YAAD AATE HO... / याद आते हो.....

Yun hi ek jhonka guzar jata hai
tum yaad aate ho
yun hi almari se kuch girta hai
tum yaad aate ho

yadein chhupi hai jabin ki shiknon mein
yadein chhupi hain chehre ki silwaton mein
kuch aate hue palon mein
kuch jate hue palon mein
tum yaad aate ho

kabhi baraste hue mausam mein
kabhi pareshan karti umas mein
jab hoti hai sarsarahat patton ki
ya hote ho, bas inch bhar door hi
tum yaad aate ho...............

............... यूँ ही एक झोंका गुज़र जाता है
तुम याद आते हो
यूँ ही अलमारी से कुछ गिरता है
तुम याद आते हो


यादें छुपी हैं जबीं की शिकनों में
कभी बरसते हुए मौसम में
यादें छुपी हैं चेहरे की सिलवटों में
कुछ आते हुए पलों में
कुछ जाते हुए पलों में
तुम याद आते हो

कभी परेशान करती उमस में
जब होती है सरसराहट पत्तों  की
या होते हो, बस इंच भर दूर ही
तुम याद आते हो.

PIC COURTESY- ANWESHAN BOSE

Fursat Ke Raat Din: WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.....

Fursat Ke Raat Din: WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.....

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.....

Throw challenges at me,
throw nastiness at me,
I know, when it rains, it pours,
I'll merge them with my daily chores.
Life, for a moment, feel the rain with me.....

ROTI, KAPDA AUR MAKAAN.... / रोटी, कपड़ा और मकान....

रोज़ ब्लॉग खोलती हूँ फ़िर बहुत कुछ लिखती हूँ, और बहुत बार मिटा देती हूँ। सुबह का अखबार देखती हूँ या खबरें सुनती हूँ तो यही महसूस होता है की आज इतना ही काफ़ी है कि मैं और मेरे परिवार के सभी लोग जिंदा हैं। हालात ऐसे हैं की अब साड़ी, गहने, विदेश भ्रमण ... सब बेकार के शौक़ लगते हैं। दहशत और अनिश्चयता के ऐसे दिल दहलाने वाले वातावरण में साँसों का चलना ही काफ़ी लगता है।
कल लोगों ने खूब आनन्द और हर्षोल्लास सहित ईद का त्यौहार मनाया। पर दुनिया के किसी कोने में कई परिवारों ने इस वर्ष ईद अपने प्रियजनों के कब्रों के पास बैठकर मनाई।
जी, मैं गाज़ा के बारे में ही बोल रही हूँ। और जेहन में उन लीगों की बातें भीं घूम रही हैं जो अपने प्राण अकाल मृत्यु के हातों बली चढ़ाने के लिए मजबूर हो गए। एक सप्ताह में तीन-तीन विमान दुर्घटनायें, इनमें से एक किसी आतंकी हमले का शिकार। इतनी सस्ती है ज़िन्दगी? कोई मोल नहीं जीवन का? और हाँ एक विमान जो अभी तक किसी को मालूम नहीं कहाँ गायब हो गया!!
Some say war is bad for economy... but the western concept is exactly the opposite. They say war is good for economy. And humanity? The children? Is it okay to kill children in the name of war? The innocent lives lost in these plane crashes were not meant to perish like this. They had hopes and dreams..what about them?? But as my husband always tells me " don't waste your energy and also don't lose your patience by pondering over something which is beyond your control "... True, but not easy.
All that remains after a war and merciless killings is innumerable orphans, childless parents, rubble and debris in place of a beautiful house. Endless days of mourning and bitterness..and thousands of burnt and charred dreams..
To err is human and to kill? Is war the only solution?
Closer home in every state we have such barbaric activities taking place almost every hour that a powerless citizen like me feels helpless. Writing about these on Facebook or posting on blog is not enough but how else do we express our concern.
कहीं भी, किसी लड़की या औरत की आबरू लुटती है तो ऐसा महसूस होता है जैसे मेरा ही अपमान हुआ हो। कितना हिंस्र हो गया है इंसान, कितने निर्मम तरीके से खून और बलात्कार करता है। 100 में से 99 महिलायें चाहती हैं की इन पिशाचों को सरकार मृत्यु दंड दे पर नहीं, सरकार तो पहले इन पर मुकद्दमा चलाकर वर्षों तक देश के नागरिकों का पैसा बर्बाद करेगी फ़िर सोचेगी।
Honestly, nowadays the well being of my family and friends is the utmost thing in my life. Life is short we know but terrorist attacks, wars and hooliganism has made it unpredictable beyond our apprehension.
रोटी, कपडा और मकान- इतना है तो बहुत है... ज़िन्दगी की बाकी खामियों को सुधारने के लिए अपनों का प्यार है न !!


Links-http://quemas.mamaslatinas.com/in_the_news/127852/malaysia_airlines_little_boy_had

http://m.indiatoday.in/story/gaza-eid-celebrations-death-toll-israel/1/374647.html

Picture Courtesy- Google

DOLLAR BAHU....

Just finished reading Sudha Murty's Mahashweta and Dollar Bahu. I loved the beautiful and simple narrative style of both the books immensely. The basic premise of her stories is neither unknown nor unpredictable yet they were pageturners. There was a desire to read till the last page after the first few. Somehow, her style of writing reminds me of the great Bengali novelist and poet, Ashapurna Devi...

PIC COURTESY- GOOGLE

BARISHEIN.../ बारिशें...

Barishein hoti rahin, kabhi musalsal, kabhi tham-tham ke,

hum boondon mein kabhi mausiki, kabhi sargoshiyan dhoondte rahe....

बारिशें होती रहीं, कभी मुसलसल, कभी थम-थम के,

हम बूँदों में कभी मौसिकी, कभी सरगोशियाँ ढूँढते रहे...

I AM ALL HEART...

I'm neither sinless nor manipulative,
I'm all heart, never ever insensitive,
love me or hate me,
if possible, walk with me.
Nothing wrong in being a little possessive.....

pic courtesy- google

text by Aparna Bose

HISAAB..../ हिसाब.....

Hisaab mein galtiyaan kal bhi karte thhe, aaj bhi karte hain,

chalo achcha hai, jana toh akhir khali haath hi hai....

हिसाब में गलतियाँ कल भी करते थे, आज भी करते हैं,

चलो अच्छा है, जाना तो आख़िर ख़ाली हाथ ही है...

Pic courtesy- mcsmith.blogs.com

YAADEIN..../ यादें.....

Khalipan mein tumhari yadon ka satana lazmi hai,
hadein toot ti hain jab masroofiyat mein bhi tum yaad aane lago......

ख़ालीपन में तुम्हारी यादों का सताना लाज़मी है,
हदें टूटती हैं जब मसरूफ़ियत में भी तुम याद आने लगो.....

KHAMOSHI..../ ख़ामोशी....

Likh aye thhe ham thodi khamoshi, kuch kavitayein, ret par,
na jane kyun use mitakar tum de gaye ek khali seep

Shayad nahin rakhna chahte ho kuchh bhi apne paas...khamoshi bhi nahin...

लिख आये थे हम थोड़ी ख़ामोशी, कुछ कवितायेँ, रेत पर,
न जाने क्यूँ उसे मिटाकर तुम दे गए एक ख़ाली सीप

शायद नहीं रखना चाहते हो कुछ भी अपने पास...ख़ामोशी भी नहीं...


PIC BY APARNA BOSE (AT PURI- ODISHA)

YE AATE ZAROOR HAIN..../ ये आते ज़रूर हैं....

Kabhi payal ki tarah,
khanakte huye.
Kabhi paon mein chhale liye,
aate zaroor hain.
Jagti ankhon mein,
Neend mein khoi ankhon mein,
aate zaroor hain.
Jane kyun ye sapnoN jaisi yadein,
ye yadon mein badalte sapne,
dastak dete hain mehman bankar.
Us waqt jab,
na hum so rahe hote hain,
na hum jag rahe hote hain,
hote hain bas,
ik anchinhe khumar mein,
ye aate zaroor hain.....

कभी पायल की तरह खनकते हुए,
कभी पाँव में छाले लिए,
आते ज़रूर हैं।
जागती आँखों में,
नींद में खोई आँखों में,
आते ज़रूर हैं।
जाने क्यूँ ये सपनों जैसी यादें,
ये यादों में बदलते सपने,
दस्तक देते हैं मेहमान बनकर।
उस वक़्त जब,
न हम सो रहे होते हैं,
न हम जग रहे होते हैं,
होते हैं बस,
एक अनचीन्हे ख़ुमार में,
ये आते ज़रूर हैं......

