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what brings you here

chaand

chaand,
aaj raat jab tum jao uski chhat par
to dheere se barasna wahan
samet lena uske har ehsaas ko
aur le aana
subah ki os bana kar

moon

moon,
when you go to her terrace tonight
rain a little lightly there,
embrace her every feel
and bring them to me
in the form of morning’s dew
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sunday forever

tum

tum
waqt ki is dhadkan ko
apni aankhon se chhookar
poora banati ho
tum pyaar ko,
pyaar banati ho

its that time of life when even five friends feel like a crowd.

let aparna draw the positive & negative space assignment for her friend, let agnibh pull akash’s legs as much he likes, let anjum be as infatuated as he is with neha…let the world go round & round doing whatever it wants to do…all i beg for, is her head to stay on my heart and my arms around her…and these heartbeats will be complete.

this sunday afternoon, we were at aparna’s place, and amongst all this crowd, she was there with me. this sunday afternoon, i was with her. all i beg for, is this sunday to stay with me forever.

you

your eyes
touch
this moment’s heartbeat
and complete it
you make love
what love is

song of the moment, ‘aap ki nazaron ne samjha’ by lata
image courtsey, corbis.com

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apsy wonder


kaan

dono kaanon mein
do alag tarah ki baliyan pehn-ne wali ek ladki
us se mila to laga
kahin-kahin main bhi hoon uske jaisa
bolne wale ke swaroop se
badal leta hoon apne sun-ne ko main
baliyan to nahi pehanta uski tarah
bus kaan pehan leta hoon alag tarah ke kabhi

ear

a girl who wears
two different types of ear-rings in both ears
i met her and felt
somehow, i too am like her
i change my ‘hearing’ to
the speaker’s presence
ear-rings, i don’t wear like her
just wear different ears sometimes


don’t you think, we change our hearing to the kind of person we are talking to? different set of ears for the mother then for the boss, different for a friend to a stranger on the bus…how conveniently we change our responses to the surroundings.


dedicated to the girl who wears two different kinds of ‘baali’ in her ears. somone, who started being apsy wonder, became my hagrid on the way and is now, i don’t know precisely, dont want to put her on a pedestal, ‘cos everybody does that around her, whatever, but plays a very important part in this life.

the most curious thing about us is that (actually there are a lot), we met due to a spam mail. one of my net friends had this habit of mass mailing hundreds of ppl together. after many futile efforts, i replied him, with a little dressing down and clicked the ‘reply all’ button.

only aparna mudi replied.

why? i don’t know. perhaps even she doesn’t.
aparna…hmmm, she’s a genius, a fashion guru in making, studying in national institute of fashion technology, yeah ‘the nift’, making lot of friends on the way and attracting all the miseries life can offer 🙂 she has all the qualities one asks for in a friend and then some more.

a woman in the most difficult of times, and a girl who plays with her little doll sabrina in even worse times, she’s the most madly in love person i’ve come across. and perhaps more sarcastic than me 🙂

anyways, i dont know what else should i add here. all i want is to thank her for giving me the most wonderful gift of my life. she brought ‘the one, my teacher’ to me. and as all beautiful things, this too was an accident.

all i can do now, is to sit back and be amazed at the chain of events. from a simple radio show, ‘post a card’ to ‘the dot com guy’ to that mass mail and aparna’s reply…to the 28th of january wherein i talked to one of her friends on phone and later wished her on the 5th of feb., to this day in the november of 2006, it has been a long, drawn out process.

the incredible thing is, nobody guessed what was happening actually. and lives changed forever. we think we know what is going on with our lives, but we can’t be more off the track. nobody knows, what one moment might lead to.

just try to live the moment as completely as you can, try not to hurt people intentionally and love with all you’ve got, this much my hagrid has taught me. and i’m trying to learn as fast as i can 🙂

image courtsey, corbis.com

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vidaa

a translation of the previous post by sigma. for starry and others…


Goodbye

When you depart,
turn away quickly
and board
your bus
or the metro train
that takes you away from me.

