Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Marte hain aarzoo mein

Ahalya by A.Ramachandran 
koi umeed bar nahin aati
koi soorat nazar nahin aati

maut ka ek din mu'ayyan hai
neend kyun raat bhar nahi aati

aage aati thi haal-e-dil pe hasee
aab kisi baat par nahi aati

jaanta hoon sawaab-e-taa'at-o-zahad
par tabiyat idhar nahin aati

hai kuch aisee hi baat jo chup hoon
warna kya baat kar nahin aati?

kyon na cheekhon ki yaad karate hain
mere awaaz gar nahin aati

daag-e-dil gar nazar nahin aata
boo bhi aye chaaraagar! nahin aati

hum wahan hain jahaan se humko bhi
kuch humari khabar nahin aati

marte hain aarzoo mein marne ki
maut aati hai par nahin aati

kaaba'a kis munh se jaaoge 'ghalib'
sharm tumko magar nahin aati 

- Mirza Ghalib 

Ishq mastana

Rituals of lal dhaga by A. Ramachandran 
Haman hai ishq mastana,
Haman ko hoshiyari kya?
Rahe azad ya jag mein,
Haman duniya se yaari kya?

Jo bichude hain piyare se,
Bhatakte dar badar phirte,
Hamara yaar hai humme,
Haman ko intazaari kya?

Na pal bichude piya hum se,
Na hum bichude piyare se
Unhi se neh laga hai,
Haman ko bekarari kya?

Kabira ishq ka mata,
Dui ko dur kar dil se.
Jo chalna rah nazuk hai,
Haman sar bojh bhari kya?

- Kabir 

जब यार देखा नैन भर

Lány by Amrita Sher-Gil (1936)
जब यार देखा नैन भर दिल की गई चिंता उतर
ऐसा नहीं कोई अजब राखे उसे समझाए कर।


तू तो हमारा यार है, तुझ पर हमारा प्यार है
तुझे दोस्ती बिसियार है एक शब मिलो तुम आय कर।


खुसरो कहै बातें ग़ज़ब, दिल में न लावे कुछ अजब
कुदरत  खुदा की है अजब, जब जिव दिया गुल लाय कर।


अमीर ख़ुसरौ 

Monday, October 06, 2014

Messenger

Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh 
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

- Mary Oliver (Thanks Margaux)

Friday, October 03, 2014

Ask nothing, refuse nothing

Whatever happens, whatever
What is is, is what
I want. Nothing else. But this.

- R.S. Thomas

The Double Realm

Only he who lifts his lyre
in the Underworld as well
may come back
to praising, endlessly.

Only he who has eaten
the food of the dead
will make music so clear
that even the softest tone is heard.

Though the reflection in the pool
often ripples away,
take the image within you.

Only in the double realm
do our voices carry
all they can say.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday, October 02, 2014

Gypsy Woman's Love Song

Vahine no te vi by Paul Gauguin 
I a part you
I apart you

You a part me
You apart me

Part you, part me
Apparition of partitions

Part parity
Part me, part you

Part spartans
Spartan parts

P art of you,
P art of me

Part paths
      Parallel
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But no straight lines.
In this part                  apart,

- Neha