Barfi Inspired

Abhi rookna nahi hai manzoor dil ko kya keeje..

raas na aaye dimag ke sujhav dil ko..kya keeje..

karte hai hum har baat kabool dil ki kya keeje..

shayad isliye yeh raah baaki hai..

shayad isliye yeh intezaar baaki hai..


Mausam badla hai dil ki basti mein kya keeje,
jaante hain kyun par keh na paayein wajah kya keeje,
dil, dil hamesha se hi tha masoom kya keeje,
aaj samjhe hai dhadhkan kahan gayi hai gum
shayad isiliye yeh ikraar baaki hai...
shayad isiliye yeh intezaar baaki hai...

Epilogue: Thank you Shivani for writing the second stanza of the poem :)  Loved the song from Barfi so much, that had it running in loop through the day, and the song inspired the first stanza. And the poem will be incomplete without the following dedications :)

sache aur ache dost dil ki baat samjhte hai.. aur shabdo ke jaadugar hote hai..

sache aur ache dost dil ki baat samjhte hai.. aur tasveer main badal dete hai. 

sache aur ache dost dil ki baat samjhte hai.. aur ache gaane sabse pehle share karte hai..
sache aur ache dost blog padh ke dil ki baat samjh jate  hai..
sache aur ache dost bus aise hi hote hai kya keeje..

photo credit : sr

poem co-credit: ss

song introduction:vs

The Play of Clouds

I had 20 minutes before my creativity class and so i just went and sat outside the library to soak in the sun. And I just became a part of the game between the sun and the cloud.
For a brief 10 minutes I was aiming my camera at the shining sun and the clouds floating beautifully at a distance. Perhaps that was just part A of the celestial game. The winds of change soon came over, I felt a cold chill run through. The brightness around disappeared in a fraction of time as a big dark cloud overshadowed the sun. I angrily aimed my phone camera at the arrogant cloud.
They say 'every dark cloud has a silver lining', Thank God for cliches they do come true!
I encouragingly smiled at the sun peeping from between the clouds and walked back for my class.

Not Lost.

"Not all who wander are lost .."

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

I may not be a fan of the Lord of the Rings(gasp of horror!) but I absolutely love these lines. I like to believe that I am not a lost soul even when I wander apparently lost in both land and in water .
I listen intently to people who have a plan in life, know where they want to go and how they want to go there but I am not sure if I believe them. I appreciate their way of life, wish them well but I choose to take refuge in the above line again.
To each his own!

Monsoon..

Barkha bahar aayeee.. I can hum these lines as i see the patter of rain drops around.

I can recite the following Bengali lines too about a place where it rains often enough..

brishti pore ekhane baromash
ekhane megh gabhir mote chore
porahmukh shobuj nalighash
duor chepe dhore..

here it rains all the 12 months
here the clouds roam like cows
here the eager green grass
closes in on the door...

The rains in India are special, it doesn't feel the same in firang land.
No words can ever do justice to the beauty of the rain. Thanks Rana for the beautiful captures :)

Photo credit:sr

Bhuttaa..

Nani ke pahad se jab bhutta aatha tha..

pahad ki khooshboo bator ke lata tha..

Nam sa bhutta jab sukhi se lakdi ki chulhe par bhunta tha..

Kuch mehfil se jam jati thi chulhe ke pass

Aag ki lapte,bhutte ke daane kuch jugal bandi zaroor karte the

maa dhyan se ek seera pakde, ghoomati rehti thi bhuute ko aach pe

dheere dheere jaise seekta jata tha bhutta

lalach bhari aakhon se Neebu ki khoj shuru hoti thi..

A friend of mine just posted on Facebook that wherever we go we just try to recreate the sound, the smell, the taste of our childhood. For me growing up in a hill station, bhutta stands out as very symbolic. It a sight that follows you all along the curving road- a small shanty selling corns to tourists. A smell that makes you remember your small farm, small kitchen garden and the loving hands that grew them..A taste that recalls all the conversations with friends walking along the mall munching on a corn.

But for now all I can do to recreate those memories is sing along these lines:

Hari thi man bhari thi, laakh moti jadi thi
Raaja ji ke baagh men dushaala odhe khadi thi
O~
Kachche-pakke baal hain us ke mukhada hai suhaana, ichak daana
Bolo kyaa?

Bhutta..


Photo credit: sr