overreacting ..yes ..yes i know..but the feeling remains...
bless you neeraj saab for these words
sachin da for the melody
lata bai for bringing it alive
Ra.Ngeelaa Re, Tere Ra.Ng Me.N
Yuu.N Ra.Ngaa Hai Meraa Man
Chhaliyaa Re, Na Bujhe Hai
Kisii Jal Se Yah Jalan) \- 2
O Ra.Ngeelaa Re
Palako.N Ke Jhuule Se Sapano.N Kii Dorii
Pyaar Ne Baa.Ndhii Jo Tuune Vo Todii
Khel Yah Kaisaa Re, Kaisaa Re Saathii
Diyaa To Jhuume.N Hai.N Roye Hai.N Baatii
Kahii.N Bhii Jaaye Re, Roye Yaa Gaaye Re
Chain Na Paaye Re Hiyaa
Vaah Re Pyaar Vaah Re Vaah
Ra.Ngeelaa Re ...
Duhkh Meraa Dulhaa Hai Birahaa Hai Dolii
Aa.Nsuu Kii Sa.Dii Hai Aaho.N Kii Cholii
Aag Mai.N Piyuu.N Re Jaise Ho Paanii
Naarii Divaanii Huu.N Pee.Daa Kii Raanii
Manavaa Yuu.N Jale Hai, Jag Saaraa Chhale Hai
Saa.Ns Kyo.N Chale Hai Piyaa
Vaah Re Pyaar Vaah Re Vaah
Ra.Ngeelaa Re ...
Ra.Ngeelaa O Ra.Ngeelaa
Mai.Nne To See.Nchii Re Terii Ye Raahe.N \- 2
Baaho.N Me.N Terii Kyo.N Auro.N Kii Baahe.N
Kaise Tuu Bhuulaa Vo Phuulo.N Sii Raate.N
Samajhii Jab Aa.Nkho.N Ne Aa.Nkho.N Kii Baate.N
Aa.Nv Bhar Jhuuthaa Re, Sapanaa Har Tuutaa Re
Phir Bhii Tuu Ruuthaa Re Piyaa
Vaah Re Pyaar Vaah Re Vaah
Ra.Ngeelaa Re, Ra.Ngeelaa Re
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
angst - march 27th, 2008
everything
is a reminder
the wrinkles
on the
car seat cover
the position
you changed
of the
tobacco holder
in the
living room
the streets
of rendezvous
that i
drive though
everyday
pictures hidden
in folders
not to be
uploaded for
public consumption
the chocolates
we chose
in the little
fairy tale shop
the music
you gave me
now awaits
your recognition
of the raaga
it contains
mountain dreams
of paris..
of seeing
though my veneer
you knew
didn't you..
when i would
prattle on
about little
tiny snatches
of a life
we shared..
or so i thought..
did you laugh?
pity ?
confusion ?
or..nothing ?
even now
i wonder..
i have reason not
to feel
this way
and yet..
the body weeps
for what
the mind
knows is not so..
so.. will it be ..
that i
move beyond ?
or will you
come back
before i can
harden myself ?
is a reminder
the wrinkles
on the
car seat cover
the position
you changed
of the
tobacco holder
in the
living room
the streets
of rendezvous
that i
drive though
everyday
pictures hidden
in folders
not to be
uploaded for
public consumption
the chocolates
we chose
in the little
fairy tale shop
the music
you gave me
now awaits
your recognition
of the raaga
it contains
mountain dreams
of paris..
of seeing
though my veneer
you knew
didn't you..
when i would
prattle on
about little
tiny snatches
of a life
we shared..
or so i thought..
did you laugh?
pity ?
confusion ?
or..nothing ?
even now
i wonder..
i have reason not
to feel
this way
and yet..
the body weeps
for what
the mind
knows is not so..
so.. will it be ..
that i
move beyond ?
or will you
come back
before i can
harden myself ?
the wallow in angst mood..
has triggered off these..
