The illusion

 

Abundant water flows a bit afar

In the dusty noon of sweltering summer

Then the sun sets , my heart sinks

In the dark dunes of parched sand

The mirage vanishes without a trace

My cheek is wet though with pain

While I grope without a truant moon

My shadow covers the entire desert..

What is wrong now if I set skies ablaze

Pour my tears to swell the dried waves

My wild breath conjures the breeze

While you could pick a conch to listen

What the sea carries within me to say

When the heart knocks on my soul

And I create another sunny evening

One of the many we spent together

Beside the unbridled and infinite sea

Is not life a cumulative illusion

Of many many moments that burst?

 

Delhi

2.2.24

2115

23.56

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

During the making of Roja , Mani Ratnam would often go so enthusiastically unstoppable that the crew had no idea how to calm him down to normalcy.

It took Rahman to conjure a “ Ruk Mani , Ruk Mani “.

 

Vernacular puns

 

-Maldives :My friend took his girlfriend to a beach destination to check how Mal’dives .

- Hi Pillow Hurry : says a Punju who wants to catch a quick nap after late night celebration on 13^th Jan night.

- Ma Chi Jhol : A scandalous act of a Bong mom

-Singh da na : a Sardarji's refusal to a peanut salary in Mumbai

- Gin needy : A Sindhi witch addicted to gin

- Thi'ruda : an impolite Tamil ex flame

 

The opportune

 

The  narcissistic butterfly

Fell off the cliff

And fell in waters

Drowned to demise..

Why do bright buds bloom

Out of their green  sepals

Dreams spill out of eyes

And pain the briny heart

Is it a dawn or a dusk

The grey clouds reveal not

For now the glitter that rode

On the sprinting waters

Has fallen off from saddle

To get a punch from gallop

And stares with a swollen brow

Into the gusts of rampaging dust

What it means to ride unbridled

Now the wait for opportune moments

If they appear again to the sight..

 

Delhi

11.1.23

00.18 hrs

2114

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

वृतपुष्प मग्न भंवरे सा मन

गुंजित भूमि महका सा गगन

मंद मंद नृत्य करे ये पवन

जब हर्षित हो ह्रदय भवन

The shadow of reflection

 

The transparent air is replaced

By the see through realms of water

Then life can find reflection in your eyes

While I get dipped in the rose nectar

 Your fragrance in the meadow of time

A half of me looks at the other reflection

The myriad patterns awake and resonate

Life becomes much more beautiful

Even the shadow of my own reflections

Is fragrant, colorful and full of life .

 

Delhi

18.22 hrs

2113

7.1.23

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

अवर्णा

  

क्यारी से रिस्ते वर्ण 

हैँ भरे उसकी आँखों में 

पुष्पगुच्छ हैँ खिलते झूलते 

उसकी मुस्कान की डाली पर 

पर तरकश हैँ उसके सज्जित 

अकेली वो जीवन युद्ध में अग्रसर 

आत्मविश्वास का कवच में छिपी 

चित्रफलक के हाशिये पर समेटती 

रश्मि शर छितरती सतरंगी सुंदरी