Tuesday, 23 October 2018

Favorites

Favorites are few now . Once , I had a favourite teacher , classmate , pop singer , movie , food , drink etc.etc. the list was endless. Now , I am not so sure ,anymore.Some icons have fallen from grace , others have passed away . Everyone else appears good, all singers sing well , and most of the foods taste the same .

Most of the newspapers too , deal with a story in a similar manner . Same things are said . Cliches. Maybe I am old enough to recognise repetition . Or more forgiving now , of people's flaws , now that I too have seen some in my own self , or , extrapolating , in my "favourites".

My kids display the same passionate , vociferous display of territorial pride that I once did. Perhaps they too will learn to see themselves in others, as time passes . Or recognise  their authors , boy-bands elsewhere too . We had Beatles , they have BTS.  Wonder if I have got it all wrong , and that their world is more inclusive than ours . We could recognise lyrics , they just applaud the heartfelt subtitles. 

Wednesday, 17 October 2018

Flood

The words come thick
and fast
the ideas \
took a long time
all
paradoxes in life
the eyes
and the hands
just cant keep up
with the mind



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Mind that lay dormant
for a long
drought ridden summer
when the
vultures encircled
and the humans
wrote it off
as useless
irredeemable
is when
the rains began


But that was before
the floods
and the top soil
all gone now
human
ego
and short sighted ness

Fresh rocks
jut out
for another
bout of centuries long
erosion


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In between mindless
chores
ant like
running between depots
hoarding
accumulating
an occasional gem
shines through

I live in spurts
other times
I just
breathe



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Who said living
was easy
Living is easy
if you silence your mind
castrate
thoughts
muzzle ideas

Since that has proved
impossible
time and again
nature
has proved

Life isn't easy
was
never



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Memory is slipping
arhtritis sets in
solidifying
joints , bones , thoughts , opinions
yet
young we must
remain
flexion
must be retained
lest we
are consigned
to flames
as dead
wood


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Hasty
outpourings
are the best
why ?
One ,
it is short
Two,
it is Pithy ,
Third .
You do not wait
for pity
to be offered
as a bitter
pill
to swallow

you
are
as it is
wallow (ing)


Wednesday, 10 October 2018

Fall cometh

With a swish and a gust
night time rustle and first
lights go out
total black out
giant trees sway
drunken this way
and that
pit pat
some reluctant drops
hammering stops
all of a sudden
there's the sun
a mischievous smile
"anything I miss ?"
No one utters
a word
the auto putters
world
resumes breathing
as if nothing
has happened

...........

lights end
mighty winds
torn blinds
tell a different story
each day, must be wary
of what lies behind
and what is ahead
like a cut diamond
there are facets unfound
each reflecting
a different scene
telling
a different mean (ing)


Thursday, 13 September 2018

Waqt guzar gaya

कहीं पढ़ा और
कुछ दोस्तों से
सुना
कि
समय गुज़र
रहा है
तेज़ी से।

अपने सफ़ेद
बालों से
पूछा
तो पुख्ता
हुआ

घुटनों ने भी
हामी भरी
और याददाश्त
बड़ी नज़ाकत से
खांसी

चेहरे की झुर्रियों ने
कहा
"तो क्या ?"
हम तो फिर भी
हँसेंगे।

गौर से देखा
तो आईने से
देख रहे थे
पिताजी हमें

और मुँह खोला तो
माताजी की
बोली निकली।

अब पता चला
वक़्त का छलावा
आने से पहले
बुलावा

हम पूरी तरह
अतीत में
ढल चुके थे

हम अपने
माँ बाप में
तब्दील
हो चुके थे। 

Aprakaashit kavya (Unpublished poetry)



जलते हैं कुछ लोग
कहते हैं
क्या लिखते हो ?
पन्ने स्याह
करते हो ?
कल गुज़र जाओगे
तो इन्हे कोरा
कौन करेगा ?
इतने सारे
शब्दों के रंगों को
गोरा
कौन करेगा ?

मैंने कहा
कुछ पन्ने
रंगीन ही सही
कुछ सवाल
संगीन ही सही

हर किश्ती
किनारे लगे
ज़रूरी तो नहीं
हर बाग़ में फवारें लगें
ज़रूरी तो नहीं

कुछ चिड़े तो
यूँ ही गा कर
गुज़र गए
कितने महान
लोग चुपचाप
अपनी छाप
छोड़ गए

हर कलम
बिकाऊ हो
ज़रूरी तो नहीं
हर कलाम पर
नोट बरसे
ज़रूरी तो नहीं। 

Friday, 17 August 2018

Of Intruders and guests


Early morning , red vented bulbuls are known to warble sweet nothings to the early morning air and universe in general . Much like humans , they are not known to converse kindly with each other . Fly together , yes . Talk , not too much . Birds of few notes , you could say . Pairs have discreet nests ,and discourage neighbours , even of identical plumage . Again , one is tempted to lapse into human similes .

A few days ago , the morning was unduly quiet . No warblings , no sweet nothings. The earth seemed to be frightfully silent . Almost holding its breath . After what seemed an eon , a large shape fluttered out in the open from the shadows . A massive eurasian eagle -owl( nomenclature courtesy Salim ali's handibook)swooped down , and perched precariously teetering , on a dark , unlit balcony . The owls sure hate light. It could tell it was under scrutiny . After chafing for a few awkward moments , like a  celebrity hounded by paparazzi , it took off silently , and left the enclave , having beaten its massive wings just thrice , languidly . With nary a backward glance .

Almost promptly , you could hear the sigh of relief in the world . The warblings resumed . Full throated. 
             

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The munias are gregarious birds . Recently , I saw an entire group of them , some twenty odd tiny , black throated munias crowding a small monsoon herb . The plant had bent double under the weight of these chirping tiny birds , and seemed to enjoy their presence (It kept shaking with silent laughter , for a long time ) . They pecked on seeds and conversed some more . Chirping , chattering , flying in a cloud at the first human footstep. To watch them carefully is difficult . Thereby , one needs to really respect and thank birdwatchers who have patiently photographed , documented and watched these small, pretty , fickle birds .


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The bottlebrush tree is a favourite haunt of all species of sunbirds . They sleep in the mornings elsewhere . A sunbird hungry for nectar wont waste its energies in futile utterances . It will emit a contented and sleepy-soft "cheep", once every few minutes ,that too , if you are blessed with an acute hearing . If not , you may never hear it .They too bend the drooping branches further , but being lighter than munia birds , and fewer in numbers , they appear as flitting shadows (fleeting enough to be confused with figments of one's imagination)and never , ever  shake the branches .

One day , the branches shook heavily , almost groaning . The shadows were large and feline. Two kittens were foraging for the small morsels of sunshine . The soft "cheep" was silenced .

For a long time , thereafter , no sunbirds (purple or otherwise ) , came to the tree. I , accompanied the tree in laying the blame squarely on the blasted kittens . Only recently , have the cheeps resumed . The tree appears happy , nodding its tufty drooping old head , in sage approval.


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Today morning , the parrots had the courage to argue with pigeons over prime perches. Usually they are silent , and glide through the morning air , without much argument .

But today was different . They are usually , a flock of rose ringed parrots . Today , they were being visited by a dignitary . The Alexandrine parakeet. A large parrot with a huge maroon splash on its wings , a tricoloured gash , blue pink and black , on its neck , and an enormously long tail ending sky blue . It has bigger beak and a harsher cry . It commandeers the forces like a general wearing pips . Hence the courage of the common parakeet and hence the early morning commotion.

The general departed , with his entourage , a little later . Leaving the colony to its peace and pigeons.

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The flood

Writing
now
in these
circumstances
seems more like
an act of
perfidy
or perjury.

In solidarity
should
voices
silence
themselves
in a companionship
of grief

Or one should
defy
convention
and speak out
loud
for the sake
of those
suffering

To ask
or to
leave alone

To walk
a tightrope
of emotional
correctness
or to
remain silent
safely(?) perched
on a rapidly eroding
embankment .

For the lull
is deceptive
as always

The roar
is distant
but not
inaudible

The deluge
inevitable
for it has
rained
countless
days

The moistness underfoot
is
ominous
The flood
imminent .