Friday, December 24, 2010

पंछी

उड़ान - नेहा


पंछी तू उड़ जा
उड़ जा रे तू पंछी,
हवाओं में उड़ जा
गुफाओं में उड़ जा

उड़ जा...

पंछी तू उड़ जा
उड़ जा रे तू पंछी,
तू जहाँ जाएगा
मै तेरे पीछे पीछे
आऊँगी

पीछे पीछे आऊँगी..

तुझे फिज़ाओं से,
नजारों से ,
गुफाओं की
दीवारों से

फिर वापस ले
आऊँगी ,
उड़ जा पंछी
तू उड़ जा

उड़ जा...

- नेहा

Thursday, December 16, 2010

If a country was a person

"The Pull" by Neha


If a country was a person
What would she be like?
or would it be he?
(Personal bias intervenes
with the poet and she
makes it a she!)

So let's repeat..

If a country was a person
What would she be like?

Would she be kind and gentle?
or would she be hard
through all that she's
been through?
The short summer, longer
autumn and longest winter?
A master, a mate or maybe a dove?

Would she look wise
with her lovely silver hair
and gentle ocean eyes?
or would she cover herself
with artificial colors, botox
and darkest glasses in town?

Would she keep
thinking of the swing on
one thousand year old mango tree ?
The good, the bad and the ugly?
Or would she open the
window to let morning breeze in?

Would she talk of love
in the time of cholera or
one hundred years of solitude
or communion or wars
or a distant lullaby?
Or would she sing
a never heard song?

Would she listen
as mother's do the
happenings at play school?
or would she be in
a hurry to tell her favorite
fairytale ?

Would she see a new
writing on the wall?
or would she see
that along the curves
the world goes on?
or maybe stairway straight to
rabbit hole under her bed?

Would she breath deep
and long?
or would she struggle to catchup
with her own breath?
or will she be looking
for a flavored fresh air bar?

Would she be able to
look at her own feet?
pedicured legs and
shoes with high heel?
or will the belly come in between?

Would she drink tap water,
whisky, beer or wine?
or some lemon, honey
with dash of herbal tea?
or home made fruit
juice will do?

Would she like to wake
up to coffee in bed with
some mozart and fresh daisies in
round yellow flower pot?
or would she check the news
to see what's been breaking
since she went early to bed?

Would she trust
knowing that it might go bust?
or her baggage would she scan
and check and rescan?
or would she look for
a train called hope at
the very next station?

If a country was a person
What would she be like?
What would she like?
What little pearl
would you whisper
in her ears?

-Neha

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Butterfly's Dream

"Butterflies still danced" by Neha

What if life was
a butterfly's dream?

What if we were living
in belly of a giant?

What if hope was a dragonfly
sealed in amber of your heart?

What if a miracle said
please write my script?

What if universe was
a star's passing thought?

What if speed of light
was within reach?

What if we knew
the beginning of beginning?

What if there was a
unified theory of theory?

What if a history professor
wanted to live in the present?

What if an actor
wanted to be himself?

What if what
was the how?

What if how
was the what?

What if man in the mirror
wanted to come out?

What if the butterfly
was a rainbow's dream?

-Neha

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Yoon na mil

" Splash" by Neha


Yoon na mil mujh se khafa ho Jaise
Sath chal mauj-e-saba ho Jaise

Log yoon dekh ke hans dete hain
Tu mujhe bhool gaya Ho jaise

Ishq ko shirk ki hudd tak na barha
Yoon na mil humsey khuda ho Jaise

Maut bhee aaye to iss naaz ke sath
Mujh pe ehsaan kiya ho Jaise

Aise anjaan baney baithey ho
Tum ko kuch pata bhi na ho jaise

Hichkiyan raat ko aati hi Raheen
Tuney phir yaad kiya Ho jaise

Zindagi beet rahi hai "daanish"
Ek bejurm saza ho jaise

-Ehsaan Danish

Listen to this lovely ghazal by Mehdi Hassan at : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQDgokpsFoc

Monday, December 13, 2010

Lines by a Person of Quality

"The Reader" by Neha

Fluttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart,
I a slave in thy dominions,
Nature must give way to art.

Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
See my weary days consuming,
All beneath yon flowery rocks.

Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping,
Mourned Adonis, darling youth:
Him the boar, in silence creeping,
Gored with unrelenting tooth.

Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Discretion, tune the lyre;
Soothe my ever-waking slumbers;
Bright Apollo, lend thy choir.

Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,
Armed in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the crystal mirrors,
Watering soft Elysian plains.

Mournful Cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Morpheus, hovering o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.

Melancholy, smooth Mæander,
Swiftly purling in a round,
On thy margin lovers wander
With thy flowery chaplets crowned.

Thus when Philomela, drooping,
Softly seeks her silent mate,
So the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to fate.

-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Ode to some yellow flowers

" Some yellow flower" by Neha


Against the blue moving its own blue,
the sea, and against the sky,
some yellow flowers.

October arrives.

And though it may be
so important for the sea to unroll
its myth, its mission, its yeast-like inspiration,
there explodes
over the sand the gold
of a single yellow plant
and your eyes
are fixed
on the ground,
they flee from the great sea and its rhythms.

We are and will be dust.

Not air, not fire, nor water
but
earth,
only earth
we will be
and maybe also
some yellow flowers.

- Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Riddle of the World

" The Glory" by Neha

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of mankind is man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks to little, or too much;
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself, abused or disabused;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all,
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world.

- Alexander Pope

Monday, November 29, 2010

Where the sidewalk ends

" Rabbit Hole" by Neha

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein

Sunday, November 14, 2010

He wishes for the cloths of heaven

"Wheat Field with Cypresses" by Vincent Van Gogh


HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- W.B. Yeats

I love this beautiful recital from the movie " 84 Charing Cross Road" on YouTube : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNeq7Dakv_k&feature=related

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Jo tera tha

"Droplets" by Neha

Jo maal tera tha kal tak wo ab paraye ka hai
Yahi rivaz mere shahar ki saraye ka hai

Isiliye to musalsal shikast khate hai
Hamari fauj main senapati kiraye ka hai

Jo doston ki tarah milta hai andhere main
Wohi ujala to dushman hamare saaye ka hai

Dikhai deta hai jo bhediye ke honthon par
Wo laal doodh hamari safed gaaye ka hai

Sharif log bhi 'rahat' se milne julne lage
Wo ab sharab ka aashiq nahi hai chaaye ka hai

- Rahat Indori

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Idea of You

"Raindance" by Neha

Its you
or maybe
the idea of you

the idea of you
or maybe
its you

- Neha

I do not love you

"Fluid " by Neha

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Pablo Neruda ( Translated from Cien Sonetos de Amor - 100 Love Sonnets )

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A child said, what is grass?

" Greenplay" by Neha

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and
from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps,
And here you are the mother's laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old
mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and
children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Naseeb Aasmaney ke Din aa Gaye

"Red" by Neha

naseeb aazamaaney ke din aa rahe hain
qareeb un ke aaney ke din aa rahe hain

jo dil se kahaa hai jo dil se sunaa hai
sab un ko sunaane ke din aa rahe hain

abhii se dil-o-jaa.N sar-e-raah rakh do
ke lutane lutaane ke din aa rahe hain

Tapakaney lagii un nigaahon se mastii
nigaahe.n churaane ke din aa rahe hain

sabaa phir hamein poochtee phir rahii hai
chaman ko sajaaney ke din aa rahe hain

chalo "Faiz" phir se kahii.n dil lagaayen
sunaa hai thikaaney ke din aa rahe hai.n

- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

असर उसको ज़रा नहीं होता

असर उसको ज़रा नहीं होता
रंज राह्तफ़ज़ा नहीं होता

तुम हमारे किसी तरह न हुए
वरना दुनिया में क्या नहीं होता

नारसाई से दम रुके तो रुके
मैं किसी से ख़फ़ा नहीं होता

तुम मेरे पास होते हो गोया
जब कोई दूसरा नहीं होता

हाल-ए-दिल यार को लिखूं क्यूं कर
हाथ दिल से जुदा नहीं होता

दामन उसका जो है दराज़ तो हो
दस्ते आशिक़ रसा नहीं होता

किसको है ज़ौक़-ए-तल्ख़्कामी लैक
जंग बिन कुछ मज़ा नहीं होता

चारा-ए-दिल सिवाए सब्र नहीं
सो तुम्हारे सिवा नहीं होता

क्यों सुने अर्ज़-ए-मुज़्तर ऐ मोमिन
सनम आख़िर ख़ुदा नहीं होता

- मोमिन

Monday, November 01, 2010

Secret Garden

"Secret Garden" by Neha for BloomBars


Secret garden
of your heart
calls you to sing
your very own song

Hidden in flora and fauna
of your mind
is a beautiful rhyme
only you can find

Secret garden
of your heart
calls tin pot by window
and handful of earth

Garden of roses
highway of cactus
leaves of grass
choose as you like

Secret garden
of your heart
calls you to change
the world

So many treasures
in this garden
a neverending story
in all its glory

Secret garden
of your heart
calls you to plant
seed small as a dot

open your heart
a circle a line at a time
garden blooms
into evergreen vine

-Neha

Dream Bloom

"We bloom" by Neha for BloomBars


In my dreams
flowers bloom
birds dance
fireflies giggle

In my dreams
cotton clouds float
slow motion moves
tin foil soldiers talk

In my dreams
geometry is a
symmetrical
tree of asymmetry

In my dreams
strangers embrace
sunshine rhymes
jingles mingle

In my dreams
muses multiply
words are silent
honey rains

In my dreams
imperfect line says
i am a perfect
piece of paradise

In my dreams
center is everywhere
circumference
nowhere

In my dreams
accordion plays on
lady bug gives hugs
space and time merge

In my dreams
colors keep running
into one another as
a kaleidoscope painter

In my dreams
horse with no name
runs in blue skies
with ballerina daisy

In my dreams
serendipity rules
without any rules
beginnings are endless

In my dreams
turquoise color day
meets deep blue nights
with red fire of heart

In my dreams
left is equal to
right is equal to
being anywhere you like

In my dreams
we look the same
door bell rings
custom love song

On soft pillow of wonder
How do you bloom?

-Neha

Friday, October 29, 2010

The World below the Brine

" below the brine" by Neha

The world below the brine,
Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes, and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling close to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sea-leopard, and the sting-ray,
Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths, breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like us who walk this sphere,
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.

- Walt Whitman

Monday, October 25, 2010

in time of daffodils

"Potpourri " by Neha

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

- E E Cummings

Friday, October 22, 2010

To You

" On the road" by Neha


STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Monday, October 18, 2010

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- E E Cummings

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Dosti jab kisi se ki jaye

" To the other side" by Neha


Dosti jab kisi se ki jaye
Dushmanon ki bhi raye li jaye

Maut ka zahar hai fizaon may
Ab kahan ja ke sans li jaye

Bas isi soch may hun duba hua
Ye nadi kaise par ki jaye

Mere mazi ke zakhm bharane lage
Aj phir koi bhul ki jaye

Botalen khol ke to pi barason
Aj dil khol ke bhi pi jaye

- Rahat Indori

Oh! The Places You'll Go

See image information below!

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.....

.....You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

- by the incomparable Dr. Seuss

I read " Oh, the places you'll go" thanks to my very dear friend from South Africa and I can't thank her enough. One of the most beautiful and profound piece of writing undercover as a Children's book! Incidentally, the first book by Dr.Seuss that I've read happens to be the last book that Dr.Seuss wrote. Sometimes doors open backwards! Read it here: http://www.teamhope.com/seuss.htm

Image Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Oh,_the_Places_You%27ll_Go.jpg

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Log har mor pe

"Pause" by Neha

log har mor pe ruk ruk k sambhalte kyun hain
itna darte hain to phir ghar se nikalte kyun hain

main na jugnu hun diya hun na koi tara hun
roshni wale mere nam se jalte kyun hain

nind se mera talluq hi nahin barson se
khwab a a k meri chat pe tahalte kyun hain

mor hota hai jawani ka sambhalne k liye
aur sab log yahin ak phisalte kyun hain

- Rahat Indori

Thursday, October 14, 2010

In the meantime

"Time goes by" by Neha

In the meantime
life sings on
colors change
leaves fall to revive

In the meantime
here I am
a new person
or maybe just the same

In the meantime
ten thousand words
are spoken
many pages turned

In the meantime
line becomes a square
a dot a circle
blue sky the purple rain

In the meantime
milky way expands
moon goes around
sun a million times

In the meantime
river runs into ocean
or maybe ocean
becomes many rivers

In the meantime
here we are
all at once - again
on many planes

-Neha

Friday, October 08, 2010

Creating, yet not

" Intersection" by Neha

Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty only because there is ugliness.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.

Therefore having and not having arise together.
Difficult and easy complement each other.
Long and short contrast each other:
High and low rest upon each other;
Voice and sound harmonize each other;
Front and back follow one another.

Therefore the sage goes about doing nothing, teaching no-talking.
The ten thousand things rise and fall without cease,
Creating, yet not.
Working, yet not taking credit.
Work is done, then forgotten.
Therefore it lasts forever.

- Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching