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Monday, December 31, 2007
Walks and Life
I have this thing about walking. Walking has never been just a part of my system or a chore which you do it unconsciously. It is not that I am conscious and aware and go gaga over the fact that I am walking. Again for me it is not just a utilitarian system of transporting one’s body from point A to point B. It has been idiom of life itself; reflections of various moods and shades of life; that of the state of my life. My pet quote; my Plea; my only expectation from those whom I love; has been; Love me or hate me- fill with me life or kill me – but don’t walk over me. It is different matter, that besides my mother every one of them has exactly done so. Anyway, like quickening of heart when you are in love; my feet have been spring footed when in love. When in anxiety like heart skips a beat; my foot step mis-steps a step. And I have observed that when you see that someone special and your hearts just skips a beat; my foot has skipped the act of taking that step.
I look back and I see my life changing and so has nature of my walk. I was young and really in hurry, in hurry to take on life. I would climb stairs two to three steps at a time. I was always one who walked very fast and if walking alone would take short sprints in between. Life was like spring and so was my walk springy and sprightly. That was the phase in life, like million others I was single. And in life full of never ending hurriedness; unquenchable thirst to quickly grab the life in all shades with stars in my eyes that every youth has, I would be hurrying around with life. My steps matching it in pace. Then all of a sudden a clinking laughter would make you pause in your walk. Steps would freeze in wrap of time. It would on its own turn to seek that laughter. Or a quick glance of eye which has thousand meaning has the capacity to level you with one look; can freeze your legs, make you turn and make you hurry to catch that same bus.
Then you fall in love. And find the magic of leisurely walk. A walk on most crowded of streets but you’re oblivious of it all. Your steps match the warmth of your heart and take light small steps. Your feet’s are attentive at the same time so that you can quickly clear any obstacle in your beloved’s path, clear the way and guide her. Or that careless walk where you invariably swerve closer to each other and then slightly brush with each other. Then move away a bit again to come back. I don’t know the reason but maybe the design of feet’s itself to enjoy the magic of courtship. You feel so contented, so elated. The careless leisurely walks with its slight bodily brushes, elbows and arms brushing each other as warm conversations flow. Dreams are dreamt and beautiful world created. The magical world takes shape. When you drop her back home you come back with spring in your foot (when elated); slowly (when you contemplate); brusquely (when had a tiff) and extra slow oblivious to world; tripping and colliding when dreaming.
And now, when it is over and not over. Over as she is gone but not over as feeling has not gone; would never go. For first time you actually watch your feet as your heads and shoulders keep drooping. It is absolutely purposeless, defeated, dragging and morbid walk. You do not care. But it is not careless elated walk of youth. It is slower than slow motion. It is a chore. You have to walk on as you have to. It is dull, choice less, and purposeless. Dragging walk as your any way dragging life.Then a day would come when your feet would freeze forever. Waiting for that day. I don’t want to leave footprint of mine on sands of time. I have spared my feet from this difficult chore. Anyway who has been able to leave foot prints on sands of time. Only footprints which remains is that which you carry in your soul and heart. Sometimes it is beautiful soft touches sometimes it is trodden upon.
Posted by Critical Sophist at 6:32 PM
1 comments:
Rishi.... said...
tum jo chalo to hum bhi chale saath phir kya khabar ki din hai ki raat bas main nahi rahenge jazbaat tum to sanam humare chalo saath.......... awesome peace.... me too feel like walking for the sake of it... not been fortunate enough to drop her home.. to walk ever beside her or feel the walk u r talkin abt... :)
January 7, 2008 1:06 PM
Walks and Life
I have this thing about walking. Walking has never been just a part of my system or a chore which you do it unconsciously. It is not that I am conscious and aware and go gaga over the fact that I am walking. Again for me it is not just a utilitarian system of transporting one’s body from point A to point B. It has been idiom of life itself; reflections of various moods and shades of life; that of the state of my life. My pet quote; my Plea; my only expectation from those whom I love; has been; Love me or hate me- fill with me life or kill me – but don’t walk over me. It is different matter, that besides my mother every one of them has exactly done so. Anyway, like quickening of heart when you are in love; my feet have been spring footed when in love. When in anxiety like heart skips a beat; my foot step mis-steps a step. And I have observed that when you see that someone special and your hearts just skips a beat; my foot has skipped the act of taking that step.
