1) There was an outbreak of idiocy, and the world seemed normal. An out of work bartender sold her virginity thrice, and made plans to leave an estate to an accidental bastard.
2) Like frightened piglets people dug their snouts into sands of imagined protection while swine flu killed at random. Opportunists sucked profits obscene while minuscule demons mutated. Meaningless rituals took hold, whilst specialists squirted spurts of doom. Confusion legitimised idiocy.
3) A superpower spent zillions of dollars on arms while military and militia raped, pillaged, killed and razed hamlets. Blackrobed judges gave the president a peace prize. Unarmed peaceniks got shot. Terror like smog came to stay. Idiocy smothered humanity.
4) Yeats said seat of love and seat of excretion are merely two fingers apart. Idiocy and intellect, pigheadedness and an angelic side, dumbly cohabit like a frigid couple.
5) A planet doomed looks at us like a mother dying, while the affluent try to chop off her body part. Idiocy is a miasma that cloaks quiet desperation.
6) Power of greed like alien seeds grew wild, potatoes grew five times bigger like obsese kids, when injected with frog DNA, Worse than poison, GM food could make us freaks.
7) In the age of the Rainbow Warrior, toxic dumping can be whooshed off when pacifism fizzles out, and 2000 vocalists synchronise on a single scale.
8)
9) Aspirin is good, it's bad! Good bad goodbad goodbad goodbad! Truth like God lives as spiritin spacetime cracks, 5 billion blind men fumble, Godmen buy islands.
10) When idiocy wraps us like second skin, how will a tiny lamp of sense warm our noses - ears falling off? When a thousand groups are drilling holes in our boat, will words save us?
11)
12) We wouldn't be caught dead with deadlines, lives we stuff into a sculpted ruse. Our sloppiness screams from our ad hoc day to day battles. What an organic heaven!
13) A clutch of rich nations possesses enough nukes to wipe out all life globally thirty times over.After the first use, who will press the button twenty-nine times? Idiocy supreme.
14) An Asian-American with alleged terrorist links may get three hundred years in jail. If he lives to 110, will they flog his effigy for 240 years? Schoolboy justice?
15) Some Palestinian idiots killed 13 Israelis, as a reprisal insecurity-crazed idiots razed Gaza strip killing 1300. What lovely arithmetic.
16) One Pandora'a Box left untouched will be opened soon, biologists are very close to creating life. Sci-fi will go hi-fi.
17)
18) Switzerland, a heaven for vapid tourists who trill and dance, and a haven for blood moneytrailing despots and tyrants and power-crazed out of power.
19) If animals ruled the world, would they overmine the earth till cities collapsed? Overmine to undermine existence?
20) India's culture, exotic, exquisite and exalted rests on shaky, shifting and shattered civilisation.
21) After walling up people in an edifice of unjust truth, we write judgments 1000s of pages long to smother a puny candle of truth.
22) "What lovely weather!" said I. "Hunh!" said my Bangalore buddy, "Because we didn't have chilling nights nor killing noons, our air swarms with allergens. Being sick is normal!"
23) Fog causing trains to smash into one another, is like small pox wiping out six villages. An anachronistic nightmare.
24) An elaborately defended lack of ambition on part of a businessman, is like a middle-age muddle. Inner confusion shows like a bloated middle.
- Max
(work in progress)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
बहता हूँ / بہتا ہوں
तुम्हारे कूचे में हूँ पर तुम्हारा साथ नहीं,
अनजाने दरिया मॆं हूँ, बहता हूँ,
जैसे के हाथ नहीं|
- मुश्ताक़
تمہارے کوچے میں ہوں پر تمہارا ساتھ نہیں ،
انجانے دریا میں ہوں ، بہتا ہوں ،
جئسے کہ ہاتھ نہیں ۔
- مشتاق
अनजाने दरिया मॆं हूँ, बहता हूँ,
जैसे के हाथ नहीं|
- मुश्ताक़
تمہارے کوچے میں ہوں پر تمہارا ساتھ نہیں ،
انجانے دریا میں ہوں ، بہتا ہوں ،
جئسے کہ ہاتھ نہیں ۔
- مشتاق
A liaison
Like a huge water drop condensing from a drifting cloud
You chose to drip down, thunderclap loud,
For a halting place, in the burning sands of my heart
Diffusing with dignity: unforced effusion is a sombre art.
No eyebrows were raised, freedom was an ocean breeze.
Bare feet in climate control you chuckled with every sneeze.
There were dreams in your eyes, lyrics in yourgait,
Draped with adolescence, bubbling flouncing teenage bait.
So often your remarked: Oh what a pair we make,
A liaison, despite the bonhomie, I had to forsake.
- Max
You chose to drip down, thunderclap loud,
For a halting place, in the burning sands of my heart
Diffusing with dignity: unforced effusion is a sombre art.
No eyebrows were raised, freedom was an ocean breeze.
Bare feet in climate control you chuckled with every sneeze.
There were dreams in your eyes, lyrics in yourgait,
Draped with adolescence, bubbling flouncing teenage bait.
So often your remarked: Oh what a pair we make,
A liaison, despite the bonhomie, I had to forsake.
- Max
Friday, December 4, 2009
Nothing
What we know is nothing.
So why are we so worked up anyway?
It's not that we've anything
to impress upon anyone.
We're as good and bad as we can get.
Time, relativity and the concept
of space can fuck your trip royally.
Nothing matters really.
All that you can do is
impress your fuckin tribe,
only one fourth of which knows anything.
Cool scientists that is.
Wow.
We're beyond insignificantly small.
We're the nothin of nothing.
- June Bug
So why are we so worked up anyway?
It's not that we've anything
to impress upon anyone.
We're as good and bad as we can get.
Time, relativity and the concept
of space can fuck your trip royally.
Nothing matters really.
All that you can do is
impress your fuckin tribe,
only one fourth of which knows anything.
Cool scientists that is.
Wow.
We're beyond insignificantly small.
We're the nothin of nothing.
- June Bug
Brother Hood
Dear brother Hood
You're just not good -
every word
you uttered
come our rather rude!
- Max
You're just not good -
every word
you uttered
come our rather rude!
- Max
How do you
How do you deal
with a delighted squeal
not knowing why
it wasn't a sigh?
How do you tackle
a very sudden cackle
how did it fail
as a terrible
wail?
- Max
with a delighted squeal
not knowing why
it wasn't a sigh?
How do you tackle
a very sudden cackle
how did it fail
as a terrible
wail?
- Max
मुद्दत से तरसते हैं
मुद्दत से तरसते हैं यार के दीदार को
शिद्दत से किलसते हैं प्यार के किरदार को
ज़माना क्यों ना रखे हमें नज़र क़ैद
किल्लत से समझते हैं अह्ल ए बेईमान को
- मुश्ताक़
शिद्दत से किलसते हैं प्यार के किरदार को
ज़माना क्यों ना रखे हमें नज़र क़ैद
किल्लत से समझते हैं अह्ल ए बेईमान को
- मुश्ताक़
Masters of Time
We the poets, masters of Time,
In thrall every hour
With bubbling, singeing hearts,
and glistening eyes,
We light bonfires, or embellish
edificies with tiny lamps.
