It began with a contrast.
A contrast painted by wretched souls.
The charmers swayed the flames of hate and rekindled the latent spate.
Their sleight of words fanned the ignited hell.
It spread like a swarm of locusts.
Swallowed everything that came in its way.
And with impunity, they paraded their naked hate.
Sad, it created a chasm.
A chasm to be filled with dead souls.
A green witch in your fables
Always escaped
Brought nothing but death
I remember running to bed
Before it struck ten
"One, two, three and green,
You will turn into a witch"
It's midnight,
Time for my potion, a concoction
For my health
"One, two, three and green,
You will turn into a witch"
What is green?
It is grassy
It is mossy
It is muddy
It is slippery
It's the earth and my body
It shines
It devours
"One, two, three and green,
You will turn into a witch"
Am I sleeping? Am I dead?
It is withering
It is lost
Green to brown, to black, to dust
An aching lullaby, ebbing away
From skin to my bones
It's your fables versus my yearning
Like leaves versus autumn
A devil and a goddess
A death, turning green
I always behaved, I hope I was a good protege
"One, two, three and green,
The witch is coming"
This green
Is creeper
A dart left to kill
A poisoned wound
It's midnight,
Time for my potion, a concoction
For my health
Green, witch and death.
Radha scribbled on the walls every time
Amma called her ‘paraya'.
So, this time she wrote
‘no milk for Radha' as Amma
snatched the glass from Radha
and gave it to Raghu.
During afternoon meals,
Radha would question
Amma about the rules
of fractions she learned from
Master ji in her maths class
and scribbled on the red brick wall
‘1/4th for Radha, 3/4th for Raghu' as
Amma divided the rotis.
When Baba's tea stall went bust,
Radha was made to untie her red ribbons
and was forced out of school.
All day she would climb the mulberry trees with Malti
and at night she would scribble ‘no school for Radha'
on the same wall
while writing an essay on
girl's education for Raghu's homework.
Few years later when Baba had no money to
fight hunger, he married Radha off to a stranger
with her hair tied up
in red school ribbons.
Later, on her wedding night her mother-in-law
got almond milk for her son and
Radha scribbled ‘no milk for Radha’
Every night Radha stayed awake watching the stars and whispers
Amma's last words, “ this is not your home" and
would think of her name scribbled all over the walls of the
home.
Her home with her name, which she could never claim.
Have you ever smelled love??
Do you know the fragrance of love?
Is it strong or is it light?
Does it stay or does it go?
I smelled it the day the little boy pulled my dress
to show me a puppy who was tired after a race
I was looking at the puppy faces..turn by turn
The fragrance was same and was filled with love!
I smelled it again, in a mother’s eye
when she allowed her child to fly
It had traces of fear but moments of pride
It was of course love at first sight!
Can I miss it when the father gives off his daughter?
The fragrance of love spreads deep and wide
It gives strength to both for the days to come
You try to hide the emotions.. but the fragrance stays strong!
The family you are part of ; the people you are close to
Near or far, they stick together like a glue
the close clan who stands by even after a fight
The fragrance of love keeps all of us together and tight
I can smell the fragrance when I am with my friends
Some a little light and some a little strong
But I need them at each moment.. lifelong
I preserve the fragrance for a lousy rainy day!
How was I miss the fragrance in my office..
The fragrance spread in between the works..
A little talk and a big laughter spill over the papers
The lunch room takes the fragrance to a different level.
Enjoy each moment and halt to smell
The fragrance that will make you dwell
Spread you own fragrance far and near
Take a little of mine before I go afar!
My birthplace, India, is where the mother in flesh and bones is revered as a God, while the Motherland is hoisted on a pedestal higher than the almighty God.
I was born in a land that is diverse, colorful, and enriched with cultural ethos and values.
I spent the first half of my life in a country that teaches equality and justice for all, the practice of which may be contested by some.
I was born where nature's bounty is considered a blessing, and sharing a morsel is an essential humanitarian element.
Indeed, my birthplace deserves the title of my Motherland, as it taught me about humanity in its finest form.
A decade ago, I landed as an immigrant in a place with which nothing ever matched; At first sight, time raced past in the United States, forcing me to think whether this country ever stops and introspects it's unconventional self.
The concept of God was different; the meaning of life and culture all seemed a lopsided comparison.
This artificial abode did not carry the values my Motherland imbibed in me.
As time passed, I would remember my Motherland thinking of the joys and the frolic I enjoyed there. However, gradually I realized that this foreign land also listened to my anger and complaints and paid heed to the angst within me without asking for favors in return.
As days, months, and years passed, the remembrance of my Motherland started to flay, and the love for the promised land slowly but cautiously enveloped my mind and soul.
