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Sunday, August 09, 2015

EK KALASH BHAR... / एक कलश भर...



Haan bas isi pal ka,
Yahi jo tham gaya hai na,
Asamanjas mein hai thoda,
Isi pal ka tha intezar.
Us vednamaye hriday ko,
Sookhe thartharate
Pipasit hothon ko,
Ki kab ek boond,
Na na,
kewal ek kalash bhar
Megh ka prem,
Raktim karega
uske raktheen galon ko.
Prem bahayega
Uski dhamaniyon mein,
Aur bin kuch kahe
Bohat kuch kah jayegi
Uski zubaan.
Shayad ek poora upanyas !
Hai na wo pal
Abhi bhi thama sa??
Bhool gaya kya barasna
Uski ankhon mein doobke?
Ek kalash bhar ,
Bas..kafi hai...

हाँ बस इसी पल का,
यही जो थम गया है न,
असमंजस में है थोड़ा,
इसी पल का था इंतज़ार।
उस वेदनामय ह्रदय को,
सूखे थरथराते
पिपासित होठों को,
कि कब एक बूँद,
न न ,
केवल एक कलश भर
मेघ का प्रेम,
रक्तिम करेगा उसके
रक्तहीन गालों को।
प्रेम बहाएगा उसकी
धमनियों में,
और बिन कुछ कहे
बहुत कुछ कह जायेगी
उसकी ज़ुबान।
शायद एक पूरा उपन्यास !
है न वो पल
अभी भी थमा सा??
भूल गया क्या बरसना
उसकी आँखों में डूबके ?
एक कलश भर,
बस....काफ़ी है.....


(Asamanjas -indecision, dilemma
Vedna- pain
Thartharate- trembling
Pipasit- thirsty
Kalash- pitcher
Raktim- bright red
Dhamniyon- arteries
Upanyas- novel
Kafi- sufficient)

Sometimes, a moment filled with love, just a little, a pitcher full !!
Is enough to soothe the sad and aching heart.
This pure love can inundate this sad heart with so much inspiration and contentment that it can go ahead and write a beautiful novel ..not just a poem.
A pitcher full of love is all that a heart needs..
It is almost like the cathartic effect that rains  and rainbow have on parched and thirsty earth.. on us..

Sunday, March 29, 2015

INVC PUBLISHES MY COMPOSITIONS / अपर्णा बोस की कविताएँ




http://www.internationalnewsandviews.com/aparna-boses-poems/#sthash.U7JDB1Z1.dpbs

[ Also posting my poems in Roman script for those friends who find it difficult to read Hindi (Devanagri script) ]

EK ADBHUT KHAYAL

garmiyon ki ik alsai si dopahari
achanak ek adbhut khayal aya
laga jaise main aladdin ban jaoon
aur uparwala bole , 'kya hukm hai mere aka?'
apni khwahishon ka chiraag ghiskar
jab chahe use bulaoon
wo bole kya hukm hai aur main maangti jaoon
bas yahin akar tham gaya mere khwahishon ka kafila
akhir maangne ki yahi fitrat hai badi jaan lewa
sapno ka kya hai khuli aakhon mein bhi sama jayen
aankhein to unka ghar hai,kabhi bhi aa jayein
darrte to hum hain unhe akaar dene se
isiliye to insaan hain,warna hum bhi bhagwaan hote........
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KUCHH LOG MUHABBAT KARNA JANTE HAIN.....

Kuch log aise hote hain,
har cheez mein mausiki dhoond lete hain.
Hard dard unke zahan ko rulata hai,
toofani raat mein barish ka mazaa lete hain.
Pyar mein haar kar bhi hanste hain,
aansoon tapakte nahin jab wo sisakte hain.
Angaron pe bejhijhak chalte hain,
Kuch log muhabbat karna jante hain...
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KALE DHOONYE MEIN HUM TUM....

Nikli thi main apne dil ko bahlane
halki barish ki bauchhar mein
mitti ki saundhi khushboo liye
sapnon ki tashtari liye
Socha chalo tod laoon aaj
thodi si chaandni apne liye
tumhare liye thoda sa aasmaan
aur sajaa loon apna jahan
Taron se achchadit hai dhara
timtimate jaise angoor ke guchche
man kiya unhe bhi tod laoon
meethi neend mein so jaoon
Gaganchumbi imaraton ki mahfil
shor sharaba,kaisi bhaagdaud
(par ) bijli ke taron mein chaand gum
aur kale dhoonye mein hum tum....
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HAMDARD,HAMRAHI AUR??

EK wo chaand hai,jise dekhkar
bachcha chain ki neend so jata hai
anpadh maa bhi loriyaan gunguna leti hai
EK wo chaand hai,jiski tulna
premi apni premika se karta hai
premika use pane ka khwaab dekhti hai
EK wo chaand hai,jise dekh
shayar shayari mein doob jata hai
na jane kitni gazalein likh leta hai
EK wo chaand hai,jahaan insaan
pahuchne ka khwaab dekhta hai
apne kadmon ke nishaan banana chahta hai
EK wo chaand hai,jiski snigdh roshni
budhape ka sahara ban jati hai
uski madhur chhaya mein ma ki lori yaad ati hai
EK hi hai chaand,magar uski
prernayein anek hain
hamdard,hamrahi aur na jane kya kya naam hain!!
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UMMEEDON KI BAISAKHI

Thaki hui palkein
balish dhoondti hui
pohanch gayi jab bistar ke paas,
door se kuchh tootne ki awaz
raat ke sannate ko cheerti hui
aa gayi mere kamre mein.
Aur kuchh gupchup hui
uske saath meri ankhon ki,
isharon mein baat karne lage
shayad kisi sapne ke baare mein.
Ankhon ko laga ki
behtar hoga main so jaoon,
kyonki sapne to neend mein hi ate hain.
Vastavikta to kuchh aur hi hai!
Sapne sirf aankh nahin dil bhi dekhta hai.
Awaaz ko intezar tha
jo toota uski khabar pahunchane ki,
so main bhi lagi badalne
Karvatein jhoothmooth ki.
Palkein pareshan theeN,
ankhein hairan ,
kyonki aa gaya tha wo tanha
jiska unki batoN mein zikra tha.
Bujha bujha sa taakta raha
ek toota hua sapna tha mera.
Mere sirhane baith mangne laga
mujhse mere ummeedoN ki baisakhi.
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AAJ BHI SHAYAD ROOH CHEEKH RAHI HOGI....

Kitni baar katenge,aur jodenge?
Wahshiyat ke nishaan kitni baar mitayenge?
Jism hai, ho sakta hai kal theek ho jaye
Par rooh ka kya ,use kaise jodenge?
Kuchh cheezein samet ke rakhi theeN
Kaun layega uski wah rangeen tokri?
Jisme sapno ko sanjo ke rakha tha
Jisme chhoti badi motiyon ki mala thi
AshaaoN ke ashiyane ki chaabi
Ek sunhare rang ki dibiya mein band thi
Dhoondhti hogi chaurahe pe apna sara samaan
Dekho aaj bhi shayad rooh cheekh rahi hogi
Kisne churaya ,kyon churaya
PrashnoN ke uttar dhoondhti hogi
Deh ki haalat se anjaan rooh
Usse milne ke liye tadap rahi hogi
Bistar pe pada nirjeev sa, khokhla badan
Ummeed tair rahi hai aankhoN mein
Saanson ko himmat deta uska ahankaar
Aaj bhi kah gaya uske kaanoN mein
“Insaan darinda ban gaya toh kya
Vishwas rakho sar uthake jeene mein”

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.

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