परदेसी नदी

 इस अनजान शहर में 

ये नदी ही है साथ मेरे 

दूर देश से आती है 

दूर देश को जाती है 

इस शहर से गुजरती हुई

मुझको कुछ सुकून दे जाती है 

परदेस में परदेसी नदी 

मुझको अपनी सी लगती है 

शायद क्योंकि मेरी तरह ही 

ये कहीं नहीं ठहरती है

इसकी लहरों जैसे ही 

रहता मेरा मन भी बेकल 

सबको लगती ये अपनों सी

इसे मिलता नहीं अपनापन 

यात्रा हम दोनों की है  एक-सी 

लगता है जैसे - 

बेफिक्र से बहते हम दोनों समय के संग 

बस अंतर इतना ही है 

भूत, वर्तमान और भविष्य में 

यह एक साथ है रह पाती 

और मैं इस त्रिकोण का 

 गणित  नहीं समझ  पाती l

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Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts......

 I am dying within

I am crying within

day by day

It's becoming difficult for me to smile.

I am lost in thoughts

all the time

and also worried -

where am I going to land 

would I go mad

or would I simply die

or murdered?

A physical death, of course,

as I am already mentally corroded.

It's an invasion of thoughts,

an explosion of thoughts.

They surge ahead to engulf me

and I drown most of the times

I fight back

and resurface.

Every time, each time 

a new, decrepit me emerges

different from the older self.

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The Void Within

 The void within can be filled 

with neither food nor water.

I want to talk to someone

who would listen to me 

unconditionally, endlessly-

my daily chores, my problems,

the ordinary and the extraordinary.

I don't see Light

I don't enjoy Life

but still

I want to live on

in the hope to meet you someday.

At the end of it all

After I have done 

all the penances.

The void within can be filled 

0nly with you by my side.

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A letter to God

 

GOD

God! 

This world has changed

A lot

Since the day 

you made it.

You made nature

and humans came with it.

You made processes

And techniques came with it.

As Inquisitive individuals

Humans have left all animals behind.

they are more than them

they are the social animals.

Capable of thinking and doing 

forever new things

They made kind of 

small gods out of themselves.

Who could to some extent

Control almost everything

but you-

You are incredible.

You show your presence

hither and thither

sometimes

out of nowhere.

You make humans realise

The Ultimate Truth

YOU ARE 

the creator after all of 

Everything in and around them.

You still play upon their lives

in the form of destiny.

YOU ARE 

still in control.

For it is only YOU

Who can provide solace 

Who can lift us up 

from everything mundane.

-Jyotsna Prabhakar  

(Published in PRE'VOYANCE)

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Rich Gods, Poor Gods

 

Rich Gods, Poor Gods

Gods have become rich 

now-a-days

They dwell in magnanimous structures

Shine in glittering attires.

There is a smile on the idol's face

That more or less seems to be a smirk

With gold and silver all around

They are covered with currency garlands

The flowers around lend an intoxicating smell.

And in those surroundings

They seem to be born with

Silver spoons in their mouth

Big temples, big gods!

I wonder

Are these gods the same

who dwell under banyan trees,

in chowks

and on hills

with only their flags visible

Who knows

if it is a temple at all.

After all

The human race 

has gone a step further

God created humans

humans created class

and they have now

classified the Gods as well!

-Jyotsna Prabhakar

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अनचाही बेटी

 हाँ माना 

बेटी हूँ अनचाही 

पर हूँ तो तुम्हारी 

तुम्हारे ही गर्भ से जन्म लिया 

हाँ माना 

कर्णधार था कोई विदेशी

रचा जिसने मुझे तलवार सा 

काटने को बांटने को 

उस भारत को 

जो विश्व अपार था 

" कैसे इस संस्कृति को नष्ट कर दूँ? "

उसके सम्मुख यह प्रश्न विचार था 

हाँ उसने ही स्थापित किया था मुझको 

पर मेरी रगों में रक्त तुम्हारा है 

मुझ नवजात को संभाला तुमने 

विदेशी बोली की छोटी, सौतेली 

बहन बना कर पाला तुमने 

सशक्त किया मेरे जीवन को

महादेवी और निराला ने 

हो गयी हूँ अब 75 बरस की 

क्या अब घर से निकालोगे ?

