YOU AND BAIRAG



                                                 You are that force of gravity
                                                   that drags me downward
                                                   to all those things worldly...

                                                  You are that thread of desire
                                                         that connects me
                                                     to the maze of ambitions...

                                                          Without you,
                                                  I would have long vanished
                                                        into thin air,
                                              bereft of my existence, my desires..
                                                 I would be a dead-pessimist
                                              drowning in the pool of "bairag"


                                                 Those dreams that you have
                                                    sown deep in my heart,
                                             sometimes yearn for their fulfilment.

my fears

                                                     MY FEARS




Gusts of cool breeze rushed in as i opened the window
in a February evening.......
I trembled in apprehension
And shut down the window
As soon as possible
And switched on the air conditioners,
Soon my nerves seemed to calm down.


Last night as i crossed the streets,
A man standing by the road(waiting for his bus most probably)
Looked into my eyes
And i have a shiver down my spine,
His eyes were bloodshot,
And a strange old unknown fear crept into me.
I fled from there as fast as i can,
Came to my room; bolted all the doors and windows,
Shoved in an earphone inside my ears,
Soon i got over that fear.

Those cold metallic railings,
Those lifeless electronic gadgets
 are my sole companions.
They seem to reciprocate my emotions.

The young boy across the street
The woman in my neighbours
All seem to spy on me..
Even that lizard on the wall with his
uniocular gaze constantly on me
makes me escape his vision.
All those creatures living around
invoke suspicion in me.

DRIVING INSPIRATION

Loneliness and too much time for introspection led me to organize all my scribblings into a blogspot. I have been a thorough nature-lover from my childhood , nurtured with the poems of Wordsworth, Hardy,Neruda; i have developed an affinity towards literature.  Photography and travelling of late has become my favourite pastime. So i have included also some photographs which i have taken during travelling.

Hope you guys enjoy..and share your valuable comments..!!

IK BAGAL MEIN CHAND HOGA AUR IK BAGAL MEIN ROTIYAN..

WHEN I FIRST HEARD THE SONG WHILE WATCHING THE MOVIE "GANGS OF WASSEYPUR" THERE WAS A STRANGE PATHOS IN THE MUSIC AND THE LYRICS WAS NOT THAT AUDIBLE...AND THE SONG WAS REDUCED TO FEW SECONDS IN THE MOVIE....SO I DID NOT PAY MUCH ATTENTION..BUT THE SONG LINGERED IN MY MEMORY.

AND LATER I CAME TO KNOW THAT THE LYRICS HAS BEEN PENNED BY PIYUSH MISHRA.. THEN I FOUND THE LYRICS...SUCH AWESOME POETRY..SUCH SUBTLETIES...

THE HINDI LYRICS:

इक बगल में चाँद होगा इक बगल में रोटियाँ

इक बगल में नींद होगी इक बगल में लोरियाँ

हम चाँद पे रोटी की चादर डाल कर सो जाएँगे

और नींद से कह देंगे लॉरी कल सुनने आएँगे ..

 इक बगल में खनखनती सीपियन हो जाएगी

इक बगल में कुछ रूलाती सिसकियाँ हो जाएँगी

हम सीपियों में भर के सारे तारे छू कर आएँगे

और सिसकियों को गुदगुदी कर के यूँ बहलाएँगे

अम्मा तेरी सिसकियों पे कोई रोने आएगा

कोई रोने आएगा..

गम ना कर जो आएगा वो फिर ना कभी ना जाएगा

वो फिर कभी ना जाएगा

याद रख पर कोई अनहोनी नही तू लाएगी

लाएगी तो फिर कहानी और कुछ हो जाएगी..

होनी और अनहोनी की परवाह किसे है मेरी जान

हद से ज़्यादा यही होगा के यहीं मार जाएँगे

हम मौत को सपना बता कर उठ खड़े होंगे यहीं

और होनी को ठेंगा दिखा कर खिलखिलाते जाएँगे...

THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF THE SONG:

There will moon on one side and bread on the other,
there will be sleep on one side and lullabies on the other,
I'll put the sheet of bread on the moon and sleep
and will tell sleep that I'd come the next day to sing the lullaby..

There will be jingling shells on a side,
there will be some sobs, making you cry,
we'll get filled in the shells, and go n touch all the stars
And tickle the sobs to cajole them..

O mother, someone will come to cry on your sobs..
someone will come to cry..
don't be sad, that who comes will not go back again..
he'll never go back..
but remember, you won't bring anything improbable (anything that would affect my work)
and if you bring, the story will be altogether different..

(actually) who cares for probable or improbable/good or bad..
at the maximum I'll die here only..
I'll get up, proving the death a dream,
and will poke fun at the probable and go laughing

THE CONFLICT

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS OF RABINDRANATH TAGORE TRANSLATED BY SOMEONE ELSE ; BUT I CAN NOT RESIST THE TEMPTATION OF POSTING IT. 
I have only added a title and preface to this beautiful poem.
  The poem is about a child who suffers self-conflict when he comes to the realisation that if he gives into his curiosity and ventures out to discover the world, he will have to do so at the cost of his mother's warmth. Similarly, were he to choose his mother's warmth and affection, he will miss out on the adventures he could have.

THE CONFLICT:

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home -
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are...



A BEAUTIFUL SONG VIDEO "O' MEGH" FEATURED ON THIS POEM BY "THE DEWARISTS" SANG BY PAPON DIRECTED BY SANTANU MOITRA; THIS SONG WILL SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET ..!!! I HAVE HERE ATTACHED THE LINK OF THIS MESMERIZING SONG...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R61PVcZxGMw