वे कहते,
मैं भाव नही, केवल प्रभाव हूँ।
सूझ नही, केवल सूझाव हूँ।
सच यह!
मैं केवल स्वाभाव हूँ।
---Written by Sumitranand Pant in 'Vaani'.
May 27, 2009
May 25, 2009
Unknown Poem-1
A pound of flesh each, they all claimed
A pound of flesh their very aim
Many pounds lighter now
Happy am no heavy weight
Back to school
Waiting for buddies
At the gate
--- Amol Gupte, the scriptwriterof Taare Zameen Par.
Source : Weblink
May 23, 2009
Ghazal-1
देख पंछी जा रहें अपने बसेरों में
चल, हुई अब शाम, लौटें हम भी डेरों में
सुब्ह की इस दौड़ में ये थक के भूले हम
लुत्फ़ क्या होता है अलसाये सबेरों में
अब न चौबारों पे वो गप्पें-ठहाकें हैं
गुम पड़ोसी हो गयें ऊँची मुँडेरों में
बंदिशें हैं अब से बाजों की उड़ानों पर
सल्तनत आकाश ने बाँटी बटेरों में
देख ली तस्वीर जो तेरी यहाँ इक दिन
खलबली-सी मच गयी सारे चितेरों में
जिसको लूटा था उजालों ने यहाँ पर कल
ढ़ूँढ़ता है आज जाने क्या अँधेरों में
कब पिटारी से निकल दिल्ली गये विषधर
ये सियासत की बहस, अब है सँपेरों में
गज़नियों का खौफ़ कोई हो भला क्यूं कर
जब बँटा हो मुल्क ही सारा लुटेरों में
ग़म नहीं, शिकवा नहीं कोई जमाने से
जिंदगी सिमटी है जब से चंद शेरों में
This work of literature is attributed to Gautam Rajrishi and original work can be traced here.
चल, हुई अब शाम, लौटें हम भी डेरों में
सुब्ह की इस दौड़ में ये थक के भूले हम
लुत्फ़ क्या होता है अलसाये सबेरों में
अब न चौबारों पे वो गप्पें-ठहाकें हैं
गुम पड़ोसी हो गयें ऊँची मुँडेरों में
बंदिशें हैं अब से बाजों की उड़ानों पर
सल्तनत आकाश ने बाँटी बटेरों में
देख ली तस्वीर जो तेरी यहाँ इक दिन
खलबली-सी मच गयी सारे चितेरों में
जिसको लूटा था उजालों ने यहाँ पर कल
ढ़ूँढ़ता है आज जाने क्या अँधेरों में
कब पिटारी से निकल दिल्ली गये विषधर
ये सियासत की बहस, अब है सँपेरों में
गज़नियों का खौफ़ कोई हो भला क्यूं कर
जब बँटा हो मुल्क ही सारा लुटेरों में
ग़म नहीं, शिकवा नहीं कोई जमाने से
जिंदगी सिमटी है जब से चंद शेरों में
This work of literature is attributed to Gautam Rajrishi and original work can be traced here.
Kabir's Bhajan
18
Talk to my inner lover,
and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit
that loves birds and animals and the ants -
perhaps the same one
who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
And decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that's why
everything you do has some weird failure in it.
28
There is nothing but water in the holy pools.
I know, I have been swimming in them.
All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can't say a word.
I know, I have been crying out to them.
The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words.
I looked through their covers one day sideways.
What Kabir talks of is only what has lived through.
If you have not lived through something, it is not true.
Source: The Kabir Book. Forty-four of the Ecstatic Poems of Kabir. Versions by Robert Bly. A Seventies Press Book. Beacon Press-Boston.1977.
Talk to my inner lover,
and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit
that loves birds and animals and the ants -
perhaps the same one
who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
And decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that's why
everything you do has some weird failure in it.
28
There is nothing but water in the holy pools.
I know, I have been swimming in them.
All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can't say a word.
I know, I have been crying out to them.
The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words.
I looked through their covers one day sideways.
What Kabir talks of is only what has lived through.
If you have not lived through something, it is not true.
Source: The Kabir Book. Forty-four of the Ecstatic Poems of Kabir. Versions by Robert Bly. A Seventies Press Book. Beacon Press-Boston.1977.
May 16, 2009
First they came...
When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
Then they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
Then they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews,
I did not speak out;
I was not a Jew.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out for me.
"First they came…" is a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
Then they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
Then they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews,
I did not speak out;
I was not a Jew.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out for me.
"First they came…" is a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.
May 13, 2009
The Earth is a Satellite of the Moon
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1
Apollo 1 cost plenty
Apollo 3 cost more than Apollo 2
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1
Apollo 1 cost plenty
Apollo 4 cost more than Apollo 3
Apollo 3 cost more than Apollo 2
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1
Apollo 1 cost plenty
Apollo 8 cost a fortune, but no one minded
because the astronauts were Protestant
they read the Bible from the moon
astounding and delighting every Christian
and on their return Pope Paul VI gave them his blessing.