This land allowed me to vent and express, to challenge and experiment. Just like my “Janmabhoomi”, this “Karmabhoomi” of mine is about love and love alone. Like any other mother, she forgives, forgets, protects, and provides, sometimes unintentionally failing, yet trying at all times to love her children alike.
Therefore, I ask myself, will it be callous on my part to redefine the home where my heart resides?
Shall I worship the one who nurtured love within or the one who guided me to experience all possible emotions in an entire human life?
Will it be blasphemous if I address her as my new Motherland? Perhaps, I could have two mothers and have the best of both.
Am I the only one, or is every immigrant like me torn between the birth and the guardian Mother?
She lies lost with her injured wings, on the shore of the vast sea and rides the waves alone,
When along comes the dolphin to show her the way back home;
She holds on to his fins, gentle to the most affectionate touch as she nestled around him,
His eyes could not hide the glee of the reassurance,
And for now he knew she had too much;
He leads her through the water towards the rising sun,
Opening for her all the horizons of hope and faith as before there were none,
Towards her days of freedom from where she can see through the glimpses of the beautiful run;
He is a protector who protected her from the rough waves and guided her through the darkness,
He is a friend who healed her broken wings and kissed her maybe which is not a goodbye,
As he knew for once that if was a hope that she needed as her eyes never have shined this bright;
For now it is time for her to mend her wings,
As she never was this happy to take a flight back home with the most beautiful memories to cling.
From what I have been told
by movies, people, and texts,
a person becomes a star
once they are dead
and I have laughed it off every single time,
thinking fables- are meant to make children laugh,
to make them smile,
to be taken as lightly
as the weight of the emptiness between me and them.
After all, how could a person
who dangled a little, slowly walking,
move so far away this quick.
Thinking now, everything that's growing or dead,
was once a child with the softest skin;
like Dadi, like me.
And it hits me, the point of these fables.
As a child, I could be an actor,
pretending to fall asleep to get carried.
A doctor, healing with kisses.
A singer, because she complimented me.
And lately, I have not known what I am,
much less a hundred things in my entirety.
It's fascinating,
I wonder if this is my inheritance.
Fascination;
the point of the stories.
After all, I had never wanted to know
before her hands felt cold,
all the things she had ever been.
I remember her saying,
that her room initially had mud walls
as smooth as her skin was then.
Every time we make a decision,
we lose a choice to make,
we lose the second-best experiences,
and in disposing of anxiety,
a sliver of fascination is traded
with something stable, something concrete,
and a mark appears on the person's skin.
Perhaps, grown of age and works,
blemishes, hardening, a scar
from jumping off a ridge
out of curiosity.
My father mentioned,
He wanted to put an AC in our room,
at the family house in the village,
located directly above Dadi's room
whose every corner, freshly painted,
is now made entirely of concrete.
In the last stage,
of the soft, uncertain skin of the child
come wrinkles.
Right when the person has hardened,
inside and out,
The wrinkles become seemingly infinite,
like the infinity of the stars
and all of a sudden, instantaneously,
the heart and the skin,
both become soft, like a child again.
That should have been my first hint,
that at any moment,
a person is capable
Of becoming anything.
The second, a practical example,
when we burnt her body,
and it disappeared into a form
which I could barely take in with my eyes
but can not yet realize,
to be one with the Ganges,
to breathe as one with the Gods
she devoted herself to.
Maybe giving up a certain amount of fascination
is necessary to gain an understanding of realizations.
56 hours now, I haven't laughed or cried at the movies,
haven't looked at the cosmos with curiosity or certainty,
but something more than wishful thinking,
as against all my beliefs
the stars, despite intent stares
do not seem to be flickering,
as it feels, they have flickered away.
I suppose,
fascination and aspiration are unknown kin
who leave an inheritance for the other
on death.
And in a moment of comprehension
of the stagnant beauty of ever-changing infinity,
they become stars as well.
As I lay on the Earth of our village,
where she had spent a large chunk of her life
without me,
I give the sky the fondest look,
realizing that I am just as far from the stars
as they are from me.
But I try my best to find her,
I know she has with her sharp senses.
Yet I do not wish she exists as a star
but materializes in its belly.
An instance,
in the all-encompassing probabilities
and combinations of elements,
found in endless nuclear reactions.
For she must be reborn like her beliefs,
and I must not allow her loneliness.
It all becomes a possibility
in the boundless stretch of space,
after all, are we, like all,
not made of the same matter
as that of the stars?
As it turns out,
the space between things
is not empty, but rather,
filled with pieces of people, wishes, prayers, hate, affection.
And as my back sinks further into the soil,
I stretch my arms upward,
reaching for the sky,
for things that one might never reach
given a million lifetimes.
