Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Kise dhoond rahe ho?

Dhoond kya rahe hoo tum yaha?
Yaha kuch nahi rakha.
Milengi bas kavitayen tumhe
Thoda kuch in main jhaank lo

Pad kya rahe hoo tum yaha?
Kitab ka panna thodi hu?
Kora kaagaz ho, humari kitaab se phata
Udd ke main yaha aa gira.

Kya soch rahe ho dikhega yaha?
Yaha main kavi nahi.
Milega tumko ek insaan yeh
Khud hi ko jisne kabhi ka kho diya

Batau tumhe milega kya yaha?
Milega mera junoon
Milegi meri kahaani
Milunga main nahi, woh!

Tum usko dhoond rahe ho yaha?
Nazar ghuma ke toh dekho, har jaga bas woh hi milega. 
Bas woh hi milega. Bas woh hi milega. 
Mera Khuda bas yahi milega!

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Stranger Times

Park main bench pe main baitha hua tha 
Woh aaye aur bagal main baith gaye 
Hum bench pe baithe bas dhoop sekh rahe the 
Samvaad ke scope se kayi dur.  

Koi brisk walk kar raha tha 
Toh koi daud laga raha tha 
Kae picnic mana rahe the
Toh kae bas tehel rahe the 

Hum chup ine bas notice kar rahe the 
Woh apne khayal samet rahe the, main apne.
Maine mera left waala earphone unhe offer kiya
Hum ab ek bahut hi madhur geet sun ne lage.

Not a word uttered, just a smile of thanks. 

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Ghanto beet jaate hai aise, kabhi jazz bajta hai toh kabhi Pink Flyod 
Kabhi hindi classics bajte hai, toh kabhi A.R. Rehman ya Amit Trivedi ki composition.
Playlist ke gaane khatam hote hi,
Hum uth te hai, aur chal dete hai.

Main unka naam nahi jaanta 
Woh mera pata nahi jaante 
Hum bas jaante itna hai
Ki music ka taste humara ek sa hi hain. 

Life ko hum uss sam-ae pause kar dete 
Aur gaano ko play kar ke chod dete
Aisa bhi saath milega koi, jaan ke bhi anjaane
Aur yeh hi hum doono ke liye kuch kaafi sa hai. 

Friday, May 8, 2020

Thappad/Ek Tukda Dhoop

Ek dhaage mein hain uljhe yun
Ke bunte bunte khul gaye
Hum the likhe deewar pe
Baarish huyi aur dhul gaye

So I watched Thappad. Now, I knew it so going to make me think and think hard. It did. Have you ever reminisced about all the wrongs you've done and then sat and mulled over how you could fix it but never came around to fix it until it was too late and when you finally did, the film ended?
But sometimes - sometimes, you don't get permission into the next screen - so you are left wondering and then starts a reaction of self thought that either makes you a bitter person or makes you want to be a better person. 

The movie here is what I will talk about not in details, yeh hua, woh hua, nahi. Just a few parts. Parts that make you think about who you are as a human? 

There is a scene where he(Vikram) is talking to the father and says, 'ho gaya na' and the father responds, 'Zyaada zaroori saawal hai, aisa kyun hua?' 
That's the moment I savoured the most. I want to be man like that and to be real honest, I am not, never was - I try to be but I fail. May be I have taken a few things a bit too much for granted and never realised, aisa kyun hua and always reasoned with myself, ab ho gaya na, aage kya?

The next scene is, when she is sitting at her mother-in -law's feet and says, 'uss raat ke baad koi nahi aaya mere se milne......Amu ko bhool jaana chahiye' -
This scene just tore me apart, I was in tears (rivers flowed that night) at this moment. 
I remember a moment when my self respect once took a hit. I ended up at a wrong platform (at a certain stage in life) and I was there with hope, hope, for I felt it was the right thing to do and I found out later that it wasn't. The moment your self respect takes a hit, you are bitter and it's not easy to forgive. It's never easy to forgive. When I can't, then I can't expect forgiveness when I am at fault. I too have sinned. 

The scene that made me the most sad was when he tells Amu, 'Amu iss baar na, kamaunga main tujhe'
That resonated with me, you sometimes screw up so many relationships - old friends, new friends, important people, so many - that you have to then earn them back, bit by bit from zero. It's not easy. But you do if it matters to you. I tried that, when I ended up at the wrong platform (at a certain point in life referenced earlier), I arrived with a hope, a hope, that I can earn back what was once mine - bit by bit, I didn't expect it was easy, but I did try. I didn't want to give up hope. Like Vikram here does not. 

But then at one point, Amu says, I don't love you, when I don't love you I can't live with you. What do you do then? 
I'd say, pack your bags and get the fuck out, with grace. Dignity above all. You can't force people to like you, infact you should never do that. I've lost friends - I've tried reconciliation but when they are uninterested or when I don't really care - it needs to be buried, and one that's gracefully done. Then you move on and they do too. 

Incase you can't move on and are stuck up, my advice, don't ever tell them coz they don't care and why should they? They don't owe you shit, they did when they did, now it's your problem you live in the past or you are living with a sense of longing. It's your problem, you might as well deal with it. 

This particular emotion is beautifully captured in the lines below from the movie itself. 

Hijr waali raato ki, (hayee)
Kabro main soo gaye.

Tum humaare jitne the 
Sach kaho kya utne the 
Jaane do mat kaho kitne the.

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Nahi sun na kitne the
Shayad utne nahi the 
Jitna hum chahte the
Waise hi rehte hai, jaise the?

(Note: Lot of important points and issues raised by the makers- must watch for men atleast)

I had to add this -
A point where Ratna Shah and Kumud Mishra are having a conversation and he says, 'maine aapko kabhi kisi cheez ke liye mana kiya hai?'
She replies, 'Mana nahi kiya, par poocha bhi toh nahi, ke Sandhya tumne gaana kyun chod diya'

This is not just men and women, but then it's about a relationship of every kind, kya aapne kabhi poocha mujhhse - rather have the two of us ever spoken to each other about the other and not about my problems, listen to me and then I'll lend you my ear, it's not a post office and we are not in a queue. 
I am guilty of this too, with some people, it's just about me, my problems. 
Have I ever asked them - aaj aapne mera suna, aap bataye - how are you doing?
It can be your friend, your brother, mother, anybody. 
Think about it. Such a small question, yet such an important one at that. 

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Taral

Kyon ki prem main, insaan taral ho jaata hain.
* Medha Bhatt
Again, this woman writes like a dream, it's not direct - where you are reaching from point A to point B. It's layered. If she would have used the word mad, happy or referred to something that mentioned a single emotion, I'd not have written such a long post about it but using the word 'Taral - Fluid', is the most powerful move she could have pulled.

Think about it, we are not a single emotion in love, we are much more - we are happy, angry, mad, insecure, trusting, possessive we are everything that is greedy as well as accomodating - this here is being fluidic.

We go lengths to make sure that one person is retained or atleast the one person is around us at all times, hum kisi bhi shape main dhal jaaayenge bas tera hona zaroori hain. Sab jo aaj tak nahi kiya woh bhi kar jaayenge bas tera saath mujhe chahiye.
Woh gaane ke bol yaad aate hai,

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Kaga Re Kaga, Mori Itni Araz Tose, Chun Chun Khaiyo Maans
Re Jiya Re, Khaiyon Na Tu Naina More
Piya Ke Milan Ki Aas.

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Taral hoke insaan abaad ho jaata hai.

Medha then says,
Sabse Saral insaan prem karta hai, par saral hona sabse kathin bhi hota hai. 

Sunday, April 5, 2020

An Ode To The Sea

I wake up at nights, the fear that the sea is calling out to me again keeps me from sleeping. I was once a sailor - I ruled the blue seas up until the eyes could see and today I tremble at the sound of the waves; they keep me up at night. I don't think I was a gifted sailor, rather a good ship captain and was more concerned about the ship for that would keep me afloat out in the wide expanse and that is where I directed all my energy. I bore many storms and the highest waves but this one was different - the storms started getting wilder, the rain lashed the vessel like battering rams smashing the gates of a great empire about to fall. I fell. The ship lost. Captain shipwrecked.

Coming to think of it, I tried summoning the sea immediately, once I nursed myself back, I tried calming it down but failed, the sea preferred to stick to its behavior of being wild and free, what could I have done, I tried making amends, in vain!

Here I am today, back on the cliff that oversees that massive water body, almost close to jumping into the sea, just before the plunge but my confidence fails me. The sight of water or anything associated with it makes me tremble, I think it has to do with the massive failure as a Captain. Not that the sea is hostile, it is just what it is, except I have changed, I haven't been the same. Back on the cliff, I tremble I break into a song but I don't summon the sea, I just turn back and walk away. Aware of my presence the sea lends a helping hand to bring me back up but I am no more Sindbad, just another sailor trying his hand at conquering what was once mine.

I lost all in the wreck, except a memory of my vessel remains, the hardships have all vanished only the goods remain, I try every day to get back to the sea but today is going to be different, I will break into a song, summon the sea, but today I won't be at the cliff, rather on the shore; the waves will be the orchestra and the birds an audience, the fish shall dance to the tunes and the clouds pour down for this is my magnum opus. I may never return, for it seems an improbable task, but I shall leave with one grand ending. I may not be sailing today, but I shall sing and narrate it today.