- Max
In thrall every hour
With bubbling, singeing hearts,
and glistening eyes,
We light bonfires, or embellish
edificies with tiny lamps.
- Max
Forests
What precarious
existence, ancient sneeze
fells cerebral forests.
- Max
Forests cerebral
or otherwise strive to
renew every second.
- Alaka
Change undiluted,
unapologetic, keeps
them healthy, fecund.
- Max
existence, ancient sneeze
fells cerebral forests.
- Max
Forests cerebral
or otherwise strive to
renew every second.
- Alaka
Change undiluted,
unapologetic, keeps
them healthy, fecund.
- Max
चार लम्हें
मुट्ठी में कैद चार लम्हें, सामने फ़नाह के इमकानात
वक़्त की ताक़त क्या ख़ाक समझें
फिसले जो नौनिहाल से बुज़ुर्गी तक बेहोशी में|
- मुश्ताक़
वक़्त की ताक़त क्या ख़ाक समझें
फिसले जो नौनिहाल से बुज़ुर्गी तक बेहोशी में|
- मुश्ताक़
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Inner Fire, Outer Chill
The fumes you perceive
aren't tobacco, but from
my heart on fire.
- Max
The cold dunking you
perceive is not water - just my love
trying to douse fires.!
- Alaka
Outer chill, inner
fire, am in a limbo -
Good Lord, what is this?
- Max
Outer chill balances
inner fire - what a perfect
state of equilibrium.
- Alaka
Equilibrium
or stasis. Cessation of
creative instinct.
- Max
While they jangle ice
cubes, I fiercely guard
an inner fire.
- Max
They dangle change in
front of me - I fiercely guard
my status quo.
- Alaka
Status quo, comfort
zone, secuirty blanket -
suit the very old.
- Max
aren't tobacco, but from
my heart on fire.
- Max
The cold dunking you
perceive is not water - just my love
trying to douse fires.!
- Alaka
Outer chill, inner
fire, am in a limbo -
Good Lord, what is this?
- Max
Outer chill balances
inner fire - what a perfect
state of equilibrium.
- Alaka
Equilibrium
or stasis. Cessation of
creative instinct.
- Max
While they jangle ice
cubes, I fiercely guard
an inner fire.
- Max
They dangle change in
front of me - I fiercely guard
my status quo.
- Alaka
Status quo, comfort
zone, secuirty blanket -
suit the very old.
- Max
End of the world
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly.
- Richard Bach
the master calls a butterfly.
- Richard Bach
Friday, November 20, 2009
Matching wits
They came, they saw, and
they lost. How does one match wits
with one's own teacher?
- Max
they lost. How does one match wits
with one's own teacher?
- Max
Work in progress
Work in progress.
Caution. Go slow.
But we couldn't be
half as slow as
these overgrown
foetuses rotting
inside mounds of
corruption.
- Max
Caution. Go slow.
But we couldn't be
half as slow as
these overgrown
foetuses rotting
inside mounds of
corruption.
- Max
Inwards
It seems peculiar now,
that priests at school
gave me a medal
for moral science.
Trained flier,
I delve deep
to dredge muck and sludge
with increasing reluctance.
My eyeballs
often turn around,
inwards.
- Max
that priests at school
gave me a medal
for moral science.
Trained flier,
I delve deep
to dredge muck and sludge
with increasing reluctance.
My eyeballs
often turn around,
inwards.
- Max
Levellers
Traffic jam: one crore's
Mercedes or two-rupee
bus ticket - we wait.
- Raamesh
Disasters man-made
or naturalare such blind
levellers, indeed!
- Max
Mercedes or two-rupee
bus ticket - we wait.
- Raamesh
Disasters man-made
or naturalare such blind
levellers, indeed!
- Max
Numbers
Tell me not in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream;
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem!
- Longfellow
Life is but an empty dream;
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem!
- Longfellow
Spring in winter
When it is not spring
why do people put on shrouds,
and call themselves sane?
- Raamesh
Spring exists so that
we can all hope.
- Alaka
Spring exists because
even the high priests of sense
must know what life is.
- Raamesh
Spring exists so that
faith shall live.
- Alaka
Spring exists so that
sober propriety is not
allowed to kill joy.
- Raamesh
Reality is a
persistent illusion than can be
cured by alcohol!
- Max
Spring exists because
the world needs something that can
counter sanity.
- Raamesh
Spring
is madness,
is idiosyncrasy,
is eccentricity,
is abnormality,
is insanity,
is explosivity,
is terror,
is damnation,
is ruin,
is claustrophobia,
is pacific serenity
frothing inside,
placid on unruffled surface.
- Max
Spring exists because
every year everyone must,
atleast once, go mad.
- Raamesh
Persephone pours
the wine of summer folly
in Pluto's dark cup.
- Monica
bring it on, dear persephone!
i abide not want
but dress in spring's robes!
- Laura T
why do people put on shrouds,
and call themselves sane?
- Raamesh
Spring exists so that
we can all hope.
- Alaka
Spring exists because
even the high priests of sense
must know what life is.
- Raamesh
Spring exists so that
faith shall live.
- Alaka
Spring exists so that
sober propriety is not
allowed to kill joy.
- Raamesh
Reality is a
persistent illusion than can be
cured by alcohol!
- Max
Spring exists because
the world needs something that can
counter sanity.
- Raamesh
Spring
is madness,
is idiosyncrasy,
is eccentricity,
is abnormality,
is insanity,
is explosivity,
is terror,
is damnation,
is ruin,
is claustrophobia,
is pacific serenity
frothing inside,
placid on unruffled surface.
- Max
Spring exists because
every year everyone must,
atleast once, go mad.
- Raamesh
Persephone pours
the wine of summer folly
in Pluto's dark cup.
- Monica
bring it on, dear persephone!
i abide not want
but dress in spring's robes!
- Laura T
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Drops: an exchange between poets
A dolphin splash drop upon the blue ocean,
A midnight dew drop upon the grass flower,
A bouncing rain drop upon the lotus leaf,
A drop, one of a million, million moments in one.
- Hershal Pandya
In a drop one can
see a rainbow, can one do
that with the ocean?
- me
Drops that make the ocean -
one from from the tears of a woman betrayed,
one from dew on a fresh-blossomed petal,
one from the blood of a fallen tyrant,
one from the drool of a child beholding sweets,
one from the labour of an unknown ryot,
one from the wrath of a vengeful storm.
- me
Just inches below the placid surface,
an oceam teems with a phantasmagoria of colours!
- Max
Disgusting smells, soul crushing noise,
people clamouring with needs,
painted smiles with limited sincerity
doling out humanity drop by miserable drop.
Industry.
- Max
A midnight dew drop upon the grass flower,
A bouncing rain drop upon the lotus leaf,
A drop, one of a million, million moments in one.
- Hershal Pandya
In a drop one can
see a rainbow, can one do
that with the ocean?
