Monthly Archives: May 2011

Forsaken

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In corner of my mind
a dream lives alone
no strings, no hold,
the forsaken one lives on.

Questioning at times
my decisions and act
that created the mess
in corner of my mind.

Over active did i let
my imagination to be,
since reality dawned,
the dream lives alone.

I created not just feelings
and the emotions on whim,
new faces i gave to each,
without strings,or hold.

At one time I ruled them,
darkness now runs along,
with a dead mind,bleeding heart
I, the forsaken one lives on.

(Poetry Form : Cascade Poetry)
Written for One Shot Wednesday

sunday Musical Memory – week 1

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Ok ! So the secret about me , that music is my drug is no more a  secret even on blogs ;) i admit i forget anything and any one when I am plugged in to some of my fav music ! And that happens like daily. i confess i really do  not have much going on in my life and work that can or should be talked about so all I talk of and hear is different music tracks ! and trust me, I have an amazing line up on hindi tracks [ Which i will not bore you with]

What I am going to share with you are the memories behind some of my fav tracks [ which are many - both songs and the memories] so it might eventually turn into an on going series ! So every sunday i will turn a random page from ym mind and go blah blah about it !

This week its the first post so I decided to begin where it all began from. Year i will need to calculate so skip it, I was 7 years old when dad bought a cassette player ( thats what it was called in my area) And mom got an old cassette full of older than i could imagine songs ( I never asked her where it came from since we did not have the player since then). And the first song was my mom’s fave [ which i hated that time and totally love now ] : [*Translation of song context in the end]

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I hated it ’cause mom would completely  get lost in singing this and i of course did not like the sad words. And today its an opposite case in my home. I so often listen to this and other old songs [ mostly sad i guess] and mom says its not yet my age to be so sad !!

So this is for this week. More music every sunday. Keep tuned ! And do share your memories and music with me ! I will write about it if you permit :)

And we have another Amazing Musical Memory post links here :

Winnie

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*The song is a dead lover telling the lady that since she has rejected true love, she herself should not expect love for herself ! And her own heart is going to be a witness to this and complain about the love she let go  !

Music & God

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I rarely share my love for music on my blog [my twitter followers know it very well]  but today as the office window brightened with sun rise and i sang the lines of this song[specially ones in red here] , i felt so much fresh and joyous .. it was a special calmness that rarely is realized. I scribbled these lines in my head -

 

So elusive

yet within reach,

lies the love

in morning rays

touched by HIM,

for the child I am,

grace in WORDS,

beauty in MUSIC,

peace in chaos,

harmony in mass,

universal bonds

between all -

defined so clear

yet we confuse !

 

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And here is the song :

 

(Lyrics + English Translation is as below) -
Ranjha Ranjha Kardi Ni Mein, Aapay Ranjha Hui
Ranjha Kaho Saheliyoon…..
Meino Heer Na Aakho Koi

By repeating the mantra of Ranjha, I myself have become Ranjha
Call me Ranjha, no one should call me Heer

Kainde Ne..Kainde Ne Kay Lambviyan Ne Rawaan Ishq Diyaan…
Kainde Loki Kay Lambviyan Ne Rawaan Ishq Diyaan…
Ki Dasawan Ki Baat Sunawan Ishq Diyaan…
Ki Dasawan Ki Baat Sunawan Ishq Diyaan…

They say that the path of love is very long
What should I tell you about love?

Andar Aaao.. Bhira Paao..
Aa..Was Jaao…Saiyaan..
Andar Aaao.. Bhira Paao..
Aa..Was Jaao…Saiyaan..

Come inside (my life/soul) and stay their forever, beloved

Andar To Hi Bahar To Hi
Andar To Hi Bahar To Hi Roob Roob Wich Too..
To Hi Tana To Hi Bana Sub Kuch Mera Too…
Andar To Hi Bahar To Hi Roob Roob Wich Too….
To Hi Tana To Hi Bana Sub Kuch Mera Too…

You are inside me you outside of me
you are every bit of me
Your are my every thing

Kahe Hussain Faqir Namana
Kahe Hussain Faqir Namana…
Mein Nahi Sub Tooo…

Shah Hussain says, I have no existence without you (God).

Ki Dasawan Ki Baat Sunawan Ishq Diyaan…Haae..
Ki Dasawan Ki Baat Sunawan Ishq Diyaan..