But I feel a pilot's rush,
I understand now,
the sky also looks up to me,
that when the longing to embrace
each other is enough,
access to the sky,
becomes a simple matter of admiration.
One day, he messaged her
Out of the blue.
Her heart skipped a beat,
Her face turned red with love.
He turned her life bright
As yellow as the sun.
She got her hopes up
This was a positive sign
They decided to dance
Till the next day arrived.
She put on a new dress
Studded with purple emeralds,
That made her feel like a queen.
Puffed her face,
The pinkish hue lit up her room
Strapping on her new heels,
She went out to dance
Under the moon.
The blackness of the night couldn’t deter her
From meeting her love
Excited and elated
She waited till he arrived
Upon seeing him,
Her face turned white
For in her sight,
There was an evil
Waiting to capture,
Devour her soul
She wailed and shrieked
Tried to run away
The straps of her heels
Broke away
As she squirmed on the ground
Fear grappled her
She heard distant steps
She thought this was the end.
She looked up at the sky
The silvery moon said:
Stand up and fight!
This was not the end.
She reached out and grabbed the shards
Crystal clear they were
Soon they turned red.
A gold light emerged from the sky
Wanting her to take to another place
It was not my fault, she said
Of course, it was, said the light.
It was you who went out at night.
Fighting a lost battle
The universe seemed so unfair
She just wanted to wake up
From this nightmare.
When I die
Bury me under the soils,
Where I can whisper healing to the land,
For I've sinned;
I am guilty of having myself intact,
When what keeps me intact, suffers.
Lay me to the ground,
For I've lied on bitter grounds.
Engrave the word 'honesty’ on my skin,
I deserve such taunts.
The scars I leave on earth
I'll whisper poems for their healing,
In prostration, asking for forgiveness.
Crying tears, I promise, only to water
All the hopes that by err found ropes,
For a potential suicide,
But bury me only where the sun shines brighter,
Than the glittering parts my greed swallowed,
To live happily, only for me.
For not having been able to do,
What I should have.
Repentance, Guilt, Shame.
When I die, ask me
if being alive was all that it took to be dead?
There will be enough said.
Mind you, I won't fill in gaps,
Only silence can answer the hypocrisy.
Dead barren land of mysterious wonder.
You'll know when the sun nurtures,
All parts of me, planting a quite, quiet truth.
So, I don't want to say
Let the rivers run,
I want to say,
bury me beside a stagnant one.
So I know it won't wash away my repentance,
I want to create distance.
Once my heart mends,
I'll stitch you rivers and skies and land
Its fish, birds and sand.
Touch the trunk of me or hands,
Besides flowers and fruits, It bears some simple truth
Can you feel the aura?
Reminiscing and remaining Dead.
So, Send flowers to my grave
And I'll whisper them poems.
Keep me awake,
sinking in soils and drowning in oceans,
And remember to ask me,
If being alive was all that it took to be dead?
Cold.
I feel cold.
Your eyes that look at me are cold,
Devoid any emotions.
Where did the ocean-deep eyes go,
That I fell for.
I look back into those soulless pits,
Feel myself shiver.
Cold.
I feel cold.
As I bleed
Through the wounds your dagger-like words inflicted on me.
Where did the warm words that held me when I hurt go?
I lay on the ground,
The bleeding doesn't stop,
Feel myself shiver.
Cold.
I feel cold.
I am scared.
The world around me doesn't care and never cared.
But you, I thought you would care when I fell.
Where did those arms that held me when the world threw me at the floor go?
I hug myself
Missing the warmth,
Feel myself shiver.
The cold has just grown
Become ice blocks that shut me out.
I am not sure.
Did you shut me out,
Or did I shut myself out?
But I do not want to cry
I can't breathe
But I do not want to show you what you wish to see
My defeat.
But they fell,
The tears of,
Destruction and anger and betrayal
And I feel the ice melt
As I feel the emotions built up in me melt away.
The ice cracks,
And I see the daylight through the crack
I crack it wider with the knives you threw at me
I feel the warmth that you took away from me
I feel the soul that you stole from me
I see myself
And I realise
I should have let myself out sooner.
A wrapped soul under the cover of society,
Asking numerous questions alternative to their enmity,
Nice to be taught, the word freedom,
Scare to abey, for them the freedom is only...seldom.
Soul tries to intervene a lot of times,
Gives me a break please for sometime,
Neither to talk, neither to walk,
I'm not a puppet, listen to me once, oh folk.
Everyday my heart goes away running,
Eyes are teared, why everything is ruining,
Comes there a mere thought of hope,
Puts a break on my longing emotions,
They make a ray for my upcoming situations.