- me
Drops that make the ocean -
one from from the tears of a woman betrayed,
one from dew on a fresh-blossomed petal,
one from the blood of a fallen tyrant,
one from the drool of a child beholding sweets,
one from the labour of an unknown ryot,
one from the wrath of a vengeful storm.
- me
Just inches below the placid surface,
an oceam teems with a phantasmagoria of colours!
- Max
Disgusting smells, soul crushing noise,
people clamouring with needs,
painted smiles with limited sincerity
doling out humanity drop by miserable drop.
Industry.
- Max
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Death
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things end someday.
- me
Life is just cyclic,
my dead bones could come back as
ah! a blood red rose!
- Max
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things recycle.
- Alaka
Cremate, bury or
throw to the scavenging birds -
dead, we fertilize.
- Max
In every end
waits a beginning, coiled
to snap into life.
- Max
birds are chattering like seeds
on naked branches
last days of autumn
how naked i have become
bark, rock, and birdsong
gazing at mountains
as i have lost everything
i know but one thing
everything must die
fill me with your chattering
let me remember
spring will come again
i know no better life than words
i know no better death than none
i sweep the shards of pain away
and enter into silent song
- Laura T
Words speakto their own worlds,
measuring outlines of things,
become moments' shards.
A Poem's overflowing vessel
shatters softly, fractures
into Mysounds.
- Laura M
Broken dreams, do you sweep them
under a carpet of mindnumbing chores?
- Max
One wholesome cell of you I am god,
But, religion and prejudice divideth my soul,
Thus spreading the cancer of HATE!
winter always turns to spring,
but this summer
has Gaia wondering......
- Laxmi
i languished o'er death
i burgeoned with the flowers
spring liberation
- Laura T
who's dying first.
Bring in the crowd
Ribbons and balloons.
- Dipalle
Air empties out,
now I float through life
liberation at last oh death!
- Tasneem
florid green vegetation.
All things end someday.
- me
Life is just cyclic,
my dead bones could come back as
ah! a blood red rose!
- Max
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things recycle.
- Alaka
Cremate, bury or
throw to the scavenging birds -
dead, we fertilize.
- Max
In every end
waits a beginning, coiled
to snap into life.
- Max
birds are chattering like seeds
on naked branches
last days of autumn
how naked i have become
bark, rock, and birdsong
gazing at mountains
as i have lost everything
i know but one thing
everything must die
fill me with your chattering
let me remember
spring will come again
i know no better life than words
i know no better death than none
i sweep the shards of pain away
and enter into silent song
- Laura T
Words speakto their own worlds,
measuring outlines of things,
become moments' shards.
A Poem's overflowing vessel
shatters softly, fractures
into Mysounds.
- Laura M
Broken dreams, do you sweep them
under a carpet of mindnumbing chores?
- Max
One wholesome cell of you I am god,
But, religion and prejudice divideth my soul,
Thus spreading the cancer of HATE!
winter always turns to spring,
but this summer
has Gaia wondering......
- Laxmi
i languished o'er death
i burgeoned with the flowers
spring liberation
- Laura T
who's dying first.
Bring in the crowd
Ribbons and balloons.
- Dipalle
Air empties out,
now I float through life
liberation at last oh death!
- Tasneem
Pebble
A pebble in the
riverbed unmoved, unmoving
water rushing around it
- Alaka
Me:Pebble of river bed
Shamed,suckered
Clothes washed away.
- Usha
a dead fish floats above me
but i am unmoved
unmoving, stone hard
river rock hardened lava
yet time will find me
chase me into sand
- Laura
A pebble on the
riverbed, I was once an
uncrushable rock.
- Raamesh
riverbed unmoved, unmoving
water rushing around it
- Alaka
Me:Pebble of river bed
Shamed,suckered
Clothes washed away.
- Usha
a dead fish floats above me
but i am unmoved
unmoving, stone hard
river rock hardened lava
yet time will find me
chase me into sand
- Laura
A pebble on the
riverbed, I was once an
uncrushable rock.
- Raamesh
Bricks
Your creeping Yes is-
often an edifice built-
with droll bricksof No.
- Max
In your palace of
nos, I can always find a
small brick that says yes.
- Raamesh
The quake-
That single fault
One yes brick.
Non-stop rain-
the trees do not cry
Why do I
- Usha
often an edifice built-
with droll bricksof No.
- Max
In your palace of
nos, I can always find a
small brick that says yes.
- Raamesh
The quake-
That single fault
One yes brick.
Non-stop rain-
the trees do not cry
Why do I
- Usha
Counting
Thoughts straitjacketed
into dangerous apple shape
five - seven - five
- Alaka
still my hands are free
and i count on my fingers
while i speak in tongues
apples oranges
my soul knows no boundaries
country or language
it simply sings out
a lightning strike of thought-light
creates its thought-will
haiku is this thought
haku is the space between
the eyes blue sky night
i know nothing now
i shall know everything then
resting in this space
i suspend my disbelief
like a ghost i sit
wait watch om shanti
- Laura T
Counting is easy now
One two three
My abacus knows
Talking, mom showed me how
Eyes voice and tongue
In leashed creativity.
I flinch,fling my words
But always ready to
Scurry into muddled mediocrity.
Independance Day dawns
every year, scars
Notwithstanding.
- Usha
into dangerous apple shape
five - seven - five
- Alaka
still my hands are free
and i count on my fingers
while i speak in tongues
apples oranges
my soul knows no boundaries
country or language
it simply sings out
a lightning strike of thought-light
creates its thought-will
haiku is this thought
haku is the space between
the eyes blue sky night
i know nothing now
i shall know everything then
resting in this space
i suspend my disbelief
like a ghost i sit
wait watch om shanti
- Laura T
Counting is easy now
One two three
My abacus knows
Talking, mom showed me how
Eyes voice and tongue
In leashed creativity.
I flinch,fling my words
But always ready to
Scurry into muddled mediocrity.
Independance Day dawns
every year, scars
Notwithstanding.
- Usha
On listening to a concert
On listening to a concert
For a while
we inhabit a structure of mellifluous sounds
a cathedral, with the sun flowing through stained glass
For a while
we balance on whorls, spirals, sorties, and crescendos
into purple nooks, on neon platforms
For a while
we shiver in the cold electric ecstasy
of torrents bursting turquoise crystal
For a while
we are coddled in the warm glow
of loving notes that caress and cocoon
For a while.
For a while
we inhabit a structure of mellifluous sounds
a cathedral, with the sun flowing through stained glass
For a while
we balance on whorls, spirals, sorties, and crescendos
into purple nooks, on neon platforms
For a while
we shiver in the cold electric ecstasy
of torrents bursting turquoise crystal
For a while
we are coddled in the warm glow
of loving notes that caress and cocoon
For a while.
Reality
How unreal,
incoherent the world seems,
as soon as the trance breaks!
- Max
What is reality?
I do not know:
I dream.
- Monica
i make inferences
i test materials
then wash myself clean
in possibilities
- Laura T
incoherent the world seems,
as soon as the trance breaks!
- Max
What is reality?
I do not know:
I dream.
