बूंद

हर लम्हा,
हर घड़ी,
वक्त के साथ,
हम बहते चले जाते है।

कभी किसी झील,
कभी कोई नीली नदी,
और कभी एक वृहद्‍ समुन्द्र में,
हम समा जाते है ।

कोई इस बूंद से न पूछे कभी,
की इसे जाना कहाँ है,
मान लेते है सब इसे भी भीड़ में चलना है,
और पाना यह जहान है।

फिर एक दिन एक प्यारी परी ने उस बहती नदी के किनारे,
इस बूंद को अपने हथेलियों पर उठाया,
और मेरी इस भागती जिंदगी में,
एक गहर ठहराव आया।

आज जब कोई पूछें मुझे -
"हे बंधु, तुम्हे जाना कहाँ है!",
सच तोह यह है की ख़ुशी जहाँ हो,
मुझे जाना वहाँ है।

उस खुशी कि खोज में,
मैं गहरे समंदर में समां गया,
ख़ुशी मिली न मुझे,
और अंधकार छा गया।

तब उस परी की यादों ने मुझको संभाला,
मांगी थी थोड़ी सी ख़ुशी,
मगर तेरी एक मुस्कराहट में,
सारा जहान मैंने पाया।

My Butterfly

My Butterfly,
I remember the day,
You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated,
Appeared out of thin air, apparently.

My Butterfly,
You laughed, and whispered in my ear,
'I picked you out,
And just floated down,
And landed on your shoulder.'

My Butterfly,
You are beautiful and graceful,
Varied and enchanting, small but approachable.
You are my little miss sunshine,
Leading me to the sunny side of life.

My Butterfly,
With you, I floated,
Through the wonders of the world.
I wish we could share the joy we found,
With everyone living on earth.

My Butterfly,
I gifted you, fractal flowers and plasma trees.
And now I present you a beautiful meadow,
Where you can sip the nectar of life,
From the sunflowers, violets and white lilies.

My Butterfly,
Sometimes I stumble,
I fall, and you tumble alongside.
But, I promise you, I'll rise, and pick you up,
And protect you my entire life.

My Butterfly,
You taught me love and happiness,
Goes where it pleases, pleases wherever it goes.
When pursued, is beyond the grasp,
But if we sit still, might alight upon us.

My Butterfly,
Now your wings are strong, you can soar high.
I'll be lying on the grass, waiting, wondering,
My life would have been incomplete,
Without you, my love, my butterfly.

- Ankit M.

Life is a Mandelbrot

Mandelbrot Set

# Takneek 2010
# Written for competition - Science Meets Poetry [ 2nd Runners Up :-) ]

Life is not so simple and plain ,

So i’ll take help of the complex plane.

With the domain having its edges fixed,

Doesn’t our timeline also has a limit ?

Iterating each point on this very plane ,

Some points vanish and some escape ;

But there are few points stubborn enough ,

Who continue to circle around and say that the iteration is not enough.

They depict the problems which we face in our lives ,

Some vanish , some grow and some with which we compromise.

Fill some colour to this fractal array and see,

The beauty comparable to daughters of Eve.

Life is not pale, my dear,

The diversity and colour surely gives us a reason to cheer.

Still our Soul is just like a sailing boat,

Travelling endlessly on the never-ending borderline of Mandelbrot.

Triathlon

#written 18-12-2011

I set my foot on the sandy beach,

Nervous coz i was just a novice; 

It was then I first saw her,

The one who took my breath away;

Her mesmerizing beauty, 

I couldn't understand; 

There she was - The woman of my dreams,

A sight I couldn't believe.

Her eyes, captured in my mental pic,

And hair smoother than silk.

My words couldn't describe her

The angel, my eyes had never before seen.

The trumpet blew ,the race began

Swiftly left the shore as fast as I can

Suddenly I was hit by the waves

All hopes lost as there was no escape

Eyelids closed, I was lost in this abyss

But there was someone waiting,

So I didn't quit.

Cycling race was soon to begin 

The day was beautiful and i knew exactly where i was heading! 

Down the lane and across the valley, 

I biked with full spirit.

The day was mine, I was miles ahead,

But fate, my dear , had other plans ,

I Stumbled, I fell, I remounted my bike,  

And silently crossed the finishing line ..

Final day had set in,

I entered the stadium packed to brim

And I saw her standing silent and still.

she neva looked at me, but I, I could feel,

I was still in love with her, in love with her, indeed.

Soon there was a bang and race began,

She was smiling, cheering,

And amazing she looked in her white hat,

I ran in full spirit overtaking as many as i can 

The final lap and there she was , 

Standing waiting for me with spread hands

I sprinted , crossed the line ,

Embraced her with a whole hearted smile, 

I lost the race ,still, nothing else I had wanted in my life.

Let others cheer the winning man, 

There's one I hold worth while;

It is he who does the best he can, 

Then loses with a smile!