Or,
leave without saying a goodbye
because I cannot bear
to see you go away .

image courtsey, corbis.com

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goodbye


vidaa

jab tum vidaa lo
to mud jaayaa karo jaldi se
aaur chadh jaayaa karo
apni us bus,
yaa metro rail mein
jo tumhein le jaati hai mujhse dur

ya,
chali jaayaa karo bin bataaye mujhe
kyonki jaate huye tumhe
dekhaa nahi jaataa mujhse

i haven’t attempted translating it. i’ll try, but could somebody help me with it. please.
image courtsey, corbis.com
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puddle

a puddle
is but a hollow
of empty earth
and wasted water
like me,
a heroic hollow
of empty promises
and a mud filled soul
but a night comes
when even the puddle becomes beautiful
a night
when the moon smiles in it
i am waiting, for the night
when my moon will come
and merge in to my eyes
making me beautiful, for ever
image courtsey, gettyone.com

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wind

the wind looks so good blowing through her hair…



this week’s topic on illustration friday was wind. pencil color, scanned and retouched a bit in photoshop (with soumindo’s generous help). still not what i intented to, but time is running out and with a new friday, a new topic will come 🙂

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shhh

on a day that came after seven stretched out days, a minute that was preceded by forty five minutes of waiting and a moment that appeared after a million agonising moments… i felt her head on my shoulder and nothing else matterred anymore.

chhuo mat,
bikhar jayega ye,
simat jayega apne khol mein kahin,
ya beh jayega yaad ban ke…
saans ka jajba hai
saans rok ke jiyo ise…

don’t touch,
it will scatter,
hide into its shell
or turning into a memory, will flow away
it’s a feeling of breath
live it, holding your breath…

isn’t it amusing, that after a whole week of preparation, of careful selection of clothes to look like i haven’t bothered about what to wear and a more particular preparation of what to say & what to do when i’ll meet her…i found myself again without words & gestures.

just outside the delhi university metro station, the sunday afternoon sun found me settled beneath a slightly wrinkled, but shaded tree. i feel, it will see me there a little often these days 🙂

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onion skins

pyaaz
bahut samay pehle
dil, dimaag, jism aur rooh
sab alag hua karte thhe
pyaaz ke chilkon ki tarah
parat dar parat
kitne tukde hua karte thhe mere
phir ek din pyaar aaya
aur pighla kar ek kar gaya mujhe
ab to sirf tu hi bacha hai bus
onion
a long time ago
heart, mind, body and soul
everything was separate
like onion skins
layers upon layers
so many different parts i had
then one day, love arrived
and melt me in to one being
now, only ‘you’ are left
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still no words, adi?


it is strange, when I’d no words, the world came by and listened.

thanks to everyone who came around to delhidreams, sat with me and heard whatever i’d to say. why i’m writing this. because delhidreams is a year old now.

more so, at a time when i do not feel like posting anything. so many poems are written, lying abandoned, rusting in the notebooks, because i want to post something special for one individual.

life has closed one chapter, and a fresh one has begun. and this all took form recently. perhaps, the process was on for some time, only i didn’t realize the world changing around me. yes hagrid, god does exists, and it exists in your very shadows. it existed there all the time. how foolish i could have been. and bugs, yes i’ve been naive enough to ignore everything, whether gift or abuse, fault or purpose, perhaps not this one, not this time.

am feeling very calm. at ease with myself and the world around. everything has a new beauty, like the old landlord couple above. it is something felt, till the very pores of these fingers.

and this time too, nothing except words for you, my teacher.

main roun to mere aansu nahi
main muskuraun to main nahi
main kya likhun, main kya padhun
mere shabd ye mere nahi
ye kaise tujhko bataun main
meri har main me, samayi hai tu hi

a translation attempt for starry and others,

if i cry, the tears are not mine
if i smile, i’m not the one smiling
what do i write, what do i read
these words are not mine
how do i tell you
you are the one, merged in my every ‘me’

can’t find an end to this post
no full-stops here
its a journey, and the journey needs no end
just three dots would do here,

welcome to delhidreams…

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