This is a random personal blog - covering everything from poetry to politics. Views presented are strictly my own.
Monday, June 23, 2025
एक प्रेम कथा
Friday, June 20, 2025
माचिस की डिब्बियों जैसे घर
माचिस की डिब्बियों जैसे घरों में
माचिस की तीलियों जैसे लोग
एक बार भेजा गरम हुआ तो
सारा वजूद जल कर राख हो सकता है।
पर ये लोग
कुछ पसीने में तर
कुछ शराब में
वो क्या कहा था गुलज़ार ने?
सीली तीलियों में आग नहीं लगती*।
* माचिस फिल्म में एक dialog
Matchbox houses
Housing
Matchstick people
If the head gets too hot
everything burns up
But these people
Some, soaked in sweat
Others, drowned in drink
What is it that Gulzar once said?
Moist matchheads do not catch fire.
Saturday, June 14, 2025
Seeds
That day
And all the days like that day
Too many to count
But they did not vanish.
They put themselves in neat plastic resealable packets
and waited.
They were not days
They were seeds.
Even if you put a seed away
in neat plastic packaging
it does not die.
The only way to kill a seed
is to let it germinate.
It only goes
when it has given the world
what it was meant to give.
That day
and all days like that day
waited
until I took each one out
and gave it
a place
to express itself.
It germinated, the roots spread out and the stalk stood tall
to say its piece
Then, and only then,
the day died.
Closure is not important.
It is imperative.
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वो दिन
और उस जैसे सब दिन
जो दबा दिए गए थे
मन के भीतर कहीं
वे मरे नहीं
पोटलियों में बंद हो गए
प्रतीक्षारत।
बीज को
पोटली में बांध कर
सन्दूक में रख दिया जाए
तब भी
वह मरता नहीं
कई साल तक।
बीज को समाप्त करने का
एक ही ढब है
- उसे अंकुरित होने देना
छोटी छोटी जड़ों से निकल कर
नन्हा सा तना
जब तन कर अपनी बात कह लेता है
उसके बाद ही समाप्त होता है
बीज का अस्तित्व।
वो दिन
और उस जैसे जाने कितने दिन
सहनशील, प्रतीक्षारत
जीवित।
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The thing that shocked me the most about therapy was how seemingly minor days of fights were making me cry over and over again. The days that I thought I forgot. I lived each one for days, wearing the ring for months and feeling the pain every single time. Still unable to speak about many of those days, sobbing quietly into the night.
And this morning, this metaphor came to mind.
On re-reading Illusions
I re-read Illusions by Richard Bach.
And wondered why.
Then, today, a change happened that was only possible because I willed it.
And I realised, the reason I was told to re-read this book is to know that I can still will physical changes.
Sweet, good thing to remember.
Tuesday, June 03, 2025
Kshanikayein
उसके शब्दों के जहाजों पर चढ़ कर मेरे सपने पंख पाते हैं।
कितना ऊंचा उड़े?
जितना ऊंचे कागज़ के जहाज़ उड़ सकते हैं।
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In a parallel universe
there is always
World Peace.
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Monday, June 02, 2025
The best rendition of Ik Kudi Jida naa Mohabbat
When the music is the same, the words are the same, only the voice adds the magic.
The BEST rendition of Ik kudi that I have heard so far:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqZN6ILVx38
*This is a very famous poem by Punjabi poet Shiv Batalvi ji.
Sunday, June 01, 2025
Katran
इतने साल हो गए। अब तो बता दो, चाहती क्या हो?
सोच-समझ कर पूछना ये सवाल। कहीं मैं तुम्हारे गले पड़ गई तो?
उसे गले लगना कहते हैं।