- Monica
i make inferences
i test materials
then wash myself clean
in possibilities
- Laura T
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tsunami
Poem written by a boy who lost his parents by Tsunami...
"sea! I'll Never
forgive u anymore
even if ur waves
touch my foot
million times..!!
"sea! I'll Never
forgive u anymore
even if ur waves
touch my foot
million times..!!
And
"You think because you understand 'one' you must understand 'two', because one and one makes two. But you must also understand 'and'.
- Sufi teaching @ excerpt from Truth, Lies & Advertising, pg 23
- Sufi teaching @ excerpt from Truth, Lies & Advertising, pg 23
Memories
"Memories, Never
come back with
excuses after I've
forgotten"
- CSP
(Max didn't give the full name)
come back with
excuses after I've
forgotten"
- CSP
(Max didn't give the full name)
A head
A head is a mesh of
crimson crinkles; a
head is a prison. A
citadel of reasons;
an anthill of
seasons.
- Teena
crimson crinkles; a
head is a prison. A
citadel of reasons;
an anthill of
seasons.
- Teena
नमाज़ी
हमको गली में देखकर ख़ुद को छुपा लिया
जाने यह दुश्मनों ने उसे क्या सिखा दिया
घर उसने क्या बनाया मस्जिद के सामने
चाहत ने उसकी हमको नमाज़ी बना दिया
- मुश्ताक़
जाने यह दुश्मनों ने उसे क्या सिखा दिया
घर उसने क्या बनाया मस्जिद के सामने
चाहत ने उसकी हमको नमाज़ी बना दिया
- मुश्ताक़
तुम्हारी आँखों में जो कशिश है
Version I
तुम्हारी आँखों में जो कशिश है,
मेरे दिल की वही तो ख़लिश है,
जलना तड़पना झूरना सुकड़ना सिमटना
बस मेरी रूह की समझो वह रविश है,
आफ़तों की लहरें और हमारी तिरछी चाल,
समझो वही तो ज़ुम्बिश है,
ज़फ़कशी गले लगाने कहाँ बदनसीबी हुआ,
मेरे लफ़्ज़ों को निखारे वही तपिश है
रहे ग़फिल ओ मदहोश उम्रभर मुश्ताक़,
यह हकीकत, वही तो नालिश है.
- मुश्ताक़
Version II
तुम्हारी आँखों में जो कशिश है,
मेरे दिल की वही तो ख़लिश है,
जलना तड़पना झूरना सुकड़ना सिमटना
बस मेरी रूह की समझो वह रविश है,
ज़फ़कशी गले लगाने कहाँ बदनसीबी हुआ,
मेरे लफ़्ज़ों को संवारे वही तपिश है
रहे ग़फिल ओ मदहोश उम्रभर मुश्ताक़,
यह हकीकत, वही तो नालिश है.
- मुश्ताक़
तुम्हारी आँखों में जो कशिश है,
मेरे दिल की वही तो ख़लिश है,
जलना तड़पना झूरना सुकड़ना सिमटना
बस मेरी रूह की समझो वह रविश है,
आफ़तों की लहरें और हमारी तिरछी चाल,
समझो वही तो ज़ुम्बिश है,
ज़फ़कशी गले लगाने कहाँ बदनसीबी हुआ,
मेरे लफ़्ज़ों को निखारे वही तपिश है
रहे ग़फिल ओ मदहोश उम्रभर मुश्ताक़,
यह हकीकत, वही तो नालिश है.
- मुश्ताक़
Version II
तुम्हारी आँखों में जो कशिश है,
मेरे दिल की वही तो ख़लिश है,
जलना तड़पना झूरना सुकड़ना सिमटना
बस मेरी रूह की समझो वह रविश है,
ज़फ़कशी गले लगाने कहाँ बदनसीबी हुआ,
मेरे लफ़्ज़ों को संवारे वही तपिश है
रहे ग़फिल ओ मदहोश उम्रभर मुश्ताक़,
यह हकीकत, वही तो नालिश है.
- मुश्ताक़
यह मिलना भी क्या मिलना हुआ
यह मिलना भी क्या मिलना हुआ,
जज़्बों से लदबद जब दिल ना हुआ,
हर उम्मीद की कलि लहराती रही,
एक अरमान का ना खिलना हुआ
- मुश्ताक़
जज़्बों से लदबद जब दिल ना हुआ,
हर उम्मीद की कलि लहराती रही,
एक अरमान का ना खिलना हुआ
- मुश्ताक़
ताज महल
कुछ पत्थर में फूल खिल जाते हैं,
कुछ अनजाने भी अपने बन जाते हैं,
इस क़ातिल दुनिया में कुछ लाश को
कफ़न भी नसीब नहीं होता,
तो कुछ लाश पर ताज महल बन जाते हैं
- मुश्ताक़
कुछ अनजाने भी अपने बन जाते हैं,
इस क़ातिल दुनिया में कुछ लाश को
कफ़न भी नसीब नहीं होता,
तो कुछ लाश पर ताज महल बन जाते हैं
- मुश्ताक़
Trojan horses
The world's darker when
gray clouds your brain. Trojan
horses - ruthless, thorough.
- Max
gray clouds your brain. Trojan
horses - ruthless, thorough.
- Max
Time
Time - comes n
fixes bags under ur
eyes, slips silver
streaks in ur hair,
adds a waddle to
ur gait, turns ur
guileless face
heavy. Time heals
smoothens scars
erases thorny
memories...
- Max
fixes bags under ur
eyes, slips silver
streaks in ur hair,
adds a waddle to
ur gait, turns ur
guileless face
heavy. Time heals
smoothens scars
erases thorny
memories...
- Max
Old man: an exchange
Old man sleeps on road
covered in flies, a builder's
hoarding looms above.
- Me
Old man oblivious,
flies ravenous dutiful,
builders hoarding.
- Max
Old man at sea
below and above
prevail's builder's realm.
- Narendra
covered in flies, a builder's
hoarding looms above.
- Me
Old man oblivious,
flies ravenous dutiful,
builders hoarding.
- Max
Old man at sea
below and above
prevail's builder's realm.
- Narendra
Death
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things end someday.
- me
Life is just cyclic,
my dead bones could come back as
ah! a blood red rose!
- Max
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things recycle.
- Alaka
Cremate, bury or
throw to the scavenging birds -
dead, we fertilize.
- Max
In every end
waits a beginning, coiled
to snap into life.
- Max
Discussing death?:
who's dying first. Bring in the crowd
Ribbons and balloons.
-dipalle
[speaking of balloons and death!]
Air empties out, now I float through life
liberation at last oh death!
- Tasneem
florid green vegetation.
All things end someday.
- me
Life is just cyclic,
my dead bones could come back as
ah! a blood red rose!
- Max
Dead tree trunk amidst
florid green vegetation.
All things recycle.
- Alaka
Cremate, bury or
throw to the scavenging birds -
dead, we fertilize.
- Max
In every end
waits a beginning, coiled
to snap into life.
- Max
Discussing death?:
who's dying first. Bring in the crowd
Ribbons and balloons.