I
benares..
one year ago
spring aches
II
your words
now alaphabet jumbles
you gave us away
III
your pain spawns
poetry
that came
with you
I
benares..
one year ago
spring aches
II
your words
now alaphabet jumbles
you gave us away
III
your pain spawns
poetry
that came
with you
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
an old transcreation...
raat
raat ke
kaale saaye ne
aise gheraa
tumhaare ehsaas
ki taveez
ko bhi na chuu saki
night
night's darkness
swallowed -
i couldn't
even feel
the talisman
of your
being
within me
raat ke
kaale saaye ne
aise gheraa
tumhaare ehsaas
ki taveez
ko bhi na chuu saki
night
night's darkness
swallowed -
i couldn't
even feel
the talisman
of your
being
within me
Monday, March 10, 2008
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Haiku by Shiki Masaoka - transcreation
pond thaws
shrimp survives
life is re-born
hamlet dying
in winters arms
a dog howls
shrimp survives
life is re-born
hamlet dying
in winters arms
a dog howls
funnel haiku
I
autumn stays till
her raindrops permit
winter to peep in edgeways
II
warm days
cool nights
autumn contradicts
III
autumn nip
sweatless bodies
seek heat
* from dusty archives
autumn stays till
her raindrops permit
winter to peep in edgeways
II
warm days
cool nights
autumn contradicts
III
autumn nip
sweatless bodies
seek heat
* from dusty archives
one summer night...
10.43 pm
resisted temptation
to snatch
mocha moments
from our fate
so why did
i ensure
you didn’t
stop by
and as
you boarded
the 11.50
i saw
you gulped
by an
endless night
starless
moonless
speechless
does distance
keep you safe ?
* retrieved from dusty online archives...
resisted temptation
to snatch
mocha moments
from our fate
so why did
i ensure
you didn’t
stop by
and as
you boarded
the 11.50
i saw
you gulped
by an
endless night
starless
moonless
speechless
does distance
keep you safe ?
* retrieved from dusty online archives...
Monday, October 22, 2007
old verses selection...retrieved from the archives of caferati...
haiku selection
I
sometimes the most
difficult thing in life
is to just - be
II
gracefully soaking poison
from life's sludge
blue lotus
III
'midst death, work
learning, giving, living
i still haiku
IV
Silver grey clouds
Pregnant with water droplets
give birth to rain
V
Read my Smile
let my Eyes talk
we will walk Miles
ps - # 2 has been written for a dear friend who is physically challenged and will probably never " hear" my words...
_____________________________________________________________________________________
part of an exercise which involved the use of specific words...
monday woke me, snuggled in the arms of Jupiter
smiling goofily, revelling in my Lord and Master
velevety baritone husked nonsensical nothings,
woozy watchmacallits, outrageous somethings
settling over me, like a rainbow quilt
tinkling gold coins woven in to her fibre-fill
post the customary fifty one passionate kisses
(not including the near misses)
extricated himself from my entwined body,
the way Casanova would leave his lady
deftly stepping around scattered pet orchids
lying in colourful abandon that forbids
yet a feeling of fullness I had caught
i might have just achieved Eternity, I thought
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Its been raining here and these lines flowed in the midst of assignments and cost functions and production functions……
Raindrops that surprise
Thunder, lightning that jolt
me out of complacency
and assumption that
the weather will get
Colder and drier
I forgot but
every single time
every single year
an unexpected shower or two
blesses me
before summer whispers
“ au revoir”
and winter nudges her way in
gently through a chink
in my doorway……
_____________________________________________________________________________________
such a market exists..close to the qutub minar in delhi, off the mehrauli gurgaon highway....
wholesale flower market
a lane at a crazy tangent
to a smoky, dusty highway
whizzing past a coloured blur
i stopped. peered.
down the length
of a muddy, slushy lane…
stones peeped out
to trip my high heeled vanity….
little tarpaulin covered shops
with blue plastic sheets
overflowed with flowers
flowers and more flowers….
little miniature rainbows
lay scattered around my feet
in fluorescent plastic tubs
begging to be lifted up…
velvety soft petals seeking
the caress of my fingertips and cheeks….
twinkling crystal dew droplets
tilting insanely over
their sheer drop to the ground …
or yearning to fall
onto my bare skin…
perfumes that jostled madly
for my nasal approval…
only to be swept away
by greedy, moneyed hands
for picture perfect synthesis
in lavish, empty homes…
by menials of the
hoity toity flower retailer
in an overpriced shopping conclave….
dumped carelessly
on a black bicycle backseat
tied down with black rubber tube….
melting in to the muck of the highway….
as the lane stripped
of its colour and perfume
grew desolate and empty
in its barren bareness…..
