Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Buy Me a Lego Set

Ladder to the Moon by Georgia O'Keeffe (1958)

I want to make a ladder to the moon
Starting from my bedroom window

I want to spray paint the moon bright red
When the ladder takes me there

I want to make a smily face on moon
Tracing my fingers in circles in sand

I want to bring some star dust for you
Which I will dig out with my own hands

I want to come back and sleep in my room
Taking the ladder I made to the moon

Buy me a Lego set
I want to make a ladder to the moon


Monday, May 30, 2011

To Tree

On my walk today
I met a green tree.
She was hundred years
older than me

- Neha


"Two Lamps and a Moon" by Neha

There are many roads to Rome
And there are many Romes

Where will you roam?


Morning Moon Turns to Sun

"To the other side" by Neha

Cracked zebra crossing
paint waits for cotton candy steps to fall;
Yellow necked bird sings on pine tree above the
cracked zebra crossing paint; Half blue half grey clouds float
above the pine tree; Her eyes drift above the half blue half grey
clouds; Morning moon suddenly turns to


Saturday, May 28, 2011


The Walk, Lady with a Parasol by Claude Monet ( 1875 )

She became fifty years
older in one single year

Days that seemed moments before
now became one thousand years


Friday, May 27, 2011

Love on the Red Line

I heard two young lovers sitting behind me on
an afternoon train ride on the red line

Train passed the underground tunnel
Their reflection in glass window bounced in my eyes
Young lovers lost in each other's arms
on an afternoon train ride on the red line

They kissed hurriedly as young lovers often do
They giggled at coded private jokes
They repeated every time train driver's muffled
voice called the next station name out loud

To all young lovers in all the afternoon
trains on all the colored lines
I make a silent wish : I don't know your station
or if you will be sharing a train ride 20 years from now
But enjoy this journey while it lasts
and many more to come till your very last stop

- Neha

The more I walk

One Step by Neha

The more I walk
The shorter the distances seem

The shorter the distances seem
The more I walk


Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Nomad Flute

To Music by Neha

You that sang to me once sing to me now
let me hear your long lifted note
survive with me
the star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
do you hear me

do you still hear me
does your air
remember you
o breath of morning
night song morning song
I have with me
all that I do not know
I have lost none of it

but I know better now
than to ask you
where you learned that music
where any of it came from
once there were lions in China

I will listen until the flute stops
and the light is old again

- W.S. Merwin from " In The Shadow of Sirius"

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Silence of the Night

The Painter to the Moon by Marc Chagall (1917)

Silence of the night
Heartbeat of refrigerator
Hurried breath of air conditioner
Humming of tropical ceiling fan
Ocean wave song of highway lane
Sigh somewhere around the town
Obscure snore rumble next door
Tick tock of sea shell wall clock
Lub dub beat of my heart
Funny how silence of the night
also has a voice


Friday, May 20, 2011

Clean Your House

Harmony in Red by Henri Matisse ( 1908)

Don't sit as any other day day after day
Go clean your house
Are there untouched unseen cobwebs in the corner?
Are there storage room doors you haven't
dared to open in a long time?
Are there places you won't go without your soft
velvet slippers?
Are there art pieces from long forgotten travels
eating dust?
Are you always sitting on your favorite worn out chair ?
Are you staring at the same crowded wall?
Are you waiting for the spring garden to grow
on its own?
Don't sit as any other day day after day
Go clean your house.
The one inside your head and out.

- Neha

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Born on a Monday Morning

The Wanderers by Pablo Picasso (1932)

He was born on a Monday morning
Neighbor's alarm snoozed six times
Streets freshly swept
Grass moist as ocean spray
Lunch packed in a rush
School children run to yellow bus
Roads dotted with office traffic
Silent revolts against life in a box
Sweet memory of Saturday
Long wait for Friday
Sunday always short
Stock market stampede
New news cycle seems old
Longest day of the week

He was born on a Monday morning

And like a Monday Morning
was rest of his life
Memory of Saturday
Wait for Friday
Put on snooze
again and again


Saturday, May 07, 2011

Wild Geese

The Village of Prades by Joan Miró ( 1917 )

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

- Mary Oliver

Monday, May 02, 2011

Dard ka hudd se guzarna

Pollard Willows with Setting Sun by Van Gogh - 1888

Ishrate qatrah hai, dariya mein fana ho jana
Dard ka hudd se guzarna hee dawa ho jana

Tujh se qismat mein reri soorate qafle abjad
Tha likha, baat ke bante hi juda ho jana

Dil hua kashmakash charai zahmat mein tamam
Mit gaya ghisne mein is uqdey ka wa ho jana

Ab jafa se bhi hain mahroom hum allah allah!
Is qader dushmane arbabe wafa ho jana!