JAB SUNNA CHAHA …/ जब सुनना चाहा……

Jab sunna chaha 

us shakh pe pyase patte 

kya gunguna rahe hain

hamne sun liya

Jab sunna chaha 

dur kisi registaan ke 

befikra ret ki dastaan 

hamne sun liya

Jab sunna chaha 

tumhare bheetar dhadakta

gungunata hua dil

hamne sun liya

Jab sunna chaha 

hamne apne hi dil ko

tumhara naam pukarte hue

hamne sun liya...

जब सुनना चाहा
उस शाख पे प्यासे  पत्ते
क्या गुनगुना रहे हैं

हमने सुन लिया

जब सुनना चाहा
दूर किसी रेगिस्तान के
बेफ़िक्र रेत की दास्तान
हमने सुन लिया

जब सुनना चाहा 

तुम्हारे भीतर धड़कता 

गुनगुनाता हुआ दिल 

हमने सुन लिया 

जब सुनना चाहा 

हमने अपने ही दिल को 

तुम्हारा नाम पुकारते हुए 

हमने सुन लिया ..

pic courtesy - www.bbc.co.uk

KHAYAL.../ ख़याल.....

Auron ko samajhne mein yoon hi waqt zaya kiya hamne,
Khud ko samajh liya hota, toh bechainiyaan kam hoti hamari.....

औरों को समझने में यूँ ही वक़्त ज़ाया किया हमने,
ख़ुद को समझ लिया होता, तो बेचैनियाँ कम होतीं हमारी.....

SATH SATH..../ साथ साथ...

Kabhi tum sawaal, kabhi hum.
Kabhi tum jawaab, kabhi hum.
Sawaalon ke jawab,
jawaabon pe sawaal,
Shayad yahi hai behna,
Sath sath, saans lete huye.....

कभी तुम सवाल, कभी हम.
कभी तुम जवाब, कभी हम.
सवालों के जवाब,
जवाबों पे सवाल,
शायद यही है बहना,
साथ साथ, साँस लेते हुए....

LOVE LIBERATES....

Just reading her, just listening to her teaches you so much... I do not know about others but whenever I read her quotes or come across a piece of composition by her I can not help but wonder, how accurately it resonates with me !! That is the power , the beauty of her words, simple yet so powerful, each and every word. No wonder she has been and continues to remain an inspiration to many ,men and women alike..I love you Maya Angelou. Yes, love liberates...


“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.”
― Maya Angelou...

Rest in Paradise angel.... and forever in my heart..... You are and will remain one of my favourite windows to the world of writing..

(Winfrey released a statement Wednesday calling Angelou her mentor, "mother/sister" and friend.

"She was there for me always, guiding me through some of the most important years of my life. The world knows her as a poet but at the heart of her, she was a teacher. 'When you learn, teach. When you get, give' is one of my best lessons from her," Winfrey said.

"But what stands out to me most about Maya Angelou is not what she has done or written or spoken, it's how she lived her life. She moved through the world with unshakeable calm, confidence and a fierce grace. I loved her and I know she loved me. I will profoundly miss her. She will always be the rainbow in my clouds.")

ALONENESS... :)

Rainkissed black coffee,

memories and the moments,

drizzling aloneness....

THAT MOMENT...

That moment when the only song playing on loop is cacophony of birds...with an occasional lip sync by the beetles and the crickets...that moment when the sunrays shrouded in fog carress your cheeks 'houle se', that moment when the ' me' and 'you' becomes 'us', effortlessly...yes effortlessly.. That moment when the wind whispers a long forgotten lullaby in your ears and a drop of rain on the cheeks reminds you of that first kiss...that moment when silence speaks and you listen...that moment when love means holding hands and an emoticon is enough to convey millions...yes.. That is THE moment.....

Pics taken by me @ Red Mud Chalet, Bermiok, West Sikkim 

ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY....

The many words which throughout the day,
I weave, hoping to share with you.
By dusk,half of the 'many words'
seem irrelevant.
By night, half remain
misconstrued.
What we both understand
are the 'never
spoken' words,
which you thought and I devoured.....

......Yes, this includes the sweetest 

and the bitterest,

also the heard

and the listened.

