कानपुरा (Kanpoora Lyrics from Katiyabaaz (2014))

जाग मुसाफिरा
ओ भोर भयी
भोर भई हो

ओए! उजड़ी रियासत लुटे सुल्तान
अधमरी बुलबुल आधी जान
ओए! उजड़ी रियासत लुटे सुल्तान
अधमरी बुलबुल आधी जान
आधी सदी की, आधी नदी के
आधी सड़क पर पूरी जान
आधी सदी की, आधी नदी के
आधी सड़क पर पूरी जान

आधा आधा जोड़ के बनता पूरा एक फितुरा
या आधे बुझे चिराग के तले पूरा कानपुरा
आधा आधा जोड़ के बंटा पूरा एक फितुरा
या आधे बुझे चिराग के तले पूरा कानपुरा
भैया पुरा कानपुरा, भैया पुरा कानपुरा
भैया पुरा कानपुर

हटिया खुली सराफा बंद
झाड़े रहो कलेक्टर गंज
बात बात पर फैंटम बनाना
छोड़ बैठ के मारो दंड

अंग्रेज़न तो बिसर गए
और गैया रोड पर पसर गई
अनडू बसयी करते करते
बची कुची सब कसर गयी

ओए कसर गई या भसड़ मची
होए चाट के लाल धतूरा
या आधे बुझे चिराग के तले पूरा कानपुरा
भैया पुरा कानपुरा, भैया पुरा कानपुरा
भैया पुरा कानपुरा

जेब पे पैबंद मिज़ा सिकंदर
ढेर मदारी एक कलंदर
है रुकी सी रेत घड़ी
जादू की टूटी सी छड़ी

जेब पे पैबंद मिज़ा सिकंदर
ढेर मदारी एक कलंदर
है रुकी सी रेत घड़ी
जादू की टूटी सी छड़ी ओ टूटी सी छड़ी

आगे देख पीछे चलता
शहर ये पूरा के पूरा
या आधे बुझे चिराग के तले पूरा कानपुरा
आगे देख पीछे चलता
शहर ये पूरा के पूरा
या आधे बुझे चिराग के तले पूरा कानपुरा

पूरा पटना भैया
पुरा राँची पुरा भैया हैं
पुरा गोरखपुरा।

--- वरुण ग्रोवर

एहसास (Ahsaas) (Old Doordarshan Serial Title Song)

इंसानियत का राज़ है, इंसान का एहसास ।

एहसास जिंदगी है, और जिदंगी एहसास ॥

अहसास ना हो तो उसूलों का क्या करें ।
दिल से दिल की ज्योत जलता है एहसास ॥

 
इंसानियत का राज़ है, इंसान का एहसास ।

एहसास जिंदगी है, और जिदंगी एहसास ॥

फ़ितरतों के बोझ से दबे है आदमी ।
नफ़रतों के आग में जला है आदमी ॥

भेद भाव रंग क्लेश को काट के ।

एहसास बनता है आदमी को आदमी, आदमी को आदमी ॥

इंसानियत का राज़ है, इंसान का एहसास ।

एहसास जिंदगी है, और जिदंगी एहसास ॥

--- पंचानन पाठक (  सीरियल का नाम: अहसास) 

The Veil of Religions

If You are One
And Your teachings are one,
Why did You engrave our infancy in the tablets of the Torah,
And ornament our youth with the Gospels
Only to erase all that in Your Final Book?
Why did You draw us, the ones who acknowledge Your Oneness,
Into disagreement?
Why did You multiply in us
When You are the One and Only?

--- Amal Al-Jubouri
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Black Maps

Not the attendance of stones, 

nor the applauding wind, 

shall let you know 

you have arrived, 

not the sea that celebrates 

only departures, 

nor the mountains, 

nor the dying cities. 

Nothing will tell you 

where you are. 

Each moment is a place 

you’ve never been. 

You can walk believing 

you cast 

a light around you. 

But how will you know? 

The present is always dark.

Its maps are black, 

rising from nothing, 

describing, 

in their slow ascent 

into themselves, 

their own voyage, 

its emptiness, 

the bleak, 

temperate necessity of its completion. 

As they rise into being 

they are like breath. 

And if they are studied at all it is only to find, 

too late, 

what you thought were 

concerns of yours do not exist. 

Your house is not marked on any of them, 

nor are your friends, 

waiting for you to appear, 

nor are your enemies, listing your faults. 

Only you are there, 

saying hello to what you will be, 

and the black grass is holding 

up the black stars.

--- Mark Strand

Let July be July

Even here, you are growing.
When August is approaching
and you feel a little restless
thinking about how
this month might end
and how
this year might end
and how you are supposed to
start again,
you are growing,
you are growing,
in grace
courage
strength.

And it is okay
if it does not feel like it.
It is okay if there are moments
where you cannot see
the way you have grown,
because far beneath the surface
the seeds have still been sown.
The ground beneath your feet
is still a bed for new beginnings.

So much is changing around you
but you are changing, too.

You are so much more than the brokenness
that you were certain would define you.

It has not been easy for you.
You have worked so hard
to be the positive one.
You have given your best
in areas of your life
where the effort was not returned.
And this has made it so hard
for you to keep going,
and there have been days
where you were not sure
if it was even possible.
But after everything,
here you are,
just a little stronger,
holding on a little longer,
and you still found room for hope.

So take heart
breathe deep
you are still becoming
who you were meant to be.

Let July be July.
Let August be August.
And let yourself

just be
even in
the uncertainty.
You don’t have to fix
everything.
You don’t have solve
everything.
And you can still
find peace
and grow
in the wild
of changing things.

--- Morgan Harper Nichols

उन्होंने कहा हम न्याय करेंगे

उन्होंने कहा हम न्याय करेंगे

हम न्याय के लिए जाँच करेंगे

मैं जानता था वे क्या करेंगे

तो मैं हँसा 

हँसना ऐसी अँधेरी रात में 

अपराध है

मैं गिरफ़्तार कर लिया गया।

--- उदय प्रकाश

Of Human Knowledge

If aught can teach us aught, Affliction’s looks,
Making us look into ourselves so near,
Teach us to know ourselves beyond all books,
Or all the learned schools that ever were.

This mistress lately plucked me by the ear,
And many a golden lesson hath me taught;
Hath made my senses quick, and reason clear,
Reformed my will and rectified my thought.

So do the winds and thunders cleanse the air;
So working lees settle and purge the wine;
So lopped and pruned trees do flourish fair;
So doth the fire the drossy gold refine.

Neither Minerva nor the learned Muse
Nor rules of art, nor precepts of the wise,
Could in my brain those beams of skill infuse,
As but the glance of this dame’s angry eyes.

She within lists my ranging mind hath brought,
That now beyond myself I list not go;
Myself am centre of my circling thought,
Only myself I study, learn, and know.

I know my body’s of so frail a kind
As force without, fevers within, can kill;
I know the heavenly nature of my mind,
But ’tis corrupted both in wit and will;

I know my soul hath power to know all things,
Yet is she blind and ignorant in all;
I know I am one of nature’s little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

I know my life’s a pain and but a span,
I know my sense is mocked with everything;
And to conclude, I know myself a man,
Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing.

---  Sir John Davies (1569-1626)

Notes: Minerva - Roman Goddess of Wisdom ( The learned Muse - probably Clio, the Muse of History and founder of historical and heroic poetry.)