What should I tell you about love?

Kanjri bania meri zaat na Ghat-dee, menu nach ke yaar manawan day
log ishq nu mul ginde, menu nach ke yaar manawan day
Kanjri bania meri zaat na Ghat-dee, menu nach ke yaar manawan day
log ishq nu mul ginde, menu nach ke yaar manawan day

My stature does not diminish by being a (harlot/dance girl/wh0re)
I must dance to win my love.
Let me dance to win my love.

Oo Aaja Rab Nahi Rusda.. X 4
Oo Aaja Rab Nahi Rusda Soon Rab Di
Jenu Yaar Manawan Da Chajj Hovey
Oo Waat Makkay di Kyon Pavey….
Oo Waat Makkay di Kyon Pavey
Jeday Yaar Nu Taakaya Hajj Hovey…

I swear to God that His God doesn’t get upset with him who knows how to appease him.
Why should one talk of Makkah, when s/he can perform his Hajj by just looking at his/her beloved?

 

 

Blessed Be ! [ I learned this from the latest book I read, liked the phrase a lot]

For Friends

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<3 you

Even silence talks so much with you

with you around , My smiles are framed to my face..

except if am reading :P

The other night when i cried over the phone , well i never imagined myself saying these words to you .. it was a surprise to me to to admit

I miss you so very much every day

.. and i know you never will ...

and neither am letting you go ..

Without you, I would be so lost ...

The (almost) daily calls are very much awaited and appreciated. #fyi :D

today and forever...

Today and forever...

sooper dooper glad !

and now that you have seen and read this post,

Call right now !!!!

Originally written for a very dear friend , making it public to extend my love for some of you awesome friends i earned here :)

Story Part 2 – Dreams and wishes

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Read previous part here, if you got time.

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He woke up quite late but that did not bother him. After a long time, he woke up without a hangover or feeling like shit from whatever he did the previous night.

He had spent the night at her place, that was where he still was, he realized when he found himself not naked. The stink of clean room was intoxicating he muttered, while he made way to the living room which again was a jumble of colors , lamps, paintings and her touch.  He used to have dreams of making breakfast for her some day. Will she let him have the pleasure today, he wondered as he picked up his coffee from the table. He ruled the town, but this was her home – her rules were strictly adhered to – even by him.

She was spread on the couch,coffee in one hand, the morning newspaper in other.

He went and imitating her action of yesterday evening, pushed her legs off the couch and settled in there with a big grin.

“No news of you being missing from the night clubs in today’s paper” she said with a mocking shock in her voice as she handed him the newspaper and settled back, her legs back on the couch , over his legs though.

“So who is the latest disposable” he asked casually while checking his horoscope for the day, some thing she found amusing each time she saw him do that.

“You do not have to call men in my life that”
“Well, that’s what they look like. Every few months, I have to remember a new name and also hear about him”
“If you have so much trouble, maybe you should work on changing that.”
“And what do you suggest sugar?” he asked, watching her from corner of his eyes as he sipped his coffee.
“you know what I want in my guy, or lets say, you know whom I would choose for myself”
He looked at her without any expression for a min and when she frowned at his stare, he started laughing.
“I so wish that was possible” he said, getting up and then asked “Will you have breakfast if I cook?”
“Why not ? I do not get breakfast in bed any day” she said with her best smile, though it did not reach her eyes.
“wish time could stand still, if not in the sunny past, maybe today will not be a bad choice too”, she sighed and closed her eyes.
Setting the pan to heat, he saw her – the young strong-willed frame that all saw and the vulnerable , kind heart beating in there !

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Submitted to Three Word Wednesday [ 3WW]

Inspired partly by Inspiration Monday

Ek safar

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(This is written in hindi. English translation to follow soon)

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do anjaan dil
ek anjaan safar
maloom na tha
kaisa hoga manzar;

rishta to tha
naam se bekhabar
jaane fir kyon
tumne kiya zikr;

bediyaan bana di
duniya se poochkar
faasle mit te kaise
youn chup reh kar;

bolte bhi kya
hadon se aage badh kar
auron ka kiya lihaz
apni khushiyan bhool kar;

yun gum sum rehte
hota wahi behtar
sub kuch lutwa diya
maine lab kholkar;

na tum samjhe
na mai saki badal
jo waqt baanta humne
kismat se cheen kar.