_____________________________________________________________________________________
all of this is old stuff from my early writing attempts...and it shows i guess !!
I
sometimes the most
difficult thing in life
is to just - be
II
gracefully soaking poison
from life's sludge
blue lotus
III
'midst death, work
learning, giving, living
i still haiku
IV
Silver grey clouds
Pregnant with water droplets
give birth to rain
V
Read my Smile
let my Eyes talk
we will walk Miles
ps - # 2 has been written for a dear friend who is physically challenged and will probably never " hear" my words...
_____________________________________________________________________________________
part of an exercise which involved the use of specific words...
monday woke me, snuggled in the arms of Jupiter
smiling goofily, revelling in my Lord and Master
velevety baritone husked nonsensical nothings,
woozy watchmacallits, outrageous somethings
settling over me, like a rainbow quilt
tinkling gold coins woven in to her fibre-fill
post the customary fifty one passionate kisses
(not including the near misses)
extricated himself from my entwined body,
the way Casanova would leave his lady
deftly stepping around scattered pet orchids
lying in colourful abandon that forbids
yet a feeling of fullness I had caught
i might have just achieved Eternity, I thought
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Its been raining here and these lines flowed in the midst of assignments and cost functions and production functions……
Raindrops that surprise
Thunder, lightning that jolt
me out of complacency
and assumption that
the weather will get
Colder and drier
I forgot but
every single time
every single year
an unexpected shower or two
blesses me
before summer whispers
“ au revoir”
and winter nudges her way in
gently through a chink
in my doorway……
_____________________________________________________________________________________
such a market exists..close to the qutub minar in delhi, off the mehrauli gurgaon highway....
wholesale flower market
a lane at a crazy tangent
to a smoky, dusty highway
whizzing past a coloured blur
i stopped. peered.
down the length
of a muddy, slushy lane…
stones peeped out
to trip my high heeled vanity….
little tarpaulin covered shops
with blue plastic sheets
overflowed with flowers
flowers and more flowers….
little miniature rainbows
lay scattered around my feet
in fluorescent plastic tubs
begging to be lifted up…
velvety soft petals seeking
the caress of my fingertips and cheeks….
twinkling crystal dew droplets
tilting insanely over
their sheer drop to the ground …
or yearning to fall
onto my bare skin…
perfumes that jostled madly
for my nasal approval…
only to be swept away
by greedy, moneyed hands
for picture perfect synthesis
in lavish, empty homes…
by menials of the
hoity toity flower retailer
in an overpriced shopping conclave….
dumped carelessly
on a black bicycle backseat
tied down with black rubber tube….
melting in to the muck of the highway….
as the lane stripped
of its colour and perfume
grew desolate and empty
in its barren bareness…..
_____________________________________________________________________________________
all of this is old stuff from my early writing attempts...and it shows i guess !!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
verse exchange on sms
he
pale autumn morning
our connection falters
and gathers strength
for the distant morning tryst
me
snatches of officialese
job lists and
house cleaning prospects
painful client meetings
money matters threaten
our rendezvous beckons
he
an official kibbitzer
i follow the train card game
the private lingo
snatches of drums outside
hints of a tryst
how life finds riches
on a suburban train morning
pale autumn morning
our connection falters
and gathers strength
for the distant morning tryst
me
snatches of officialese
job lists and
house cleaning prospects
painful client meetings
money matters threaten
our rendezvous beckons
he
an official kibbitzer
i follow the train card game
the private lingo
snatches of drums outside
hints of a tryst
how life finds riches
on a suburban train morning
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