My Emotions !

Sunday, August 20, 2017

അഞ്ജലി തൻ ആരോമലേ,

കാർമേഘവർണ്ണനേ,

നെറുകയിൽ ചൂടിയ മയില്പീലിയാലോ,

അഞ്ജലി തൻ അജ്ഞനമിഴിയാലോ നിൻ അഴക്‌?

ഓടക്കുഴൽ തഴുകും, നിൻ അധരങ്ങൾ മൂളും

സപ്തസ്വരങ്ങളാലോ നിൻ മാധുര്യം?

ഈ ഉലകം തൻ ഉള്ളിൽ ഒളിപ്പിക്കും ചകോരനേ,

അതിലോലമായ നിൻ പാദങ്ങളിൽ കിലുങ്ങും

ചിലങ്കയിലോ പ്രപഞ്ച സംഗീതം?

ചോരനേ, നിൻ കടകണ്ണുകളാൽ ആരേ നീ

ചാരേ വിളിക്കുന്നു?

August 2017

आज फिर छू लूँ उसे मैं

इन सीली सीली रातों से

छीलूं पंखुड़ी जैसा उसका अंग

होंठों की धार से

सजाऊँ सेज मैं आज

उसकी सुलगती हुई सीत्कारियों से

भीगा दूँ तपता हुआ ये बदन उसकी

नज़ाकत में |

तेरेलिये बस तेरेलिये

ये रात और नशा

तू ही तो बेवफा , तू ही तो बेवफा (तेरेलिये)

सौंधी सी खुशबू तेरी

और ये बिलखती रात

मद्धम मद्धम सी

सिसकियाँ लेती हुई तन्हा,

बेज़ुबान इस प्यार को कर गयी (तेरेलिये)

नशा ये प्यार का ढल ही जाएगा

कच्चे रंग की तरह धीमे धीमे

घुल जाएगा

उसके कजरारे अखियनन में ।

(तेरेलिये)

Aug 14th 2017

Saturday, August 12, 2017

This afternoon, I was hunting for hotels for my luncheon. As there are not too many options at Royapettah, Chennai, the area where I dwell, I decide to have my lunch from a hotel which is nearby where I reside.

As I progressed to the entrance, I see an old man approaching me and mumbling something. As he appeared extremely ugly, shabby and malodorous, I decide to give him an ignore and went in to order food as nothing came about.

But then, I knew from within that my conduct was inappropriate, considering his age factor. When this thought started pricking me, I decide to approach him. As he saw me approaching, he got down to talk to me in English and politely requested me to buy him some food. This behavior of his intrigued me. Somewhere, I felt, he may have been cast out by his family members. First time ever, I decide to buy someone, who is neither my friend nor family, something which he had asked for, and, that too for a homeless man. I ordered food for him, got it parceled and I paid the bill for the gentle old man.

I became busy with munching down my lunch and by the time I was done, I could see him nowhere in the vicinity. He had already left.

I walked down the junction, crossed the lane and I hear a weaker voice trying to reach me from far behind; “Saar, saar. I bless you from bottom of my heart. You have provided food to an orphan a homeless”.

I could very easily relate to the word orphan and the emotions attached to it. My eyes got all teary. I requested him for a photograph with him and he replied with a smile “with all my heart, and with pleasure”. (in English)

What could be his story?

I could be that homeless man tomorrow, who knows. Despite we cling on to our family and friends, we live a farce life, where we make ourselves believe that we are amongst those fortunate who are bound by all family and friends. Maybe, this gentle old man, also had the same feeling, until life knocked him down.