Monday 28 September 2015





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A travel on the city streets of India to connect with the people and their life to get rhythm of poetry and love.
This book consists of Love, Travel, Philosophy, Social, Religion, Humanity, Poetry, and Politics and with many other features the writer is trying to formulate streets in a book. The main ambition of this book is to point out those negative human psychologies, old and rusted customs or belief and various in humanitarian acts present in this society and community that are easily visible in streets. As an act of authentication each chapter will be acting as each bar of that iron gate of coming 30th century where for such kind of deeds and acts against poor and suppressed there will be no entry.
The elements of this book are from writes personal experience during his travel in the streets of Bhopal, situated in central part of India. In the upcoming volumes of An Ink Fruit he will be discussing about streets of Mumbai.



Hari Das is an Indian street writer. He is well known for his poetry's especially street poetry's. He as a poet and writer is writing for the coming next 30th century. He wants his work to act as a closed gate for all those in humanitarian acts against human life so that at least coming generation can be free from the curse we are facing today. For this purpose he believes street is the best place where he can work because all the negativity's present in this world can be easily traced from here. In this way his Book An Ink Fruit - Streets (Bhopal) is his first project he completed. For his next project he is there in Mumbai Streets now Streets (Mumbai). 

Sunday 14 December 2014


लेख 

मै हर उस सुब्बा से डरता हुँ ।
जो कहता है  ।
तुम्हारा समय समाप्त हो चूका है ।
अब इस जगह तुम्हारे लिया कुछ बाकि नहीं ।
जो पाना था पालिया ।
जो देखना था देख लिया ।
अब चलो ।
आगे कोई और तुम्हारा इंतज़ार कर रहा है ।
चलो ।
मेरा  दिल टूट गया ।
मेरा  लोग मुज से छूट गये ।
मेरी  जगह भी मुज से चीन गयी ।
अब क्या बाकि है ।
अब क्या जीना है ।
सब खत्म हो गया ।
फिर मेरे अंदर से एक आवाज आती ।
और कहती ।
ये  लोग नश्वर है ।
भूल जायगे तुजे ।
ये जगह भी नश्वर है।
एक दिन छोड़ना ही हे तुजे  ।
तू भी नश्वर है ।
एक दिन मरना हे तुजे ।
पर अभी तू  जिन्दा हे  ।
तुजे आगे बढ़ना हे ।
इन लोगो को ।
इस जगह को ।
तुजे लिखना हे ।
लिखना हे ।
जीवित करना है ।
अपने लिया ।
अपने यादो के लिया ।
आने वाले समय के लिया ।
तुजे लिखना हे ।
लिखना है ।

बाबू लाल कहते हे। …… 


Wednesday 3 December 2014

udtha hua parinda dakha kahi
tha vo khavab pucha kabhi
hasta hasta bolu ma hu yaha
kha kha dhunda mujma kha




chup ha chup ha mara rahana vala ........ azadi kazi labz bhi aza


papa apna kuch pasa manga mujsa .....par ya kuch pasa mari azadi kahti ha ....ma apko dana bhut kuch chahta hu par mara pas kuch nahi .......mari zindagi hi azi ha sirf lana ki apsa mana kitna pasa liya par mara pas kuch nahi ha dana ka liya muja maf karna ......


ham to ji gaya irado sa
tum kasa jiyoga nagmo sa
sholo sa
bhano sa
ha galti ki ha
jamana sa
apna ap sa
samjaya tha mat kar
par kiya isahar
jo kuch nahi tha
bas ak majak
ha

har  pal lagta ha mara
isa dusra kasa la ja sakta ha
ky kiya ha mana
ky kiya ha
ky chup rahna galat
ha
kvab mara din ka ha
shabd mara man ka ha
likh na mara hat ka
phir ya jivan ky chiz ha....



nay akhayal aya
chalta hu kai dur
na aya mara phicha koi or
akala kuch yad karna chahta hu
gusra zamana ko
ana vala kal ko
aj ko
jo kabhi mara tha hi nahi
bagh raha hu kahi dur
kab tak
or kasa


dar lagta ha is awaj sa
jo kabhi chaha tha
najar chura li ha mana
ma majak hu
ak ishar ka
ma nuksan hu samay ka
jiska rang phika ha...

rona nahi ha zindagi ma
asu ko chupa lo
ya ha darpan
logo ki nazaro ka
chupa lo
chamak na do
un asuo ko

kahi jana ha dor
safara ha thikha thikha
nazar ha phika phika


mara har minute guzar raha ha azadi ki or chaha anchaha kahi phuch raha hu galat ha ya sahi ha ya muja nahi pata ya akhri vakth mara gusra hua pal ka nam

guza raha ha pal azadi ka nam
guzar raha ha pal azadi ka nam
mara alla is bari mari naaya par lagva do
dua ha dujsa.....

aya tha ak parinda udta udta lagaya kuch idhar udhar sa mana jana sab kuch par na jan paya muja koi kuch



in akho na tuja dakh liya
vo intasar ab khatam hogayi

ab bari ha in ashko ki
bhna da jara itminansa
safal ho gayi zindagi

Monday 24 November 2014

दूजां 

ये हात का पत्ता दुजा हे 
तेज का पत्ता पान है । 

ये दिल कोयले का खान हे
जल चुका आलिशान  है । 

मै चलता फिरता खाई हु 
गिर चूका अभिमान हूँ  

काला बन्दर कहता हे 
मेरी  तीन अदा निराली है ।

कोई छत पर देख के आऔ 
पतंग कही भारि हे 

कट गयी वो डोर  अपनी 
उड़ गई दौर कही 
पकड़ के लाओ ख़ोज के लाओ 
अपनी अपनी 
मेहनत 
करते जाओ । 
करते जाओ । 

                                                                                                    बाबू लाल .. ……… कहते है ।