Yaadei.n -
Jeevan ke madhur palo.n ki
Rakh leti hoo.n mai.n sahej kar
Beshkimti nidhiyo.n ki tarah
Ratnjadit, makhmali bakse mein.
Kholti hoo.n use phir kabhi
Nikaalti hai.n, nihaarti hoo.n
Un yaado.n ko.
Waqt kuch der ke liye theher jaataa hai ...
Chand lamho.n mein
Ek beeta hua yug jii kar,
Phir se samet leti hoo.n
Jawaaharaat jaise
Yaado.n ke satrangi sheeshe,
Aur rakh deti hoo.n
Man ke bakse mein
Resham kii Dorii se bandh kar.
Atiit ki kaTu smritiyaa.n
Maine kaid ki hai.n
Man ki kisii andheri kothri mei.n.
Lekin kahaaniyo.n ke
Shaitaan raakshaso.n ki tarah
Woh bediyaa.n toD aati hai.n kabhi kabhi
Kahar Dhati hai.n, dil dukhati hai.n
Sadiyo.n se lambe kuch palo.n tak.
Jab un par kaboo pa kar
Baandh kar rakh deti hoo.n
Phir se ek andhere kone mei.n.
Aur zindagi ki jadd-o-jahad
Yu.n hi chalti rahti hai ...
The pleasant memories of life -
I keep them carefully
Like precious treasures
In a bejewelled box, lined with velvet.
I open it at times,
Take out those memories
To recall and remember.
The time stops for a while ...
In those few moments
I re-live an age gone by,
And once again gather
The memories that are colorful mirrors,
Just like jewels.
And tying them with silk ribbon,
I place them back
In the box of mind.
The bitter memories of the past -
I have imprisoned them
In a dark cell in the mind.
But, they break their chains
And escape, sometimes,
Like the evil demons of fairy tales.
They wreak havoc in life,
And torment the heart
For some moments that last forever.
Until they are captured and chained,
And caged again, in a dark corner.
The struggle continues ...
The life goes on.
I keep them carefully
Like precious treasures
In a bejewelled box, lined with velvet.
I open it at times,
Take out those memories
To recall and remember.
The time stops for a while ...
In those few moments
I re-live an age gone by,
And once again gather
The memories that are colorful mirrors,
Just like jewels.
And tying them with silk ribbon,
I place them back
In the box of mind.
The bitter memories of the past -
I have imprisoned them
In a dark cell in the mind.
But, they break their chains
And escape, sometimes,
Like the evil demons of fairy tales.
They wreak havoc in life,
And torment the heart
For some moments that last forever.
Until they are captured and chained,
And caged again, in a dark corner.
The struggle continues ...
The life goes on.
9 comments:
Wah, idhar bhi poetry..
Can you tell me why such thoughts ?
And so beautifully you've translated it.
Can I request you to translate my poem as well ?
'Yaadon ke satrangi sheeshe', aha!
Aur zindagi ki jadd-o-jahad
Yu.n hi chalti rahti hai ...
- I loved the struggle - coming out of it and then again struggle....
-Bendtherulz
@Cuckoo: Oh I mentioned that ... things I have read, discussed etc .... just formed these thoughts.
Rq Grnt :-D
@LeziB: Thanks!
@BTR: Hmmm ... I guess that is why you are so into trekking and stuff! Good for you!!
And now that you are back, when can we expect your much awaited travelogue on Rajasthan ?
I am overwhelmed with your thoughts!
Simply put - Awesome! One word that sums it all...
Great
Ah PM, I am overwhelmed with your praise. Thank you :-)
Here after a long time?! I'd been waiting for your feedback on the latest sketch, as you had so kindly done for the previous one.
@Alok: I believe this is your first visit to my blog. Welcome!!
I am glad you liked the poem.If you like poetry, you can look at some of my previous ones too (made a lot easier by the 'label' thing :-) )
Hmmm - you have added a pic...in this post. Very interesting....faded sepia tones with dash of red tinge...Cool.
BTR: Yes .... I added the pic .. to better describe what I imagined. Glad you liked it :-)
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