Saturday, March 26, 2011

Exclamation met Question


[Curtainraiser: Once upon a line, at no ordinary secret meeting of punctuations... ]

Mr.exclamation met Ms.question
at the corner of a big wide margin

He said we both share a dot
Which is not a full stop
Let's also not forget
Same tattoo called mark

Your dot is so very curious
My dot refuses to be taken serious
Your dot a con named fuse
My dot a mouse named muse

Your dot says but why
My dot says my my
Your dot is the door to the key
My dot a mad scientist's eureka sea

Your dot chased by a curve
My dot dropped by a line
Your dot a song of enigma
My dot a dance of charisma

Questionmark jumped
She said: Oh exclamation
Don't you see
truth of you and me?

Your song and my dance
My curve and your line
Your sea and my key
My why and your my

Your muse and my fuse
My curious and your south of serious
Your mark and my mark
My dot and your dot

Maybe it was meant to be
First me and then you
Turning over page by page
Answer to curious cat called sage!

[ Curtain falls: You see,
In this game of life's
many many punctuations
It takes many many iterations
of questions and exclamations ]

-Neha

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Come dance with me

"Fire" by Neha

Come dance with me
As morning dew drop
As afternoon rustle
As evening breeze
As night rain
Come dance

Come dance with me
As open arms
As starry eyes
As swirling water
As silent ocean
Come dance

Come dance with me
As ocean blue
As dessert hue
As rainforest leaf
As bird of paradise
Come dance

Come dance with me
As no one's watching
As a page from a dream
As a neverending story
As an eternal song
Come dance

-Neha

Monday, March 21, 2011

Nasadiya: The hym of creation

"The Hym" by Neha


There was neither non-existence nor existence then.
There was neither the realm of space nor the sky which is beyond.
What stirred?
Where?
In whose protection?
Was there water, bottlemlessly deep?

There was neither death nor immortality then.
There was no distinguishing sign of night nor of day.
That One breathed, windless, by its own impulse.
Other than that there was nothing beyond.

Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning,
with no distinguishing sign, all this was water.
The life force that was covered with emptiness,
that One arose through the power of heat.

Desire came upon that One in the beginning,
that was the first seed of mind.
Poets seeking in their heart with wisdom
found the bond of existence and non-existence.

Their cord was extended across.
Was there below?
Was there above?
There were seed-placers, there were powers.
There was impulse beneath, there was giving forth above.

Who really knows?
Who will here proclaim it?
Whence was it produced?
Whence is this creation?
The gods came afterwards, with the creation of this universe.
Who then knows whence it has arisen?

Whence this creation has arisen
- perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not -
the One who looks down on it,
in the highest heaven, only He knows
or perhaps even He does not know.

- Rig Veda

Translation by Wendy Doniger O'Flaherty. From the Book "The Rig Veda - Anthology"

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Between Heaven and Earth

" Between " by Neha

Between heaven and earth
meet me somewhere
where I can touch
the brown earth
and the green grass,
where I can hold the
clouds in my hands
stretched out in an
open prayer to blue grey
orange and pink skys
meet me where you
can still be in my grasp
Between heaven and earth

-Neha

Whoever brought me here

"The Keeper" by Neha


All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

- Rumi , Translation by Coleman Barks

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Story of the Song

"On a fine thread" by Neha


Do you know the
Story of the Song?
Where it began
In whose mind?
In whose eyes?
In whose touch?

Do you know the
Story of the Song?
Who sang it?
Who looked for its unformed lines?
Who held it gently as it swung by?
Who called it on a moonlit night?

Do you know the
Story of the Song?
How it blossomed?
From a feeling
to a thought
to a word
written in short lived ink?

Do you know the
Story of the Song ?
Which eardrums it will pass through?
Which soul on a spring afternoon
it will stir ?
Which door it will open?

Are you listening?
For the song?
For the Story of the Song?
For the Song of the story?

-Neha

Aayi Zanjeer Ki Jhankar

" Thinking of Razia" by Neha


Khudaa khair karey
Aayi zanjeer ki jhankaar Khudaa khair karey
Dil huaa kiskaa giraftaar Khudaa khair karey
Aayi zanjeer ki jhankaar

Jaaney ye kaun meri rooh ko chhookar guzraa
Jaaney ye kaun
Jaaney ye kaun meri rooh ko chhookar guzraa
Ek qayaamat huyi bedaar
Ek qayaamat huyi bedaar
Khudaa Khair karey

Lamhaa lamhaa meri aankhon mein khinchi jaati hai
Lamhaa lamhaa meri aankhon mein khinchi jaati hai
Ek chamakti huyi talwaar Khudaa Khair karey
Ek chamakti huyi talwaar

Dil hua kiska giraftar khuda khair karey
Aayi zanjeer ki jhankar

Khoon dil kaa na chhalak jaaye kahin aankhon se
Khoon dil kaa na chhalak jaaye meri aankhon se
ho na jaaye kahin izhaar
ho na jaaye kahin izhaar
ho na jaaye kahin izhaar Khudaa khair kare

- From the Hindi movie " Razia Sultana", Lyrics by Jaan Nissar Akhtar, Sung by Kabban Mirza, Music by Khayyam

Learn more about this ghazal's story at : http://tinyurl.com/4fq56c8 .Incidentally, I recently visited Razia Sultana's (debated) tomb and today bumped into this otherworldly song from the movie "Razia Sultana"... serendipity - as usual!

Listen to this beautiful ghazal in Kabban Mirza's voice at : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKlFQMXQ694