Saturday, November 21, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Poem That Never Came
All night…
it kept cutting into my sleep
blowing bubbles at my eardrums
slipping storms under my lids
cooing like a baby
meant to be born of me…
All night …
it kept posting me letters
on stolen crumbs of paper
crimson, saffron and ochre
from a nameless love
with a faceless gaze…
All night…
it kept ringing
this song I know but don’t know of
in a voice so mine, but never heard of…
All night,
it kept arranging itself on me,
newborn notes on a musical string…
it danced,
made faces,
made me smile
and sing
this happy poem of my own...
it rivered and swam
snaked and soared
it drizzled like dew
it snowstormed too
and then turned molten
to rip me through…
All night
It teased,
tickled
and tingled at my sores
this poem in the womb
which, at the first ray of dawn
for no reason at all
turned back and slipped again
into the arms of the unknown.
it kept cutting into my sleep
blowing bubbles at my eardrums
slipping storms under my lids
cooing like a baby
meant to be born of me…
All night …
it kept posting me letters
on stolen crumbs of paper
crimson, saffron and ochre
from a nameless love
with a faceless gaze…
All night…
it kept ringing
this song I know but don’t know of
in a voice so mine, but never heard of…
All night,
it kept arranging itself on me,
newborn notes on a musical string…
it danced,
made faces,
made me smile
and sing
this happy poem of my own...
it rivered and swam
snaked and soared
it drizzled like dew
it snowstormed too
and then turned molten
to rip me through…
All night
It teased,
tickled
and tingled at my sores
this poem in the womb
which, at the first ray of dawn
for no reason at all
turned back and slipped again
into the arms of the unknown.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAZyDSJOh4o
Drunk on Gulzar...
Khayaalon mein tumne bhi dekhi to hongi,
kabhi mere khwaabon ki dhundli lakeeren;
tumhaari hatheli se milti hain jaakar,
mere haath ki yeh adhoori lakeeren;
badi sar-chadhi hain ye zulfein tumhaari,
ye zulfein mere baazuoon mein utaaro...
Khayaalon mein tumne bhi dekhi to hongi,
kabhi mere khwaabon ki dhundli lakeeren;
tumhaari hatheli se milti hain jaakar,
mere haath ki yeh adhoori lakeeren;
badi sar-chadhi hain ye zulfein tumhaari,
ye zulfein mere baazuoon mein utaaro...
Friday, November 6, 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_ITslFEtHc
One of the most meditative songs Gulzar may have penned...
Hawaaon pe likh do hawaaon ke naam,
hum anjaan pardesiyon ka salaam....
Beautiful. Nostalgic. Butterflies. Birds. Childhood....
Shaakh par jab dhoop aayi haath choone ke liye,
chaanv cham se neeche koodi,
hanske boli aayiye;
yahaan subah se khela karti hai shaam...
Chulbula yeh paani apni raah behna bhool kar,
lete lete aaina chamkaa raha hai phool par;
yeh bhole se chehre hain masoom naam...
Hawaaon pe likh do hawaaon ke naam,
hum anjaan pardesiyon ka salaam....
Beautiful. Nostalgic. Butterflies. Birds. Childhood....
Shaakh par jab dhoop aayi haath choone ke liye,
chaanv cham se neeche koodi,
hanske boli aayiye;
yahaan subah se khela karti hai shaam...
Chulbula yeh paani apni raah behna bhool kar,
lete lete aaina chamkaa raha hai phool par;
yeh bhole se chehre hain masoom naam...
Monday, November 2, 2009
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