Friday, February 29, 2008

29th February

Well..Well.. Well.. Let me admit, I am just writing this blog to get on the record on 29th Feb..The day has always interested me... As a kid, I found it mysterious and elusive.. Even now, It does feel a bit different breathing on 29th of Feb. Anyways, heres an ode to this leap years special day...

Hey! How have you been
Long time no see.
Last time you came
We were playful kids.
This time you found
us more profound.
Next time you come
Do bring us some,
stories from your
Do people there
live a quarter-X life,
tell five in scores
and count in fours.

Its going to be 12
You must leave, sigh :(
May we see u again
Bye Bye, Bye Bye

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Dancing on the Street

Yesterday night, jogging on the street
You found that You were alone.
You looked around once then twice
You made sure there were no eyes.

A mischievous smile rose on your face
And you danced in middle of the road.
Danced and danced, until my dog barked
When you, my fancy dancer, ran like hell.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Rista Rista

कहीं से आती है आवाज़ रिस्ता रिस्ता
चलाचल राही, चंद कदम और भले

कहीं तो जा रहा है रास्ता रीस्ता रीस्ता
शायद उस चमन में ही आसरा मिले

आसमां की चादर में जी घुटता है मेरा
ऐ मेरे हमसफ़र चल इसे उतार चलें

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Meer Taqi Meer

दिल ये अत्फाल, जिद करता है इसे इश्क दिलाऊँ
बड़ा महंगा है वो खिलौना, तुझे कैसे समझाऊँ

Word Help ::
अत्फाल = childish

`Aman .. Retakes on Love

Sometimes I think that the way we think so differently about love at different times of our lives is really interesting and worth compiling. And as you can see, we have given it a name too :-) (Well, believe it or not ! but the joy of giving a name to the baby is a major reason people want to have babies :-)). Right now this compilation is one verse old. I invite all my dear friends and readers of this blog, if any, to raise it with their thoughts.

And the amazing thing is that, love, inspite of being the most touched upon topic in literature, is still going strong. Think of it, poets & writers have shredded and supposedly 'examined' every shred of this institution. Love seems to have been presented to us in every form it compassion, or passion, or romance, or revenge..what not. Right from time poetry or prose got their meanings, love has always been in the vogue.

Anyways, why suddenly I am talking about love today is because I read about Meer Taqi Meer, an Urdu maestro from Delhi, who was considered as Ustad even by the likes of Ghalib and Zauq.
Heres what Ghalib said about him ..

रेखते के तुम ही उस्ताद नहीं हो "घालिब"
कहते हैं अगले ज़माने मैं कोई मीर भी था

Meer's father while on his deathbed asked him to walk the path of love. Most of Meer's poetry was inspired by love, life and things in between. Enjoy one of his 'kalaams' from the TeleSerial Mirza Ghalib.