Words

around me, i see dreams failing, most loved couples falling apart, families, people who were so much together that they were one. it makes me sad and scared too. what if? have asked this question many times these past few weeks.

but that doesn’t stops me from loving. till the time i’ve, i’ll. this is what that matters most. love is not to be measured in the years spent together, it is in the moments lived forever.

Love XOXO,
originally uploaded by Pink Sherbet Photography.

kya kabhi tumne
jab kholi hain hatheliyan apni namaj ke liye
ya joda hai inhein prarthna ke samay,
kya yaad kiya hai apne rab ko itna
ke mehsoos kiya hai
use bilkul apne kareeb?

kya kabhi tumne
yaad kiya hai apne pyaar ko bohat
aur chooma hai
uski khusboo ko, apni
inhi hatheliyon se ubharte huye?

kya kabhi tumne
dekha hai in hatheliyon ko
subah uth-te hi
aur jaana hai
ke lakeerein badal sakti hain
kismaton ki bhi?

attempted translation,

have you ever
when opening your palms for the namaj
or binding them for a prayer
remembered your God so much
to feel Him
right next to you?

have you ever
remembered your love the most
and kissed her fragrance
emerging out
of these palms of yours?

have you ever
waking up in the morning,
witnessed these palms
and understood
that lines could change
of destinies too?

one of my dearest friends, payal is blue. and this comes both as a prayer and a reminder for her.
if i’ve felt even a moment’s love in my heart, ever, He’ll listen to her. please take care, dear friend.

image courtesy, the gorgeous flickr site of pink sherbet. you can access the original here.

a few nights ago, when i was walking back from the Paharganj side of the New Delhi Railway Station (NDLS) to the Ajmeri Gate side, i’d this notion of something filling up my head, someone i should listen to perhaps.

“you’ve been here before, walked the same dusty old bridge crossing the NDLS railway tracks. you were confused, losing the way that day also. and had resorted to walking. because walking gives you time, calms the mind, lets you think what to do.” what was my mind telling me? or was it some higher power nurturing me with long-forgotten wisdom? what i needed to learn from that moment?

the answer came slowly. as i descended the bridge and trudged forward only on intuition as to where my destination, the metro station should be, i automatically solved an old problem of mine. despite being through the railway station umpteen times i was still confused with these two sides. and once or twice, i’d to actually retrace my steps or cancel my plans because of this. i’d landed in the same physical spot twice and went back, as i was afraid to explore, to move forward. now, i thought, “i’ll never be confused or worried about this route or place. i’ve found my way.”

and this is the lesson i learned those few nights ago.“life takes you to places or situations again ‘n again, to make you learn things from them, the lessons most needed for your growth. if not in the previous attempt, if you avoided it before, or stepped back, you’ll eventually turn the same corner and will have to face the same situation. again. you’ve got to grow. and there’s no other choice about it.”

as i stand on the verge of one of the most important decisions in my life, something which i’ve been avoiding all through; as her words, her realities; our dreams (and not mirages) wait for resurrection, it is this sense of deja vu that i’ve to shake off, and act decisively.

its time.

sorry for not being here, blogging and being in touch with you. there are some matters, that have become very important and need to be sorted out before i write & post again. hope to be back soon.

– adi

replying to comments

WE

shadows: tere shabdon se darr lagne lagta hai kabhi kabhi. aur teri sacchai se bhi.
anil: evil eyes, indeed.

NOW PLS DO GET UP LOVE

alok, cuckoo, gillian, sugar: thanks for everything.

SOMETIMES
alok, gillian, ashish, aadeee, sugar, ben, dharma, mindslide: thanks for the wonderful comments.
maddie: even if i were, what difference would it have made to my life?
dust: thanks for the translation. thanks from the heart, dost.
dee: haan. aur uske alawa jaroorat bhi nahi kisi aur shabd ki.
starry: m sorry lalitha, but i might not be here for sometime. hope u and our sister are good. me & dee are living our lives, together.

ARJUNA’S CONSCIENCE

aditi, alok, ss: thanks guys.
hdwk: haan ye krishan ka hi kathan hei, arjun ke liye. ye title isliye, kyonki this was originally posted as a comment on dee’s post of the same name. she posted it here to remind me of the answers within.
gillian: yes, it is. this is shri krishna with his devout arjun at the battle of kurukshetra in the epic mahabharata.
endevourme: thanks and welcome to delhidreams. hope to find you here when i come back.
mindslide: m so sorry friend, couldn’t translate it for you. not now. maybe later sometime. or somebody else can try. i request him/ her to.

first, do read the metaphor – I, some posts earlier

you are not love
as love sources
hatred for sustenance

you are not life
as life decrees
death for definition

you are not light
as light espouses
darkness for existence

you are but me
i
your sole metaphor

chalo
ke dhoop nikal aayi hai
kirno ki payal pehne
badlon ke peeche se jhankti
hare patton mein khilkhilati
keh rahi hai tumse
bohat bheeg liye tum
sawan ke is mausam mein
thoda roshni mein bhi naha lo
to dhul jaye gard andheron ki

come
that sunshine has arrived
wearing an anklet of rays
watching from behind the clouds
smiling in the green leaves
is saying
enough you have drenched
in this time of monsoon
now, come bath in the light too
let the dirt of darkness wash away