Done with the crap of kindness,
All are fake masking their cunningness,
Cruelty being only their way to lead,
Not a word, just a tear of decaying seed...
ਤੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਮੈ ਮੁੜ ਵਾਪਸ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ,
ਤੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਮੈ ਮੁੜ ਵਾਪਸ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ,
ਮੈਂ ਵੀ ਅੱਗੋਂ ਕਹਿਤਾ ਕੀ ਤੇਰਾ ਇੰਤਜ਼ਾਰ ਕਰਾ ਗੀ,
ਜਿਵੇਂ ਸ਼ਰਾਬੀ ਨੂੰ ਪੀਣ ਦੀ ਲੱਤ
ਓਹਦਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਆਉਣ ਦੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਕਰਾ ਗੀ।
ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਚ ਕਮਲੀ ਬਣ ਗਈ ਯਾਰਾ,
ਤੇਰੇ ਬਿਨਾ ਮੈ ਕੱਲੀ ਹੋ ਗਈ ਯਾਰਾ,
ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਸੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਲਈ ਮੈ ਜਾਨ ਵੀ ਦੇਦਾ,
ਤੇ ਤੂੰ ਸਚਿਓ ਮੇਰੀ ਜਾਨ ਲੈ ਗਿਆ ।
ਜਾਣਦਾ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਇਹ ਤਾ ਦੱਸ ਜਾਂਦਾ
ਕੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਕਸੂਰ ਕਿ ਸੀ,
ਜੋ ਆਖਰੀ ਵਾਰੀ ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਤੇਰੀ ਚਿਤਾ ਤੇ ਵੇਖਣਾ ਸੀ ।
ਇਸ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਰੌਲੀਆਂ ਚ ਕੱਲਾ ਛੱਡ ਗਇਆ ਯਾਰਾ,
ਸਾਨੂੰ ਸਾਰੀ ਉਮਰ ਦਾ ਦਰਦ ਦੇ ਗਿਆ ਯਾਰਾ
ਮਨਿਆ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਤੇਰਾ ਦੇਸ਼ ਸਬ ਤੋਂ ਪਿਆਰਾ ਸੀ,
ਪਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਜੀਣ ਦਾ ਤੂੰ ਕੱਲਾ ਹੀ ਸਹਾਰਾ ਸੀ ।
ਮੇਰੇ ਹਾਸਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਤੂੰ ਰਾਹ ਸੀ ,
ਮੇਰੇ ਸ਼ਰੀਰ ਚ ਵਸਦੇ ਹੋਏ ਤੂੰ ਸਾਹ ਸੀ ।
ਕਿਥੇ ਨਾ ਕਿਥੇ ਪਤਾ ਸੀ ਇਹ ਦਿਨ ਆਊਗਾ,
ਫੌਜੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਸਰਹਦ ਤੇ ਬੈਠਾ ਜਿਹੜਾ
ਇਕ ਦਿਨ ਆਪਣੇ ਦੇਸ਼ ਲਈ ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਹੋ ਜਾਊਗਾ ।
ਤਿਰੰਗਾ ਲਹਿਰਾਂਦਾ ਵੇਖਣਾ ਜਿੱਦਾ ਸੁਫਨਾਂ ਸੀ,
ਉਸੇ ਤਿਰੰਗੇ ਚ ਲਿਪਟ ਕੇ ਓਹਨੇ ਆਉਣਾ ਸੀ ।
ਪਾਵੇ ਸਾਡਾ ਸਾਥ ਰਿਹਾ ਥੋੜਾ ਨੀ ,
ਕਹਾਣੀਆਂ ਵਾਂਗ ਸਾਡਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਵੀ ਰਿਹਾ ਅਧੂਰਾ ਨੀ,
ਪਰ ਫਿਰ ਵੀ ਹਰ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਪਾਉਣਾ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਾਂ ਦਾ ਚੂੜਾ ਹੀ।
ਚਲ ਐੱਸ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਤਾਂ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਹੁਣ ਅਗਲੇ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਮਿਲਾ ਗੇਹ,
ਆਪਣੀ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਫਿਰ ਵਸਾਵਾਂ ਗੇਹ ,
ਪਾਵੇ ਫਿਰ ਤੋਂ ਬਣ ਜੀ ਐੱਸ ਦੇਸ਼ ਦਾ ਸਿਪਾਹੀ ,
ਤੇਰੇ ਕਦਮ ਨਾਲ ਕਦਮ ਨਿਭਾਵਾਂ ਗੀ,
ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਇੰਤਜ਼ਾਰ ਕਰਾ ਗੀ।
सीना टूटा जा रहा है, इस बंजर से आसमान में गहराती शिकायतें भी अब थंब सी गई है एक दरिया था जीवन का अब पनघटे भी सूख रही है समय के स्वरूप से
सपने थे, शिकायतें थी, उम्मीदें थी और ज़िन्दगी जीने का इरादा सब बहे गए इस सैलाब में ना दुःखी होने का और ना ही सूखे होने का असर अब दर्द भी जम गया, सूखे खून की तरह
