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यथा दृष्टि तथा सृष्टि

यथा दृष्टि तथा मात्रा
यथा मात्रा तथा विद्या
यथा विद्या तथा सृष्टि -
यथा दृष्टि तथा सृष्टि |

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

जुनून

अह्ल ए हकम की शाबाशी कभी हासिल न हो,
किसी तारीफ़नमे का दीदार कभी न हो,
पर करामात इतना छोड जाएँगे,
के लौह-ए-असल पर दर्ज रहेगा,
के मेहनत कभी कम नहीं हुई,
के जुनून कभी कम नहीं हुई |

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल

बिन जुनून के चाहत ऐसी, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसी,
बिन इज़्तिराब के 'श्क़ ऐसी, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसे |

हर लफ़्ज़ हर याद में ढूँढता हूँ, तुम्हारी आवाज़ की सरगम,
हर बात बेमतलब लगती है, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसे |

वक़्त के भुलाए ख़्वाब जैसे, बिन महक के फूलों जैसे,
ज़िन्दगी बेजान लगती है, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसे |

ख़ामोशी के आसमाँ से आँसुओं की बारिश गिरा दे
बिन बादल के फ़लक ऐसे, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसे |

इन सुनसान दीवारों पर अपनी हंसी के रंग चढा दे,
बिन पनाह के मकान ऐसे, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसे |

लडखडाओ, डगमगाओ, झलक दो के तुम इन्सान हो
बिन जज़्बे के आँखें ऐसे, बिन बहर के ग़ज़ल जैसे |

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Ghazal in progress

Desire that has no passion, is like ghazals that have no beher.
Longing that is not restless, is like ghazals that have no beher.

In songs, in sounds, in music, these ears seek out the notes of your voice,
All speech to them is meaningless, like ghazals that have no beher.

Like a flower that has no fragrance, like a memory robbed by time,
Life passes in dull soullessness, like ghazals that have no beher.

From the heavens of silence pour down a gentle rain of tears,
Cloudless the sky's vast emptiness, like ghazals that have no beher.

Fill these barren chambers with the many colours of your laughter,
This house stands sombre, shelterless, like ghazals that have no beher.

Populate the darkness with stars, tiny orbs of twinkling delight,
Else there is just blank mirthlessness, like ghazals that have no beher.

Step across my threshold, and purge my home of its melancholy,
Else 'Wanderer' remains homeless, like ghazals that have no beher.

Long Time No See

I think this might be more in the doggerel line:-

Long time no see not to be seen
Arre my good friend where you been?
Calling in office calling in home
Without no telling where you roam?


Aiyo, Here he comes! What do I do?
How do I tell him that I have been
Avoiding the very sight of you?
And hell! I cannot even be mean!

What you doing nowadays bhai?
You will say been busy, I know.
But never busy for cutting chai
It good for you I telling so.


How do I tell him I hate cutting tea
And the waste of time that it entails?
The office brew's good enough for me
But let's not go into the details.

Went to college together, man
And doing job in office nearby
But catching you I never can
Why avoiding me, tell me why?


Should I really tell him what I think
Of his manners and his behaviour?
That I'm the one paying for his drink,
Ever since the days of St. Xavier?

Do I tell him I don't like it when
He mooches money on this or that
Silly pretext and then asks again,
But never returns any, the rat!

Should I tell him…

वक़्त

मंज़िल बदल जाते हैं वक़्त के साथ, ख़्वाहिश नहीं बदलती
ख़ुराक़ बदल जाते हैं वक़्त के साथ, तलब नहीं बदलती
पेशे बदल जाते हैं वक़्त के साथ, थकान नहीं बदलती
तुम बदलोगे, दुनिया बदलेगी, नसीब होगा सिर्फ़ सिफ़र
हंगाम बदल जाता है वक़्त के साथ, हालात नहीं बदलते |

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Six Elderly Aunts

Six elderly aunts had I
Six nagging, bragging souls.
At family weddings I
Am the poor one they'd hold.

"You're next, you're next!" they tease me
"You're next in line to go!"
"Tied up in matrimony,
You'll not long be solo."

"We'll tie you with apron-strings,
Bind you with bridal charms.
We've found you a homely girl
Who with her smile disarms!"

