Tuesday, 26 July 2011


Even at the peak of season,
all clouds do not bring rains in their wake.
Some of them linger along,promising a deluge,
and then flit away across the sky.
To quench the thirsty meadows, somewhere else.

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Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Is this a way to die?

The rain washed streets still bear,
a few remnants of the carnage..
Burnt tyres, splintered glass,blood soaked shoes.
Also may be some broken dreams,
some unfulfilled promises,
unfinished conversations,
goodbyes to loved ones, not uttered.
The rains will wash them all,eventually.
People are again out on their daily routine.
Traffic on the roads will get in a snarl very soon..
Life will go back to its mad rhythm..
We will all smile,love,fight,eat and sleep..
But for whatever life is worth living for,
Is this a way to die?
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Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Corridor of uncertainty.

To reach the closed doors
I need to cross the long corridor
Dark and mysterious,yet
But this game does not allow
the player to turn back
Once he reaches the corridor of uncertainty
What lies behind the closed doors
is also unknown
Maybe broken promises dating back to days long past.
Or unwanted obligations folded neatly on the racks
like clothes no longer in vogue.
Its difficult to guess.
But still I feel the urgency within me
to walk across the corridor,
in tired and faltering steps,maybe
and reach the closed doors..
Then knock in eager anticipation,
of meeting somebody who has been there before me..
One who has also taken this one way journey,
chosing not to return back,
as a matter of choice.

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Saturday, 9 July 2011

Death in the family

Feeling somewhat sad,overwhelmed and introspective after receiving the
news of Dida's death in the morning.

How old was she? Maybe 98? No records are there. But she must have
been about 12-15 years older than my father. Actually,she was his
stepmother but we never knew it till we grew up. For all practical, impractical,external or internal reasons, nobody bothered about this and I always received her love.

Today I started the morning on a positive note after being assured by
the ENT specialist that the throat problem was not as bad as was being
thought of. Felt like having breakfast out of home. So went out to
Navratna and ordered a Dosa to start with. Immediately afterwards,
Bappa called me with the news of Dida's death.
I have not seen her for many days . After November 2004 , Father's
shradh to be exact. I never went back to Karandih after that day. So
what I am feeling now is a mixture of regret,remembrance and also some
obstinacy. A part of me wants to go there immediately but another part
says it is futile now to reopen old pages of the story.
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Sunday, 3 July 2011

Madhushala verse 46

I was banished from the mosque, labelled as a drunkard.
Temples refused to let me enter,as my hands held the tankard.
Where would this poor nonbeliever get a shelter in this world ?
Had the tavern not adopted, me with sanctuary in its fold.

Dutkaraa masjid ne mujhko kahakar hai peenewaala
Thukraya thakurdware ne dekh hatheli mein pyaalaa.
Kahaan thikanaa miltaa jag mein bhalaa abhaage kaafir ko ?
Sharansthal bankar na mujhe yadi apnaa leti Madhushala

Madhushala verse 46

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Friday, 1 July 2011

Madhushala verse 70

one gets his wine as destined , neither less nor more,

the goblet one holds is the one which fortune has in store

try as much you can, to no avail, just keep this in mind

your fate takes you to your tavern, they are both intertwined


likhi bhaagya me jitni bas utni hi paayegaa haalaa

likha bhaagya me jaisa bas waisa hi paayegaa pyaalaa

lakh patak tu haath paanv,par isse kab kuchh hone kaa,

likhi bhaagya me jo tere bas wahi milegi madhushala

Madhushala verse 70