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Masquerade !

jags610 — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 20:23:08 +0000

“masked scarlet and cloaked … what mystery lies … that sometimes hides … in the corner of thy lips … and sometimes shines elsewhere … as a sparkle in the eyes … does the wind that dishevels thy hair … and the sun that plays at thy feet … know what mystery lies … masked scarlet and cloaked”

पापा

jags610 — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:28:11 +0000

गर्मियों की छुट्टियाँ थीं
सवेरे का पहला पहर था
धुप अभी नर्म थी
सुनेहरा, दिन का रंग था
याद मुझे है अभ भी
वो आपकी बड़ी सी उँगली

पकड़कर तब
चला मैं जिसे था

सुलाते थे मुझको उठाकर जब आप
कंधे पर तब आपके सर रख कर जब
ओढकर बिछौना आपके हातों का तब
कभी मम्मी कोई लोरी
गाती थी जब
कभी जब कोई कहानी
सुनाते थे आप
याद है मुझे अभ भी
कितनी सुकून की नींद
मुझे आती थी तब
…
…

My iPod

jags610 — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 14:04:00 +0000

nano.
There it is in the pix.
Black, 16GB with a 5 MP video camera.

Ah, Voila!

jags610 — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 13:25:46 +0000

the Sunshine

and the Shade beneath thy locks

cordiale et a la fois sensuelle meme

se coucher sur l’herbe

la chaleur de la beaute se cache …

lost in a far away glance or

somewhere in the folds at the corner

of half-smiling lips

is all the warmth of the sun …

about those lovely lips or

somewhere in those dreamy eyes,

live & dance

all the colours of the sun

some thoughts

jags610 — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 08:02:36 +0000

not mine, but from the movie Bawarchi

महाकवी हरीन्द्रनाथ अक्सर कहा करते थे …

रघु, ज़िन्दगी में छोटी छोटी चीज़ें बहुत मायने रखती हैं.

किसी बड़ी ख़ुशी के इंतज़ार में हम ये छोटी छोटी खुशियों के मौके खो देते हैं.

अरे, बड़ी कुशी के मौके तो दस बीस होते हैं, लेकिन यह जो हज़ारों लाखों कुशियों के पल हैं उन्हें हम गवा देतें हैं.

It is so simple to be happy, but so difficult to be simple.

***

A wonderful movie.

Setting: Shanti Nivas

winter

jags610 — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:08:09 +0000

Hey, pause for a while …

Behold!
Not far, the winter treads

the leaves are shed like a carpet laid
Soon the earth, the sky will be just white and gray
… she rules
as far as you can see

The denizens reach out skywards

to catch the warmth
of the ever elusive sun
to nourish their frozen saps

As the sun shines past the clouds
they say … let us thaw a little …
and they reach out
to savour
the rare pleasures of touch
… the touch of warmth

What a Peace of Luck!

jags610 — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 12:08:13 +0000

The winner of the nobel peace prize for the year 2009 is …

Yes. We all know now. Barrack Obaamaa.
The joke of the year – Nobel Peace Prize 2009.

Nobel Peace Prize for a man heading a country which is fighting wars in Afghanistan, Iraq and Iran! It makes the award itself insignificant and mocks the institution.
There are some questions. What is the criteria for the award? Is it possible that certain Noble Prizes are awarded for political reasons? What is the point of awarding the prize to Obama? What are his achievements?

Obama may have been a good choice for being nominated for the TIMES Man-of-the-Year Award in December 2009. But Nobel Peace Prize! There must be something to this error in judgement, or else how could it happen so many times over in the awarding of a prize relating to work for PEACE.

Al Gore – was it as a compensation to having lost the Presidential election? Otherwise what has Climate Change got to do with peace. Al Gore should have been given the BBC World Challenge Award 2007 not the Nobel Peace Prize.

Nelson Mandela – for having spent 27 years in prison? How was he instrumental in ending apartheid in SA, sitting in a prison? Yes he was peaceful all the 27 years. It was not the personal initiatives of Mr. Mandela and Mr. de Klerk that ended apartheid in SA. It were the circumstances that compelled them to. It was not an individual here who was responsible for founding democracy in SA. The democratic movement had that strength.

I am sure, there are many more examples.
And I am sure there is a better explanation to this announcement in the category of Peace.

skated !

jags610 — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 07:06:57 +0000

It was after twenty odd years that I donned a skating shoe (in fact a pair of them). It was, though, with a difference that now, I was on blades, on ice and surprisingly balanced. This was on the new year’s eve on Nevsky Prospect. For an hour I glided along with my princess. By the end my ankles ached a bit, but it was fun.

his palette or mine

jags610 — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 14:23:01 +0000

the
last of the auburn leaves

fall quivering

the canvass – void

the solemnity of white and black

glows on the bare branches
                  a spill of rare sunshines – wraps

warmth rush the dried veins of life

singed by the coldest drifts

fated by the chisels of frost

a splash of green, a bloom flourishes
                                   on the first day of spring

क्यों लब्जों में मेरे है

jags610 — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 12:26:29 +0000

कवियों सी बानी

गर्मियों की तुम ठंडी पवन हो
सर्दियों की नर्म धूप तुम हो
बारिश की बूंदों सी तुम्हारी सदायें
रात घनी है या जुल्फें खुलीं हैं
चाँद खिला है या है चेहरा तुम्हारा
हवा में तुम्हारे बदन की है खुशबू
फ़िज़ा में तुम्हारे आँचल की छाया
यह श्याम सुनहरी है या तुम्हारे पलकों का साया

बता दो कोई यह हुआ क्या मुझे है
क्या इसी को लोग दीवानगी हैं कहते ?