Six elderly aunts had I
Six nagging, bragging souls.
Then Aunt Maragatham died,
For age must take its toll.

The five left are now solemn,
There's wedding talk no more.
"You're next, you're next!" I tell them,
"You're next in line to go!"

आ'इने वक़्त

ख़्वाहिश ए कौम की आवाज़ सुनो, आ'इने वक़्त में झांक के देखो|
मुहिब्ब ए जान हो तो गौर करो, आ'इने वक़्त में झांक के देखो|

आवाज़ यह मौजूद ज़माने की, गली‍ गली में गूँजती है|
सदा ए महकूम है इनक़िलाब, आ'इने वक़्त में झांक के देखो|

बादशाहों के ताज समन्दर की लहरों पर सफ़ेद झाग है
जो बहाकर ले जायेगी सैलाब, आ'इने वक़्त में झांक के देखो|

अपने नाम के मोहर पिघला दे, रुतबा सिर्फ़ आल्लाह का होगा|
याद रखना वह माँगेगा हिसाब, आ'इने वक़्त में झांक के देखो|

जला दो अपने फ़तवे फ़रमान, नकार दो यह शौक़त ओ शान
कितने दिन तक रहेगा शबाब, आ'इने वक़्त में झांक के देखो|

रौब‍-रुबाब जमाते-दिखाते, नज़रन्दाज़ न कर देना
इन सरगर्मियों के इज़तिराब, आ'इनेवक़्तमेंझांककेदेखो|

ज़मीन कांपते गिरेंगे महल, आग लगते जल जाएँगे ताज
तब भी करोगे इतना मक़ताब? आ'इनेवक़्तमेंझांककेदेखो|

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

तोहफ़ा

महफूज़ रखेंगे आपके तोहफ़े,
जो दर्द दिये, जो सितम दिये;
‍ग़‌म नहीं के तुमने ग़‌म दिये,
ग़‌म यही के तुमने कम दिये|

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Longing

I cannot wait
for you to pull me off my bed
run your finger through my spine
open me and plunge right in;
tensed I wait for your wet finger
to touch me.
Grasp me
Fondle me beloved
before I return to spend an eternity
on the bookshelf.

eyes

my eyes met hers in a train
her hands rose to cover them
and revealed one and then the other
a little giggle burst out
and i was in love

i hid myself behind my book
her earnest eyes searched
i suddenly revealed myself
and said boo
she laughed out in her shrill voice
and i was in love again

then she covered her face
and unhid it again
she shouted boo and laughed
and i was in love forever

More rain

Var 1:-

The lightning sparks glee,
It thunders with ecstasy,
And gently rains joy.

Var 2:-

The lightning sparks glee,
And thunders with ecstasy.
And rain gently pours.

Worship

I spoke to Him.
He asked:
Why dost thou
worship me?
Dost thou worship my
infinite genius
of creativity that
made the heavens,
the flowers and thee?
Or dost thou worship
the unerring
measurer of thy deeds,
who judges and sentences
without appeal?

Limits

For every Alexander
There is a Punjab,
For every Bligh a Bounty,
An East India Company
May plunder, chase revenues
And impose doctrines,
But it would do well
To steer clear of Dumdum bullets.

Parody - Give back my Refund

My Refund cries under the taxman
My Refund cries under the king
My Refund cries under the taxman
Oh give back my Refund to me

Give back, give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, give back
Give back my Refund to me

Last night as I sat with my accounts
Last night as I sat with my books
Last night as I sat with my accounts
I dreamed that my Refund was dead

Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me

Oh throw ye curses o'er the taxman
And throw ye curses o'er the king
Oh throw ye curses o'er the taxman
And Get back my Refund to me

Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me

The lies will blow over the taxman
The lies will blow over the king
The lies will blow over the taxman
And give back my Refund to me

Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me

Ghazal: A Song of Lost Love

Squashed, she lay in a pool of other people's blood,
Squished, she lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Oh! Her crumpled gossamer wings shall buzz no more,
Hushed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Alas! Her broken slender legs shall land no more,
Smashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Oh! Her maxillary palps shall sense veins no more,
Bashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Oh! Her blunted piercing stylets shall drill no more,
Mashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Alas! Her maxilla shall suck up blood no more,
Coshed, it lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Dreams of little maggots floating in still water,
Dashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Hopes of a malarial life lived together,
Quashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Pitiful this male mosquito sings lamenting,
Crushed, She lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Poesis Persica