अब शुरू से शुरू करने की उम्मीदें भी मर गई है इस मन के फैसले भी संभल रहे है कोई फैसला लेने से यह दर्द और इस दर्द के इरादों में ना छाँव का और ना ही किसी किनारे का जिक्र
अब इस मन की गालियां में उबल रही बंजर सी परतें अब ना सुकून की चाह, ना ही सुख की चाह बस मन के उस किनारे का इंतज़ार जहाँ ना जीतने की तमन्ना, और ना ही हारने का गम
मन को इंतज़ार बस उस एकांत का जहाँ सांसे भी रुकती है, मौत के इंतज़ार में बिना सुख दुःख के फर्क में फंसे बस एक ज़िन्दगी, बस एक मौत, उसके बीच में कुछ हसीन पल
जो ज़िन्दगी की सड़क को जमीन भी देते हो और मौत से ज़िन्दगी की सच्चाई को जोड़ते है हर पल बिना किसी दर्पण के उन पलो में दर्द नहीं होता और ना ही क्रोध के क्षण
जहाँ ज़िन्दगी के खेत में सच भी ज़िंदा होता है, जहाँ मौत का खौफ भी नहीं होता और मन के मैल भी धुल जाते है बिना किसी कड़वाहट के ऐसी ज़िन्दगी एक हक़ीक़त और सपना भी होती है सिर्फ जीने वालो के लिए वरना दुख और दर्द के पहाड़ भी मौत से कम नहीं कच्चे मन और तन वालो के लिए
और मैं खड़ी हूँ इन्हीं किसी किनारों पर जहाँ दुःख एक हक़ीक़त है ज़िन्दगी की सच्चाई भी एक अमृत है और यह डगमगाता मन तड़प रहा है कि यह खौफ है या मन के कागज की बाते पर कुछ तो घटित हो रहा है, मन के पन्नों पर
यहाँ सवाल बहुत है, बुद्धि शून्य है और तड़प है सुलझने की अब नासमझी भी समझ आ रही है चल रही है, बसर रही है, ज़िन्दगी की पहेलियाँ इस तन के रेगिस्तान में कई सवालों से लदी है, इस मन की रैलियां ना घर का पता और ना ही कब्रिस्तान का
बस सांसे झूल रही है इन सुनसान सवालों की बेड़ियों में जहाँ ज़िन्दगी खुली किताब होकर भी तोहफे में कैद है, कभी मन में, कभी सांसो में, और कभी सवालों में यह बाड़ है, मेड़ है, मोड़ है या फिर मन का वहम पर अब सच में आईने से भी डर लग रहा है कही यह बांध टूट ना जाए संजोया है खुद को खुद के लिए ज़िंदा रखने की कोशिश में
जरूरत तो बहुत है सब्र, समझदार और सहनशील बनने की पर यह नादानी करना भी ज़िन्दगी का हिस्सा ही है कभी-कभी आँखें ढूंढती है, ज़िन्दगी के उन खम्भों को जहाँ कोई तो खुश होगा, ज़िन्दगी से जब-जब इन आँखों ने देखा, यह दुनिया सिर्फ बंजर ही नजर आई और अक्सर बंजर जमीन पर मेहनत के बीजों की सख्त जरूरत होती है
इस लम्बे दर्द की राहे से निकल भी जाऊँ और सुलझा लू अपने गम की पहेलियाँ लेकिन ना मन, ना तन, और ना ही यह इन्द्रियां तैयार अब यह मोहलते माँग रही समय में, समय से परे होकर मोहलते भरोसे की, यकीन की और संयम की
जहाँ मन के कागज पर पीड़ा सांसो से लिखी हो,बस लेते ही ख़त्म और उसका महत्व भी कम ना हुआ हो जहाँ मस्तिष्क भी सुलझ रहा हो तन को सुन रहा हो, धड़कन की तरह मन मिल रहा हो, सिर्फ मन की तरह
Beyond the Caged-Curtain,
awaits an unfolding world; for the
Mother and the Child.
The anticipation of an invited upcoming
creates a mirthful current;
together..with, tranquil currents.
When she touches the engraved flacon
of inherited fragrance; Soothing. Serene.
