Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 October 2013

निशब्द सांसे


I had written a poem in Marathi a while back titled Abol Shwaas. Many of my friends who heard me recite that poem or read it on FB and the blog, suggested that I should translate. Some of them heard me recite it but could not follow what it meant as they didn't know Marathi. So, encouraged by the appreciation, I make an attempt to translate.

कुछ निशब्द सांसे
अटक सी गई थी
मंन के एक कोने में
जैसें अवरुद्ध हुई थी

अजनबी रास्तो पर
शायद धुंड रही थी कुछ
कदमो कें पेह्चाने निशां
संभव है मांग रही थी

ख्वाबो के पंख लिये
उडा करती थी ये सांसें
अल्हड से पतंग की तरह
बादलों के पार जाती थी ये सांसें

ये हसीन सांसें गुम हुई इक रोझ
निशब्द सी हो गयी
घुल गयी दुनियादारी के रंग में
और बस फिकी सी पड गयी

आज बस हिम्मत कर ली जाए
इंन सासो को हवा दी जाए
खामोश सासो की आवाज बनू मै
कोरे कागझ में रंग भरु मैं

अपने मन की दीवार
आज मैं गिरा दू
इन सासो का बचपन
आज मै लौटा दू

मुक्त कर दू इनको
और पोह्चा दू इन्हे
ज्यादा दूर नही ...
बस, क्षितीज के पार कर दू ! 

Friday, 27 September 2013

When was it?

O, tenderness!
When did u steal my heart
When was it that İ surrendered
Was it before we met or after

O, happiness!
When did u put a glow on my face
When was it that a smile captured my lips
Was it before we met or after

O, sweet confusion!
When did I embrace thee
When I felt my heart dancing with glee
Was it before we met or after

O, my Goodness!
When did I learn to speak with my eyes
When was it that I said all without saying
Was it before we met or after

I feel love and more
In every single pore
When was it that the magic happened
Was it before we met or after



Thursday, 26 September 2013

Kashmakash


kashmakash toh hoti hai 
kahen ya na kahen
kahen toh kya kahen
naa kahen to kyun naa kahen


feelings kee mixed bag
kandhe pe sawar hai
saansen kabhi upar
toh kabhi neeche hai


halka halka nasha hai
dabi dabi see hansi mein
doston se chipane mein
haule haule muskurane mein


ek baar phir hua hai
pyar shayad
ek baar phir mili hoon
apne aap se shayad


kashmakash toh hoti hai
kahen ya na kahen
kahen toh kya kahen
naa kahen to kyun naa kahen




Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Ek Main aur Ek Woh!


एक मैं यहाँ 

अपनी चिंताओं से झल्लाया सा

एक वोह बेफिक्र वहां

गुनगुनाता, मुस्कुराता , बेगाना सा



एक मैं सयाना

गहरायी से घबराया सा

एक वोह दीवाना

ऊचयिओं से भरमाया सा



मैं पहले पड़ाव पर ही

सोचूँ मंजिल को पा लिया

एक वोह ! पिछले पड़ाव से ही

नए रास्ते बनाने चला



मैं रोज़मर्रा से जूझते हुए

ठहरा इस पह्चानिसी ज़मीन पर

वोह अनजान आसमान में उड़ चला

प्रेरित एक पंछी देखकर



एक मैं किनारे किनारे

निश्चल और मौन अपने आप से भी

एक वोह तूफ़ान पे सवार

बतियाता अपनी परछाई से भी



एक मैं !

फूलों में भी काटों से बचाता हुआ

एक वोह !

अंगारे भी हार में पिरोता रहा



एक मैं !

संभव के दामन से लिपटा हुआ

एक वोह !

असंभव की हर सीमा लांघता रहा 

Monday, 25 April 2011

Whether this or that

At times things threaten to choke me

At times things are there to provoke me

Whether this or that things stay!


Things are sometimes a raging storm

Leaving behind in its wake

Broken hearts and minds


At times things take more than that

Destructive in its impotence

Throwing up broken souls


Sometimes things can be strange

Almost unbelievable

Neither possible nor impossible


Things are possibly an illusion

Things are a matter of perception

A Reflection of anything and everything


Things will change beyond the horizon

Ah! you fool! you can but hope

Things have a pace of their own


At times things threaten to choke me

At times things are there to provoke me

Whether this or that things stay

Monday, 14 February 2011

Ek mulakat

Sadak ke kinare kal raat

Chalte chalte Main thahar gaya tha

Jaham mein kuch jajbat uthe the

Kavita ke bulbule ubhar rahe the


Jab main apni kavita likh raha tha

Woh mere aas paas mandra raha tha

Jab tak khel raha tha woh apne aap se

Main bhi chup tha, magan apne aap mein


Achanak use khelne ka mood aaya

Haule se mere haath pe woh lehraya

Khushi khushi usne ek dankh maara

Khud ki jeet ka mano jhanda pheraya


Aankhen thodi num hui! Uff yeh kya dard hua!

