Wednesday, June 24, 2009

कल दोपहर मैंने


कल दोपहर मैंने
बसे-बसाये घरों को, उजड़ते देखा
कुछ बेजुबाँ ख्वाबों को बिखरते देखा
कल दोपहर मैंने
एक जवाँ उम्र का गुज़रना देखा
एक साया जो था सरों पर, उठते देखा
कल दोपहर मैंने,
गली
के मोड़ पर वो जो एक पेड़ था पीपल का,
कटते
देखा


i tried but could not translate it. maybe it cannot be. so here is a brief detail of what the poem tries to convey.
it tells you how last afternoon i saw some homes getting uprooted; some silent dreams being scattered; saw a life snuffed out in its prime and a benevolent presence over our heads leaving us for ever...how the afternoon yesterday, on the corner of my street, i saw a beloved peepal tree getting sawed.

Friday, June 05, 2009

religion

a triptych puerile
hanging over the sacrificial altar

a harangue to the old faithful
swaddled in truculent colors

a scrim pulled tightly over eyes
a mind, an extremity familiar

a dirigible in the name of God
in essence, a conflated fear

dreamt before

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