कुछ खोयी हुईं कवितायेँ......

Some things happen in life unexpectedly. And what happened today is really out of the blue. The day after tomorrow ( 9 Dec., 2008 ) is my cousin sister's engagement. So my uncle and his family is in the town visiting us. And my father's maternal uncle Govinda Okhade (Govinda kaka for us) and his wife have also come. At night when the we were having a party, I recited some of the "rubaayi" from Madhushala - a collection of immortal "rubaayian" by legendary
Dr. Harivanshrai Bacchan. It was after this event something interesting happened. Govinda kaka recited some hindi poems of his elder brother Prabhakar Okhade.


Prabhakar Okhade - as the folklore goes in our khaandaan - was an intelligent man. A man, who lost his mental balance due to some unknown reasons. But despite that he was a great poet. He used to make my grandfather write those poems. Where those papers are gone is not known. LOST probabely. But I just thought of putting whatever Govinda kaka, my father Vinayak Sheode, my uncle Srinivas Sheode were remembering on this blog so that atleast these are not lost. We also called my other uncles - Dileep Golwalkar (Raipur) and Pradeep Golwalkar (Guna) who were also remembering some poems. So here is that collection of the genuine soul called Prabhakar Okhade. In fact Govinda kaka says that had he lived more and been mentally stable he would have achieved the same status as the greats like Nirala, Ramdhari Singh Dinkar, Sumitranandan Pant, and Makhanlal Chaturvedi.
Poem 1
इस निशीत की नीरवता में मृतक सा यह संसार
शाम अंबर का कफ़न ओढ़ कर बेशुध पड़ा बेलाचार
कुछ तारे गण उसका कर रहे बिघडा श्रृंगार
कौन कह रहा कौन सुन रहा बंद अभी प्राची का द्वार
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Poem 2
स्वर्ग मैं जा कर विधाता से कहूँगा पैर पड़कर
अब किसी को भेजना मत तुम कवि बनाकर
मैं हलाहल पी रहा हूँ जगत को पियूष दे कर
जिंदगी में तिमिर छाया यद्यपि है नाम प्रभाकर
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Poem 3
दुग्ध सी ढुलका कर धार
धरा में करने रजत प्रसार
अवनी टला पर आई इस बार
जगाने किस निष्ठुर का प्यार
अरी ओ चन्द्रकिरण सुकुमार
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Poem 3 : People are not remembering this completely. So whatever they have remembered I am putting it here.

एक पल अपलक द्रवों से
विश्व की आँखें चुरा कर
कह रहा है मन देख ले तू वोह सुछावी मद मस्त हो कर
ह्रदय में अंकित उसे कर विजन में फ़िर कभी आनंद लेने
अवकाश पा कर

(तव दंत पंक्ति दलिम दल कहता हैं यौवन का पागल पण
कैसा था यामिनी का महा मिलन)
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Poem 4
चित्त चातक हे घनश्याम
तुम्हारा दर्शन कर अभिराम
पा गया मन मयूर विश्राम

Prabhakar Olkhade