Monday, 8 August 2016

Destiny !!


Destiny reigns; silent and ageless in the

Mortuary of passions and thoughts;

An indisputable certainty in the vacuity  

Of an eternal flow of senses—within and without,

For a deadened soul to reprieve and reproach.

 

Life denies life and death derides death;

Delight and sorrow walk away—hand in hand;

The proximity of the present erases the face

Of the past—the moments, hours and years;

Shrivelled eyes fail to mirror a path unbroken.

 

Time smudges the image of a decent moon

Painted upon a dark face of young night;

Jacob and Esau battles within her womb

With promises of two distinct futures;

Never knowing which will shine the dawn.

 

From the vacuity it rises and dies within;

The margin between the fortune and misfortune

Is wiped up in the hollowness of events;

Enduring a greater fall to attain a loftier ascent—

Oblivious of the certainty scripted for the End.

 

Destiny defines; the present is of sheer suspense

Secreted within the bankruptcy of a dead past,

And the prospects of an unborn future;

As night is stifled between the legacy of a day spent

And the certainty of a fresh dawn.

Saturday, 2 April 2016

Mera kuch saman tumhare paas pada hai



"Mera kuch saman tumhare paas pada hai ..." is one of my favourite poems written by Gulzar....I tried  my best to let it carry the deep emotions and wonderfully woven words while translating it into English....never mind my shortcomings in getting near to the original....



A part of me is still lying around you,
 
A few moist days of a long-parted monsoon,

And a night wrapped in a sodden veil of fuzzy scribbles;

Let all images of that night fade into vacuity,

Let all I left there find me back here as a complete me.

 

Heard the rustles of leaves….aren’t there?

And those gentle tunes of falling leaves that

Slipped off my ears casting a fleeting kiss once and reappeared.

Somewhere the forsaken twig in the Fall is still trembling;

Let the wailing branch be wished adieu too,

Let all I left there find me back here as a complete me.

 

Sharing beneath a sole dripping umbrella, you and I—

Half-drenched and a bit dry—

And the warmth in me that we shared too;

Those a few wet thoughts, perhaps, still be lying around the bed.

Let it all be set free; let all be just mine,

Let all I left there find me back here as a complete me.

 

The sweet memories of a string of moonlit nights,

And of the beauty spot prettifying your shoulder;

The intoxicating fragrance of soggy paste of henna

And a few freaks of silly play of blame and regret;

And a few weird promises never kept.

Let it all fill me to the deepest down in me,

Let all I left there find me back here as a complete me.

 

Just grant me the parting acquiescence of the self,

For my lone walk to the grave,

For me to sleep forever….beside you.

The journey to nativity

Darkness….lovely darkness…the smoke around.. Swirling up…sketching elf in white cloak…fading somewhere; Alone…the silence…mind dro...