About me

A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Intezaar

aap aayein, na aayein
gul afshaanee ho chuki
buu e gul hai harsoo fiza mein
ashq baar hogi ya tabassum ghulegi

(© pvks)

Friday, March 15, 2013

happy

Over a cup of tea
in dry, sweltering heat
racked with ennui
turning his eyes away
from the stack of dusty files
he asked me what I
thought my life would be.
I am determined to be happy
I replied instantly.
He looked amused at my naivety
as if I was blind to
the innumerable variables
that enter our lives
and mould it differently
from what we want it to be.
Two decades hence, he said,
I will ask if you succeed.
I have, I wish I could
tell him, it wasn't easy
dreams shatter, promises are broken
some bonds grow weak
people you had thought immortal
suddenly leave, and a lifetime
doesn't suffice to weep tears of agony.
But moments of joy are plenty
one only has to keep one's heart
open to receive
and then they link seamlessly
and one looks in the mirror
and exclaims, I am happy!
( © pvks)

Saturday, March 9, 2013

kiska lahu

किसी के जिगर का टुकड़ा था
जो बारामुल्ला में गवा बैठा जाँ
बिलखती, तड़पती होगी उसकी माँ
हम खामोश हैं, और बे परवाह
रोज़ मरते हैं ख़ास ओ आम
इंसानियत का रिश्ता तो है
पर मसरूफ रखता है काम

what we were meant to be

it was not so long ago that
dawn ushered beauty into the day,
golden mustard or waving wheat
glistening grass or fruit laden trees
fragrant flowers or the bubbling stream,
that settled somewhat the rapacious beast within
then the connection snapped, we are all adrift
in rivers of greed and lust, the corpses stink
that float besides, terrifying to behold
and smothering the desire to rise above
and be the men we were meant to be

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

ख़ुशी

सुबह आँख खुलते ही
चिड़िया का चेह्कना
कानों में मिश्री सा घुलता है
क्या कहती है चिड़िया
किस से बात करती है
कुछ कहती है या फिर
यूं ही गुनगुनाती है
खुश  है बे वजह
बेसबब खुश रहना हमने क्यों नहीं सीखा

जिंदाबाद



राजा भैय्या जिंदाबाद

राज ठाकरे जिंदाबाद

हाफिज़ भाई , पधारो म्हारे देस

बनो सांसद, बदलो भेस

फिर सुनो पुकार

हाफिज़ भाई जिंदाबाद



Saturday, March 2, 2013

IFB, KFC


gently falls the rain
on the nearly dry laundry
clotheslines haven't lost the battle to IFB
just as tandoori chicken still rules KFC !

lahu

kahin nahin, kahin bhi nahin hai lahu ka suraagh
na dast o nakhun e qatil, na aasteen pe nishaan
na surkhi e lab e khanjar, na rang e nok e sanan
na khaak par koi dhabba, na baam pe koi daagh
kahin nahin hai, kahin bhi nahin hai, lahu ka suraagh

Pukaarta raha be aasra yateem lahu
kisi ko bahr e samaat na waqt tha na dimaagh
na muddai, na shahaadat, hisaab paak hua
ye khoon e khaak nasheenan tha, rizq e khaak hua.

(Faiz)

nowhere, nowhere at all does a trace of blood remain
not on the nails of the assassin, nor on his sleeves a stain
it does not redden the spear's tip nor the edge of the sword
no blot on the dust, nor a stain on the rooftop
nowhere, nowhere at all does a trace of blood remain

aloud it wailed, orphaned, bereft of aid
none had time or desire to hear the pain
neither witness, nor plaintiff, the case was closed
the blood of humble people, into the dust it flowed


(translated :pvks)

maa

aankh jhapakte duniya badli
nanhe se haath jo pakde the
faulad huye, aazad huye

oonche neeche raston par
jo kas ke anguli jakadte the
sahaj hi ab woh badhte hain
maan pe aanch na aane paye

maan ka man to pagla hai
komal sparsh hai yaad use
woh pal pal darta rehta hai
koi aisa zakhm na duniya de
jo maan ka pyaar na bhar paye

wish

if I had but one wish
would I choose immortality
or the power to remedy
the myriad ills of humanity
so that my children and theirs
and their and their and theirs
live only to see beauty
perhaps they'd find it bland
and wish to restore normalcy!

tea

oh,the agony
of sleeping late
and waking up early
relieved with celerity
by hot, fragrant tea
ah! if only
all challenges could
be met so easily
two leaves and a bud
would be the anthem
and Camellia the celebrity!

where am I

endless agony
infinite joy
life oscillates
where am I
a soul tormented
a heart exulting
from low to high
where am I
fleeting moments
of the calm within
then the cycle begins
where am I