I look back and I see my life changing and so has nature of my walk. I was young and really in hurry, in hurry to take on life. I would climb stairs two to three steps at a time. I was always one who walked very fast and if walking alone would take short sprints in between. Life was like spring and so was my walk springy and sprightly. That was the phase in life, like million others I was single. And in life full of never ending hurriedness; unquenchable thirst to quickly grab the life in all shades with stars in my eyes that every youth has, I would be hurrying around with life. My steps matching it in pace. Then all of a sudden a clinking laughter would make you pause in your walk. Steps would freeze in wrap of time. It would on its own turn to seek that laughter. Or a quick glance of eye which has thousand meaning has the capacity to level you with one look; can freeze your legs, make you turn and make you hurry to catch that same bus.
Then you fall in love. And find the magic of leisurely walk. A walk on most crowded of streets but you’re oblivious of it all. Your steps match the warmth of your heart and take light small steps. Your feet’s are attentive at the same time so that you can quickly clear any obstacle in your beloved’s path, clear the way and guide her. Or that careless walk where you invariably swerve closer to each other and then slightly brush with each other. Then move away a bit again to come back. I don’t know the reason but maybe the design of feet’s itself to enjoy the magic of courtship. You feel so contented, so elated. The careless leisurely walks with its slight bodily brushes, elbows and arms brushing each other as warm conversations flow. Dreams are dreamt and beautiful world created. The magical world takes shape. When you drop her back home you come back with spring in your foot (when elated); slowly (when you contemplate); brusquely (when had a tiff) and extra slow oblivious to world; tripping and colliding when dreaming.
And now, when it is over and not over. Over as she is gone but not over as feeling has not gone; would never go. For first time you actually watch your feet as your heads and shoulders keep drooping. It is absolutely purposeless, defeated, dragging and morbid walk. You do not care. But it is not careless elated walk of youth. It is slower than slow motion. It is a chore. You have to walk on as you have to. It is dull, choice less, and purposeless. Dragging walk as your any way dragging life.Then a day would come when your feet would freeze forever. Waiting for that day. I don’t want to leave footprint of mine on sands of time. I have spared my feet from this difficult chore. Anyway who has been able to leave foot prints on sands of time. Only footprints which remains is that which you carry in your soul and heart. Sometimes it is beautiful soft touches sometimes it is trodden upon.
Posted by Critical Sophist at 6:32 PM
1 comments:
Rishi.... said...
tum jo chalo to hum bhi chale saath phir kya khabar ki din hai ki raat bas main nahi rahenge jazbaat tum to sanam humare chalo saath.......... awesome peace.... me too feel like walking for the sake of it... not been fortunate enough to drop her home.. to walk ever beside her or feel the walk u r talkin abt... :)
January 7, 2008 1:06 PM
Monday, November 12, 2007
Pablo Neruda... On Loving & Not Loving
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from not loving to loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story
I am the one whoDies, the only one,and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood
Pablo Neruda... On Loving & Not Loving
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from not loving to loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story
I am the one whoDies, the only one,and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Trying the Impossible
... I was reading Gulzars Pukhraj today and all of sudden I thought could I translate it....I tried to do the impossible(catching the flow and essence of his poetry is impossible for a pretender like me) and here is the result of it ...
I know like me this effort has gone Kaput... It is rubbish and affront to the great Man...
Still posting it...
If you do not like it please let me know, I would delete it.... I have written the original nazm followed by its translation..Thanks...
Maaney
Chowk sey chal kar, Mandi sey, bazaar sey hokar
Lal gali sey guzari hai kagaz ki kashti,
Baarish key Laawaris Paani pur baithi bechari kashti
Shahar ki aawara galiyon mein sahmi-sahmi pooch rahi hain,
Har kashti ka saahil hota hai toh-
Mera bhi kya saahil hoga ?
Ek massom – sey bacchey ne
Bemaani ko maani dekar
Raddi key kaggaz pey kaias zulm kiya hain
From the square, through the Markets, and the bazzar,
Has traversed through the red alley, that boat of paper,
On the orphan waters of the rains, is sitting that feeble little boat,
Asking fearfully- timidly from the towns vagabond alleys,
Every boat has its jetty its moorings,
Would their be my pier too?