"Scripsis poesem Persicam, eh!"
"Lingua pulcherissima est, ne?"
"Scriptum arabicum est."
"Nimium bellum, non est ne?"
"Id quid codum secretum Al-Qaedae visum est."
"Vere dicistis fabulae! Id prex ad Khodam est."
"Khoda Allah est, integre?"
"Multi sunt nomines Dei."
"Illi viri clamant Allahu-Akbar, non clamantne? Codum est, scivi ego!"
*
"TERRORATOR SIMULANS POETA PERSICA CAPTUS EST"

A ghazal of vengeance

Those times of strain, those tears of suffering, shall be remembered.
Of ceaseless toil and repeated trying, shall be remembered.

Sincerely made attempts to please unrelenting hearts,
Efforts in vain, always failing, shall be remembered.

I never sinned, yet in the minds of those who judge me,
This damning stain, never fading, shall be remembered.

They say I failed; I fled from them. But their curses that
Follow in train,never pausing, shall be remembered.

But yet Raamesh, shall dauntlessly be avenged some day
His heavy price, never sparing, shall be remembered.

रेगिस्तान

तुम्हारी मोतियों के रेगिस्तान
का हम क्या करेंगे?
जी लेंगे हम
अगर आप हमारे नाम
एक आंसू मॊहब्बत का बहा देंगे!

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

पाठक को प्रणाम

मैंने तो केवल खींची थीं कागज़ पर,
काली सियाही की चन्द रेखाएँ;
तुम्ही ने बनायीं उन रेखाओं को,
कथा‍पात्रों की जीवनरेखाएँ |

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

What beauty in a bulbul that does not sing?

What beauty in a star that does not twinkle?
what love in an anklet that does not tinkle?

What beauty in a bulbul that does not sing?
What beauty in a school-bell that does not ring?

How cute a buffalo not covered in mud?
What beauty in a louse that does not suck blood?

What fun politicians who do not gaffe?
What beauty in a snob who likes the riff-raff?

What beauty in an aunt who does not gossip?
What use a banana peel that does not trip?

What beauty in an itch that you cannot scratch?
What beauty in an account that does not match?

What beauty in a will that is not for me?
What beauty in a download that is not free?

What beauty in puris that drip not with oil?
What beauty in a python that does not coil?

What beauty in a witch who does not cackle?
What fun a footballer who does not tackle?

What beauty in a scorpion that does not sting?
What beauty in a gutter that does not stink?

What beauty in a fly that irritates not?
What beauty in you who appreciates not?

कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

सालों अकेला रह जाने का कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं
बेबस राह देखते रह जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

जब तेरा साथ ही नहीं था, बिछड़ने का क्या डर
तन्हाई में तरस जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

यादों की बैसाखी पकडे कटती है ज़िन्दगी
इन्हें कभी भी ख़ो जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

लिपट जाऊँ मैं तेरी बिछड़ाहत के नूर से
इस पतंगे को जल जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

यह चाहत तेरी, न मरने देती है न जीने
पर छटपटाते रह जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

अकेले पन की अब आदत लग गयी है सनम
तेरे बिन जीवन जी जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

अब तू आएगी तो घबरा जाए रामेश, लेकिन
आ जा, तेरे आने जाने का, कोई फ़िक़्र नहीं

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

homage to hedonia

seize the day
there is tomorrow
seize on joy
to hell with sorrrow

i place on your altar
cocaine and crack
in your great temple
no pleasure shall lack

for some you're a cigarette
joy wrapped in paper
or a charas-filled chillum
which high doesn't taper

some seek you in wine
they sip you, they sniff you
for some you're in toddy
they straightforward quaff you

you're a sachet of gutkha
a snort of some snuff
for some you're in shoe-
polish or similar stuff

some seek you in sport
they seek victory
on top of a mountain
in the surf of the sea

some scared of defeat
choose the spectator-box
for them you're the win
of the boston red sox

some seek to seduce
the one they adore
weaker ones seek you
in the arms of a whore

some think you exist
in things they acquire
they think they find you
when stocks rise higher

you're the immortal name
that some seek to conquer
like a gandhi did once
with protest and hunger

some call you glory
they seek you in war
they slaughter young soldiers
so that their fame spreads far

your h…

The Tale Of A Tail: Why Humans Do Not Have Tails

Team 2 of the Workshop for Writing for Children, Kala Ghoda Arts Festival - Manoj Sood, Jennifer Alphonso, Nandita Banerjee and Raamesh Gowri Raghavan
Mumbai, 2 & 3 February 2008

