Monday, December 17, 2012

Poetic Wisdom

                             Mere hisse ki zameen banjar thi, main wakif na tha,
                                 Besabab ilzaam deta raha main barsaat ko.

                                   ~ Akhlaq Mohammed Khan (Shahryar)

                 

                       My share of land was barren, unaware, I kept incessantly blaming the rain.


Sunday, August 14, 2011

Good Morning



चंदा मामा सो गए, सुरज चाचू जागे 
देखो पकड़ो यारों, घडी के कांटे भागे
  एक  कहानी ख़तम तो दूजी शूरू हो गई मामू


A morning moment through my lens. Wondering what would the morning be like if the Sun had an alarm clock on snooze.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Rise of the Planet of the Apes


Rise of the Planet of the Ape:-Love affection,pride,greed... all the emotions with a very touching story. I cannot stop myself falling in love with Caesar. A movie that leaves you with so many questions to ponder about. Some of my friends didn't like it but for me the movie experience was captivating and made me to empathize with the apes and other animals that we separate from their natural habitat.



Friday, April 29, 2011

Will never do it again...


You arrived as usual like a true friend, but I unintentionally ignored you. I was more interested in wandering through the old alleys, and relishing the old moments gone by.

You waited for me giving me hints, trying to woo me,  but I kept ignoring you. I was so deep engrossed in my own world that i didn't realize when you left the room.  By the time I found my folly you had gone, leaving me alone.

Now sitting on the window sill, I await you "Oh my dear sleep", please come and embrace me, I am distressed by my mistake, and will never do it again.




Saturday, April 23, 2011

Resurrection




  It has endured the summer parched and bare
  On return of the rains
  Lost strength is gaining shape 

 And courage prevails yet again

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Poems to me - Now and then

During the school days, I read, understood and prepared myself for question & answers (for good marks) but never enjoyed the poems or stories as much as I do now, when I reread the same poems and stories. I feel at that age I was not mature enough to comprehend fully their style and meaning. What I largely saw was that the students as well as the teachers were only interested in completing the syllabus as soon as possible.

Another reason for not having enjoyed literature so well during the school days is that it was mostly studied and crammed during intense time pressure of exams and tests. Because of this  I was hardly able to appreciate the beauty and greatness of many of these poems.

One of the other big reason is that there was no general encouragement for studying languages and parents were mostly after subjects like maths and pure sciences. Literature was the bad boy. I do not know if the situation in schools has changed. Its a pity if as a society we stop appreciating these great forms of art that add and contribute so much to our life.

Monday, April 11, 2011

The garden keeper



He waters the thirsty soil in the sweltering heat
I've heard him singing hymns,
while plowing  the soil, and sowing the seeds,
 and nurturing  the saplings under the shiny sun

Twinkle in his eyes like the dewdrops of the grass blades
folds of his skin like the bark of an old tree
he hums along as the robin sings
 and beams like the sunflower as the honeybees dance
the old gardener lives his garden

One season evolves into another
small plants turn into big trees
but his work continues on
unrelenting  and never ending

His back has bowed, bent like a fruit laden tree
he is gone old like the corner oak tree
but the scent of the flowers, the cool breeze
and the soothing shade of the garden
rejuvenates him and keeps him going

Friday, April 8, 2011

जनतन्त्र का जन्म

सदियों की ठंढी-बुझी राख सुगबुगा उठी,
मिट्टी सोने का ताज पहन इठलाती है;
दो राह,समय के रथ का घर्घर-नाद सुनो,
सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।

जनता?हां,मिट्टी की अबोध मूरतें वही,
जाडे-पाले की कसक सदा सहनेवाली,
जब अंग-अंग में लगे सांप हो चुस रहे
तब भी न कभी मुंह खोल दर्द कहनेवाली।

जनता?हां,लंबी - बडी जीभ की वही कसम,
"जनता,सचमुच ही, बडी वेदना सहती है।"
"सो ठीक,मगर,आखिर,इस पर जनमत क्या है?"
'है प्रश्न गूढ़ जनता इस पर क्या कहती है?"

मानो,जनता ही फूल जिसे अहसास नहीं,
जब चाहो तभी उतार सजा लो दोनों में;
अथवा कोई दूधमुंही जिसे बहलाने के
जन्तर-मन्तर सीमित हों चार खिलौनों में।

लेकिन होता भूडोल, बवंडर उठते हैं,
जनता जब कोपाकुल हो भृकुटि चढाती है;
दो राह, समय के रथ का घर्घर-नाद सुनो,
सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।

हुंकारों से महलों की नींव उखड़ जाती,
सांसों के बल से ताज हवा में उड़ता है,
जनता की रोके राह,समय में ताव कहां?
वह जिधर चाहती,काल उधर ही मुड़ता है।

अब्दों, शताब्दियों, सहस्त्राब्द का अंधकार
बीता;गवाक्ष अंबर के दहके जाते हैं;
यह और नहीं कोई,जनता के स्वप्न अजय
चीरते तिमिर का वक्ष उमड़ते जाते हैं।

सब से विराट जनतंत्र जगत का आ पहुंचा,
तैंतीस कोटि-हित सिंहासन तय करो
अभिषेक आज राजा का नहीं,प्रजा का है,
तैंतीस कोटि जनता के सिर पर मुकुट धरो।

आरती लिये तू किसे ढूंढता है मूरख,
मन्दिरों, राजप्रासादों में, तहखानों में?
देवता कहीं सड़कों पर गिट्टी तोड़ रहे,
देवता मिलेंगे खेतों में, खलिहानों में।

फावड़े और हल राजदण्ड बनने को हैं,
धूसरता सोने से श्रृंगार सजाती है;
दो राह,समय के रथ का घर्घर-नाद सुनो,
सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।

~ रामधारी सिंह "दिनकर"

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Story of Fanne and Anne



There were two girls in Rome
who lived away from home
one was called Fanne
another one called Anne
Fanne endlessly wrote blogs
while Anne took care of their dogs

Soon as Fanne finished writing
she would call Anne for sighting
Anne used to know of this inviting
and regularly went into hiding
Often this led to a big fighting

to solve this trouble
they went to a wise man with a stubble
who asked Fanne to stop writing
this to Anne was purely delighting.

Fanne and Anne lived happlily ever after
their hearts full of frolic and laughter