An innocent little boy,
Giving meaning to meaningless,
What anguish mete out to that trashed little paper.
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Nazm
Nazm ulzhi hui hai seeney mein
Misrey atkey huay hai honton pur
Lafz Kaagaz pur baithtey hi nahin
Udtey-firtey hain titleyon ki tarah
Kab sey baitha hoon, jaanam,
Saadey kagaz pey likh key naam tera
Bas tera naam hi mukammal hai
Issey behtar bhi nazm kya hogi
Song
Knotted in the heart is the song,
Couplets are stuck on the lips,
Words do not fall on the paper,
Skipping - flying about like butterflies,
Love, since when, am I sitting, with...
Your name written on the blank paper
Your name is what is “entirety”,
Can their be a song better than this????
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Shikayat
Saans ki kankapi nahin jaati
Jakhm bhartey nahin aankhon key
Dard key ek-ek reshey ko
Kheench kar uoon udheta hai dil
Jism ki aindyon sey choti tak
Taar-sa ek nikalta jaata hain
Chheekh bheenchey huey daanton mein
Tumney bheja toh toh hai saheli ko
Jism key Zakhm Dekh Jayegi
Ruh ka dard kaun dekheyga ?
Complaint
Shivering of my breath does not go,
Wounds those of eyes, do not heal,
Threads of that suffering, each one of them,
Heart pulls them apart, as if,
From the toe to the crest of my body,
One wire is being pulled,
And a silent scream stuck between the teeth.…
You have sent your friend,
Would see the wounds of the body,
Agony of the soul, who would see it????
----------------------------------------------------------------
Good Morning
Kholkar Bahon key do uljhey huey- sey misray
Hauley sey choom kay do neend sey chalki palkey
Hontt sey lipti hui jhulfon ko minnat sey hata kar
Kaan pur dhhemey sey rakh doonga jo aawaz key do hontt
Main jagunga tumhey naam sey ‘ sona- oye sona !
-aur tum dherey sey jab palke uthaugi nah, us dum
dooor tahrey huey paani pey sahar kholegi aankhein
subah ho jayegi tab, subah Zamin pur
Good Morning
Opening those arms, entangled -like couplets
Lightly kissing the two, wet with sleep, eye-lashes...
Imploringly, gently I would remove the strands glued to your lips,
On the ears would put the sound of, twin lips of mine,
Would wake you by your name ‘Sona’ – “O” Sona…
-and as you would slowly lift those eye lashes,
at that moment,Far…, on still water would morning open its eyes,
Only then there would be; Dawn on the land…
----------------------------------------------------------------
Bosa
Ek lamns
Halka subuk
Aur phir lams-ai-taweel
Dur ufak key neel paani mey utrey jaantey hain taaron key hoozoom
Aur thum jaantey hai saainyarro ki gardish key kadam
Khatm ho jaata hai jaisey waqt ka lamba safar
Tairti rahti rahti hain ek gunchey key honton pey kahin
Ek bas nithri hui shabnam ki boond
Terey honton ka ek lams-ai-taweel
Teri bahaon ki bas ek sandili girah
Kiss..
a touch….…
gentle, light…
Then, the Lingering touch…
Far, in the blue water of Horizon drops all the stars of universe,
And then stops, the roaming of all the planets, in the sky
As though, the long journey of Time itself has ended….
And keep’s swimming somewhere, on the lips of a bud,
Puckered droplet of, dew-of- the dawn…
The lingering touch………. of your lips…
The fragrant embrace of your arms…
----------------------------------------------------------------
Posted by Critical Sophist at 10:46 PM
3 comments:
Rishi.... said...
First thing first thats a very negative state of mind u r at... No son can b kaput for parents.... You are not....Pessimism does not sound good from yu .... Yu have been our inspiartion... a free will which has flowed across me and people related to yu is all because of yu...some people recognise it some dont... Watch across every one around you hs been benefitted... yeah they leave yu... but can never leave the traces yu have developed in them.... I dont mind being your showdow ... Gulzaar is all chayawaad.... sounds good touches us but staying with it is very very dangerous......
August 29, 2007 10:32 AM
Precious said...