क्या मेरे आभाव में बिना विघ्न के

नव संस्कृति को संभालोगे ? 

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Renouncing

 You have it, so you renounce it.

I don't have it, so I long for it.

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As I lose friends

 As I lose friends 

I lose faith in medicine 

As I lose family 

I lose faith in God

As I lose home 

I lose faith in politics 

As I gain a helping in the middle of nowhere 

My faith is restored, 

No, not in medicine, god or politics 

It just dawns again and again 

One single value to cherish is humanity 

Being human 

Feeling human 

Behaving human 

Even to the stranger 

In all other branches of education 

I am losing faith constantly

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Nariyal Burfi: Ein Indisches Nachtisch

 Nariyal Burfi: Ein Indisches Nachtisch                        

Kokonuss Barfi

Zutaten:

Milchpulver-                       1 tasse / 140 grams

Getrocknet Kokonuss-      1 tasse/ 80 grams

Zücker- 3/4 tasse / 130 grams

Milch- 3/4 tasse

Grüner Kardamom- 7-8

Pistazien- 10-12

Ungesalzen Butter- 1/4 tasse / 55 gram

Zubereitung:

1. Pudern Sie das abgezogene Grüner Kardamom

2. Schnitt Pistazien in klein Stücke

Methode:

1. Schmelzen Sie die Butter in einem Wok. Halte die Hitze niedrig.

2. Milch hinzufügen.

3. Milchpulver langsam einrühren. Hitze abstellen

4. Mischen Sie es gut in einer glatten Paste.

5. Schalte die Hitze ein

6. Zücker hinzufügen.

7. Halte die Hitze niedrig.

8. Getrocknet Kokonuss, Grüner Kardamom hinzufügen.

9. Rühre weiter

10. Wenn die mischung dicker wird, entfernen Sie sie von der Hitze

11. Eine Form leicht mit klarer Butter einfetten.

12. Die Mischung in die Form geben.

13. Mit Spatel glatter

14. Mit Pistazien dekorieren

15. Eine Stunde einwirken lassen

16. Schnitt in klein Stücke.

18. Genieβen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

हार

 हार कर निशब्द हो जाना

ये तो जीत की राह नहीं 

चलते हुए गिरना 

गिर कर उठना

ऐसी ही जीवन की चाल सही

हार कर निशब्द हो जाना

ये तो जीत की राह नहीं I

अजीब सा है मनुष्य जीवन 

मन में सपने , सपनों में मन

भाग्य से लड़कर  

हर सपना, जल्दी पूरा करने की इच्छा 

हर इच्छा, पूरी करने का सपना  

कभी जीत कर ,कभी हार कर

रोटी , कपड़ा , मकान जुटाकर 

कभी अपनों से उम्मीद भुलाकर 

पथ पर बढ़ना-

पथ छोड़ना व्यवहार नहीं 

हार कर निशब्द हो जाना

ये तो जीत की राह नहीं I

कृष्ण को आदर्श बना 

समभाव से जीयें जीवन को 

कर्म करें फल की इच्छा छोड़कर 

कर्म को ही छोड़ना-

ये तो कोई बात नहीं 

हार कर निशब्द हो जाना

ये तो जीत की राह नहीं I

लड़ते हुए जीयें ,

जीते हुए लड़ें ,

मृत्यु को जीवन भेंट कर देना -

ये तो विधाता का मान नहीं 

हार कर निशब्द हो जाना

ये तो जीत की राह नहीं I

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Matter of availability

 It's a matter of availability-

all this writing,

this recording of

spontaneous thought.

Thoughts are available

Twenty-four cross seven

In this busy schedule

Attending  meetings

Washing

Cooking

Packing tiffins

And much more.

 It's a matter of availability...

of time to find

a page and a pencil

at the right time

in the moment of catharsis

in the moment of light,

When life glows 

With words shining like pearls.