My Hindi Poetry : Translation.

आज की कविता
अभाव
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चेतना में देह, देह में चेतना  है प्रतिबिंबित यह,
चेतना-प्रतिबिंब में पुनः फिर, देह का प्रतिबिंब,
देह के उस प्रतिबिंब में, प्राण के हैं पवन-झोंके,
पवन-झोंके उठाते हैं अस्मिता की तरंगें जो,
उत्पन्न करते आभासी निरंतरता अस्मि की,
अस्मि बनता और मिटता जन्म देता काल को,
काल पल या युगों सा, केवल कल्पित अस्तित्व,
विचारों की आँधियाँ, विचारों के चक्रवात,
पवन-झोंके प्राण के परस्पर करते आघात,
विचारों के वर्तुल में विचारक का केन्द्र जो,
एक कल्पित वह विचार, सातत्य देता अस्मि को,
अस्मि जो अनुमान है, अस्मि जो अलगाव है,
चेतना की अखंडता में एक कृत्रिम भाव है ।
पुनः उठता पुनः गिरता पुनः मिटता पुनः खोता,
पर न पाता स्वयं को वह क्योंकि वह अभाव है ।
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In Consciousness appears the body,
In this reflected consciousness then,
Appears the reflected image of the body.
In this reflected image move breezes,
Of that airs that is called the vital-breath.
Breezes that give rise to the waves of 'me',
The false sense that is called ego.
An apparent continuity of that 'me'.
The 'me' that causes the sense of  'Time'.
The time though a moment or of eons,
Is but a tiny thread of fancy, -imagination,
Wind-storms, cyclones of thought-waves,
Vital airs keep on hitting the shores,
At the center of the cyclone stands,
The eye of the storm unwavering,
And Lo! is the thinker born there!
Thinker who is but a thought,
Transitory like all such others.
But this transitory thought keeps,
The idea of the 'me' intact.
'Me' that is but in an idea,
'Me' that is but in isolation,
And is but the artificial sense of 'I',
Keeps on rising, keeps on falling,
Keeps standing up and dissolving,
When one goes to see and grasp,
Could only find, it is non-existent.
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