In the land of Old Uvai,
In the Ngoro Ngoro forest,
Lived a nasty naughty boy,
Who was never at a rest.

His name was Konoo-Monoo,
He lived upon a Dhonoo,
He ate mongongo nuts
And ripe chamanchaputs.

He was fond of irritating,
Whoever slept a wink
For if he saw you sleeping,
He would tickle you pink.

He had a proud, long tail,
A really long, long tail,
All humans then had tails, you see,
But them they lost 'em.
How?
Just see!

He washed his tail with water,
He thought it very fine.
He said, “everyone oughter,
Have a Tail like mine!”

Huma the Head-Elephant,
Said, “Do not be arrogant,
Now mind my sound advice,
Lest you be cursed thrice!”

“Once cursed you may be,
A second you may catch,
But if it comes to three,
Your tail shall detach!”

But Konoo-Monoo giggled,
He tickled and he jiggled,
He said, “Hoof”, he said, “Hoff”,
And quickly scamper…

मॊहब्बत का एक क़तरा

दुनिया के चाहत का दरिया क्यों न हो, क्या करेगा रामेश,
तेरे मॊहब्बत का एक क़तरा मिल जाए, जी जाएगा रामेश |

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

The cicada's plaint

April is the grasshopper's time,
The cricket and cicada's too;

April is the time of flowers,
The time of sweet nectar-filled flowers;

April is the time of singing,
The time to chirp serenades of love;

April is the time of summer,
The summer of May and June;

April is the season of joy,
The joy that seems eternal.

but April's the month of deceit,
The joys are but ephemeral;

April blinds one to December,
And its cold that starves and torments;

April's a cheat and a liar,
April is the cruellest month.

(drawing from the fable of the ant and the cicada)

This Strand of Memory

On opening a book of verse, falls a strand of memory.
A part of you that is ever mine, this strand of memory.

Intangible, infrangible, It keeps bound among these pages -
The bonds that you chose to sever, dear, this strand of memory.

It seems you are talking to me; It replays the things you said,
Funny, dull, silly, vague, clever, clear, this strand of memory.

Like a shiny black record tape, it plays again and again,
The voice I am doomed to never hear, this strand of memory.

You never concede that you err, But it stores forever the
Mistakes you hid with a clever tear, this strand of memory.

The twinkle of your jewels comes back; It floods my senses, dispels,
A parting that I need never fear, this strand of memory.

The paper crumbles, the ink fades, but your ghazals still echo,
They stream back to me as ever clear, this strand of memory.

You never were mine, but entrapped among these ageing verses,
Raames…

कंजूस

पैसा पडा है बैंक में, आठ टक्का ब्याज है |
रामेश पाहे कंजूस को, खाता रोटी‍ प्याज है ||

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

DNA

Variation 1:-

I am because some
DNA must replicate.
Carbon defines life.

Variation 2:-

I am because some
DNA must replicate.
The Red Queen enslaves.

Stephen Kovacevich

Stiff doorkeepers,
Elderly Parsi ladies,
Catholics from Bandra,
Swanks with corporate passes,
And the mandatory coconut,
Babes thrown in for spice,
And there must obviously,
be boys to impress them.

And some like me,
On cheap tickets
Thinking they alone
came for the music.
Stephen Kovacevich
plays to us all.

(The pianist Stephen Kovacevich played Bach and Beethoven at the NCPA on March 19th, 2008.)

