June 25th, 2009 by White_Snipe · 1 Comment
क्यों हुई प्रिये तुम पराई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूंगा
माना था मैं दूर तुमसे
क्यों न पूछा तुमने कारण
किया था मैंने तो हर पल
श्वासों में तुमको ही धारण
लोट कर तुम क्यूँ न आई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूंगा
माना थी मेरी सखी भी
प्रेम कोई पर नहीं था
माना थे हम लोग सहचर
किन्तु वो घर घर नहीं था
तुमने क्यों प्रीति रचाई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूँगा
घडी थी जो यह कठिन तो
वक्त थोडा मांग लेती
निर्णय फिर भी था न मुमकिन
प्राण मेरे मांग लेती
मांग ली क्यों फिर विदाई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूँगा
Tags: Stream of Conciousness
June 24th, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
THIS WEBSITE contains some of the greatest in Hindi Poetry.
And this one from Ramdhari Singh Dinkar is a Killer
रात यूँ कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव होता है
उलझनें अपनी बना कर आप ही फंसता
और फिर बेचैन हो सोता न जगता है
जानता है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ
मैं चुका हूँ देख मनु को जनमते मरते
और लाखों बार तुझसे पागलों को भी
चाँदनी मैं बैठ स्वपनों को सही करते
आदमी का स्वपन है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज उठता है और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो
बुलबुलों से खेलता कविता बनाता है
मैं न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली
देख फिर से चाँद मुझको जानता है तू
स्वपन मेरे बुलबुलें हैं, हैं यही पानी
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू
मनु नहीं मनु पुत्र है यह सामने जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है
बाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल
स्वपन के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है
स्वर्ग के सम्राट को जाकर खबर दे
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे
रोकिये जैसे बने इन स्वपन वालों को
स्वर्ग की ही और बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे
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June 23rd, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
Good People, Good Deeds.
Bad People, Bad Deeds.
Saintly People, No Deeds.
Inactivity is such a great trait.
We the mortals, are cursed to have a restless mind, body and soul.
Yoga, in any form, helps us to still the mind, body and soul.
And thus we transpire in to saints.
Hey all you saints. We know your secrets now.
Tags: Stream of Conciousness
June 21st, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
Talking to you
Is like coming back Home
I have been through this long journey
And still amidst it
Sleepless nights on highways
High beams hitting my head
Twisted bowels, Diarrhea, Dysentery
Noodles, breads being shoved in
And despicable moments being feigned as love
And then you drop in
To make me realize
What the comfort is
What it’s like being at home
Will I ever get to rest in your arms
Or remain cursed to be a wanderer for life
Tags: Stream of Conciousness
June 19th, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
Isn’t it the Free Will
Which enslaves us all
Wouldn’t it be better
To have no rights
And no Banishments
Of Responsibilities and Choice
Wouldn’t it be a bliss
To be imprisoned
In to the darkest cell
Forever
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June 19th, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
There is some one
Sitting on the back of my mind
Watching constantly
Me being observed
Redefining me
Every moment
As per the audience
In this theater
The script is not mine
Actions are not mine
Is life still mine?
Tags: Stream of Conciousness
June 19th, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
Holy dip
In to the waters of silence
And memories of past
Come alive
A lot could have been done
A lot could have been avoided
If only the I, Would not have been me
I still face the same questions
Whether to be myself
Or to be some one better
Fortunately
I will be always me
Tags: Stream of Conciousness
June 11th, 2009 by White_Snipe · 1 Comment
I recently read poems from the collection “Hymns in Darkness” by Nissim Ezekiel. I found some of his poems very appealing. Have a look
1)
Don’t curse the darkness
since you’re told not to,
but don’t be In a hurry
to light a candle either.
The darkness has Its secrets
which light does not know.
It’s a kind of perfection,
while every light
distorts the truth.
2)
You are master
neither of death nor of life.
Belief will not save you,
nor unbelief.
All you have
Is the sense of reality,
unfathomable
as it yields its secrets
slowly one by one.
Some useful links on Nissim Ezekiel:
http://www.kritya.in/0204/En/poetry_at_our_time8.html
http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Nissim_Ezekiel
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nissim_Ezekiel
Liked this too by him:
To force the pace and never to be still, Is not the way of those who study birds Or women.
Isn’t it very true?
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June 4th, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
Tags: India
May 31st, 2009 by White_Snipe · No Comments
Sooner or later things will end,
though we never want them to.
That which begun, will end
So, the end is no more tragic.
Sad, we can’t even define the end.
Can’t make things end the way we want.
Isn’t it tragic.
Tags: Stream of Conciousness