Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Waking


A Window by Neha

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.


We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.


- T. Roethke

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Like A Lone Cloud

Lone Cloud by mytimemachine

Like a lone cloud,
separated from his flock
(clouds do have a cloudy flock, which you too
will see if you look up at the sky long enough)

Like a lone cloud,
separated from his flock
Floating on with determination
to become cool rain on a hot summer day
Or maybe to evaporate
as mystery mist of a distant winter night

Like a lone cloud,
separated from his flock
You were destined
to rain or evaporate depending
on your handmade stars

- Neha

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

An Idoll

An idol and a doll -
Living under the same sky
Living in a parallel universe

It was her beloved idol
Above everything else in the world,
Not a soul-less thing
cut out in some common stone

It was to him just a doll
"An idollized doll", he liked to say
A doll she liked to look up to
For where would she go
without a vision of something better,
without a hope for the hopeless,
without a chance of redemption,
without a silent agreement with the universe
that his doll, her idol will be looking out for her?
She was his idol

"He can't see what I see', she liked to think
And so it remained
An idol and a doll -
Living under the same sky
Living in a parallel universe

- Neha

Monday, July 09, 2012

Dasht-e-Tanhaai

dasht-e-tanhaai mein, ai jaan-e-jahaan, larzaan hain 
In the desert of my solitude, oh love of my life, quiver
teri avaaz ke saaye, 
the shadows of your voice,
tere honthon ke saraab 
the mirage of your lips
dasht-e-tanhaai mein, 
In the desert of my solitude,
duri ke khas-o-khaak tale
beneath the dust and ashes of distance
khil rahe hain tere pehlu ke saman aur gulaab
bloom the jasmines and roses of your proximity
uht rahi hai kahin qurbat se 
From somewhere very close,
teri saans ki aanch 
rises the warmth of your breath
apani khushbuu mein sulagti hui 
smouldering in its own aroma,
maddham maddham 
slowly, bit by bit.
dur ufaq par chamakati hui 
far away, across the horizon, glistens
qatra qatra
drop by drop
gir rahi hai teri dil daar nazar ki shabnam 
the falling dew of your beguiling glance
is qadar pyaar se hai jaan-e jahaan rakkhaa hai 
With such tenderness, O love of my life,
dil ke rukhsaar pe 
on the cheek of my heart,
is vaqt teri yaad ne haath
has your memory placed its hand right now
yun guman hota hai 
that it looks as if
garche hai abhi subah-e-firaaq
(though it’s still the dawn of adieu)
dhal gaya hijr ka din 
the sun of separation has set
aa bhi gaye vasl ki raat 
and the night of union has arrived.
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz
(Translated by Ayesha Kaljuvee)
Can't quite decide which rendition is my favorite, they are all beautiful: 

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Music and Dreams



We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

- Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy 

The Pedestal

"Up" by Neha
The pedestal was high,
High in the sky,
Sky above all earthy things to hold,
Hold beyond gravity's magnetic folds.

The pedestal was high,
High as his image
Image of her perfection,
Perfection like a falcon's flight,
Flight beyond any earthy plight

The pedestal was high,
High was the seat,
Seat away from the messy dirty earth,
Earth she craved to hold in her hands,
Hands pointing half above, half below

The pedestal was high,
High she remained,
Remained with a wish for a handful of earth,
Earth with her roots and stories of fallen stars.

The pedestal was high
High it remained

- Neha

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Dancing

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."-Friedrich Nietzsche