By morning we forget

half of the littlest,

and soon it is 

another beautiful day.

image coutesy- englishpronunciationcourse.

FIVE ELEMENTS.../ পাঁচটি উপাদান...

Mati, kath, dhatu, aagun o jol

aami purno.

Bhangle

ek guchcho mon kharap aar asrujol.

মাটি, কাঠ, ধাতু, আগুন ও জল
আমি পূর্ণ।
ভাঙলে,
এক গুচ্ছ মন খারাপ আর অশ্রুজল.....





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SHOONYA.../ शून्य...

Main,
ek shoonya,
kabhi kuchh nahin,
kabhi bohat kuchh.
Main,
ek ehsaas,
nirjeev se zyada,
mrityu se kam.

मैं,

एक शून्य,

कभी कुछ नहीं,

कभी बहुत कुछ. 

मैं,

एक एहसास,

निर्जीव से ज़्यादा ,

मृत्यु से कम.

pic courtesy-www.chemistryland.com
text-aparna bose

ADHAA PYAR... / आधा प्यार ....

Woh adhi cup coffee,
thali mein rakhi adhi roti,
woh kuchh aloo ke tukde,
adhi katori daal aur dahi,
adha sa chocolate,
is adhe pyar ko samet te samet te
main kab poori ho gayi ,
pataa nahin....

वो आधी कप कॉफी,

थाली में रखी आधी रोटी,

वो कुछ आलू के टुकड़े,

आधी कटोरी दाल और दही,

आधा सा चॉकलेट ,

इस आधे प्यार को समेटते समेटते,

मैं कब पूरी हो गयी,

पता नहीं……

pic courtesy- www.reikiflow.net

HEART....

You've been everything,
timorous, pompous, spendthrift.
Yet you are my heart......

PIC- GOOGLE

TRUE LIES...

I do not hate you.
Just abhor umpteen true lies,
nimbus sans droplets.........

PIC-GOOGLE

HARBINGER...

Canvas looks empty.
Harbinger, bring your rainbow,
downpour will follow..........

PIC COURTESY- pinterest.com

COUNTERPART....

Yearnings when afar,

explainable, as you are

my soul's counterpart

PIC-ANWESHAN BOSE

MY HELMSMAN

All along you've been
within me, my gut feeling.
You are my helmsman....

BAS KAH DIYA …/ बस कह दिया …

Raat guzar gayi aur humein maloom nahin
khwabon ke rahguzar se aur humein maloom nahin.......

Hum saans to lete rahe har pal
kyon lete rahe humein maloom nahin.......

Ek nazm likhne ki koshish jo ki humne
dil safe par kab utra humein maloom nahin...

Saaz hathon mein thaam toh liya humne
raag koun sa chereN humein maloom nahin....

Bas kah diya ki tum jaan ho meri
kyun kaha, humein maloom nahin......


रात गुज़र गयी और हमें मालूम नहीं
ख़्वाबों के रहगुज़र से और हमें मालूम नहीं.......

हम साँस तो लेते रहे हर पल
क्यों लेते रहे हमें मालूम नहीं.......

एक नज़्म लिखने की कोशिश जो की हमने
दिल सफ़े पर कब उतरा हमें मालूम नहीं...

साज़ हाथों में थाम तो लिया हमने
राग कौन सा छेड़ें हमें मालूम नहीं....

बस कह दिया की तुम जान हो मेरी
क्यूँ कहा हमें मालूम नहीं ……

MY IMPERFECTIONS....

My imperfections,
told, untold, known and unknown,
make me so complete...

My answer, always,

"I take each day as it comes."

Never the right one..

PIC- GOOGLE

CELLOPHANE../ सेलोफेन....

Woh jo ek cellophane jaisa kuchh hai na
hamare tumhare jazbaton ke theek beechobeech
use cheer ke agar koi awaaz
rooh tak pohanch jati toh?
Ya koi mulayam sham use pighla deti..
Yeh zubaan bematlab na haklati
na taish mein
na jazbati hokar....

Woh shayad kuchh harf hain
ya phir guchche hain lafzon ke
aise uljhe hain manon
oon ke unsuljhe lachche hon.
Sawal ek aur sahi jawab bhi ek.
Yeh zubaan bematlab na haklati
na jawab dhoondhne mein
na galat jawabon mein ulajhkar.......

