Filed under: Arth ki khoj mein
Poetry has its many facets, many motives, and many inspirations. We shall deal with them later when we have time. Suffice it to say that poetry, much of the time, is an expression that waits to be expressed. It's like poetry writes itself through you – you are just the vehicle. Much like the Muse does the writing through the pen of the poet.
There can be many disputes about what can be the right language for poetry. Even today, the first day of this website, I had something of a debate with a friend regarding the language to be used. To speak for others is a foolish venture; one can only speak for oneself. And often times I have felt that there is a certain deficiency when I write a couple of things in English. Of course my knowledge of English being much better, I am in a better position to express myself. But there are things that are not translatable. You lose some meaning when you do that. And so, Hindi has inspired me at times. This website is a bi- or tri-lingual effort at creation of poetry (considering whether you consider Hindi and Urdu as two different languages or only one language) to overcome that lacuna that I felt there was with certain 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions'.
Of course, there is the problem of transliteration – since I am not conversant with the use of Indic scripts, I have to make do with Roman script. It is inevitable that the twenty-six letters are quite incapable to reproducing the vast array of Hindi and Urdu sounds – and that is something I have to live with. You comments are most welcome.
Ek haseen shaam ki kahani,
Raja ke haathon mein rani,
Ek zaalim sooraj loafer ki tarah pichhey paraa,
Bayen se kisi kaminey ki seeti,
Dayen mein pallu pichhey koi thahakey chada.
Bedard shaam, dusman duniya,
Haseena ko haath liye kisi chhaawni mein main chala,
Kuchh meethi baat karenge,
Ek duje ko aankhon mein lenge.
Lambi kwahish thi,
Do chaar lamhe yun hi saath guzaroon,
Do chaar yadon ko kismat sey churaoon,
Ki kal jab nazrein kuchh kamzor parengi,
Chandi ke bartan sa ghiskey yahdoon ko chamkaoon.
Karah raha hai aaj woh shaam,
Chandi ka chamak aaj pheeka hai,
Kamzor yaadein kuch na seekha hai,
Shaayad.
Shaayad kehin sey mere kaano mein kuch goonja hai,
Woh door galiyon ki deewaron sey takrati kisi Alka ki vaani,
Yadoon mein jawani, kisi bedardi ki kahani,
“Pardesi, pardesi, jaana nehi”
Jana nehi.
Ek hansta pari meri aankhon par aa baitha,
Uski aankon mein ek ajab si khushi thi,
Mano aandhi mein parinda ek ghonsla dhoonda ho,
Mano Savitri sa Jum ke paley se kisi pyarey ko chhuraya ho,
Mano jungal mein koi hirni apney navjaat ko chhupaya ho,
Usi khushi ki jhalak aaj diwali mein sajti hai,
Holi ki rangon mein aasman mein udti hai,
Kisi aashiq ke dil ke khoon mein khoulti hai.
To lo, aaj diwali hai, aaj holi hai,
Laal mein rangi kisi dulhan ki doli hai,
Jee haan,
Is kehani ki chamak Aishwarya ki choli hai!