Apollo 9 cost more than all these put together
including Apollo 1 which cost plenty.
The great-grandparents of the people of Acahualinca were less
hungry than the grandparents.
The great-grandparents died of hunger.
The grandparents of the people of Acahualinca were less
hungry than the parents.
The grandparents died of hunger.
The parents of the people of Acahualinca were less
hungry than the children of the people there.
The parents died of hunger.
The people of Acahualinca are less hungry then the children
of the people there.
The children of the people of Acahaulinca, because of hunger,
are not born
they hunger to be born, only to die of hunger.
Blessed are the poor for they shall inherit the moon.
---Leonel Rugama
translation: Sara Miles, Richard Schaaf & Nancy Weisberg
from: Poetry Like Bread, Curbstone Press, 1994
Apollo 1 cost plenty
Apollo 3 cost more than Apollo 2
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1
Apollo 1 cost plenty
Apollo 4 cost more than Apollo 3
Apollo 3 cost more than Apollo 2
Apollo 2 cost more than Apollo 1
Apollo 1 cost plenty
Apollo 8 cost a fortune, but no one minded
because the astronauts were Protestant
they read the Bible from the moon
astounding and delighting every Christian
and on their return Pope Paul VI gave them his blessing.
Apollo 9 cost more than all these put together
including Apollo 1 which cost plenty.
The great-grandparents of the people of Acahualinca were less
hungry than the grandparents.
The great-grandparents died of hunger.
The grandparents of the people of Acahualinca were less
hungry than the parents.
The grandparents died of hunger.
The parents of the people of Acahualinca were less
hungry than the children of the people there.
The parents died of hunger.
The people of Acahualinca are less hungry then the children
of the people there.
The children of the people of Acahaulinca, because of hunger,
are not born
they hunger to be born, only to die of hunger.
Blessed are the poor for they shall inherit the moon.
---Leonel Rugama
translation: Sara Miles, Richard Schaaf & Nancy Weisberg
from: Poetry Like Bread, Curbstone Press, 1994
Los seminaristas
van de paseo
a las huellas de Acahualinca.
Los paniquines están vacíos
esperando alimentos. Life
les toma fotos a colores.
Los astronautas del Apolo VIII
envían un mensaje de amor
desde la luna: “en la tierra paz
a los muertos de buena voluntad.”
Vida
Volví la cabeza,
mis ojos brillaron,
el corazón me golpeaba
cada vez más fuerte.
Suspiré profundamente;
vi una mujer
toda ella era una virgen.
Un amigo hecho al viento
esta aventurera frase
es prostituta.
Guardé silencio;
mis ojos se turbaron.
El corazón
no dejaba escuchar
su monótona voz;
escasamente un
puño de saliva
se deslizó por mi garganta.
Una lágrima
refrescó mi alma,
llena de tristeza.
Esa lágrima era
mi esperanza.... Las estrellas con sus
pañuelos de los retazos de las nubes
se tapan las narices
para no respirar el aire
aire mal oliente,
cierran sus ojos para
no ver la joven mujer desnuda
y groñosa caída sobre el istmo.
¿Quién es el dueño de
este tétrico espectáculo?
Quien lo ignora
es cómplice de los moradores
de casa colorada.
Biografía
Nunca apareció su nombre
en las tablas viejas del excusado escolar.
Al abandonar definitivamente el aula
nadie percibió su ausencia.
Las sirenas del mundo guardaron su silencio,
jamás detectaron el incendio de su sangre.
El grado de sus llamas
se hacía cada vez más insoportable.
Hasta que abrazó con el ruido de sus pasos
la sombra de la montaña.
Aquella tierra virgen le amamantó con su misterio
cada brisa lavaba su ideal...
De mi boca precipitan
helados gemidos que golpean el
piso y se deshacen con la
temperatura ambiente,
los gemidos deshechos forman
un charco, y la gente los
barre y los bota en la basura.
Entre tanto con esfuerzo
sobre-humano logro dar
débiles pasos y situarme
frente a mí, soy único testigo;
he comprendido
que la muerte no es menos
que la vida.
Para que se den cuenta
Hace bastante le vi las piernas a una muchacha.
Como los dientes de leche eran blanquísimas,
Semejantes no sé en qué al vidrio pulido de un carro nuevo
y me quede ido
hasta que ella hizo un vano intento de alargarse el vestido.
Yo continúo explicando:
“para aprender matemáticas es necesario
absoluta concentración”.
Comencé a demostrar el teorema de Residuo
o Pitágoras
o Ruffini.
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