'The sea calls out to me on a moonless night,
I resist the call and take flight
The open sea is wild and not a safe place to be
I conquered it and know, how that feels.

The sea calls out to me during the lowest tide
I resist the call and take flight
The sea is unpredictable and that shipwrecked me
I quit being a sailor, I am free.

The sea calls out to me, I know not why
I resist the call and take flight
The sea is strong and needs not me
I too shall pay no heed.

The sea calls out to me, there is a sailor in tow
I resist the call and respond no more.'







Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Main Hoon

Main shayad aas paas tere humesha na rahu 
Par main hoon
Main shayad apne aap se tere liye ladu
Par main hoon

I am not as perfect as you perceive me to be 
But I am looking out for you.
I may have my prejudices and my way of life
But I will have your back. 

Kahi cheeze aisi hoti hai jo hum apne hisaab se ho chahte hai
Kahi cheeze aise bhi hoti hai jo hume bhaati nahi hai.

I am as flawed as they come
I may be as complex as they come 
Par tere liye main humesha hoo 
Tere liye main sab kuch ek kar du. 

Bas sirf tere liye main hoon.  

Thursday, November 15, 2018

गुमशुदा

पन्नो में कई शब्द कुछ ऐसे खो जाते है
की पन्नो को खुद इसका एहसास नही रहता

वह तोह बस कागज़ पे छपी उस लेखक की यादे है
जो इन्हें पड़ने वाले अनुभव करते है।

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Tanhai

Tanhai bhi kuch aisi hain
Chahe jitna door use hum kare
Utna hi kareeb aa jaati hain

Rail ki patri si hain yeh tanhai 
Aur tation un namb yaadon ki tarah
Yah shayad lakeer hain yeh tanhai 
Koi bhi chor pakad lo kahi toh woh le hi aati hain 

Yeh Lakeer shayad ek naksha hain
Naksha ek khoyi chabi ka jis se khule
Woh ek dur kahi rakhe yadoon ka sandhook 
Aur rail us sandook tak paunchne ka ek zariya 

Tanhai jab ood le jisse kabhi kambal ban ke 
Kho jaata hain woh uske prabhav main
Aankho main se phir yeh tinka ban kar
Aansu ki tarha behne lagta hain

Tab rail bhi us lakeer pe 
Us chabi ki tarha apna raasta khone lagti hain.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Shabd

Kuch nahi aisa mere paas 
Jaise main keh saku khaas 

Pisal jaati hain waqt bhi haaton se mere
Chod ke kai sabdo ke raaz

Kuch samjhe, kuch unsamjhe shabd hain reh gaye saath 
Shayad yeh hi de du aaj?

Gathri main band kiye shayad yehi meri amanat hain 
Sompta hoon inhe tumko main aaj.

Airline Letter

Kabhi kabhi shabd kam pad jaate hain 
Kabhi kehne Ko bahut kuch reh jaata hain 

Kalam gar mil jaaye toh 
Phir likhne ka ek alag hi maza aata hain 

Izhaar karne main shayad baat kuch khaas na lage
Par kagaz se padne ka ek alag hi romance hain

I am not looking for fancy words 
May be, just a simple sentence will do?

"You are really pretty".

Saturday, November 21, 2015

She comes and goes

Like a rainbow she comes and goes
Rousing and veering men off their daily chores

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Nirbhaya

This poem, I have taken inspiration from a few events of Mahabharata.

Ilzaam laga hain tumpe, ki tum ne usse uksaya,
Netao ke bhashan sunke kyun phir krodith hoye?
Keh diya toh kya hua, amal toh kuch na kare.
Janta toh katputli hain yeh, khel dekh dekh sooye.
Suno Nirbhaya shashtr uthao, yeh ab kuch na kar paaye.

Dharna nikla, hartaale hui humne baat toh apni rakhi,
Moombatti ki mashaal hain hum, isse bhujne na de kabhi.
Par,
Waqt aaya jab tum aankh moond ke kyun phir chal diye?
Kya hua us raat ka jab jab un sab ke rakhsa ki tum baat kiye?
Suno Nirbhaya shashtr uthao, yeh ab kuch na kar paaye.

Baaton main hi reh gaye, josh sirf chand ghanto ka tha,
Par the jabaaz kahi jo aage aaye, aur sashan ki jaal main phase,
Nikalna chahe bhi toh na sake, jaal main jo ulajh te gaye,
Suno Nirbhaya shashr uthao, kyunki govind bhi sirf kahaniyon main the aaye.