokes philosophies are quite a bit very Hindi like -very Indian. But I am sure others can enjoy them too. Let me give here two such examples.

He is now perhaps around 68. He must have been writing from his childhood. But I heard him first time when I was about 14 years old. He was just finishing engineering then. A teenager who loved any thing young, old, nature or machine and converted it into poetry. I was among first listeners to some of his poetries and enjoyed it very much. It did help me in the long run to shape up my ideas, philosophies, enjoyments of life and fun behind even serious matters like science, politics, family. He was writing at that time a series of poetries on "कलयुग के दशावतार" (Ten Avatar of current era Kalayug).

Yuga and Avatar in Indian Mythology
In Hindu Cosmology, life in the universe is created and destroyed once every 4.1 to 8.2 billion years. There are 4 such epochs or eras. Each of these eras or epochs is called a Yuga. The cycle of these 4 yugas continues eternally. New one starts when the another ends and so on. These 4 yugas are called "sat yuga" (era of truth), Treta Yuga, Dwapara Yuga and finally Kalayuga. The current era is that of Kalayuga. It has started about 5000 years back. It is supposed to be yuga in which people just enjoy life and are not so much dedicated towards truth, god etc. They are just lost in physical pleasures. But this is also era in which mythological gods are very generous. They will be pleased by very simple things like you just remember them with your full heart in it. Then they may help you. Avatars are reincarnations of gods who come to earth in some form (not necessarily human form), to help human beings in any era. For more details on yugas see wikipedia site

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuga

Now generally Avatars in recent eras have been sort of reincarnation of  devatas ( exact word in english for devata is not so clear, one can use perhaps gods) in human forms. For example the well known trinity Shiva (the destroyer), Vishnu (the creator), Brahma (the ruler) are devatas. The devatas Rama and Krishna (who preached the well known book Geeta) are avatars of Vishnu. Some people also consider Buddha as an Avatar of Vishnu in the current era. But Ghotoo imagined in these poetries that Avatars of this Kalayuga -the era of physical pleausres are very different.

Avatars according to Ghotoo
They are बिजली (electricity), फैशन (fashion), सिनेमा (movies), नेता (leaders), सहकारिता (cooperative movement) etc. He wrote poetries on each of them. The pun, mythological touch, fun included in this imagination is quite unique to Madan. It describes his style quite a bit. In those school years, I won several times prizes, applauds in my school by reciting his poetries. Here is another one of his instant pun- an old one.

Path to life and Path to stairs
One day during my school days my younger sister was pleading with Madan Mohan, "You have taken my brother for the movie जीने की राह ( jeene ki rah -Path to life). Why you left me. Take me also for the same movie." Now in Hindi if you just twist the word जीने (jeene ) a little bit to जिने (jine), the meaning changes from life to stairs. Right opportunity for Ghotoo. He took hand of my sister and said, "Okey I will show you jine ki rah (path to stairs)", and just took her towards जिने (stairs).
Let me end this intro of him with one of his couplet which I like very much. We are creating this blog  for his poetries, where I and some others will put some his poetries in Hindi and their translations in English ( We need some poet for giving poetical color to English one) -may be some body will come along after seeing these poetries).

A couplet by Shri Madan Mohan Baheti "Ghotoo"

ज्ञान एक सबून है.


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