वो जो एक सेलोफेन जैसा कुछ है न

हमारे तुम्हारे जज़्बातों के ठीक बीचोबीच

उसे चीर के अगर कोई आवाज़

रूह तक पहुँच जाती तो?

या कोई मुलायम शाम उसे पिघला देती..

यह ज़ुबान बेमतलब ना हकलाती

न तैश में

न जज़्बाती होकर....

वो शायद कुछ हर्फ़ हैं

या फिर गुच्छे हैं लफ़्ज़ों के

ऐसे उलझे हैं मानों

ऊन के अनसुलझे लच्छे हों

सवाल एक और सही जवाब भी एक

यह ज़ुबान बेमतलब ना हकलाती

न जवाब ढूँढने में

न ग़लत जवाबों में उलझकर.......

PIC COURTESY- GOOGLE

TROUBLE WITH THE CURVE

"Trouble with the Curve" is one of the finest films I have ever seen on father-daughter relationship and also is a fairly enjoyable and pleasant baseball drama . This movie is not at all preachy in the sense that it does not go overboard in explaining its audience that how one should deal with the upbringing issues..a child sometimes fails to understand why his/her parents are not giving them the much needed attention during their growing up years or why they have kept them away at a hostel or some relative's place, which is justified but then nothing that parents do is without reason..

In the movie the daughter missed her father all through her childhood and had silently hated him for not giving him much time and attention which she craved for but her father did not have much choice being a single parent who was always travelling and engrossed in the job of a baseball scout. But one more reason which the girl understands much later was his insecurity about his daughter's safety as she was once on the verge of getting sexually abused at a tender age of six. He saved her once but was not sure that he could get lucky next time as well..

There are two scenes that are quite impressive. An aging father defending his daughter, with the first one of him attacking a drunk bar-goer with a broken beer bottle after he tires to hit on her, and later, a rather disturbing and upsetting scene where he brutally beats a child molestor half to death in a shed.

Clint Eastwood carries the film beautifully on his shoulders and is so very handsome even at 75 plus.. not to ignore his signature style

http://youtu.be/UdJPvXLemVs


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WE COME ALONE, WE GO ALONE..AND WE FIGHT ALONE....

There are good days,there are bad days, but what makes this life interesting is how we actually manage to turn these bad days into good ones... we all know that complete happiness is not attainable but sometimes, with little effort we can keep the bad, depressing moments on some shelf or hang them on a hanger in our wardrobe and lock it.. find some favourite song to cheer ourselves up and voila!!

I have learnt one thing and memorised it by heart that whatever the situation, it is only me, who can tackle it and face the challenge..people can give support and assurances but it helps only if one has that indomitable spirit.. the ultimate truth is, we come alone, we go alone..and we fight alone....

TOOFAAN / तूफ़ान ……

Is waqt
shant, gambheer yah bimb
tej, aag ki tapish jaisa
ugal raha hai krodh,
kuch antardwandh,
kuch ahankar ka.
kuch us kshamata ki
jo chahe toh rakh kar de.....

Hai intezar
us toofan ka
jo kahar dha jayega,
boondon se bhigokar,
ek ek kan ko.
vidhwans ka doosra rukh
darakhton ke chehron pe..

Ek ore navjeevan,
ankurit, prasfutit.
aur kuch sookhe patte
kuchle prem ki tarah
bikharte hue
khatm hote hue........

इस वक़्त

शांत, गंभीर यह बिंब

तेज, आग की तपिश जैसा

उगल रहा है क्रोध,

कुछ अंतर्द्वंध 

कुछ अहंकार का.

कुछ उस क्षमता की

जो चाहे तो रख कर दे.....

है इंतज़ार

उस तूफ़ान का

जो कहर ढा जाएगा,

बूँदों से भिगोकर,

एक एक कण को.

विध्वंस का दूसरा रुख़

दरख्तों के चेहरों पे..

एक ओर नवजीवन,

अंकुरित,प्रस्फुटित .

और कुछ सूखे पत्ते

कुचले प्रेम की तरह

बिखरते हुए

ख़त्म होते हुए........

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Colors Of The Sun.....Santorini

SHIKAYAT... / शिकायत......

