Thursday, September 24, 2015

There will be time enough

The child bride by Amrita Sher-Gil

There will be time enough,
To plan to meet,
And to meet, or not.
Life is short, but also so long.
( theory of relativity smiles)

So don't miss me,
In knowing
that this sky will still be here
when we meet.

P.S: Later in the day, news came in that S has stage 2 cancer.
(silence. silence. silence)
I don't know if there will be time enough, always.
So forgive me for inaccuracies,
and know that you are loved
very very much, here and hereafter.

- Neha

Monday, September 14, 2015

Sitarey Kee Neend

Lotus pond & light flies by A. Ramachandran
Dopahar kee tarah,
Ye garmee bhee chalee gayee.

Usee dopahar kee aad mein,
Jeevan kee shaam aa gayee.

Humein laga kee jaisey ek yug beeta
Magar ek sitarey ne kaha:

"Abhee thehro! abhee to meree aadhee
aankh hee hai khulee".

- Neha

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Tell me not here

Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
  What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
  Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
  And I knew all her ways.

On russet floors, by waters idle,
  The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
  In leafy dells alone;
And traveller's joy beguiles in autumn
  Hearts that have lost their own.

On acres of the seeded grasses
  The changing burnish heaves;
Or marshalled under moons of harvest
  Stand still all night the sheaves;
Or beeches strip in storms for winter
  And stain the wind with leaves.

Possess, as I possessed a season,
  The countries I resign,
Where over elmy plains the highway
  Would mount the hills and shine,
And full of shade the pillared forest
  Would murmur and be mine.

For nature, heartless, witless nature,
  Will neither care nor know
What stranger's feet may find the meadow
  And trespass there and go,
Nor ask amid the dews of morning
  If they are mine or no.

- A.E. Housman

Persist

Light persists -
through the cracks,
this stubborn lover.

- Neha

Spirited

He is in great spirits,
Consuming, as consumed by, spirits

- Neha

Aasman

Chidiya bolee,
"Hum kitney chotey hain,
Aur ye aasaman kitna bada".

- Neha