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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

WHY ONE LIFE UNLIKE DRESSES?








Why love matters?
For smile and mirth?
After a long day
it's like a dew drop...

Why one life
unlike dresses?
As *Sylvia wondered,
I too wonder...

Why one heart?
Which when breaks
just breaks, and
heals leaving cracks...

Why do we hurt
dearest, not so dearest?
When they cry
can I be unbothered?

Why not smile
overlook wiles?
When just one life
unlike dresses?


*Sylvia Plath (/plæθ/; October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge, before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956; they lived together in the United States and then England, and had two children, Frieda and Nicholas. Plath suffered from depression for much of her adult life, and in 1963 she committed suicide. Controversy continues to surround the events of her life and death, as well as her writing and legacy.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for her two published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel. In 1982, she won a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for The Collected Poems. She also wrote The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death. (source- WIKIPEDIA)


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Tuesday, February 03, 2015

LIGHT.....



Me,
My aloneness,
Reminiscing and unwinding,
When you drop by,
Suddenly, yellow and orange, bright.
Filling my melancholy with pleasant light.
Each corner of my heart, its core, inundated.
With love, thoughts, dancing dust particles, cajoling warmth.
Time I converse with my childhood, and my adulthood.
I drink with coffee, this moment, the sugar you know..

The horizon, the vastness of it, mesmerizing, the never ending .
And my heart, the numerous doors, open and closed.
Time and sunshine, when merge with my aloneness,
Can there be a moment more apt?
The light I need to untwine,
The umpteen knots and search,
My soul, the void,
The white lies,
My aloneness,
Me...



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

THE DEMON LURKS....



Somewhere,
behind that curtain,
under the table,
in the park,
near the swing,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Somewhere,
when you are alone,
Or with your friends,
playing with clay,
making a sand castle,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Somewhere,
baby when you are singing,
baby when you are dancing,
painting your dreams,
counting the stars,
he lurks.
The demon lurks.

Sometimes,
bond that we share,
breaks suddenly,
unanticipatedly,
cruelly,
baby, he laughs.
The demon laughs.

Sometimes,
even God wonders,
"When, how and why?
Who are these demons?
Lurking and killing,
innocence and dreams?
Bringing tears to my eyes?
My heart bleeds and cries..."

Saturday, December 13, 2014

SUNO JULAHE..../ सुनो जुलाहे.....


Suno julahe,
Ab aisi saree bunna
Tana ho sukh
Bana ho dukh
Ek adh kam zyada
Kar dena soot chahe
Kuch is tarah ki
Sukh nikhre zyada
Dukh nikhre kam
Suno,
Rang aise chunna
Ki vasan dhule toh
Sukh pheeka na ho
Ghul jaye wo rang
Jisse dukh nikhra ho.
Suno,
Pahnu jab aisi saree
Wazandar, bootiyon wali,
Lipte rahein tan se
Sukh aur dukh dono hi.
Mere hisse ki cheez
Chale mere saath hi.
Suno,
Jab mile yeh tan
paanch tatwon se
Dom ki domni ya maii
Jo bhi libaas yeh pahne
Dekhna julahe
Sukh wala soot
Nikhra hi rahe
Dukh wala chahe
Pheeka paddh jaye....



सुनो जुलाहे,
अब ऐसी साड़ी बुनना
ताना हो सुख
बाना हो दुःख
एक आध कम ज़्यादा
कर देना सूत चाहे
कुछ इस तरह कि
सुख निखरे ज़्यादा
दुःख निखरे कम।
सुनो,
रंग ऐसे चुनना
कि वसन धुले तो
सुख फ़ीका न हो
घुल जाए वो रंग
जिससे दुःख निखरा हो
सुनो,
पहनूँ जब ऐसी साड़ी
वज़नदार, बूटियों वाली
लिपटें रहें तन से
सुख और दुःख दोनों ही
मेरे हिस्से की चीज़
चले मेरे साथ ही
सुनो,
जब मिले यह तन
पाँच तत्वों से
डोम की डोमनी या माई
जो भी लिबास यह पहने
देखना जुलाहे
सुख वाला सूत
निखरा ही रहे
दुःख वाला चाहे
फ़ीका पड़ जाए....




https://youtu.be/4mGaTWrQtiQ

Listen O Master Weaver,
Weave such a saree
Whose warp is Sorrow
And the weft is Joy;
And weave in a few designs.
The threads such you make that 
Joy's beauty is enhanced
And Sorrow's less so. 

Listen,
Choose you such colours 
That when washed
Joy's colours don't fade
And those hues that Sorrow 
Made brighter
May they blend in 
With perfection.

Listen
When I wear this saree
Heavy, with many patterns, 
When this body is wrapped in 
Both Joy and Sorrow,
And these, part of my portion
Travel with me.

Listen
When this body is one with the five elements
The dom's wife or mother, 
Whosoever wears this garment 
Please O Weaver
Make sure that Joy's threads
Remain shining
Even if Sorrow's fade a little ...

Translation~ Gopali Chakraborty Ghosh

Saturday, December 06, 2014

SAFHA.../ सफ़्हा...


Jante hain ji, zindagi ek kitaab hai, panno ko palatna hai,
Ek safha toh aisa ho ki hum likhein aur zindagi paddhe...

जानते हैं जी, ज़िन्दगी एक किताब है, पन्नों को पलटना है,
एक सफ़्हा तो ऐसा हो कि हम लिखें और ज़िन्दगी पढ़े ...

Saturday, November 08, 2014

NA KAVITA NA KAHANI / न कविता न कहानी...



Na kavita na kahani
Bas kuch shabd
Kuchh jatilta
Bolti hui khamoshi
Cheekhta hua soonapan.

Na kavita na kahani
Bas kuchh lafz
Kuchh uljhane
Kolahal mein chuppi
Bheed mein sannata.

Na kavita na kahani
Bas yun hi
Kuchh dil ka bojh
Ankhon se aansoo
Aansuon se syahi
Syahi se?
Na kavita, na kahani....

न कविता न कहानी
बस कुछ शब्द
कुछ जटिलता
बोलती हुई ख़ामोशी
चीख़ता हुआ सूनापन

न कविता न कहानी
बस कुछ लफ़्ज़
कुछ उलझनें
कोलाहल मेँ चुप्पी
भीड़ मेँ सन्नाटा

न कविता न कहानी
बस यूँ ही
कुछ दिल का बोझ
आँखों से आँसूं
आँसुओं से स्याही
स्याही से?
न कविता, न कहानी....


SANGEET.../ संगीत....


जब लोगों की बातें दिल दुखाने लगे तो संगीत ही वो मलहम है जो ज़ख़्मों को भरने का काम करता है.
Abida Paween: Raga Malkauns - VHS rip: http://youtu.be/8sPoYrURflE

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

REMINISCENCES


It is always wonderful to meet up with old friends, especially those from school as that is the most carefree period of one's life.
After so many years when we meet, it hardly matters who used to be a topper and who the inconspicuous backbencher. Life is never without its upheavals and predicaments, so connecting with friends also means that life won't be that difficult anymore with friends just a phone call away.
After a long time had a blast laughing and reminiscing about school days as we all reverted to being teenagers











again.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

LET YOUR LIGHT ENTER MY HEART


Pain, sorrow and unhappiness are inevitable in this world. But I know a light will enter my heart and keep my strength and hope alive even if they become festering wounds...

Sunday, October 26, 2014

SEEKH.../ सीख.....




Jitni bar toota hai dil hamara,
utni bar seekha hai hamne kuch naya.

जितनी बार टूटा है दिल हमारा,
उतनी बार सीखा है हमने कुछ नया...




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