मसली हुई यादें

कभी तेरे दीदार से मचली थी यादें |
अब तड़‌पती रहती हैं मसली हुई यादें ||

कभी तेर आँखों में खो जाती थी साँसें |
अब तलाश‌ती रहती हैं मसली हुई यादें ||

गूँजती जब हँसी तेरी, निखर जाती हवाएँ |
अब तरस‌ती रहती हैं मसली हुई यादें ||

तेरे वायदे तेरे बातों से बान्धे थे सपने |
अब बीख़‌र‌ती रहती हैं मसली हुई यादें ||

मुस्कुराता था रामेश, पनपती आशाएँ |
अब सिसक‌ती रहती हैं मसली हुई यादें ||

(re-edited a bit)

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Tuka Mhane: A Transcreation

Tuka mhane:
आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||

Translation (by Dilip Chitre, the renowned Marathi poet):

Words are the only Jewels I possess
Words are the only Clothes that I wear
Words are the only food That sustains my life
Words are the only wealth I distribute among people
Says Tuka Witness the Word He is God
I worship Him With my words


My own transcreation:

If you open my jewel-box, you will only find words
If you raid my castle, only my words will defend me
All I need to live upon, is the magic of words
All my charity is done through my words
Behold The Word: The Word is my only God
Worship It: it is the beginning, it is the end

ज़माने का ज़िम्मेदार

लोग हमें देखकर हंसते हैं, कहते हैं
देखो जा रहा है ज़माने को बदलनेवाला ठेकेदार‌
हम उनसे ख़ैर‌ इतना कहना चाहते हैं
शायरों ने भी छोड दिया तो कौन होगा ज़माने का ज़िम्मेदार?

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

मुहिब्ब की इबादत

ना क‌ब्र‌ गाढ़े गढ़‌ती है
ना आग जलाये जलती है
तेरे मुहिब्ब की इबादत है
ना लाख़ मिटाये मिटती है

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Sabzi

I saw somebody in the train today
And the mind immediately started off:
Knock! Knock! Who's there? Sabzi. Er...Sabzi Who?
Sabzi Gurkha! I suppressed the giggles.
But the stereotypes continue to live.

बर्फी की शादी - बालकविता

बर्फी के घर में शादी है,
दुल्हा उसका लड्डू है,
माला उसकी किशमिश है,
चूडी उसकी काजू है,
बादाम उसकी बाली है,
चाँदी की उसकी चुनरी है!

यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Faith/God

“Remove the Ganpati from main door.
Move the god on the left to the right.
Move the god on the east to the south.
Do this. Do that. It will bring prosperity.
Paint your toilet yellow.
Keep cupboards on opposite walls.
Shift your stamp-cabinet to southwest.
That will remove negative energy from house.
You are keeping many gods in house.
It is good sign. But they will not be happy,
because you are keeping dog in house.
Do as I am saying.
God will shower blessings on you.”

Go away. Go far far away.
I don't want you and your god.
What kind of god is he that
will bless a house with yellow toilets only?
And if the saints say that He is everywhere,
how does it matter whether he be
in the south or east or southwest?
And by what rules of physics do
opposing cupboards remove negative energy?

My dog is my god,
for he brings me happiness.
Is that not a god's task?
My idols are my gods.
For in them I see Him
and adore Him.
My toilets, my cupboard, my house,
they are my gods.
For they give me shelter,
warmth and peace.

Go…

Je te cherche

maintenant que je t'ai perdu
ma jeunesse l'oeil te cherche

ce-corps-ci a soixante la goutte
ce corps-ci est gras il meurt

mais ce-coeur-ci le coeur qui feint
ce-coeur-ci n'admettra pas

il cherche dans tes yeux ta voix
ta chair ton parfum

je suis jaloux je te hais
je suis saisi je t'aime

embrassez-moi je vivrai
embrassez-moi je mourrai

un pécheur un voyeur un baiseur débauché
je bois je masturbe je suis totalement brûlé

Ma jeunesse me trouve ma tombe
mais celle qui je cherche
c'est tu

A Writer's Sonnet

Why am I a writer?
Why must pen scratch paper?

What is it that makes me
Want to tell a story?
Why think of truth, beauty,
Hope, error and duty?

Why not live, love and die?
Why tell the reason? Why?

Because in a story
Thou art freed from worry
For an hour thou art free
And then truth shall claim thee.

So ink must blot paper,
That's why I'm a writer.

I've violated all traditional sonnet rhyme schemes here, following a (perhaps labored) scheme of aa bbbb cc bbbb aa. Does it work?