Zof se giryah mubaddil bah dam serd hawa
Bawer aaya hamein pani ka hawa ho jana

Dil se mitna teri angusht hinaee ka khayal
Ho gaya gosht se nakhun ka zuda ho jana

Hai mujhe abre bahari ka baras ker khulna
Rote rote game furqat mein fana ho jana

Gar nahin nikhate gul ko tere koche ki hawas
Kiyon hai girde rahe jolane saba ho jana

Bakhshe hain jalwai gul joshe tamasha Ghalib!
Chashm ko chahiye her rang mein wa ho jana

Taki tujh per khule ajaz hawai saiqal
Daikh bersatmein sabz aiene ka ho jana

- Mirza Ghalib

Key to urdu words: Ishrat- heartfelt wish (desire), qatrah- drop of water , fana- to get destroyed (mit jana)

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Ek bass tu hi nahee

Southern Gardens by Paul Klee ( 1936)

Ek bass tu hi nahin mujhse khafa ho baitha
Mainey jo sang taraasha tha khuda ho baitha

Uth ke manzil hi agar aaye to shayad kuchh ho
Shauq-E-Manzil to mera aablaa-pa ho baitha

Masalaht cheen gayi quwwat-e-guftaar magar
Kuchh na kehna hee mera meri kata ho baitha

Shukriya ai mere qaatil ai masiha merey
Zehar jo tuney diya tha wo dawa ho baitha

Jaan-e-shahazaad ko min-jumlaa-e-ada pa kar
Huuk wo utthi ki ji tan se juda ho baitha

- Farhat Shehzad

Key to urdu words: Khafa: Angry, Annoyed, Displeased, Sang: Stone, Taraashaa: Carving ; Shauq-e-Manzil: Eager search of the goal/destination, Aabalaa-paa: Blistered Feet;Maslehat: Public interest, a thing that is right or wrong, Cheen-na: Snatching, Quvvat: Strength, Guftaar: Conversation, Discourse, Speech, Talk, Quvvat-e-Guftaar: Strength of Speech, Sadaa: Sound, Tone, Voice, Qaatil: Killer, Masihaa: God ( as Christ) , Zehar : Poison, Dawa: Medicine , Shehzad: A reference to the poet, Farhat Shehzad, Min-jumla-e-ada: fragile state, Huuk: shooting pain ( translation thanks to Ek Fankaar )

Notes: Listen to beautiful renditions of this ghazal on YouTube by Abida Parveen and Mehdi Hassan

Rabbit's Habit

Ciurana, The Path by Joan Miró ( 1917 )

What if rabbit had a habit?
What if habit hopped like rabbit?

What if once upon a time there was a line?
Was if line wanted to rest some time?

What if sky wanted to step down to earth?
What if earth said sky you make me full of mirth?

What if oasis said I exist because of desert?
What if dessert said my existence is an oasis?

What if fruit made the seed sprout?
What if sprout said fruit can I know you inside out?

What if heart touched what eyes can't see?
What if eyes gave heart an unseen sight?

What if island was the heart of twirling ocean?
What if twirling ocean was unaware of island within?

What if ping pong ball was a zen cat in motion?
What if cat was curious about ping pong karma lotion?

What if solid dreamt of having a liquid volume?
What if liquid wondered what will solid cube assume?

What if ice wanted to warm up for coming winter?
What if winter waited to wear the ice sweater?

What if puppet said I want to know my own thread?
What if thread said in you puppet my being is embed

- Neha

Red Meets Blue

Irises in Claude Monet's Garden at Giverny (1900)

Red is feeling blue
for what was left behind

Blue is feeling red
for all that lies ahead

A little blue, a little red
This day, as life , is violet


NaPoWriMo Daily Prompt #30:Choose a color and write a poem from that color’s perspective.

Listen with your heart

Song of Songs III by Marc Chagall (1960)

With your ears you hear
the voice, background and rhythm
Listen with your heart to hear
the magic, mirth and unison