Well..a lot needs to be said abt the blog..Abt the poetry - Its wonderful so so is the translation..Where every word is enjoyed.. But other than that I would say its disappointing...I certainly do not agree with "Yes that’s what I am. Kaput...Finished, Broken, Over... At least that’s what my current state of mind tells me … And also because “Ka-Put” (a worthless son for my parents)..."Yes it is about the state of mind but why???...If somebody did not livce upto your expectations why blame yourself..Why stop living Ravi??? That not the ravi I knew.. He was someone who would fight every one and make every wrong right..because he wanted to live...he wanted to do something productive...How can you be "Kaput"??? ..."Finished"..The fact the your mind is still not at rest ..It thinks proves it is there... Remember you've always said "I think...therefore I am"...Yes ravi,your mind still thinks...and therefore you are. And when you are there why not accept it and live it. I want you to... Agreed it is the state of mind and to come out of it you need a hand to hold you. A reason ... a support to fall back on...But that's what you need to find...whether you find it in a person or a purpose. That’s what you need to find. Love that can give reason to live is love actually...love that takes the reason , and/or will to live is not love at all. Now you need to decide whether the love that you live by, is actually love or the other way round... I believed it is love. The way it was..Would wait for your next blog..With a different state of mind..Happier..Positive...Love
August 30, 2007 1:41 PM
precious said...
If you read this pls call...
Trying the Impossible
... I was reading Gulzars Pukhraj today and all of sudden I thought could I translate it....I tried to do the impossible(catching the flow and essence of his poetry is impossible for a pretender like me) and here is the result of it ...
I know like me this effort has gone Kaput... It is rubbish and affront to the great Man...
Still posting it...
If you do not like it please let me know, I would delete it.... I have written the original nazm followed by its translation..Thanks...
Maaney
Chowk sey chal kar, Mandi sey, bazaar sey hokar
Lal gali sey guzari hai kagaz ki kashti,
Baarish key Laawaris Paani pur baithi bechari kashti
Shahar ki aawara galiyon mein sahmi-sahmi pooch rahi hain,
Har kashti ka saahil hota hai toh-
Mera bhi kya saahil hoga ?
Ek massom – sey bacchey ne
Bemaani ko maani dekar
Raddi key kaggaz pey kaias zulm kiya hain
From the square, through the Markets, and the bazzar,
Has traversed through the red alley, that boat of paper,
On the orphan waters of the rains, is sitting that feeble little boat,
Asking fearfully- timidly from the towns vagabond alleys,
Every boat has its jetty its moorings,
Would their be my pier too?
An innocent little boy,
Giving meaning to meaningless,
What anguish mete out to that trashed little paper.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Nazm
Nazm ulzhi hui hai seeney mein
Misrey atkey huay hai honton pur
Lafz Kaagaz pur baithtey hi nahin
Udtey-firtey hain titleyon ki tarah
Kab sey baitha hoon, jaanam,
Saadey kagaz pey likh key naam tera
Bas tera naam hi mukammal hai
Issey behtar bhi nazm kya hogi
Song
Knotted in the heart is the song,
Couplets are stuck on the lips,
Words do not fall on the paper,
Skipping - flying about like butterflies,
Love, since when, am I sitting, with...
Your name written on the blank paper
Your name is what is “entirety”,
Can their be a song better than this????
----------------------------------------------------------------
Shikayat
Saans ki kankapi nahin jaati
Jakhm bhartey nahin aankhon key
Dard key ek-ek reshey ko
Kheench kar uoon udheta hai dil
Jism ki aindyon sey choti tak
Taar-sa ek nikalta jaata hain
Chheekh bheenchey huey daanton mein
Tumney bheja toh toh hai saheli ko
Jism key Zakhm Dekh Jayegi
Ruh ka dard kaun dekheyga ?
Complaint
Shivering of my breath does not go,
Wounds those of eyes, do not heal,
Threads of that suffering, each one of them,
Heart pulls them apart, as if,
From the toe to the crest of my body,
One wire is being pulled,
And a silent scream stuck between the teeth.…
You have sent your friend,
Would see the wounds of the body,
Agony of the soul, who would see it????