Ab shikayaton se hum shikayat karne lage
chand lamhein khud ke liye alag karne lage

Koshish jab bhi ki bahr mein tumhein likhne ki
tum shakhs koi anjaan se lagne lage

Ek patta bhi nahin hilta hai jahan bewajah
zahe naseeb ki tum safhon mein sajne lage

Boondon ke saath ate ho, phir jane kahan chale jate ho
tasavvur mein gum tanha pal ginne lage

Abra jab siyah kar gaya asmaan ko
hum un badalon mein tumhein dhoondne lage

Waadon ki baat karta hai zamana aksar
un wadon kaa kya jo nasoor zakhm ban ne lage


अब शिकायतों से हम शिकायत करने लगे
चंद लम्हें खुद के लिए अलग करने लगे

कोशिश जब भी की बह्र में तुम्हें लिखने की
तुम शख़्स कोई अंजान से लगने लगे

एक पत्ता भी नहीं हिलता है जहाँ बेवजह
ज़हे नसीब की तुम सफ़ों में सजने लगे

बूँदों के साथ आते हो, फिर जाने कहाँ चले जाते हो
तसव्वुर में गुम तन्हा पल गिनने लगे

अब्र जब सियाह कर गया आसमाँ को
हम उन बादलों में तुम्हें ढूँढ़ने लगे

वादों की बात करता है ज़माना अक्सर
उन वादों का क्या जो नासूर ज़ख्म बनने लगे

BUCKET FULL OF ASHES..............

In the end all that remains of our entity is mere bucket full of ashes...  yet we struggle and fight for all that is not going to give us peace when end comes knocking. The ultimate peace is derived from some home cooked food, some sleep in our own bed and presence of a few near and dear ones ...actually puts a smile on our face even when we are on the verge of losing a battle... But I always feel that God should give us a little time, just a little more, before calling the final shot so that we can thank our caregiver, express our love for the members of the family and friends and leave this world as one happy soul.

Thanking the caregiver is very important, whosoever it is, spouse, parent, chidren, maid or nurse, anyone. More so because they are the ones who have been looking after the patients daily needs and hygiene, doctor appointments, medications and diet, so in the event of death or any kind of criticality they are the ones who are questioned. They feel guilty when suddenly something untoward happens, quite unnecessarily. So, it is very important that their work and time is duly recognised and appreciated with utmost gratefulness by everyone.

Everything does not happen as per our wishes and every wish of ours can never be fulfilled yet we never stop dreaming.. and keep believing that everything happens for a reason.. thats the best way to accept and explain the loss maybe. But,the fact of the matter is, in due course of time, yes time, the most powerful yet abstract entity, we tend to forget the 'reason' part. We get caught up in the hustle and bustle and this minimises the pain.

Just wondering, do we stop dreaming after death? Is there really anything called soul? Do souls dream? Do we carry our dreams with us to our next birth? These are pretty weird questions but at some point or the other in our life we have asked these to ourselves or shared these queries with our peers...

HAI INTEZAAR..../ है इंतज़ार....

Hai intezaar un barishon ka jab geele harf nagmein gungunayenge
Hai intezaar un boondon ka jab sondhi khushbu ayegi khwaabon se....

है इंतज़ार उन बारिशों का जब गीले हर्फ़ नग्में गुनगुनायेंगे
है इंतज़ार उन बूंदों का जब सोंधी ख़ुशबू आयेगी ख़्वाबों से.....

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GOD IS GREAT, AND SO IS MAN...

When my problems looked big I looked around and found bigger problems that were staring from the walls and nooks and corners, and I saw people staring back at them with nothing but hope and will power. This made me happy as I was not alone, not the only mortal with morbidity clouding my thoughts and I prepared myself to face the challenge... sounds like a paradox? well.... I really felt stronger when I saw the other mortals also trying to find means to save the lives of those who will NOT dwell on the earth forever.....  lesser or more, fact is, mortals always try to fight till the last breath against all odds... God is great, no two ways about it, and so is man..

THE PEN ON PAPER....

The pen on paper

echoing the unconscious

or the subconscious

etches all

that is me

the longings

and willingness

the spirited

the bohemian

The pen on paper

etches all

that is not me

but craves to be

composing and editing

thousands of dreams

in several hundred

seconds and minutes

The pen on paper

changes all

that was

or is or will be

as if

I were not me

but a magician

and the pen !

a magic wand....

