An Ode

This is an ode to the real women of India. The ones who sweat it out on the fields. The ones who keep their family together always. The ones who look beyond themselves every time. I salute you!

The fragrance of the soil in your hands,

You smear it like the sun with drops of rain,

Immense support that your lonely shoulders provide,

Under your shadow they all take a relieved sigh!

With your wooden flute you get the fireplace alive,

And with the hymn you ignite the spirit of life,

Somewhere in the fields your earring tinkers,

The sound of which keep your men going all night.

Soaked in the heat of the day,

Your skin becomes a tad little dark,

Like the last coal which burns just a little,

You provide the warmth to your family at night,

Theres a twinkle in your eyes, like the stars in the sky.

The winds bow down to you Oh! Lady of the house,

The seasons salute you with a smile,

The dust is your make-up,

So what, you are the like rivers that bring life.

It sound like a million shells when you heave,

There is a feather to every sorrow you grieve,

The dark cloud is like the kaajal on your face protecting you,

And you smear it like the sun with drops of rain.

V.V.Vikram

Square Zero

A piece written by a very close friend.

I lie under two gazes.

Introspections rising out of two kinds of love.

One comes with an insane sort of liberation.

Another that mirrors much of my soul.

But I will choose the security of order,

For how long will I stand on your love?

It's freeing foundation is but quicksand.

Your world but a blackhole draining my soul.

While I love that maddening freedom,

I look on, to walk towards that path of sanity.

I will look at myself the way he does.

I will get used to the way his hand caresses my skin.

I will learn to remember his smell in the place of your's.

I will grow into him, like I did into you.

For isn't much of love but a new habit you learn?

Bid me farewell now.

Let me go seek him; mirror his soul.

Maybe this is how far we were meant to go,

And leave trails of dust behind us

From our star-crossed destiny.

By-

Trinity Unlocked

Baat niklegi tho phir door talak jayegi

This is an attempted translation of one of my favorite Jagjit Singh's Ghazals. It is about a relationship that could not materialise. About two loved ones who could not get together because of external reasons. It is about how even though they love each other, they cannot carry on. It is about how the guy is telling the girl, be string and face the society boldly.

If the word is let out, it shall spread my dear,

People shall ask unnecessarily about your sorrow,

They shall also ask about your troubled self.

Fingers shall be raised at your dishevelled hair,

They shall glance suspiciously at the long gone years,

Your bangles too shall be joked about,

Even your trembling hands then shall be taunted at.

People are cruel, they shall taunt at every possible thing,

And somewhere in the taunts, I shall be mentioned too,

Do not give their words any significance my love,

Or your expression shall give it all away,

No matter what, do no argue or question,

Do not talk about me to them whatsoever,

Because if the word is let out, it shall spread my dear

V.V.Vikram

नासूर

In a relationship, theres always that one person who loves the other more. That one person is always willing to go any extent to keep the other happy....stupid fella.....but then its always an experience....the fact is the more hurt you are when things come to and end....the more stronger you become when you come over it.....

This is an ode to all those give all their heart and soul to their relationships...rest kindly buzz off ;)


नासूर
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एक ख्वाहिश है अब की ज़िंदगी यूँ ही रहे,
इक दूरी सी रहे, दरमियाँ बना रहे,
एक सन्नाटा सा है हर मोड़ पे अब,
बस यूँही बसर, ज़िंदगी तन्हा सी रहे

ऐसा नही के तुम थे ही नही,
जब थे, तो बस तुम थे और कुछ था ही नही,
ना थे, तो ये अश्क रुकते थे नही,
अब बहना चाहें तो भी ये बहते नही.


एक वजूद है मेरा, जो भूला था तब,
तब तुमसे था सब, अब मुजसे हैं सब,
तुम नही हो अब और यहाँ,
अब मैं हूँ इस पूरे राह समा,

आगे बढ़ गये तुम जल्द ही सब भूलके,
हम भी भूले पर ज़रा ज़रा करके,
धीरे से भूले, हम अब नासूर हैं,
पर आप दिल के हाथों अब भी मजबूर हैं.

V.V.Vikram

Karma Sutra

To all who discriminate based on caste, creed or any other form of discrimination, you ignite the fire of rage and violence. Its a vicious circle because the fire never extinguishes

In the dark alleys of abuse and violence,

I have grown, watching it all, in shock and silence,

With loved ones gone now, I feel so lonely,

I have learnt to take it all, now things dont hurt me.

Dont gimme this bullshit bout cause and effect,

The guy with the trigger is the guy who is set,

I never meant to harm, but what did i get,

Karma is a bastard, you read about and forget.

I am a gangsta now, so what should i do,

I never meant to be one, life made me to,

I will kill them all if I really have to,

I find solace in revenge, yeah every moment I do.

V.V.Vikram

रहगुज़र (My 50th Post)

This is a special one. I started blogging in 2008 with the intention that I needed to have a concrete hobby on my CV. This is the 50th today and I am pretty happy that I have taken a liking to blogging. I have tried to bend towards the creative side in my posts and not blog the traditional way (experiences and opinions) and hence the 50th has taken a longer time.

I wondered what it should be...english poetry which was my usual stuff, a short story which i have begun to write off late or probably an experience. Then i realised that my 50th should be about what i write best..my hindi poetry and so this is an ode to all the ghazals i listened to since class 5th which have made me a huge fan of urdu and hindi nazms..a special thanks to my dad who always played quality music at home when i was young...my poetic sense truly comes from there...

तब मैं क्या था और अब मैं क्या हूँ,

तब जला था और अब धुंआ हूँ,

सब कम ही था और ग़म भी था,

पर इक मस्सर्रत थी जवां,

अब सुकून हैं, थम चुका हूँ,

उस जुस्तुजू को खो चुका हूँ.

जब चला मैं, जहाँ गया मैं,

हर कदम पे था रक़ीब,

अजनबी से इस शहर में,

अब मैं ही अपना रहनुमा हूँ.

रहगुज़र था, रहगुज़र सी थी मेरी बेचेनियाँ,

हर सफ़र में था जुनूं और हर सफ़र इक कहकशां,

एक इन्तेहा है ज़िन्दगी अब इस शहर में हर तलब,

काटों भरे इस शहर में, अब इक गुलिस्तान ढूंढता हूँ.

तनहाइयों में चल पड़ा था , सोचा की कल मिलेगी ज़िन्दगी,

शहरों की इन दलदलों में लेकिन दब रही है ज़िन्दगी,

सबको ही सब कुछ दिया, देने को अब क्या रह गया,

माँगा नहीं था आसमान, बस पूछ लेते हाल-ए-दिल,

अब भी खुद का सोचते हैं, कैसा शहर है सोचता हूँ.

--Vikram

Beyond

Sometimes I tend to stare beyond boundaries,
A sense of utopia prevails then,
For a moment or two to me,
It seems like I live the perfect life.

My thoughts then fly like a kite,
Not knowing to what extent they can go,
Unaware of what may happen next,
They guide themselves towards the unknown.

And then in a second I am back,
I find myself staring at a wall,
I try to look beyond again, but in vain,
The kite has been cut, it has gone down.

It sets in so deep, this loneliness,
It engulfs you like the quicksand,
It pulls you in so that you cannot see,
How shall I now stare beyond those boundaries?

V.V.Vikram