----------------------------------------------------------------
Good Morning
Kholkar Bahon key do uljhey huey- sey misray
Hauley sey choom kay do neend sey chalki palkey
Hontt sey lipti hui jhulfon ko minnat sey hata kar
Kaan pur dhhemey sey rakh doonga jo aawaz key do hontt
Main jagunga tumhey naam sey ‘ sona- oye sona !
-aur tum dherey sey jab palke uthaugi nah, us dum
dooor tahrey huey paani pey sahar kholegi aankhein
subah ho jayegi tab, subah Zamin pur
Good Morning
Opening those arms, entangled -like couplets
Lightly kissing the two, wet with sleep, eye-lashes...
Imploringly, gently I would remove the strands glued to your lips,
On the ears would put the sound of, twin lips of mine,
Would wake you by your name ‘Sona’ – “O” Sona…
-and as you would slowly lift those eye lashes,
at that moment,Far…, on still water would morning open its eyes,
Only then there would be; Dawn on the land…
----------------------------------------------------------------
Bosa
Ek lamns
Halka subuk
Aur phir lams-ai-taweel
Dur ufak key neel paani mey utrey jaantey hain taaron key hoozoom
Aur thum jaantey hai saainyarro ki gardish key kadam
Khatm ho jaata hai jaisey waqt ka lamba safar
Tairti rahti rahti hain ek gunchey key honton pey kahin
Ek bas nithri hui shabnam ki boond
Terey honton ka ek lams-ai-taweel
Teri bahaon ki bas ek sandili girah
Kiss..
a touch….…
gentle, light…
Then, the Lingering touch…
Far, in the blue water of Horizon drops all the stars of universe,
And then stops, the roaming of all the planets, in the sky
As though, the long journey of Time itself has ended….
And keep’s swimming somewhere, on the lips of a bud,
Puckered droplet of, dew-of- the dawn…
The lingering touch………. of your lips…
The fragrant embrace of your arms…
----------------------------------------------------------------
Posted by Critical Sophist at 10:46 PM
3 comments:
Rishi.... said...
First thing first thats a very negative state of mind u r at... No son can b kaput for parents.... You are not....Pessimism does not sound good from yu .... Yu have been our inspiartion... a free will which has flowed across me and people related to yu is all because of yu...some people recognise it some dont... Watch across every one around you hs been benefitted... yeah they leave yu... but can never leave the traces yu have developed in them.... I dont mind being your showdow ... Gulzaar is all chayawaad.... sounds good touches us but staying with it is very very dangerous......
August 29, 2007 10:32 AM
Precious said...
Well..a lot needs to be said abt the blog..Abt the poetry - Its wonderful so so is the translation..Where every word is enjoyed.. But other than that I would say its disappointing...I certainly do not agree with "Yes that’s what I am. Kaput...Finished, Broken, Over... At least that’s what my current state of mind tells me … And also because “Ka-Put” (a worthless son for my parents)..."Yes it is about the state of mind but why???...If somebody did not livce upto your expectations why blame yourself..Why stop living Ravi??? That not the ravi I knew.. He was someone who would fight every one and make every wrong right..because he wanted to live...he wanted to do something productive...How can you be "Kaput"??? ..."Finished"..The fact the your mind is still not at rest ..It thinks proves it is there... Remember you've always said "I think...therefore I am"...Yes ravi,your mind still thinks...and therefore you are. And when you are there why not accept it and live it. I want you to... Agreed it is the state of mind and to come out of it you need a hand to hold you. A reason ... a support to fall back on...But that's what you need to find...whether you find it in a person or a purpose. That’s what you need to find. Love that can give reason to live is love actually...love that takes the reason , and/or will to live is not love at all. Now you need to decide whether the love that you live by, is actually love or the other way round... I believed it is love. The way it was..Would wait for your next blog..With a different state of mind..Happier..Positive...Love
August 30, 2007 1:41 PM
precious said...
If you read this pls call...
Coming Back
It's not that things have changed. Or maybe they have. What has changed is the fact that you grow old. Learn to be with yourself. Learn to be in terms. Your convictions are still their. But now as I said I am trying to go beyond the horizon, not limited to my sphere of thought. My thoughts now reside in me, with accompanying pains and laughter. Its mine and I have to live with it. Learn to live with it...
Just posting few of my earlier posts with their dates and comments.....
Just posting few of my earlier posts with their dates and comments.....
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