Maine socha meri kavita mein yeh asar tha

Kaash! yeh mera sapna sach hota

Hothon pe aah, maathe pe pasina na hota


Aakhon mein paani samet ke dekha

Ek macchar baitha mere haath pe tha

Mera khoon chuskar... *@$@!

Kha pikar masti mein leta tha


Itna sust ki woh ud bhi na paya

Jab maine ungli tale use dabaya

kitnon ke khoon kee nadi behne lagi

kuch boondein mere khoon kee bhi beh chali


uske nasht hote hi mera raavan so gaya

Tab maine socha iski jagah kaun lega

Kaun mere daye gaal ko sehlayega

Kaun mere baye pair ka jhoola jhoolega


Intejaar kuch naa karna tha mujhe

Palak jhapakne bhar ka faasla tha

Sahi samjha aapne doston.....

Ek naya macchar mere kaan mein

......... Gungunane laga tha!

Sunday, 13 February 2011

A different kinda Dance

Questions .... questions.....

they lead a merry dance....

sometimes a tango and sometimes a waltz


hand in hand they move.....

happy and gay....

pushing and teasing!


listen to the music and the form will change...

try a new form and the music will change...

simple .... and oh so neat!


questions and answers ...

they lie within....

at times in the mind ...

other times in the heart....


questions.... more questions .......

pushing one over the edge...

and happy souls are seen sitting over the ledge...


questions and answers....

they lead a merry dance...

sometimes a tango and sometimes a waltz!

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Rishta

Ek rishta purana

Budhe bargad ki chudail ka

Naani ki kahaniyon ka

Naanaji ke dulaar ka


Ek rishta kitabon se mera

Atoot , Nishabd, Nirantar

Meri saason se jooda hai

Aur dil khol ke lootata hai


Ek mere bachpan ka rishta

Tab bhi jhijhajkta tha aur aaj bhi

Lagatar mujhe milta raha

Do kadam saath chalta raha



Ek rishta bhaybhit saa

Hichkichata aur murjhaya sa

Kabhi dhayrya se aage naa badha

Magar kabhi toot bhi na paya


Ek hai rishton se rishta

Ghanghor baarish mein dhoop sa

Sanvedana ka Intzaar ka

Jinda hone ke ehsaas ka


Ek rishta benaam sa

Meri ruh mein samaya

Mano toh dhadkan ki tarah

Shayad Ishwar ki den tha


Ek rishta kahi kho gaya

Dosti ka, vishwaas ka

Achanak haathon se choot gaya

Aasoon banke palkon mein bus gaya

Sunday, 11 April 2010

The frantic pace and the starved soul!

Its a new space for me to be in! A space where I feel so disconnected from the net these days...
I am wondering if i have reached a saturation point with all the information pouring in...
I am possibly driving myself nuts by too much work on the laptop...
I am tired and need a break on the seas or in highlands somewhere away from the humdrum....

The lure of the cities unknown...
I long to set sail for the lands unseen...
My mind wanders on the roads winding high...
I paint a picture of the valley beyond....

The meandering path beckons me
The trees are lush and tall rushing to meet the sky
I come to the edge only to be spell bound
Awed by the vast expanses

To take the bridge across
Or to descend to the valley below
To embrace the risk on the other side
Or to unfurl the mysteries of the deep
I am undecided, as yet!





Thursday, 17 December 2009

In the moment

The listless wandering mind
The call of the wide seas
The pull of the land
Neither makes sense to me

The ambiguity and indecision
Hand in hand on the wet sand
The restlessness and inactivity
Neither makes sense to me

The desire to take the plunge
Held back by a frustrating need to float
Swaying on the string of insecure security
Neither makes sense to me

A huge tree fallen to ground
Revealing decaying roots
Seemingly arrogant yet so weak

Just when it seemed to be dying
One leaf sprouted defying
Fragile and oozing strength of life

Both make perfect sense to me
Like the circle
Neither a beginning nor an end

I feel free to embrace the confusion
I feel free to chase the closure

Neither bothers me in the moment
I am free!

But have I freed myself?
In the moment

Monday, 12 October 2009

A flower is born


The sky was overcast

The stones dark and dry

Awaiting the downpour


I walked past the crevice

As usual and stopped

There in the recesses

I saw a tiny bud


It was strange

Stone giving birth

It was a moment to behold!


I was drawn to the crevice

Every day! I watched

The bud was inching forward

Growing, acquiring new colours


The progress was slow

The struggle was on

I was anxious

I was scared


Today the bud is out of the crevice

Today the petals are unfolding

Today the core will reveal

Its secrets!


The dew is soothing its pain

As the sun kisses the tip

The breeze infusing new energy

And the bud is transformed


A flower is born

Still green from the pains of birthing

Shy and not fully open

Peeking at me eager and mischievous


I rejoice the new-born

I gaze fondly and I reach out, almost

I realize… the bud needs no help

To blossom!