She smells it; intently
not a gaze, she could take in
with her Opaque eyes.
Howbeit, she sprays the scent
On wools; Yellow, White, Orange,
and Blue; like Skies.
Firm-Fingers carries works, of two,
and this equanimity gets wearying;
yet, uncovers the Door.
Cuddles the ‘Warm Tuque’ pieced with
Cherries and Sunflowers.
When they wittered and giggled
of her given aviary, She discerns scarcely;
She weaves Love. She weaves Life.
With worship and Middle-eye.
விடுதலை
அடிமை ஜனித்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஆணவம் மடிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
இரத்தம் பாய்ந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஈர்ப்பு குறைந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
உணர்வுகள் சிலிர்த்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஊமைகள் மொழிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
எழுத்துக்கள் ஒலித்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஏரணங்கள் வெடித்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஐயங்கள் ஒளிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஒற்றுமை நிறைந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஓங்கிய திரள் மடிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஓளவியம் அழிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
எஃகுவாள் சீறின - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
கரங்கள் கோர்த்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
கல்விகள் பரவின - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஙாவரம் திரண்டன- பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
சத்தியம் சரிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
செங்குருதி வார்ந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
சொற்றம்பு பாய்ந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ஞாயிறு சுடர்விட்டன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
டமாரங்கள் வெடித்தன- பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
தந்திரம் தோய்ந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
தியாகம் ஜனித்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
துணிவு மீண்டன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
துரோகங்கள் சரிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
நற்பண்பு வென்றன- பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
பாதகம் பற்றியெறிதன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
மதங்கள் இணைந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
மரபு உயிர்த்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
மாந்தர்கள் வெகுண்டன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
யாவரும் முழங்கின - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
ரௌத்திரம் பெருகின - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
லட்சியம் கூடின - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
வர்ணங்கள் மறைந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
வீரர்கள் மடிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
பிழைகள் தெளிந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
சூள் உதித்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
மறம் மீண்டெழுந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
கொடி பறந்தன - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
யாருக்கு ? - பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்…
பிறந்தது
விடுதலை முழக்கம்..
வெஃகல் பரங்கியன் - பதறினான்
பாரதம் கண்டு
பிறந்தது விடுதலை..
யார் யாருக்கு
அளித்தது விடுதலை..
பரங்கியன் கொடுத்ததா ?
பஞ்சம் பிழைக்க
வந்தவன் கொடுத்ததா ?
கேட்டாலே கொக்கறிப்பாள்
தாய் பாரதம்..
விடுதலை - எமக்கு
விடுதலை தர
உம் ஙனம் பாரதம் அல்ல..
வெகுண்டாள் - தாய் பாரதம்
பதறுபவனுக்கு பாரதம்
சொந்தமில்லை..
பயந்தவனுக்கு பாரதம்
சொந்தமில்லை..
வஞ்சித்தவனுக்கு பாரதம்
சொந்தமில்லை..
வந்தோரை வாழ
வைக்கும் பாரதம்..
வாய்ப்பு அளித்தாள்
இருநூறு ஆண்டுகள்
வெள்ளையனுக்கோ - திருந்தும்
எண்ணமில்லை..
பிறந்தது விடுதலை
முழக்கம்..
பாரதத்திற்கு
கொடுக்கப்பட்டது அல்ல
விடுதலை..
பாரதம்
கொடுத்தது விடுதலை..
போராடித் தரப்பட்டது
அல்ல பாரத விடுதலை..
பெரியோர் குருதி சிந்தி
கொடுக்கப்பட்டது
அல்ல பாரத விடுதலை..
கொடுத்தது விடுதலை
தாய் பாரதம்...
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
வெள்ளையன் தலை
தப்பித் தாயகம் திரும்பிட
வழங்கினாள் - விடுதலை
தாய் பாரதம்...
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
அகிம்சை போர் புரிந்து
பெறப்பட்டது அல்ல
பாரத விடுதலை..
விரட்டியடிக்கப்பட்ட
அந்நியனுக்கு கொடுத்தது
விடுதலை
தாய் பாரதம்..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
ஓட்டம் எடுத்தான்
இரவோடு இரவாக..
ஆட்டம் போட்டார்கள்
பாரதக் குழந்தைகள்..
பாரே வியக்க..
வழங்கிய விடுதலைக்கு
கொண்டாடினாள்..
கொண்டாடுகிறாள் - இனியும்
கொண்டாடுவாள்..
