I write
हथेली की हिना सूख जायेगी
मगर उसकी छाया
हाथों पर उभर आयेगी
हथेली लाल हो जायेगी
हिना की ठंड़क और स्पर्श की गर्मी
अहसास दिलायेगी उस तारे का
जिसे एक दिन तुमने
मेरी हथेली का फूल कहा था
तुम्हें याद है वो दिन?
जब ऊँची पहाड़ी पर चढ़ते चढ़ते
पाँव फिसला था,
और हौसला टूटा था
तब तुमने उस तारे से तुलना की थी मेरी
कहा था
स्वाति को भी चातक का
इंतज़ार करना पड़ता है
तीन मौसम
मगर चातक,
स्वाति की एक बूंद के लिये
तुम्हें भी तो तीन मौसम
प्यास सहनी पड़ती है।
As the clock struck 12, she ran home and left one of her slippers behind. She reached home and slept restless, wondering what fate has in store for her the next day which was also the first day of the new year.
The door bell rang, the next day, Anastasia opened the door of their dilapidated castle hoping and wishing very hard for the fortunes to change. He came in, demanding to see the women of the house and a glimmer of hope crossed all their faces as they saw the shining glass slipper being placed on the floor. Anastasia tried it, so did others, even the household help.
And then Drizella tried it, and it fit her, for, after all the shoe belonged to her. The shoe which Cinderella stole and wore to Prince Charming’s ball, the shoe that slipped off her foot when she ran because it was a poor fit.
From
dawn to dusk
I wait patiently
for you
your call,
a message from you
perhaps, a letter?
From
dark to light
I try to dream
you beside me
your touch,
soft caress
perhaps, a kiss?
At least
your thoughts
I find always,
always close by
but still I long
for you, and
perhaps your love?
“a page from my past” Original poem dated : 20th February, 1990.
She had met him that evening, and chatted for hours that just did not seem long enough. They dug out memories, laughed at silly and goofy things they did and those that they could but did not. Amused at the flush of youth that engulfed them, they became teenagers once again.
She caught herself unawares that night, thinking of the time long past… a time when no care in the world existed, nor mattered except the matters of the heart. The time when she fell in love for the first time. The time when she was touched tenderly, kissed for the very first time, and caressed lovingly. The moments that were frozen in time.
And then she looked by her side, towards the love of her life, her best friend, her lover and her biggest strength. Somehow things did not feel out-of-place.. the moments then and the moments now kind of existed in congruence. Both men were by her side at different times and both made her more beautiful, made her the woman she was, and she is. She silently thanked both of them for being the people they are. One a dear friend, and another her soul mate.
Old footsteps get washed away
and new appear
on the ocean shore
The mighty waves
wash them all away
with one sweep
Violently, and
sometimes gently,
they hit the shore
bringing along
its tiny, beautiful
and colorful life.
My friend,
today you are
in a better place
where pain
does not exist,
and I see you
happy.
Your body has left us
but your love,
the bond we shared
lives within me
and within
everyone you loved
so dearly.
When I look
at the rainbow
I reach you
as you watch
the sun rise
from your hidden
balcony.
I talk to you
at night
when the stars shine.
The flowers
in my garden
and, yours
bloom.
I will miss you
but I know
whenever I want
to talk you will
reach out to me
through the words
you’ve left behind.
My friend,
you are in my heart
while I am alive,
and you will
continue to live
in my heart
even when I cease to.
अब न रहा वो साज़ जो सात सुर बजायेगा
टूट के निकलते हैं अल्फाज़ जुबाँ से
मीठी बातों से अब ये दिल न बहल पायेगा
पुराने किस्सों की मत करो बातें मुझसे
दर्द जो छिपा रक्खा था, फिर उभर आयेगा
मत दोहराओ चाँद के, तारों का किस्से
जख्म अभी सूखा नहीं है; छेड़ोगे तो तड़प जायेगा
इस वीराने में कौन रहता है, क्यूँ रहता है
किसे पड़ी है, कोई क्यूँ यहाँ आयेगा
–स्वाति
घर की देवढी पर बैठी मैं
कजरारे नैनों से ताकूं
सारे रस्ते सगरी बस्ती
सब सोते हैं, बस मैं जागूँ
भोर भये मैं देखूँ सूरज
शाम ढले मैं तारे बांचूँ
क्या आओगे आप सवेरे
या शाम चंदा के संग
आँचल थामे ये बाट निहारूँ
सूने आँगन धूप खिली फिर
फूल सजे बगिया में मेरी
छत पर बैठा कागा बोले
अब तो कोई आयेगा…
[intro]
[flute]
[verse]
घर की देहरी पर बैठी मैं
कजरारे नैनों से ताकूं
सारे रस्ते सगरी बस्ती
सब सोते हैं, बस मैं जागूँ
[Refrain]
सारे रस्ते सगरी बस्ती
सब सोते हैं, बस मैं जागूँ
[Bridge]
भोर भये मैं देखूँ सूरज
या शाम चंदा के संग
आँचल थामे ये बाट निहारूँ
[Refrain]
सारे रस्ते सगरी बस्ती
सब सोते हैं, बस मैं जागूँ
[Bridge]
सूने आँगन धूप खिली फिर
फूल सजे बगिया में मेरी
[Refrain]
सारे रस्ते सगरी बस्ती
सब सोते हैं, बस मैं जागूँ
[Refrain]
सारे रस्ते सगरी बस्ती
सब सोते हैं, बस मैं जागूँ
[outro]
Photo by Tarique Sani
One of the best thing that has happened to me has been motherhood. I so vividly remember the day Aasim was born, it seems it all happend just yesterday. As a child came to us with clever one liners and sometimes very weird questions (he still does sometimes) and some of the things that he said and did I have documented in my journal. It has been 15 years and our son has been the best any parent could hope for. May you get happiness
The year was 1991, early June. We wanted to feel alive, what better way than go hang-gliding? He would pick me up at 4.30 AM and we would ride on his bike to the outskirts of the city to this adventure camp where we learnt hang-gliding. Years have passed us by but every time I think of those days, I still get goose pimples – and hang gliding was just one of the things we did.
Fly
to touch the clouds
feel the deep blue sky.
Fly
and find the world beneath
conquered.
Fly
and discover
the power of wings:
Your Wings!!
Fly
to tame the wild wind
feel the power
and be one!!