-dipalle
[speaking of balloons and death!]
Air empties out, now I float through life
liberation at last oh death!
- Tasneem
Laxmi's poems
One wholesome cell of you I am god,
But, religion and prejudice divideth my soul,
Thus spreading the cancer of HATE!
winter always turns to spring,
but this summer
has Gaia wondering......
---Laxmi Birajdar
But, religion and prejudice divideth my soul,
Thus spreading the cancer of HATE!
winter always turns to spring,
but this summer
has Gaia wondering......
---Laxmi Birajdar
shards and fractures
Words speak to their own worlds,
measuring outlines of things,
become moments' shards.
A Poem's overflowing vessel
shatters softly, fractures
into My sounds.
- Laura Mercer
measuring outlines of things,
become moments' shards.
A Poem's overflowing vessel
shatters softly, fractures
into My sounds.
- Laura Mercer
Laura's poems
birds are chattering like seeds
on naked branches
last days of autumn
how naked i have become
bark, rock, and birdsong
gazing at mountains
as i have lost everything
i know but one thing
everything must die
fill me with your chattering
let me remember
spring will come again
i know no better life than words
i know no better death than none
i sweep the shards of pain away
and enter into silent song
- Laura Tattoo
on naked branches
last days of autumn
how naked i have become
bark, rock, and birdsong
gazing at mountains
as i have lost everything
i know but one thing
everything must die
fill me with your chattering
let me remember
spring will come again
i know no better life than words
i know no better death than none
i sweep the shards of pain away
and enter into silent song
- Laura Tattoo
Hunger
When I was hungry,
my hunger gnawed up my bones
When I was at peace,
the world fixed its snout on my puddle.
When I was ready to fly,
my feet were leaden.
(c) Max Babi
my hunger gnawed up my bones
When I was at peace,
the world fixed its snout on my puddle.
When I was ready to fly,
my feet were leaden.
(c) Max Babi
Monday, November 2, 2009
समन्दर की गहराई सिवा
समन्दर की गहराई सिवा मैंने कुछ जाना नहीं
फ़लक-ओ-अब्र की ऊँचाई सिवा तुमने कुछ जाना ही नहीं
तड़पे हैं, तड़पेंगे मुसलसल दोनों,
ग़म-आश्नाई के सिवा हमने कुछ जाना ही नहीं
- मुश्ताक़
I've never known anything apart from ocean depths,
You've never known anything apart from cloudy heights of the sky,
we both have writhed and will keep on writhing ceaselessly,
Having known nothing but pain-soaking conditions.
- Max
फ़लक-ओ-अब्र की ऊँचाई सिवा तुमने कुछ जाना ही नहीं
तड़पे हैं, तड़पेंगे मुसलसल दोनों,
ग़म-आश्नाई के सिवा हमने कुछ जाना ही नहीं
- मुश्ताक़
I've never known anything apart from ocean depths,
You've never known anything apart from cloudy heights of the sky,
we both have writhed and will keep on writhing ceaselessly,
Having known nothing but pain-soaking conditions.
- Max
ज़माने की निगाहों में
ज़माने की निगाहों में तुम्हारी इश्क़ एक चाल थी
नियाज़मन्द हैं आपके जबके ज़िन्दगी बेहाल थी
- मुश्ताक़
नियाज़मन्द हैं आपके जबके ज़िन्दगी बेहाल थी
- मुश्ताक़
Thursday, October 22, 2009
शमा हो तुम
शमा हो तुम, मुझे ढूँढोगी,
जला हूं मैं, आँखें मून्दोगी
ख़ाक होकर मिट जाऊँ जब,
मेरे नक्षेपा बर राहें ढूँढोगी
अकसर वजूद तरतर...
(Incomplete)
जला हूं मैं, आँखें मून्दोगी
ख़ाक होकर मिट जाऊँ जब,
मेरे नक्षेपा बर राहें ढूँढोगी
अकसर वजूद तरतर...
(Incomplete)
मेरे ख़्वाबिदा ज़हन पे
मेरे ख़्वाबिदा ज़हन पे बर्क़ गिराओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें;
मेरे फूलों से नाज़ुक सपनों पे बर्फ़ जमाओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें|
सन्नाटे सफ़ेद चादर से फैलकर जज़बातों का गला घोंटें
तब तसव्वुर-ओ-हक़ीक़त में फ़ासले मिट जाते हैं,
दर्द एक हद के पार बढ़ चल तो आदतुन मजबूरी बन जाता है|
मेरे ज़हन में ख़्वाबिदा अरमानों को जगाओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें;
मेरे ख़्वाबों में पयवस्त ख़्वाहिशें बहलाओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें|
- मुश्ताक़
मेरे फूलों से नाज़ुक सपनों पे बर्फ़ जमाओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें|
सन्नाटे सफ़ेद चादर से फैलकर जज़बातों का गला घोंटें
तब तसव्वुर-ओ-हक़ीक़त में फ़ासले मिट जाते हैं,
दर्द एक हद के पार बढ़ चल तो आदतुन मजबूरी बन जाता है|
मेरे ज़हन में ख़्वाबिदा अरमानों को जगाओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें;
मेरे ख़्वाबों में पयवस्त ख़्वाहिशें बहलाओ, यह हक़ है तुम्हें|
- मुश्ताक़
तुमको ...
तुमको सामाजिक बन्धनों के तार,
प्रेमोल्लास से तरभर पुत्री,
सहिष्णुता सभर भगिनी,
धीरज की पर्वत-शीलसी भ्राता
आदि पाठ भजनेसे,
कर्तव्य और निष्ठापूर्ण क्रियाकर्म से
क्षणभंगुर मुक्ति प्राप्य हो,
तो कुछ पल आत्मीयता
और काव्यात्मिक रचन पाठन ग्रहण,
मिलन के शक्य हैं?
- Not sure whether this is Max's or Ashiqua's.
प्रेमोल्लास से तरभर पुत्री,
सहिष्णुता सभर भगिनी,
धीरज की पर्वत-शीलसी भ्राता
आदि पाठ भजनेसे,
कर्तव्य और निष्ठापूर्ण क्रियाकर्म से
क्षणभंगुर मुक्ति प्राप्य हो,
तो कुछ पल आत्मीयता
और काव्यात्मिक रचन पाठन ग्रहण,
मिलन के शक्य हैं?
- Not sure whether this is Max's or Ashiqua's.
Creativity
'Creativity requires
to let go of
certainties.
Conditions for
creativity are, to be
puzzled, to
concentrate, to
accept conflict, and
tension, and be born
- Max
(I think this is incomplete.)
to let go of
certainties.
Conditions for
creativity are, to be
puzzled, to
concentrate, to
accept conflict, and
tension, and be born
- Max
(I think this is incomplete.)
U
When U DO
ANYTHING NEW.
first people LAUGH
at u.
Then they
CHALLENGE u.
Then they WATCH u
succeed.
And then?
"THEY WISH THEY
WERE LIKE U". .
- Max
ANYTHING NEW.
first people LAUGH
at u.
