mothertongue / मातृभाषा

हिन्दी की कविता पढ़ते हुए जब
एक अंजाना शब्द कौंधा मेरे आगे
मैंने ख़ुद से अंग्रेजी में पुछा
"व्हाट इज दिस"
और हंस पड़ा मन ही मन
अपनी बेशर्मी पर


when reading a Hindi poem
an unknown word flashed across my eyes
i asked myself, in English
"what is this"
and chuckled silently
on this impertinence of mine

rediscovering eyes

for years, he had been looking at the world through others' sight. then one day, he got hold of his own pair of eyes. and he was startled to see so much, in what was essentially only 'his' way of looking at the world.

each day a new exploration, each moment trembling with anticipation, a play of shadow and light, and colors, oh my, they looked as he was seeing them for the first time. green was so green, and red? so full of life that he gasped at it. blue, ah blue and brown, so earthlike.

the ashen beauty of a foggy morning crow, the sad silence of a pinwheel laying still and the impish rouge on his love's cheeks that took birth by itself when he stole a sudden kiss in a public place. suddenly, he was alive. as he was never before.

for years, he had been living with a borrowed vision. not anymore.

now, finally he'll be able to see the world as he wants to. this is his journey. and you're welcome to be a part of it.

welcome to dreaming through his eyes, here.



this one must be his favorite pic till now. just a moment with her, of her, captured for eternity.

static

"if i've to type here whatever i'm not thinking then that would be a luxury i can't afford. 'cos whatever may be the case, i'm always thinking. sometimes, i wonder... no, i'm pretty sure that i'm thinking even when i'm sleeping. its just that i don't get to know what i've been thinking. sometimes, the last dredges of that mindful sleep come across as dreams that are vaguely remembered when i get up, but majorly i don't get an idea what my mind was working upon all through the night."

a song, एक गीत

एक दिन,
मैंने तुम्हारे लिए
एक गीत लिखा

पूरा होते ही
वो स्वतः जीवंत हो उठा
और उसने ख़ुद को
कई भागों में बाँट लिया

एक टुकड़ा दिन बना
एक टुकड़ा रात बना
एक ने धरती का रूप धरा
एक अनंत आकाश बना

एक टुकड़ा धूप बना
एक टुकड़ा छाँव बना
एक ने जीवन जिया
और एक ने मृत्यु को सच किया

देखते देखते,
मेरे उस गीत ने,
पूरा ब्रह्माण्ड रच दिया

एक दिन मैंने,
तुम्हारे लिए
एक गीत लिखा

और उस गीत को
प्यार का नाम दिया


those who can read Hindi, please do not read the English translation :)


one day,
i wrote
a song for you

when completed
it came to life
and divided itself
into many parts

one part turned into day
one became night
one part formed earth
and one unfolded as endless sky

one part became light
one became shadow
one lived a fruitful life
and one made death a reality

in no time
that song of mine
created this whole universe

one day i,
wrote a song
for you

and gave that song
the name of 'love'

without expression

there was a time when i felt i could write poetry on anything and everything and with much ease. yes, i was that arrogant and am really really sorry for that. there was a time when i thought i could manage three different blogs, delhidreams, thinkpot and dillinama (my unborn photo blog). yes, i did have plans to start a photo blog too and that was the surprise i was talking to howdy and others.
not now.
:)
blogging is becoming increasingly difficult these days. even to talk about more mundane things like what i'm doing right now. for that twitter is easier. and for staying in touch, facebook is there.
my blogs were my expression. i think i've lost that faculty for the time being.
and it is a stupid cycle. the more i get bogged down with 'not writing a poem or a blog post' the more incapable i become.
i am on the net, it is my addiction. for five working days a week, till the time i don't have an internet connection at home (and i don't think dee will ever approve of that!) i am on the net, non-stop, reading, surfing, sharing, enjoying, whiling away my time. but all of that still is a passive experience.
what i'm missing is that creative spirit, that active moment of actually writing something of my own, of creating a new blog post or even taking a new photograph and wondering at the fragility of a creative moment. that internal urge is not manifestating itself well enough.
and god knows, i am dying slowly because of this. well, kinda.
anyways, have imported the complete thinkpot blog into delhidreams. will not start the new blog either.
is it just a temporary block?
i don't know.
feel like well, without words...
:(

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Alanis Morisette - What if God was one of us
via FoxyTunes

it is her birthday

tomorrow
:)
i will be posting both of our birthdays pics and videos soon. been quite busy at office these days. but then, when am i not busy ;)
c ya soon
happy birthday dee
mwaaaaah