मैंने कठैती हड्डियों वाला एक हाथ देखा--
रंग में काला और धुन में कठोर ।
मैंने उस हाथ की आत्मा देखी--
साँवली और कोमल
और कथा-कहानियों से भरपूर !
मैंने पत्थरों में खिंचा
सन्नाटा देखा ।
जिसे संस्कृति कहते हैं ।
मैंने एक आँख वाला
इतिहास देखा
जिसे फ़िलहाल सत्य कहते हैं ।
--- दूधनाथ सिंह
27 जुलाई 2024
20 जुलाई 2024
तुम बंजर हो जाओगे
तुम बंजर हो जाओगे
यदि इतने व्यवस्थित ढंग से रहोगे
यदि इतने सोच समझकर
बोलोगे चलोगे
कभी मन की नहीं कहोगे
सच को दबाकर झूठे प्रेम के गाने गाओगे
तो मैं तुमसे कहता हूँ
तुम बंजर हो जाओगे.
~ भवानीप्रसाद मिश्र
यदि इतने व्यवस्थित ढंग से रहोगे
यदि इतने सोच समझकर
बोलोगे चलोगे
कभी मन की नहीं कहोगे
सच को दबाकर झूठे प्रेम के गाने गाओगे
तो मैं तुमसे कहता हूँ
तुम बंजर हो जाओगे.
~ भवानीप्रसाद मिश्र
12 जुलाई 2024
कैसे बताऊं मैं
कैसे बताऊं मैं तुम्हें
--- जावेद अख्तर
मेरे लिए तुम कौन हो
कैसे बताऊं
कैसे बताऊं मैं
कैसे बताऊं मैं
तुम धड़कनों का गीत हो
जीवन का तुम संगीत हो
तुम ज़िंदगी तुम बंदगी तुम रोशनी तुम ताज़गी
तुम हर खुशी तुम प्यार हो तुम प्रीत हो मनमीत हो
आँखों में तुम यादों में तुम साँसों में तुम आहों में तुम
नींदों में तुम ख्वाबों में तुम
तुम हो मेरी हर बात में तुम हो मेरे दिन रात में
तुम सुबह में तुम शाम में तुम सोच में तुम काम में
मेरे लिए पाना भी तुम मेरे लिए खोना भी तुम
मेरे लिए हँसना भी तुम मेरे लिए रोना भी तुम
और जागना सोना भी तुम
जाऊं कहीं देखूं कहीं तुम हो वहां तुम हो वहीं
कैसे बताऊं मैं …
ये जो तुम्हारा रूप है ये ज़िंदगी की धूप है
चन्दन से तरशा है बदन बहती है जिसमें इक अगन
ये शोखियां ये मस्तियां तुमको हवाओं से मिलीं
ज़ुल्फ़ें घटाओं से मिलीं
होंठों में कलियां खिल गईं आँखों को झीलें मिल गईं
चेहरे में सिमटी चाँदनी आवाज़ में है रागिनी
शीशे के जैसा अंग है फूलों के जैसा रंग है
नदियों के जैसी चाल है क्या हुस्न है क्या हाल है
ये जिस्म की रंगीनियां जैसे हज़ारों तितलियां
बाहों की ये गोलाइयां आँचल में ये परछाइयाँ
ये नगरिया है ख्वाब की
कैसे बताऊं मैं तुम्हें हालत दिल-ए-बेताब की
कैसे बताऊं मैं …
कैसे बताऊं मैं तुम्हें मेरे लिए तुम धर्म हो
मेरे लिए ईमान हो तुम्हीं इबादत हो मेरी
तुम्हीं तो चाहत हो मेरी तुम्हीं मेरा अरमान हो
तकता हूँ मैं हर पल जिसे तुम्हीं तो वो तस्वीर हो
तुम्हीं मेरी तक़दीर हो
तुम्हीं सितारा हो मेरा तुम्हीं नज़ारा हो मेरा
यूं ध्यान में मेरे हो तुम जैसे मुझे घेरे हो तुम
पूरब में तुम पश्चिम में तुम उत्तर में तुम दक्षिण में तुम
सारे मेरे जीवन में तुम हर पल में तुम हर क्षण में तुम
मेरे लिए रस्ता भी तुम मेरे लिए मंज़िल भी तुम
मेरे लिए सागर भी तुम मेरे लिए साहिल भी तुम
मैं देखता बस तुमको हूँ मैं सोचता बस तुमको हूँ
मैं जानता बस तुमको हूँ मैं मानता बस तुमको हूँ
तुम्हीं मेरी पहचान हो
कैसे बनाऊं मैं तुम्हें देवी हो तुम मेरे लिए
मेरे लिए भगवान हो
कैसे बताऊं मैं …
तुम ज़िंदगी तुम बंदगी तुम रोशनी तुम ताज़गी
तुम हर खुशी तुम प्यार हो तुम प्रीत हो मनमीत हो
आँखों में तुम यादों में तुम साँसों में तुम आहों में तुम
नींदों में तुम ख्वाबों में तुम
तुम हो मेरी हर बात में तुम हो मेरे दिन रात में
तुम सुबह में तुम शाम में तुम सोच में तुम काम में