Then they
CHALLENGE u.
Then they WATCH u
succeed.
And then?
"THEY WISH THEY
WERE LIKE U". .
- Max
Saturday, October 17, 2009
नज़रें मिलते ही...
नज़रें मिलते ही एक दीवार सी खड़ी हो जाती है,
ज़हन की ख़्वाहिश एक मीनार सी बड़ी हो जाती है,
कली से गुल, गुल से फल सिरशता है पर,
तसव्वुर जगते ही पूरे गुलिस्तान की ख़ालिश एक कली हो जाती है,
ज़माना ख़ुद चले सर के बल तब,
सारी नेकी भी एक बड़ी हो जाती है,
अफ़्साने मेरे इर्द गिर्द फूटते रहते हैं मुसलसल तब,
मेरी दास्तान भी एक कड़ी हो जाती है,
मुख़तलिफ़ हवाएँ बवन्डर उठ करें तब,
'मुश्ताक़', ज़िन्दगी के शजर की घटा सिर्फ एक चड़ी हो जाती है|
- मुश्ताक़
ज़हन की ख़्वाहिश एक मीनार सी बड़ी हो जाती है,
कली से गुल, गुल से फल सिरशता है पर,
तसव्वुर जगते ही पूरे गुलिस्तान की ख़ालिश एक कली हो जाती है,
ज़माना ख़ुद चले सर के बल तब,
सारी नेकी भी एक बड़ी हो जाती है,
अफ़्साने मेरे इर्द गिर्द फूटते रहते हैं मुसलसल तब,
मेरी दास्तान भी एक कड़ी हो जाती है,
मुख़तलिफ़ हवाएँ बवन्डर उठ करें तब,
'मुश्ताक़', ज़िन्दगी के शजर की घटा सिर्फ एक चड़ी हो जाती है|
- मुश्ताक़
रिश्ते तो हज़ारों हैं
रिश्ते तो हज़ारों हैं, बहतरीन नाता यारी का
जिसमें वह शराफ़त है, अज़ आफ़्रीन दावा समा'ईन का
ना ज़ीनत है अहम ना नादिर ज़ीस्त में
इसमें तो नज़ाकत है, आलातरीन म'ब'ईन का|
- मुश्ताक़
जिसमें वह शराफ़त है, अज़ आफ़्रीन दावा समा'ईन का
ना ज़ीनत है अहम ना नादिर ज़ीस्त में
इसमें तो नज़ाकत है, आलातरीन म'ब'ईन का|
- मुश्ताक़
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
जीवन म्हणजे
जीवन म्हणजे अळूच्या पानावरील डाव आहे..
टिकला तर मोटी नाहीतर माटी आहे..
तुझे जीवन नेहमी मोटी असु दे..
आणी हा मोटी नेहमी आप्ल्या
मैत्रीच्या शिप्ळ्यात वसु दे|
- मुश्ताक़
टिकला तर मोटी नाहीतर माटी आहे..
तुझे जीवन नेहमी मोटी असु दे..
आणी हा मोटी नेहमी आप्ल्या
मैत्रीच्या शिप्ळ्यात वसु दे|
- मुश्ताक़
शम्म ए फरोज़ान
शम्म ए फरोज़ान हूँ मैं,
मेरी हस्ती मिटाने के लिए
एक साँस ही काफ़ी है,
लेकिन फिर,
इन ज़ालिम अन्धेरों का सीना
कौन चीरेगा?
- मुश्ताक़
मेरी हस्ती मिटाने के लिए
एक साँस ही काफ़ी है,
लेकिन फिर,
इन ज़ालिम अन्धेरों का सीना
कौन चीरेगा?
- मुश्ताक़
ना आस ना उम्मीद
ना आस ना उम्मीद फिर भी जिए जाते हैं,
जान बूझ के सागर का खारा पानी पिए जाते हैं|
जिनके लिए हुआ यह हाल अपना
वो बनके मेहमान ख़्वाबों में चले आते हैं|
- मुश्ताक़
जान बूझ के सागर का खारा पानी पिए जाते हैं|
जिनके लिए हुआ यह हाल अपना
वो बनके मेहमान ख़्वाबों में चले आते हैं|
- मुश्ताक़
जब कभी
जब कभी जज़बात के बादल बरसते हैं
तब कभी अरमान के दामन सुलगते हैं|
घमासान जंग छिड़ते हैं ज़हन में
तब कभी अल्फाज़ के साँस फुलते हैं||
सुकून की चादर फैलती है चाँदनी की तरह
तब यहीं सदमात के सामान खुलते हैं|
ज़ीस्त बयान करें भी तो कैसे 'मुश्ताक़'
जब कभी ख़यालात के आयाम उलझते हैं||
- मुश्ताक़
तब कभी अरमान के दामन सुलगते हैं|
घमासान जंग छिड़ते हैं ज़हन में
तब कभी अल्फाज़ के साँस फुलते हैं||
सुकून की चादर फैलती है चाँदनी की तरह
तब यहीं सदमात के सामान खुलते हैं|
ज़ीस्त बयान करें भी तो कैसे 'मुश्ताक़'
जब कभी ख़यालात के आयाम उलझते हैं||
- मुश्ताक़
तुम पिलाओ निगाहोँ से
तुम पिलाओ निगाहोँ से, आज मुझे हिचकी आ जाए,
ना जन्नत ना दोज़ख़, मन्ज़िल बीच की मिल जाए,
आब ए ज़ीस्त में घौटे लगाता हूँ, शायद, कहीं,
मोती से पुरनूर छीप सी मिल जाए|
- मुश्ताक़
ना जन्नत ना दोज़ख़, मन्ज़िल बीच की मिल जाए,
आब ए ज़ीस्त में घौटे लगाता हूँ, शायद, कहीं,
मोती से पुरनूर छीप सी मिल जाए|
- मुश्ताक़
बारिश बीत गई
बारिश बीत गई फिर भी मन बरसे,
तू पैमाना पिला गई फिर भी मूँह तरसे|
Good morning. Harshal wrote this. Writes lyk a veteran, doesn't he? Whew! - Max
तू पैमाना पिला गई फिर भी मूँह तरसे|
Good morning. Harshal wrote this. Writes lyk a veteran, doesn't he? Whew! - Max
तीखे अल्फ़ाज़
'आह, वो तुमसे प्यार करती है'
यह तीखे अल्फ़ाज़ समझो
आतिशफ़िशान की
ख़ाक़ का वरक़ उखाड़ चले|
तुम तो भीगी रात में
घुल गयीं, और उसने कहा,
'उसकी आँख में तुम्हारे लिए
मान के अलावा बहुत कुछ है'|
बेनूर आँखवाला में,
जवाब टटोलता रहा हूँ|
- मुश्ताक़
यह तीखे अल्फ़ाज़ समझो
आतिशफ़िशान की
ख़ाक़ का वरक़ उखाड़ चले|
तुम तो भीगी रात में
घुल गयीं, और उसने कहा,
'उसकी आँख में तुम्हारे लिए
मान के अलावा बहुत कुछ है'|
बेनूर आँखवाला में,
जवाब टटोलता रहा हूँ|
- मुश्ताक़
ना भूल सकना
ना भूल सकना शाद नशाद क़िस्से ज़िन्दगानी के
दुआ है या लानत म'आलूम नहीं
ना खुल सकना हाल बहरहाल इतनी बेज़ुबानी से
दुआ है या लानत म'आलूम नहीं
- मुश्ताक़
दुआ है या लानत म'आलूम नहीं
ना खुल सकना हाल बहरहाल इतनी बेज़ुबानी से
दुआ है या लानत म'आलूम नहीं
- मुश्ताक़
यह रिश्ता
जाने अनजाने बन जाता है यह रिश्ता
गाने अफ़्साने बुन लेता है यह रिश्ता
अनजाने में सूखने दे वह महज़ इनसान,
जाने समझे बस जमे रहे वह फ़रिश्ता|
-मुश्ताक़
गाने अफ़्साने बुन लेता है यह रिश्ता
अनजाने में सूखने दे वह महज़ इनसान,
जाने समझे बस जमे रहे वह फ़रिश्ता|
-मुश्ताक़
poltergeists
If you expect me to
fail, despite
earth-shattering
efforts, I will. If
you see an angelic
apparition twinning
from my aura, I'll
rise from depths of
city-sewers to fly up
and touch they sky.