தாய் பாரதம்..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
விடுதலை - துஷ்ட
அயலவர்களுக்கு
அளித்த விடுதலை..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
வேற்றுமையில் ஒற்றுமை
கண்ட - பாரதர்கள்
அளித்த விடுதலை..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
இமயம் முதல் குமரி
கொண்ட தாய் பாரதம்
அளித்த விடுதலை..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
இருள் சூழ்ந்த
கலங்கத்தால் - சித்தம்
கலங்கி நின்றாள்
பாரதம்..
வீழ்ந்ததாக எண்ணி
மமதை கொண்டாய்..
வீழ்த்தினாள் - உமக்கு
விடுதலை தந்து..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
ஆகஸ்ட் 15 1947
ஆம் ஆண்டில்
வெளுத்தது
வெள்ளையனின் கறை..
அவன் கறையில் இருந்து
எம் தாய்க்கு விடுதலை...
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
துடைத்தெறியப்பட்டது
கசடுகள்..
காட்சியாக மிளிர்ந்தாள்..
பொன்னொளி தாயவள்
ஒளிர்ந்ததில் - தகதகத்தது
பாரதம்..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
அயலவர்கள் தம்
தாய் மடி சாய
வாழ்த்தி விடைக்
கொடுத்தாள் - விடுதலை
தாய் பாரதம்..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
கொடையன் கர்ணனை
ஈன்றவள் - எம் தாய்..
கொடுத்தவளின் ரேகை
மறைந்திருக்க கூடும்
கரம் ஏந்தத் தோன்றுமோ ?
வழங்கப்பட்ட விடுதலை
அல்ல - வழங்கிய விடுதலை
தாய் பாரதம்..
அதுவே - எங்கள்
பாரத விடுதலை..
போற்றுவோம் எந்நாளும்
நம் தியாக பூமி..!
மறவாமல் இருப்போம்..
நம் சரித்திர விடுதலை..!
வந்தே மாதரம் என்ற
விடுதலை முழக்கம்
எந்நாளும் முழங்குவோம்..
முழக்குவோம்..
வந்தே மாதரம்..!
வந்தே மாதரம்..!
Dazzling dawn with drizzling all around.
Much greener it looked-
as dirt and dust get pristine.
The falling droplets cuddling the earth,
Diffusing a magnificent smell.
The smell that flag off monsoon.
As days passing, it downpours everywhere.
The thirsty globe sipped it up-
Pleasantly filling the belly.
Her quenched thirst-
made the remaining stagnant.
We frolicked, as it seems like a pond.
Enjoyed fishing, swimming and sailing.
Lamentably, elation didn’t last longer.
The endless rain with no time-
Changed the pond into a lake.
Not knowing the boundaries, we panicked.
For us it was an epiphany.
The lakes, ponds and rivers-
overflowed with ecstasy.
Those days are gone, but still alive-
in the core of every single Keralite.
It rained unpredictably-
raising the water to highest capacity.
On that catastrophic night,
They were compelled to unbolt-
those shutters that withheld cataclysm.
The impounded water gushed out-
ferociously engulfing everything in deluge.
Beauteous homes with life and soul,
Drowned in water ruthlessly.
Some collapsed and some endured.
Those days are gone but not forgotten.
Joyous homes with love and laughter,
Abandoned with weeping hearts.
Hopeless mobs woefully moved-
To relief camps provided.
Some among were not ready to evict,
Soon got isolated with no hopes-
and the fear of departure.
Authorities lend a hand-
but not enough to save.
Soon hit the realization-
there are no saviors other than us.
Our hearts murmured,
“We are one and shortly we thrive”.
Boundaries of cast, creed and colour-
vanished into thin air.
With joined hands and caring hearts,
They came with motor boats-
evacuated many of us.
With immense love, they donated food and clothes.
Those days are gone but still recalled.
There came the crack of dawn-
with blazing rays of hope.
The rain perceived,
Together we are undefeatable, hence receded.
Our dwelling with dreams-
Now with clay and silt.
Many we lost, oneness we gained.
Together we stood, together we thrived-
together we resurrected and together-
we rebuilt our Kerala.
I think you all know it took nine months to create beautiful you
But tell me beautiful you
Did this fact helped you to love you ?
If the answer is no
I hope at the end of this poem
You will say to yourself I love you .
First we were like a small seed and to show us this world she had to bleed .
Let's understand this magical but painful journey
So welcome everyone to this journey
No tickets and no fees
So join please
In this magical world all the mother's of this world are magicains
So please join this journey with all your devotion
It's first month of this magical but painful journey.
She is feeling tired,feeling bloated ,peeing more then usual and facing mood swings in this journey
But she managed all of this
And by the end of this
You are about the size of a grain.
To make you a little grain .
She endured a lot of pain
But you say "I hate myself "
Dear she endured a lot of pain
To create beautiful you
So beautiful you
Please say to yourself I love you.
