Feelings/ एहसास

Everyone in this universe
has a different view and mindset
digestible to one or not,
the same can’t be controlled
but our feelings too want
to join the issues,
but citing public shame
or importance of relationships,
we abruptly silence them
by swallowing bitter words
locking the tongue
or by closing doors of the heart,
tears may or may not flow
out of the eyes,
but motion of emotions gets stuck
in some corner of the heart,
and a dialogue starts within
between the heart and the mind
over the heart’s distress signals…

Then the mind starts speaking 
by hand gesture,
or finger and foot movements,
with a hoarse voice
with creases on the forehead
with insomnia or hypersomnia
with headache and migraine,
and if the matter still not resolved
the undigested fibers
start blocking the mind
that sends the stress signals
to all the organs,
resulting in gas and burning
in the intestines,
liver, kidney and heart ailments, malfunctioning of other organs,
and gradually the whole body
gets engulfed by the fire,
the whole body starts speaking
moving from semicolon to full stop…

Well before you reach the semicolon
stop yourself
take a deep breath
and express your feelings
in your own words,
with pen or brush,
with your art
with your song and dance
or by laughing at yourself all alone
while walking in the quiet alleys,
by talking to friends and kids
or to your animals or plants and trees,
and if nothing else,
just by writing your poetry, story
and agony or whatever you like
on your blog…


–Kaushal Kishore

एहसास


लगाम नही लग सकती बातों पर इस दुनिया में सबके अपने विचार हैं अपने दृष्टिकोण
कुछ पचती हैं कुछ नहीं,
अपनी भावनाएं भी बोलना चाहती हैं,
लेकिन लोक लज्जा
या रिश्ते की दुहाई देते हुए
कई बार हम खामोश कर देते हैं उन्हें,
कड़वी बातों को निगल कर,
अपनी जुबान पर ताला लगा कर,
दिल के दरवाज़े को बंद कर,
आंखों से आंसू निकले या न निकले,
भावनाएं रुक जाती हैं दिल के किसी कोने में,
लेकिन भीतर संवाद शुरू हो जाता है
दिल और दिमाग़ के बीच,
दिल के डिस्ट्रेस सिग्नल पर…

फिर दिमाग बोलने लगता है,
हाथों के इशारे से,
उंगलियों की गतिविधियों से,
पैरों की हरकतों से,
रुंधी हुई आवाज से,
माथे पर तनी हुई लकीरों और सलवटों से,
अनिद्रा या अतिनिद्रा से,
सिर दर्द और माइग्रेन से,
मामला फिर भी नहीं सुलझा,
तो अपाच्य रेशे अवरुद्ध करने लगते हैं उसे,
तो वह भेजता है डिस्ट्रेस सिग्नल
सारे अंगों को,
आंतों में गैस और जलन,
जिगर, गुर्दा, दिल और अन्य अंगों में त्रास,
और धीरे धीरे बीमार हो जाता है पूरा शरीर,
अर्ध विराम से पूर्ण विराम की ओर…

अर्ध विराम से पहले ही रोक लो खुद को
अपनी भावनाओं को बहा कर
अपनी वाणी से या अपनी कलम से,
अपनी कला से,
अपने गाने से या पैरों के थिरकन से,
शांत गलियों में टहलते हुए खुद पर हंस कर,
दोस्तों और बच्चों से बात कर,
जानवरों और पेड़ पौधों से बात कर,
और कुछ नही तो अपने ब्लॉग पर
अपनी कविता, कथा या व्यथा लिखकर…


कौशल किशोर

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42 Comments

  1. I have, as usual, some different suggestions, Kaushal. There is the mantra “stiff upper lip” and another, “never complain, never explain, and never apologise”, a bit harsh but saves a lot of problems. As to exchanging secrets, the best method would be to dig a hole in the ground, beach preferably, and confine the secret to the hole; that way it will remain your secret. Not letting “all hung out”, will definitely save one’s liver and heart at least, not to mention one’s reputation.

    Joanna

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    1. Thank you so much, Joanna for this thoughtful comment. Your suggestions are certainly different and a bit unique too, like digging hole. These can be added to the list. As I said, difference of opinions should always be there. I prefer to seek apology and feel light instead of carrying it like a baggage in my heart. There should be an outlet even if it’s a hole. I had read once a couplet in Hindi in the chamber of a cardiologist that means, “if you open your heart with friends, you would not have to open your heart with implements.”

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  2. I could be your case study, KK. I suffer from so many ailments it truly isn’t funny. I talk to my therapist (when she has an opening 🙄), my sister, my friends, my dogs, and most importantly to God. If more people knew what was on my mind, they would think I am a nut job. Since my husband died, grief has taken over. I’m hoping this year with me turning 50 and him being gone three years will help. Please, say a prayer for me. Thank you.

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    1. I’m happy that you talk to so many people. That’s the best way to vent feelings. You have rightly hoped that the efflux of three years may help, as time is stated to be the best healer. I hope and pray that things will normalise soon for you, Susan, and yes, you are always in my prayers.

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