We are all
poltergeists to
varying degrees. If
my blood tastes
bitter, our senses
need
disentanglement.
(wip)
- Max
fail, despite
earth-shattering
efforts, I will. If
you see an angelic
apparition twinning
from my aura, I'll
rise from depths of
city-sewers to fly up
and touch they sky.
We are all
poltergeists to
varying degrees. If
my blood tastes
bitter, our senses
need
disentanglement.
(wip)
- Max
I draw my own lines
If u hv a taut spine,
u're cocky. If
flexible, u're a
bloody doormat. I
draw my own lines,
my mirror remains
myopic.
- Max
u're cocky. If
flexible, u're a
bloody doormat. I
draw my own lines,
my mirror remains
myopic.
- Max
whirring fit
Oftn hv 3 meals in
5star hotels but
walk 10KMs hme, no
bus fare jingles in
my frayd jeans. Not
ambition avarice nor
aspiration bt, fight
keeps me whirrng
fit.
- Max
5star hotels but
walk 10KMs hme, no
bus fare jingles in
my frayd jeans. Not
ambition avarice nor
aspiration bt, fight
keeps me whirrng
fit.
- Max
A kind of lethargy
A kind of lethargy
at times oozes out,
spinning a fibrous
cocoon all ard me.
Words pop out
bursting like
bubbles, emotions
ricochet like
lightning streaks.
A link goes
missing. I get queer
looks.
- Max
at times oozes out,
spinning a fibrous
cocoon all ard me.
Words pop out
bursting like
bubbles, emotions
ricochet like
lightning streaks.
A link goes
missing. I get queer
looks.
- Max
Morning
Holed up insde a
lean-to,I watch d
mornng
sleep-walkrs,
jiggling joggers n
cootchie cooing
cples. General Sun
lies drunk behnd
layers upon layers
of grimfaced, evn
faceless clouds. My
fellow
limb-draggers, frm
louche giants to
svelte starry-eyed
teens, scatter like
fearridden fowls,
soon as sky sprays.
- Max
lean-to,I watch d
mornng
sleep-walkrs,
jiggling joggers n
cootchie cooing
cples. General Sun
lies drunk behnd
layers upon layers
of grimfaced, evn
faceless clouds. My
fellow
limb-draggers, frm
louche giants to
svelte starry-eyed
teens, scatter like
fearridden fowls,
soon as sky sprays.
- Max
I grope for a message
Oh she's in love with
u - ur shrill
unpeeling of
lavadust layer
smarted. Whn u
dissolved in the
soggy night, she
chirped -besides
respect there's lot
else for u in her eyes.
Like a blind man, I
grope for a message
in Braille.
- Max
u - ur shrill
unpeeling of
lavadust layer
smarted. Whn u
dissolved in the
soggy night, she
chirped -besides
respect there's lot
else for u in her eyes.
Like a blind man, I
grope for a message
in Braille.
- Max
Gurgling brook
You're a gurgling
brook, cascading
over stones. Cats
crave for silver
streaks, but, hardly
ever dive into the
cool water. We stare
in electrified
silence.
- Max
brook, cascading
over stones. Cats
crave for silver
streaks, but, hardly
ever dive into the
cool water. We stare
in electrified
silence.
- Max
Your silence
Your silence is a welcome oasis
in my cacophony-ruined world,
It's a minor eruption on my skin
if your evasive jelly of indecision
needs a rupture,
and, a livid perennial wound if
you emotion riches fall by the
roadside,
only you sculpt senseturns silence
out of oblivion.
- Max
in my cacophony-ruined world,
It's a minor eruption on my skin
if your evasive jelly of indecision
needs a rupture,
and, a livid perennial wound if
you emotion riches fall by the
roadside,
only you sculpt senseturns silence
out of oblivion.
- Max
Sweating like swine
Sweating like swine or -
perspiring like pigs. Why does
one sweat like a pig?
- Max
perspiring like pigs. Why does
one sweat like a pig?
- Max
रस्म ओ राह
शेख़ साहब से रस्म ओ राह न की
शुक्र है ज़िन्दगी तबाह न की
- (by a renowned Urdu poet, whose name I forget,
sent by Max)
शुक्र है ज़िन्दगी तबाह न की
- (by a renowned Urdu poet, whose name I forget,
sent by Max)
Monday, October 12, 2009
The highest reward
The highest reward
for a person's toil is
not what he gets
for it
but
what he becomes by it.
- Max
for a person's toil is
not what he gets
for it
but
what he becomes by it.
- Max
ज़िन्दगी लहर थी
ज़िन्दगी लहर थी आप साहिल हुए,
न जाए कैसे हम आपके काबिल हुए,
न भूलेंगे हम उस हसीन पल को,
जब आप हमारी ज़िन्दगी में शामिल हुए
- मुश्ताक़
न जाए कैसे हम आपके काबिल हुए,
न भूलेंगे हम उस हसीन पल को,
जब आप हमारी ज़िन्दगी में शामिल हुए
- मुश्ताक़
ख़ामोशीने तुम्हें...
ख़ामोशीने तुम्हें
ग़र्क़ क्या किया,
बातों बातों में या
तुम्ही ने बेसाख़्ता
घौटा लगाया एक
सुनसान समन्दर
में?
क्यों मेरे
ज़हन में
लब्ज़ ओ जज़बात
शिद्दतसे लर्ज़े
थर्राएत तड़पे फिर
धड़कर आख़िरान
उबलकर खौलने
लगे?