It's 2nd month of this magical but painful journey.
She is still tired ,facing heartburn and now vomiting more then usual in this journey
But you say "why I am on this earth" ?
Dear to give you birth
She faced this much pain
So beautiful you
Please say to yourself
I love you
Now it's 3rd month of this magical but painful journey.
Now she is facing contractions which can be a sign of real or false labour
Pain .
That's what she is facing in this journey
But you say "I wanna end me ".
She was once a 11 year old kid when she got her first period.
From all those years she faced those painful periods .
Please pitty on that little girl .
Who faced blood rain and so much pain to create you
So beautiful you please say to yourself
I love you
Now it's 4th month of this magical but painful journey.
Now she is facing digestion problems ,shortness of breath or breating faster then usual ,she may feel dizzy or even faint in this journey
But you say "I can't do anything. "
Dear you are her everything
So beautiful you
Please say to yourself
I love you
Now it's 5th month of this magical but painful journey.
She is facing heartburn,leg cramps,swollen feet and many more problems in this journey
But still you say "I have no worth on this earth "
See how much pain she endured to give you birth on this earth .
So beautiful you Please say to yourself
I love you .
Now it's 6th month of this magical but painful journey
Now she is facing etching problem especially on her stomach as her skin stretches,feeling dizzy ,swollen legs and faced many more problems in this journey
But you say "I wanna end my life "
Dear daily her skin stretches to created beautiful you .
So beautiful you Please say to yourself I love you .
Now it's 7th month of this magical but painful journey.
As her belly expends she might also loose her ability to bend .
All those previous problems are still there like leg cramps ,dizziness ,heartburn and many more .
Buy what you do ?you ignore
And say "I am weak "
Tell me can a person who faced all these problems can be considered weak ?
If no then you are strong baby of a strong mother
So beautiful you Please say to yourself
I love you .
Now it's 8th month of this beautiful but painful journey.
All previous problems are still there in this journey.
As you are growing her uterus may press her stomach up against her lungs which can create problem in breathing
But you say "God why I am breathing "?
Beautiful you Please say to yourself
I love you
Now it's 9th month of this magical but painful journey
And we all know problems will be still there in this journey.
Now it's the time to give you a life .
So in this process she risks her life
A human body can endure 45 units of pain
But during labour Pain she can endure 57 units of pain equilant to 20 fractures at a time
So now don't waste your time and
See this is what she did to give you this life .
So please don't hate or waste this life .
She faced a lot of problems to give you this life .
So when you face any problem in this life
Don't say "I wanna end me "
Say "I wanna love me "
She struggled to give you a proper shape
And in this process of giving you a proper shape .
She lost her actual shape .
She slept uncomfortably so that you can sleep Comfortably In her belly .
Your peace and sleep matters a lot to her .
So dear don't allow someone to disturb your peace and sleep .
Your creator didn't get it so cheep .
She suffered and paid a lot to protect your peace and sleep
So beautiful you Please say to yourself
I love you
Because she loved you
She loves you
And she will always love you .
Forever and ever
As we slowly gravitate towards the end of life
Sneaking and peeking through the divine souls
An impression we create as we move ahead
Smiling and smirking through the tides of time
Heaven's gate we all proclaim
Unbeknownst to the maze ahead
May we all meet one day under the alien roof
I'll say heaven, you say Earth.
Priyanjana Subba
FORGETFULNESS
These wispy clouds of memory,
Driftin’ aimlessly in our mind,
When needed most they delude us all,
These thoughts we cannot find.
These hidden thoughts, they make us frown,
We ponder and we think,
Our heads start throbbing, aching,
Our souls get dampened, our faces sink.
When we’re on the brink of failure,
That thought flashes through our head,
Our thirst starts quenching, but is not quenched,
For the unseen again has fled.
Like stars in a cloudy sky,
Like corals in water green,
These thoughts are present behind the veil,
They are never seen.
They run around in an endless loop,
Hiding from our sight,
In times of help, leave us flailing,
And selfishly take flight.
Like the Moon sailing through the clouds,
Like the peeking sun of morn,
They are unseen, but always felt,
They never stop, just move on.
THE END
आयुष्य जगताना माझी मी न राहिली
विविध भूमिका मी चोख निभावत राहिली
मी आधुनिक महिला आता चार भिंतीमधे न राहिली
चुल आणी मूल ही व्याख्या बदलून आता अजुन एक भूमिका निभाऊ लागली
कारण आता मी ही कमाऊ लागली!
अस्तित्त्वाची ही लढाई खूप काही सांगू लागली
कोणतीच भूमिका न थकता न हरता निभावू लागली
कारण आता मी ही कमाऊ लागली!!