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Poetry Collection

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In the month of April, I decided to take some time out of blogging and to write poems inspired from anything but prompts. But I still had lot of prompt writing happening here ! both in April and May. So you see it took me so much time to finally have written 20 poems that were either randomly idealized or vaguely inspired by flash memories. I have compiled 15 of these poems here :

Leaves from my Mind – Poetry Collection 1

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Please check and leave your comments to help me make it better next time !

Story Part 1 – The Wait

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He had been waiting there since morning. He had come prepared for the wait.The solitude was much needed to sort the images and words floating in his head. He could hear the words all around him. The same words that he had over heard all in the town whisper behind his back. He could recall hearing them just yesterday; years after they were once placed next to each other to  form the very sentence that became his life – “He knows not to value”. A meaningless remark for many but not to him. Only he knew the reason it was thrown at him. Only she knew the hurt behind the one sentence. And rest of the world just took it upon themself to say it for any of his action which did not suit the norm.

If he acted indifferent to cause of poor , or refused charity for religious cause , or did not comment on crimes in the neighbourhood , the same sentence followed his footprints. If any new girl in town showed interest in him, which he no longer cared for , she was warned the same way. He was branded a man of motive , with all his actions to be born out of some selfish interest.

One by one he pushed all these thoughts to the back of his mind. The smoke from his expensive cigar clouded his view but illuminated the dust in the damp air. His clothes did not match his wealth neither did his words match his education. Not that he or any on cared. Finally after a wait of an hour, he heard her climbing the steps. He did not turn to look at her; she was doing that he knew. He just smiled as he raised his free hand to give her a slight wave before settling again in front of the door to her house. She smiled at him and entered the house , leaving the door open as an invitation.

Once he closed the door behind him, she yelled from her bedroom, “you had the keys. Why wait outside my door then?”
“To let people know I am here”
“You never did that in all the years that I wanted people to know you still visit me”, she retorted as she entered the kitchen and searched something edible.
“Time has come to put stop to an old gossip”, he said stretching his legs on the couch.
“Or maybe it will give the gossip lovers some more meat” She said pushing his legs down the couch and settling there with leftovers of last night’s dinner.
“I do not care”
“Really ?” she teased him, but he saw the curiosity in her eyes.

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(I do not know where this is going. I am not sure when I will write next part but I hope its sooner than a week.All comments about the writing and any scope of improvement are most welcome)

 

Prompted @ Thursday Tales and Theme Thursday

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spontaneous ideas
skid to halt;incensed dreams
dampen fear of loss

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Written for 3WW , Sensational Haiku Wednesday

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corrupted power
weakens;cripples;damages;
heal yourself by love
weakened;crippled;damaged;
power-corrupted

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Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 18] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month , Haiku Heights [heal]

Make it Big

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“Make it big”
how many times
had she said this
for her life;
and more times
she heard others
talk the same
about her art;
But can she ever ?
People loved her
and so her work
or maybe vice versa
but did any one know
who she was,
seperate from
her work of art;
Did any one realize
what made her excel
in art but not life;
what dreams she broke
to paint her words,
what words she lost
to create false dreams;
with head in clouds
and feet on thorns,
burdens of reality
tied with flowers
of a different future;
she could make it
she would have maybe
if only she was not aware
of the price it cost
to lose yourself
in making true art
and the debts one bear
to alienate from
the glittering fame.

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Submitted to Poets Rally

Exhibit

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Turned into an exhibit
my emotions finally numbered
all accounted,nothing awkward;

noting down the signs in a booklet
I wait always,for one kind gaze
of understanding words on my lips;

I,with sense of self blurred
turned into an exhibit

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Poetry Form : Octains

A-b-b
a-(c/c)-a
b-A

(A = repeated refrain line. ‘c/c’ refers to line five having midline (internal) rhyme, which is different to the a- and b-rhymes)

Prompted @ One stop poetry [ form] , OSI

#5lines collection for May challenge

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There is beauty in modesty;
Its modest to surrender;
there is modesty in beauty
Its beautiful to surrender;
Surrender modestly Oh beautiful !

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Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 15] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month , Sunday Scribbling

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Soul
Proud , submissive
moulding breaking forming
It changes as it charges ahead;
Fluid.

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Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 16] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month