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LIFE GOES ON.... AND HOW !!

Ain't it true that the hospitals and wedding venues are the two places where you get to meet up with those relatives (and sometimes friends ) whom you haven't seen or spoken to in ages and even those who you do not even remember. The most funny part is the effort that you have to put while trying to recollect whether they are related to you on your father's side or mother's side. But the truth is, at the end of the day you need endless love and prayers. Presence of relatives and friends when in pain helps immensely, whether it is the new beginning of your life or the twilight .

Every now and then I come across the terminology 'role reversal'.. this time it was my turn to experience it. Yes, it feels terrible when you have to pacify and scold a seventy two year old who does not want to eat, does not want to stay in the hospital and listen to the doctor, crying inconsolably as the umpteen number of tubes and needles puncture his body causing him discomfiture. You feel helpless. That is the moment when you go back in time and try to remember the parent that he was, and the way he would make you see reason when you behaved adamantly. You want to remember those words and tactics that he as a father used to make you understand the rationale behind his decision. You actually try to be the parent to this child who was once your parent. 

Life is tough when situations go beyond your control and the complexity of the situation makes you feel helpless. The whole world seems wrong when you have the will but not the way to come out of the situation. Though you end up as a great fighter more often that not but the stress that accompanies such a fierce battle is very trying. Breaks you completely. The most negative outcome when dealing with the unknown is loss of trust and confidence. There cannot be anything worse than losing faith in your doctor. The fear shows in your face clearly and you fail to convince the patient that everything is alright. What more!  you lose sleep.

I have always believed that the best motivator is you yourself. No one in this world can motivate me other than me. I can go to some great spiritual guru or therapist or even a counsellor but the 'me' within knows the best how to motivate myself and come out of a situation with flying colours. There have been situations in my life when I have weeped for hours feeling humiliated and embarrassed by my failures, failure at coping with certain challenges but then it has been me , only me who has finally comforted myself, stopped crying and picked up the threads of life and tackled those negativities.

Well, life goes on.....

COMFORT FOOD

You could be a star, a celeb, a business tycoon or whatever but when it comes to comfort food it is probably the simplest of things that you would want to be served, indulge in with closed eyes remembering your childhood, actually the food that you grew up with. Especially, when depression, melancholy or ill-health strikes you, all you need is that small portion of your favourite comfort food, which could be khichuri(khichdi), jam bread, chicken stew or icecream or even the roadside food like egg roll or alur chop and yes, also that two-minute wonder food, maggi. 

Just read, Mahanayika Suchitra Sen wants to have phuchka (paani puri). She is very ill, 82 years old, in severe respiratory distress, is hardly eating anything but when Mamata Banerjee asked her , she said, she would like to have a few phuchkas. See !! Comfort food really blunts all kinds of negative feelings. Elevates the mood as well as our physiology. Do not forget this is the food that your mother made when you felt litle down , had fever or loss of appetite. 

I think, we develop this craving for 'comfort' food mostly while going through a rough phase in our life. Perhaps,  this takes us back to those times when we would throw tantrums, driving our parents nuts, refusing the vegetables or the fish that we hated to debone. Eventually, the frustrated but caring mother would get us the food we would eat without uttering a word and feel happy that the child is not hungry anymore and later eat her food aram se ..

 

This habit stays with us till the last day of our life and we seek comfort and security, which our mother used to provide us during challenging times in our childhood, even when we are on the verge of hitting the twilight of our life . 

A bowl of vegetable curry or the healthy soup might have been replaced with the bigger problems of life, with the various complexities but the comfort zone that we still search for is the love and care that manifests itself through the comfort food.

 Mine is very clearly deem, alu sheddho, bhaat with ghee or butter (boiled eggs and mashed potatoes with rice and ghee/butter). What is your comfort food and why ?


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HARIYE JAWA.... / হারিয়ে যাওয়া...

Jani, achho dariye
duarer arale,
opekkhaye, kakhon ghumer kole
matha rakhbe amar chokh duti,
awpoloke takiye achho.
Achcha, amon kore takiye achho kyano?

Enechho bujhi ekti notun kahini,
jeta porbo shudhu ami ar tumi?
Jodi thake ei kahini te
dukkho, asrudhara, bedonar gaan,
jodi thake ei kahini te
awshar gangrene, bistrito moruddyan,
ami kintu porbona.