मेरे लिए पाना भी तुम मेरे लिए खोना भी तुम
मेरे लिए हँसना भी तुम मेरे लिए रोना भी तुम
और जागना सोना भी तुम
जाऊं कहीं देखूं कहीं तुम हो वहां तुम हो वहीं
कैसे बताऊं मैं …
ये जो तुम्हारा रूप है ये ज़िंदगी की धूप है
चन्दन से तरशा है बदन बहती है जिसमें इक अगन
ये शोखियां ये मस्तियां तुमको हवाओं से मिलीं
ज़ुल्फ़ें घटाओं से मिलीं
होंठों में कलियां खिल गईं आँखों को झीलें मिल गईं
चेहरे में सिमटी चाँदनी आवाज़ में है रागिनी
शीशे के जैसा अंग है फूलों के जैसा रंग है
नदियों के जैसी चाल है क्या हुस्न है क्या हाल है
ये जिस्म की रंगीनियां जैसे हज़ारों तितलियां
बाहों की ये गोलाइयां आँचल में ये परछाइयाँ
ये नगरिया है ख्वाब की
कैसे बताऊं मैं तुम्हें हालत दिल-ए-बेताब की
कैसे बताऊं मैं …
कैसे बताऊं मैं तुम्हें मेरे लिए तुम धर्म हो
मेरे लिए ईमान हो तुम्हीं इबादत हो मेरी
तुम्हीं तो चाहत हो मेरी तुम्हीं मेरा अरमान हो
तकता हूँ मैं हर पल जिसे तुम्हीं तो वो तस्वीर हो
तुम्हीं मेरी तक़दीर हो
तुम्हीं सितारा हो मेरा तुम्हीं नज़ारा हो मेरा
यूं ध्यान में मेरे हो तुम जैसे मुझे घेरे हो तुम
पूरब में तुम पश्चिम में तुम उत्तर में तुम दक्षिण में तुम
सारे मेरे जीवन में तुम हर पल में तुम हर क्षण में तुम
मेरे लिए रस्ता भी तुम मेरे लिए मंज़िल भी तुम
मेरे लिए सागर भी तुम मेरे लिए साहिल भी तुम
मैं देखता बस तुमको हूँ मैं सोचता बस तुमको हूँ
मैं जानता बस तुमको हूँ मैं मानता बस तुमको हूँ
तुम्हीं मेरी पहचान हो
कैसे बनाऊं मैं तुम्हें देवी हो तुम मेरे लिए
मेरे लिए भगवान हो
कैसे बताऊं मैं …
7 जुलाई 2024
I wish children didn’t die
“I wish children didn’t die.
I wish they would be temporarily elevated to the skies until the war ends.
Then they would return home safe,
and when their parents would ask them: “where were you?”,
1 जुलाई 2024
Child of Europe
1
We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.
Who in May admire trees flowering
Are better than those who perished.
We, who taste of exotic dishes,
And enjoy fully the delights of love,
Are better than those who were buried.
We, from the fiery furnaces, from behind barbed wires
On which the winds of endless autumns howled,
We, who remember battles where the wounded air roared in
paroxysms of pain.
We, saved by our own cunning and knowledge.
By sending others to the more exposed positions
Urging them loudly to fight on
Ourselves withdrawing in certainty of the cause lost.
Having the choice of our own death and that of a friend
We chose his, coldly thinking: Let it be done quickly.
We sealed gas chamber doors, stole bread
Knowing the next day would be harder to bear than the day before.
As befits human beings, we explored good and evil.
Our malignant wisdom has no like on this planet.
Accept it as proven that we are better than they,
The gullible, hot-blooded weaklings, careless with their lives.
2
Treasure your legacy of skills, child of Europe.
Inheritor of Gothic cathedrals, of baroque churches.
Of synagogues filled with the wailing of a wronged people.
