Monday Blues (English)

Now that you finally did arrive; wish you stayed longer...
After all it takes a lot of longing and aching before you do.

Thought will complete those untold stories; when you are here;
Some pending stuff which needs attention;
And those random thoughts; which I thought will ponder more when you are here...

Time seems to revolve around you;
Thinking of you at distress gives a ray of hope...

And when you do arrive after ages;
You leave me stranded and I wait again...

#Weekend.

Monday Blues...

ab aaye hi ho to thoda thehar bhi jaate;
badi Minnaton se toh aate ho;

Aaoge to kuchh adhoori baat poori hogi,socha tha,
kuchh kaam jo shuru kiye par khatm nahi,unhein bhi toh nibtana tha;
Aur wo bhi jo bas socha tha ki tum aaoge to fir sochenge...

Waqt jaise tumhare ird-gird hi ghoomta hai;
Mann udaas ho to tumhare baare mein soch kar dilaasa de lete hain;

Aur
Muddatton ke baad jab tum aate ho; aate hi chale jaate ho...
#Weekend.

Jugni Rising ...

When the silence grips, and night engulfs the rush,
Jugni rises... from deep within.

Conversing with herself, who else could she go to. 

The shifts she made, attempts to resonate,
have been sincere, turned down hollow.

Asking her being,which owes an answer she believes;
Jugni questions the being; do I exist?

Or is it them', who just made me up?
Me' the answer for the ones around;

Who do I question and May I please ?
Oh Being of mine' speak to me.

may the Jugni Rise...

Cactus that Wasn't... ( Translation for the hindi post below 'Laal ya Kaale' )

People in the neighborhood were quite disgusted with these two brothers.
Elder must be 3-4 years older to the younger one, recently started earning a
few bucks here and there with his little 'deals'.
He was quite rustic,would Keep two top buttons of his shirt open,
Two very thick lines used to emerge on his brow everytime he laughed his intimidating laughter. It was menacing, almost scary,
People around were quite disturbed/annoyed with this loud laughter of his, sometimes they would
grumble amongst themselves "hmmm.. grown up quite quick this un' eh'

Younger would give his school a miss more than often,Started hanging out with some older blokes from the other neighborhood,
If someone interrupted or questioned on his way back home, he would freely bash em' unapologetically. Had a loose hand this guy, Fearless and brutal.

Both turned out to be such scoundrels, these little pricks, Dark, menacing ,scary.People were actually scared to
speak to them, what if they insult to anything and everything you say !
They were like the cactus in the desert, full of thorns, rough as a thick old dead wood.

What went wrong? They used to hardly  utter a sound little while ago !  Bizarre ; weird?

Six months ago their mother got severely ill, wouldn't speak, lying on the bed- unmoved, gazing at the ceiling ,lost in her own world.
Now they were no ones beloveds, no ones  lovelies, no one's watering these little flowers,
( They are Dry.They are Cactus.

Laal Ya Kaale?

Mohalle ke saare logon ko un dono bhaiyon se kaafi koft rahne lagi thi,
Bada , chhote se kuchh 3-4 saal bada hoga, ab chhoti moti 'deal' karke kuchh
paise banane laga hai, Shirt ke upar ke do button khule raktha,hansta tha to maathe par badi badi do line'ein aa jati thi, bahot khatarnak dikhai padne lagta tha, uski hansi se paas-pados ke logon ko kabhi ghinn to kabhi darr ka aabhas hota tha. 'Kuchh zyada hi bada ho gaya hai' - log ek doosre se dabe lafzon mein keh dete.

Chhota, school kabhi kabhi jaata, ab saath ke bacchon ke saath nahi, doosri colony ke bade ladkon ke saath khelta,ghar aate aate agar kisi ne kuchh keh diya to ek-aadh haath bhi jama deta, Uska haath kafi khulla hua tha.

Dono bade hi Kamine se lagte, kaale,bhayanak, daraavne, kuchh kehne se darr lagta tha unko, kahin palat ke izzat na utaar dein.
Registan mein Naagfani se tez, katile,Garm , Thoonth ho gaye they .

Kya ho gaya aisa, pehle to moonh se aawaz nahi nikalti thi dono ke?

6 mahine pehle Maa achanak bimar pad gayi, ab kuch kehti nahi thi, bas padi
thi bistar par, Soyi rehti Bessuddh.

Ab unhe koi 'Laal' nahi kehta, ab un paudhon ko koi paani nahi daalta.
Ab wo thoonth hain, 'Kaale' hain...

Bakht Singh A.K.A Punjab

 Bakht Singh ka Takht,
ek toota sa Darakht,

baitha tha kabhi naaz se,
rootha hai ab rivaayti iss taaj se,

Pehna bhi hai, aur pehna hi nahi,
Sar par to hai, par jo kal tha, wo ab aaj nahi,

Sher bhi tha, Shamsheer bhi thi,
haathon se bani taqdeer bhi thi.

Raj kiya, ab dam bharta hai,
Inqulabi tha , ab fariyad karta hai,

Pehle toota, phir jala,
ab kahin guum hai,
Nashe mein shayad,

Jab Ujda to udd gaya, ghoomne gaya aur shayad ghoom hi gaya,
Dhondta hai ab, kal ko aur aaj ko,
dhoondta hai kya ...? Shayad dhoondta hai.

kabhi badbadata hai, dhamkata hai,
Gurrata hai, zor se gaata hai, fir nashe mein hi so jaata hai,

Bakht Singh uthh Ja,
Nashe mein nahi Masti mein gaa,

Tu hasta hai to achcha lagta hai,
is toote darakht par tu kuchh jachta nahi,

Wo Jo Saccha Baadshah hai,
wo sab dekhta hai, tu zakhmi hai, zaaya toh nahi,
Ab Zinda hai toh uthta kyo nahi ?

The Kamthi Story

Always wanted to do a story with pics;
this happened naturally.
Lesser said the better.

You can see some parts of Kamthi here ( Mostly Cantonment) and read the captions.

Here on my Facebook Album.