यह दिल एक
पुश्तैनी देग़ है
जिस आनजान
शैतानोंका कबीला
दूरसे मुसलसल हिलाता
रहता है,
अनगिनत ज़ायकेदार
झोंके आते रहते
हैं, सर्द हवाएँ
कानाफूसी करतीं
रहतीं हैं तो कभी
रूहकी बेअवाज़
चितकार या जले दिलकी
भपकी बेधड़क उठती है|
यही वह ढोल
तानसे पिटवाती
ज़िन्दगी है, या फिर
मेरे ख़्वाबों की
दरारें एकसाथ
मिलकर ज़िन्दगीका
नक़ाब औढ़े, गले
लग रहे हैं?
- मुश्ताक़
ग़र्क़ क्या किया,
बातों बातों में या
तुम्ही ने बेसाख़्ता
घौटा लगाया एक
सुनसान समन्दर
में?
क्यों मेरे
ज़हन में
लब्ज़ ओ जज़बात
शिद्दतसे लर्ज़े
थर्राएत तड़पे फिर
धड़कर आख़िरान
उबलकर खौलने
लगे?
यह दिल एक
पुश्तैनी देग़ है
जिस आनजान
शैतानोंका कबीला
दूरसे मुसलसल हिलाता
रहता है,
अनगिनत ज़ायकेदार
झोंके आते रहते
हैं, सर्द हवाएँ
कानाफूसी करतीं
रहतीं हैं तो कभी
रूहकी बेअवाज़
चितकार या जले दिलकी
भपकी बेधड़क उठती है|
यही वह ढोल
तानसे पिटवाती
ज़िन्दगी है, या फिर
मेरे ख़्वाबों की
दरारें एकसाथ
मिलकर ज़िन्दगीका
नक़ाब औढ़े, गले
लग रहे हैं?
- मुश्ताक़
गुलिस्तान की पहचान
गुलिस्तान की पहचान न कर पाया ज़माना
माली के पसीने को मामूली समझा
पत्थर की सिल्वटों पे इतराते रहे
पत्थर तोड़नेवाले को मामूली समझा
- मुश्ताक़
माली के पसीने को मामूली समझा
पत्थर की सिल्वटों पे इतराते रहे
पत्थर तोड़नेवाले को मामूली समझा
- मुश्ताक़
ख़ामोशी
क्या ख़ाक समझते हम ख़ामोशी
धुआँदार ढेर थी जब नामोशी
मुँह के बल गिरने का एक फ़न है
हर बार मुस्कुराते उठना है बाहोशी
- मुश्ताक़
धुआँदार ढेर थी जब नामोशी
मुँह के बल गिरने का एक फ़न है
हर बार मुस्कुराते उठना है बाहोशी
- मुश्ताक़
Your silence
Your silence like
mid-day sun,
hardens my inner
doubts like fish
dried on a neglected
beach.
- Max
mid-day sun,
hardens my inner
doubts like fish
dried on a neglected
beach.
- Max
Green monsters
11...Green monsters
grew in size,
suddenly u wre
besiegedby admirers
frm sporting cousins
to tall dark likeble
scholars u bumped
in2 at ashrams. I
ate my heart
- Max
grew in size,
suddenly u wre
besiegedby admirers
frm sporting cousins
to tall dark likeble
scholars u bumped
in2 at ashrams. I
ate my heart
- Max
They watch
They watch,
not gawking,
villagers wid
monochrome unruf-
fled lives, as
polychrome bruit
descends, a swoosh
of arrival. Citybred
moths flit abt
bustling, alien
syllables clatterng,
unable to absorb-
me too.
- Max
not gawking,
villagers wid
monochrome unruf-
fled lives, as
polychrome bruit
descends, a swoosh
of arrival. Citybred
moths flit abt
bustling, alien
syllables clatterng,
unable to absorb-
me too.
- Max
My mind cannibalizes
At twenty my best buddies
were in their infirm eighties,
At sixty my bosom pals
are in their explosive twenties -
the perennial outisder.
My mind cannibalizes.
- Max
were in their infirm eighties,
At sixty my bosom pals
are in their explosive twenties -
the perennial outisder.
My mind cannibalizes.
- Max
परवाज़ तुम्हारी रुहानियत में शौक़ परिन्दों
मेरे सपनों पे तुमने राज किया है,
कभी रूह को अफ़ज़ान तो कभी दिल को नाराज़ किया है|
तुम हो क्या आख़िर,
कोई भटकी शहजादी या आसमान से गिरी अप्सरा?
बड़ी मुशक़्क़त से देखा है
इस तिलस्मी शख़्सियत को ज़र्रा बर ज़र्रा,
एक हल्क़ी सी बर्क़ गिरा दो अब,
अपने रूह की झलक दिखा दो अब|
मेरे ज़हन में जंगल के जंगल शोला-नशीन हैं,
और आपकी हस्ती में पयवस्त
फ़रिश्ता परदा-नशीन है|
बस इन शरबती आँखों से एक-आध
क़त्रा सरक आए आब-ए-ज़मज़मा का,
यह जंग-ए-जलाली सा तकाज़ा सुलझ जाए हर दम का|
ज़माना क्यों न हो अंजुमन ख़ौफ़नाक दरिन्दों की,
है जो परवाज़ तुम्हारी रुहानियत में शौक़ परिन्दों की|
- मुश्ताक़
कभी रूह को अफ़ज़ान तो कभी दिल को नाराज़ किया है|
तुम हो क्या आख़िर,
कोई भटकी शहजादी या आसमान से गिरी अप्सरा?
बड़ी मुशक़्क़त से देखा है
इस तिलस्मी शख़्सियत को ज़र्रा बर ज़र्रा,
एक हल्क़ी सी बर्क़ गिरा दो अब,
अपने रूह की झलक दिखा दो अब|
मेरे ज़हन में जंगल के जंगल शोला-नशीन हैं,
और आपकी हस्ती में पयवस्त
फ़रिश्ता परदा-नशीन है|
बस इन शरबती आँखों से एक-आध
क़त्रा सरक आए आब-ए-ज़मज़मा का,
यह जंग-ए-जलाली सा तकाज़ा सुलझ जाए हर दम का|
ज़माना क्यों न हो अंजुमन ख़ौफ़नाक दरिन्दों की,
है जो परवाज़ तुम्हारी रुहानियत में शौक़ परिन्दों की|
- मुश्ताक़
ख़ौफ़ से अलविदा
आँखें तो खुली हैं, पर ज़हन है ख़्वाबिदा
शायद यही वजह से तसव्वुर है जाविदा
सैलाब-ओ-शमात क्या हावी हो जाएँ
यक़ीन जब कहे ख़ौफ़ से अलविदा अलविदा|
- मुश्ताक़
शायद यही वजह से तसव्वुर है जाविदा
सैलाब-ओ-शमात क्या हावी हो जाएँ
यक़ीन जब कहे ख़ौफ़ से अलविदा अलविदा|
- मुश्ताक़
A poet's death
The poet need not
wait for death; he's dead when ink -
has dried on his nib.
- me
'Every poet writes
only one poem in an
entire lifetime'
- Rainer Maria von Rilke
(quoted by Max)
wait for death; he's dead when ink -
has dried on his nib.
- me
'Every poet writes
only one poem in an
entire lifetime'
- Rainer Maria von Rilke
(quoted by Max)
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