Successor of Descartes, Spinoza, inheritor of the word ‘honor’,
Posthumous child of Leonidas
Treasure the skills acquired in the hour of terror.
You have a clever mind which sees instantly
The good and bad of any situation.
You have an elegant, skeptical mind which enjoys pleasures
Quite unknown to primitive races.
Guided by this mind you cannot fail to see
The soundness of the advice we give you:
Let the sweetness of day fill your lungs
For this we have strict but wise rules.
3
There can be no question of force triumphant
We live in the age of victorious justice.
Do not mention force, or you will be accused
Of upholding fallen doctrines in secret.
He who has power, has it by historical logic.
Respectfully bow to that logic.
Let your lips, proposing a hypothesis
Not know about the hand faking the experiment.
Let your hand, faking the experiment
No know about the lips proposing a hypothesis.
Learn to predict a fire with unerring precision
Then burn the house down to fulfill the prediction.
4
Grow your tree of falsehood from a single grain of truth.
Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality.
Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself
So the weary travelers may find repose in the lie.
After the Day of the Lie gather in select circles
Shaking with laughter when our real deeds are mentioned.
Dispensing flattery called: perspicacious thinking.
Dispensing flattery called: a great talent.
We, the last who can still draw joy from cynicism.
We, whose cunning is not unlike despair.
A new, humorless generation is now arising
It takes in deadly earnest all we received with laughter.
5
Let your words speak not through their meanings
But through them against whom they are used.
Fashion your weapon from ambiguous words.
Consign clear words to lexical limbo.
Judge no words before the clerks have checked
In their card index by whom they were spoken.
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason.
The passionless cannot change history.
6
Love no country: countries soon disappear
Love no city: cities are soon rubble.
Throw away keepsakes, or from your desk
A choking, poisonous fume will exude.
Do not love people: people soon perish.
Or they are wronged and call for your help.
Do not gaze into the pools of the past.
Their corroded surface will mirror
A face different from the one you expected.
7
He who invokes history is always secure.
The dead will not rise to witness against him.
You can accuse them of any deeds you like.
Their reply will always be silence.
Their empty faces swim out of the deep dark.
You can fill them with any feature desired.
Proud of dominion over people long vanished,
Change the past into your own, better likeness.
8
The laughter born of the love of truth
Is now the laughter of the enemies of the people.
Gone is the age of satire. We no longer need mock.
The sensible monarch with false courtly phrases.
Stern as befits the servants of a cause,
We will permit ourselves sycophantic humor.
Tight-lipped, guided by reasons only
Cautiously let us step into the era of the unchained fire.
--- Czeslaw Milosz
We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.
Who in May admire trees flowering
Are better than those who perished.
We, who taste of exotic dishes,
And enjoy fully the delights of love,
Are better than those who were buried.
We, from the fiery furnaces, from behind barbed wires
On which the winds of endless autumns howled,
We, who remember battles where the wounded air roared in
paroxysms of pain.
We, saved by our own cunning and knowledge.
By sending others to the more exposed positions
Urging them loudly to fight on
Ourselves withdrawing in certainty of the cause lost.
Having the choice of our own death and that of a friend
We chose his, coldly thinking: Let it be done quickly.
We sealed gas chamber doors, stole bread
Knowing the next day would be harder to bear than the day before.
As befits human beings, we explored good and evil.
Our malignant wisdom has no like on this planet.
Accept it as proven that we are better than they,
The gullible, hot-blooded weaklings, careless with their lives.
2
Treasure your legacy of skills, child of Europe.
Inheritor of Gothic cathedrals, of baroque churches.
Of synagogues filled with the wailing of a wronged people.
Successor of Descartes, Spinoza, inheritor of the word ‘honor’,
Posthumous child of Leonidas
Treasure the skills acquired in the hour of terror.
You have a clever mind which sees instantly
The good and bad of any situation.
You have an elegant, skeptical mind which enjoys pleasures
Quite unknown to primitive races.
Guided by this mind you cannot fail to see
The soundness of the advice we give you:
Let the sweetness of day fill your lungs
For this we have strict but wise rules.
3
There can be no question of force triumphant
We live in the age of victorious justice.
Do not mention force, or you will be accused
Of upholding fallen doctrines in secret.
He who has power, has it by historical logic.
Respectfully bow to that logic.
Let your lips, proposing a hypothesis
Not know about the hand faking the experiment.
Let your hand, faking the experiment
No know about the lips proposing a hypothesis.
Learn to predict a fire with unerring precision
Then burn the house down to fulfill the prediction.
4
Grow your tree of falsehood from a single grain of truth.
Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality.
Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself
So the weary travelers may find repose in the lie.
After the Day of the Lie gather in select circles
Shaking with laughter when our real deeds are mentioned.
Dispensing flattery called: perspicacious thinking.
Dispensing flattery called: a great talent.
We, the last who can still draw joy from cynicism.
We, whose cunning is not unlike despair.
A new, humorless generation is now arising
It takes in deadly earnest all we received with laughter.
5
Let your words speak not through their meanings
But through them against whom they are used.
Fashion your weapon from ambiguous words.
Consign clear words to lexical limbo.
Judge no words before the clerks have checked
In their card index by whom they were spoken.
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason.
The passionless cannot change history.
6
Love no country: countries soon disappear
Love no city: cities are soon rubble.
Throw away keepsakes, or from your desk
A choking, poisonous fume will exude.
Do not love people: people soon perish.
Or they are wronged and call for your help.
Do not gaze into the pools of the past.
Their corroded surface will mirror
A face different from the one you expected.
7
He who invokes history is always secure.
The dead will not rise to witness against him.
You can accuse them of any deeds you like.
Their reply will always be silence.
Their empty faces swim out of the deep dark.
You can fill them with any feature desired.
Proud of dominion over people long vanished,
Change the past into your own, better likeness.
8
The laughter born of the love of truth
Is now the laughter of the enemies of the people.
Gone is the age of satire. We no longer need mock.
The sensible monarch with false courtly phrases.
Stern as befits the servants of a cause,
We will permit ourselves sycophantic humor.
Tight-lipped, guided by reasons only
Cautiously let us step into the era of the unchained fire.
26 जून 2024
अंतिम समय जब कोई नहीं जायेगा साथ
अंतिम समय जब कोई नहीं जायेगा साथ
एक वृक्ष जाएगा
अपनी गौरैयों-गिलहरियों से बिछुड़कर
साथ जाएगा एक वृक्ष
अग्नि में प्रवेश करेगा वही मुझ से पहले
"कितनी लकड़ी लगेगी"
शमशान की टालवाला पूछेगा
ग़रीब से ग़रीब भी सात मन तो लेता ही है
लिखता हूं अंतिम इच्छाओं में
कि बिजली के दाहघर में हो मेरा संस्कार
ताकि मेरे बाद
एक बेटे और एक बेटी के साथ
एक वृक्ष भी बचा रहे संसार में।
एक वृक्ष जाएगा
अपनी गौरैयों-गिलहरियों से बिछुड़कर
साथ जाएगा एक वृक्ष
अग्नि में प्रवेश करेगा वही मुझ से पहले
"कितनी लकड़ी लगेगी"
शमशान की टालवाला पूछेगा
ग़रीब से ग़रीब भी सात मन तो लेता ही है
लिखता हूं अंतिम इच्छाओं में
कि बिजली के दाहघर में हो मेरा संस्कार
ताकि मेरे बाद
एक बेटे और एक बेटी के साथ
एक वृक्ष भी बचा रहे संसार में।
--- नरेश सक्सेना
20 जून 2024
I am not your data, nor am I your vote bank,
I am not your data, nor am I your vote bank,
I am not your project or any exotic museum object,
I am not the soul waiting to be harvested,
nor am I the lab where your theories are tested,
I am not your cannon fodder or the invisible worker,
or your entertainment at India Habitat Centre,
I am not your field, your crowd, your history,
your help, your guilt, medallions of your victory,
I refuse, reject, resist your labels,
your judgments, documents, definitions,
your models, leaders and patrons,
because they deny me my existence, my vision, my space, your words, maps, figures, indicators,
they all create illusions and put you on a pedestal,
from where you look down upon me.
So I draw my own picture, and invent my own grammar,
I make my own tools to fight my own battle,
For me, my people, my world and my Adivasi self!
--- Abhay Flavian Xaxa*
I am not the soul waiting to be harvested,
nor am I the lab where your theories are tested,
I am not your cannon fodder or the invisible worker,
or your entertainment at India Habitat Centre,
I am not your field, your crowd, your history,
your help, your guilt, medallions of your victory,
I refuse, reject, resist your labels,
your judgments, documents, definitions,
your models, leaders and patrons,
because they deny me my existence, my vision, my space, your words, maps, figures, indicators,
they all create illusions and put you on a pedestal,
from where you look down upon me.
So I draw my own picture, and invent my own grammar,
I make my own tools to fight my own battle,
For me, my people, my world and my Adivasi self!
--- Abhay Flavian Xaxa*
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