Jano
nidrar deshe, jekhane ghor amar
ami chaii shudhu swasti apaar.
Du mutho roder kona
ektu uttore batash,
moner shathe gopon kawtha,
ar bare bare hariye jawa.....

জানি, আচ্ছো দাড়িয়ে

দুয়ারের আড়ালে,

অপেক্ষায়ে ,কখন ঘুমের কোলে

মাথা রাখবে আমার চোখ দুটি,

অবপলক তাকিয়ে আচ্ছো.

আচ্ছা, অমন করে তাকিয়ে আচ্ছো ক্যানো?

এনেচ্ছো বুঝি একটি নতুন কাহিনী,

যেটা পরবো শুধু আমি আর তুমি?

যদি থাকে এই কাহিনী তে

দুঃক্ষ, অশ্রুধারা , বেদনার গান,

যদি থাকে এই কাহিনী তে

অসাড় গ্যাংরীন , বিস্তৃত মরুদ্যান ,

আমি কিন্তু পড়বনা .

জানো

নিদ্রার দেশে, যেখানে ঘর আমার

আমি চাই শুধু স্বস্তি অপার.

দু মুঠো রোদের কণা

একটু উত্তরে বাতাস,

মনের সাথে গোপন কথা ,

আর বারে বারে হারিয়ে যাওয়া...

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ZINDAGI... / ज़िंदगी....

Anginat baar todna chaha
toot bhi gaye
jarjar ho gaye
phir se lau jali
maddham
hua hamara naya janm
usne phir toda
hum phir toote
is baar bhi dhans gaye
uske karz tale
phir lahlaha uthe

Ye toda bhi usne
joda bhi usne
gira ke phir uthaya bhi usi ne hai
yahi toh zindagi ki fitrat hai.......


अनगिनत बार तोड़ना चाहा
टूट भी गये
जर्जर हो गये
फिर से लौ जली
मद्धम
हुआ हमारा नया जन्म
उसने फिर तोड़ा
हम फिर टूटे
इस बार भी धँस गये
उसके क़र्ज़ तले
फिर लहलहा उठे

ये तोड़ा भी उसने
जोड़ा भी उसने
गिरा के फिर उठाया भी उसी ने है
यही तो ज़िंदगी की फ़ितरत है.......

BHOOL BHULAIYAA / भूलभुलैया

Mohpash mein jakda hua ho jaise,
mera woh hissa,
jo tyag nahin kar paya,
na, balki tyag nahin karna chahta
atishyokti ka vyavahar, mithya adambar.

Jeena chahta hai isi tarah,
mere us hisse ko kuchalkar
jo rahna chahta hai
vastav ke paridhi mein
saadgi ka daaman pakadkar.

Do hisson mein banta mera astitva,
maan-abhimaan ke chakravyuh se
nikalne ki raah
nahin dhoond paya
rah gaya prashnachinhon ke jaal mein ulajhkar.

Prashnachinha!! haan, saikdon.
Jahan tak nazar jaye wahan tak.
Do hisson mein vibhajit main,
shayad rahoongi aajanm
isi bhoolbhulaiya mein ulajhkar.

मोहपाश में जकड़ा हुआ हो जैसे,
मेरा वह हिस्सा,

जो त्याग नहीं कर पाया,

न, बल्कि त्याग नहीं करना चाहता

अतिशयोक्ति का व्यवहार, मिथ्या आडंबर.

जीना चाहता है इसी तरह,

मेरे उस हिस्से को कुचलकर

जो रहना चाहता है

वास्तव के परिधि में

सादगी का दामन पकड़कर.

दो हिस्सों में बँटा मेरा अस्तित्व,

मान-अभिमान के चक्रव्यूह से

निकलने की राह

नहीं ढूँढ पाया

रह गया प्रश्नचिन्हों के जाल में उलझकर.

प्रश्नचिन्ह!! हाँ, सैकड़ों.

जहाँ तक नज़र जाए वहाँ तक.

दो हिस्सों में विभाजित मैं,

शायद रहूँगी आजन्म

इसी भूलभुलैया में उलझकर.

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MEANINGLESS NOTHINGS........

When I scribble

meaningless nothings

the words speak to me

meaning a world

When I write

a flawless, metered something

it becomes poetry

often meaning nothing

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