memories have settled in their slums/
hidden away in corners/
they ooze out faith and filth/
my ecstatic mourners/
my days bring me hopes/
bursting at their seams/
my nights gift me nightmares/
wrapped in my dreams/
i keep building and breaking/
i fight, and fall apart/
i am, a city in the making/
i am my end, my endless start
-adee, 06.08.2014
एक क़तरा ही तो था वो पानी का/
ज़िन्दगी वो भी चुरा ले गयी, कम्बख़्त/
कितने सावन हुए अब, /
आँखों में मानसून deficient ही रहता है.
ek qatra hi toh tha wo paani ka/
zindagi wo bhi chura le gayi, kambakht/
kitne saavan huye ab,/
aankhon mein monsoon deficient hi rehta hai.
-adee
commented this just a moment ago on a dear blogger-friend’s post titled ‘now’. thanks to her for giving this impetus to write this little bit…
“what is now for me is lying on my tummy on my bed while keeping my neck curved enough to help me type this; to feel the sultriness of the day go away with that evening rain and the fan being enough to promise a good night’s sleep; to look forward to the day tomorrow expectantly ‘coz big grinding gears of life seem to have been put in motion finally…”
what is your ‘now’?
-adee
nahi banna mujhe kundan
na hi chamakana kanak samaan
nahi mitaani kshudhaa jag ki
na hi badhaana apna maan
नहीं बनना मुझे कुंदन
न ही चमकना कनक समान
नहीं मिटानी क्षुधा जग की
न ही बढ़ाना अपना मान
nahi banna mujhe moti
til til tadapna aur nahi
nahi banna mujhe heera
taap mein tapna aur nahi
नहीं बनना मुझे मोती
तिल तिल तड़पना और नहीं
नहीं बनना मुझे हीरा
ताप में तपना और नहीं
kacchi mitti ka manush hoon
mujhe,
kaccha hi rehne do
bus aur nahi nikharna mujhko
ab aur pareeksha,
aur nahi
कच्ची मिटटी का मानुष हूँ
मुझे,
कच्चा ही रहने दो
बस और नहीं निखरना मुझ को
अब और परीक्षा,
और नहीं
-adee / आदि 26/07/14
lafzon ke bazaar lage hain, khamoshi ko aanke kaun
chehre leepe-pote sabne, dil ke bheetar jhaanke kaun
लफ़्ज़ों के बाज़ार लगे हैं, ख़ामोशी को आँके कौन
चेहरे लीपे-पोते सबने, दिल के भीतर झाँके कौन
mann bhi ek vyaakul mrig sa, naate-rishte chaan raha
jaane kaisi pyaas hai isko, iski dor ko haanke kaun
मन भी एक व्याकुल मृग सा, नाते-रिश्ते छान रहा
जाने कैसी प्यास है इसको, इसकी डोर को हाँके कौन
chhoda sab kuch peeche apne, naam jo tera odh liya
deewanon ki mehfil mein, hum jaise aur baanke kaun
छोड़ा सब कुछ पीछे अपने, नाम जो तेरा ओढ़ लिया
दीवानों की महफ़िल में, हम जैसे और बाँके कौन
kaun hai jo likhwata ye sab, alakh dikhakar chup raha
jeevan ke andhere path mein, chaand ghazlon ke taanke kaun
कौन है जो लिखवाता ये सब, अलख दिखाकर छुप रहा
जीवन के अँधेरे पथ में, चाँद ग़ज़लों के टाँके कौन
-adee 21/07/14
i’m a sandcastle of moments/
built on the shores of time/
by a God/
unaware that He is a child
-adee
not in the forced laugh, not in the painted face. beauty is more often than not found in what is mundane, even ugliness, in grace. yesterday, i saw a funeral procession and it was beautiful for all its fragile humanity. like Coleridge’s Mariner, finding beauty in the usually unexpected places lifts the albatross of despair from my neck, always. and that’s when i realize…my life may not be ideal or happy or perfect, but beautiful it is.
It seems that all his life, life was preparing him for this, the stage with no memories. No old houses to see, no childhood stories to relive, no family photographs to revisit time and again. Whatever he had loved became distant eventually, whatever he had collected was left out, whatever he built, disappeared on its own. The good thing was, he could’t look behind. A man with no memories can only look up to the future, right?
Adee.
00:59, May 28, 2014
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.