New Hindi Poem Monday, Oct 8 2007

For those fans of my hindi poetry ( you must be around, even if hiding behind convenient rocks), I have a new one out now. Of course, thanks go to Ms. Adete first for managing to make the tripe that I wrote into something mostly readable. Ratnakar, my loomie gave a couple of nifty words as well, and gave his comments “You intend to do what???”.

So, without much ado, I present my latest poem

 वजूद

क्या अब समय हो चला है..
आगे बढ़ने का.. कुछ कर गुज़रने का?

ये कैसी आज़ादी?
जब तू ज़ंज़ीरों में हैं..
तेरी आखों पर वो परदा है पड़ा
और ख़ुदा के नाम पे जंग, नफरत और मौत है!

क्या तुम अपने जीवन का मालिक हो?
तो लालच की गुलामी क्यों?
तेरी हर कोशिश और ख्वाब
इस अंधकार ने लूट लिए!

आजादी क्या है?
जब तेरे पास कहने को कुछ नहीं..
कुछ करने की तेरी आग को रौशनी की हवा नहीं..
और इंसानियत का बुलंद दरवाज़ा अब बंद है!

अगर तुझे इक नया जहाँ चाहिए..
तो पहले अपनी आजादी को बचा..
तेरी आजादी तेरे हाथो में!
तेरा जीवन तेरी आंखों में!

 

p.s: Of course, any errors and omissions are mine own!

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Food and poetry Friday, Sep 14 2007

The one topic I can be poetic about is certainly food….so here is a poem about it!

Food for thought

Some may talk of chicken soup, And salivate over an Onion ring But give me my Sweet Corn soup And hear me as I start to sing.

 

Then you move on to salads and fruit

Nibbling gingerly as you converse of mergers and ships

But me, you may call me a brute

For i like my food cooked and love my potato chips

The next course could be pasta in tomato sauce Perhaps along with some fresh veggies to go I shall move on with barely a pause Heading only for the oily deep fried row

Finally we move on to dessert as it gets set both grabbing pieces as fast as we can get For no one can resist dark chocolate!

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Poetry in Fantasy Tuesday, Aug 21 2007

This is a collection of the various verses of The Road goes ever on by JRR Tolkien. For some reason, these verses are not often talked about when discussed with the Lord of the Rings. In my opinion though, these verses are possibly one of the things that the series of books should be remembered for. So without much more ado,

From the Hobbit:

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

From the LotR:

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Amazing poem. My thanks to http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/4.html

An addendum. This is the final verse, sung by Bilbo as they leave….

 

Still round the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate,

And though I oft have passed them by,

Aday will come at last when I

Shall take the hidden paths that run

West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

 

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Nostalgia…and finding old blogs Friday, Jun 15 2007

Well, yesterday’s comment on Amulet of Samarkand prompted me to try finding one of my old blogs…and I was successful too. And I was impressed. The me of yesteryear was really quite a ways better writer than the me of today. Read this for yourself and confirm it!

Poetry…mostly!

Hmm, Nothing particularly eventful happened today. But I have this sort of urge to post something…so why not rummage through some memories of schooling?
This is about a poem which we were subjected to in 12th Standard. Its title was “Gerontium” (I think). As a poem, I don’t really recall much about it, except that there was a line about Jews…and this truly memorable verse which had “Christ on a tiger…and The word within a word, unable to speak a word”.

I could never pretend to be a big fan of poetry. Considering my favourite poems till then were “Ulysses” (Tennyson), and “Elegy on the death of a mad dog” (I dont remember the author), its not hard to see that poetry was not my strong suit. But when I read Eliots gyan, and heard my teacher trying to twist it into something that could fit it into a 10 mark answer, any spark of poetic appreciation that had lingered decided that the odds were just too tough and blew itself out!
I shall not subject you to “The broken tower”, and others of its ilk. Needless to say, I never did enjoy English Poetry class in 11th and 12th too much!

I believe that the least the dashed things can do is rhyme. So, if I choose to inflict “poetry” on you, poor reader, know this. At least it will rhyme!

p.s: There is another time when this classmate of mine set anothers pant on fire (mostly accidental)…but we can save that for a really slow day.

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Some Poetry…maybe Thursday, Apr 13 2006

I usually hate poetry…especially if it does not even rhyme. But at 1:50 am local time, my resistance collapsed, and I decided to try my hand at that Worse stuff. So here goes.

Visions of tomorrow

 

Each day I have I see something fresh

A flower blooms tonight, and fills my mind

Fragrances vie for attention

And today is a free day.

Don’t shed a tear when it wilts

Its time is done

And the dawn brings a new surprise.

The world of forever

Leaps out to surprise me.

And tomorrow is already today.

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