Love -a senryu

                                                     Love bloomed pink
                                                      world faded away
                                                      I found you






Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry capturing moods of nature and seasons in all their vivid hues by presenting a juxtaposition of elements.
It is like a white frothy waterfall gushing in full glory glimpsed through a crevice. It seizes the scene in its brevity of 5-7-5 or 3-5-3 syllables and then, simply guides the reader towards the view from that crack.

What the reader takes in from there depends upon perception and receptiveness.


When nature reflects human emotions like in the above composition,the haiku evolves into a Senryu.

Sunshine - A senryu




                                                 On a long green stalk
                                                 sunshine poses  daintily
                                                 anticipating





A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry capturing moods of nature and seasons in all their vivid hues by presenting a juxtaposition of elements.
It is like a white frothy waterfall gushing in full glory glimpsed through a crevice. It seizes the scene in its brevity of 5-7-5 syllables and then, simply guides the reader towards the view from that crack.

What the reader takes in from there depends upon perception and receptiveness.

When nature reflects human emotions like in the above composition,the haiku evolves into a Senryu.




Drenched - A Senryu


                                  White flower tinged with pink
                                  Darkness lurks sly in shadows
                                  I am drenched in love




A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry capturing moods of nature and seasons in all their vivid hues by presenting a juxtaposition of elements.
It is like a white frothy waterfall gushing in full glory glimpsed through a crevice. It seizes the scene in its brevity of 5-7-5 syllables and then, simply guides the reader towards the view from that crack.

What the reader takes in from there depends upon perception and receptiveness.

When nature works as a medium to express human emotions haiku evolves in to a senryu.








अभिन्न : Integral







मिथ्या तेरे सब बोल मधुर
सच्चा मेरा तीखा कटाक्ष
मलयानिल जैसी शीतल मैं
तेरा मन जलता वन पलाश

मैं मौन प्रणय का गुह्य गीत
तुम निर्झर के स्वर से कल कल
मैं धीर धरा सी लीकबद्ध
तुम मेघों सा उड़ते अविरल

निर्जन मन की निष्कम्प शिखा
उत्सव का दीप प्रकाशित तुम
मैं आम्रकुंज की कुहू कोकिल
सुर-ताल छंद परिभाषित तुम

में स्वतः स्फूर्त प्रकृति पूर्ण
तुम कठिन परिश्रम से अर्जित
मैं बंकिम भ्रू का अल्हड़ विलास
तुम पांडित्यपूर्ण चंदन चर्चित

यूँ भिन्न दिखाई देते हैं
सच में लेकिन है भिन्न नहीं
लगते जो उलट विरोधी हैं
रचते जीवन संगीत वही।

सृष्टि के नित संचालन के
सुंदर ये सारे  सृजन चिन्ह
लगते हैं अलग-अलग से पर
शिव-शक्ति से ये हैं अभिन्न।




मिथ्या- false
कटाक्ष- sarcasm

मौन प्रणय- tacit romance
गुह्य गीत - hidden song( as in, the lyrics of which are decipherable only to the worthy)
परिभाषित- defined by.

अविरल- always, continual
निष्कम्प - unwavering

स्वतः स्फूर्त- self ignited, sustainable.
बंकिम भ्रू  - arched brow
अल्हड़ विलास - unaffected careless charm
चर्चित- known to be, popular, apparent

सृजन चिन्ह- symbols of creation
शिव-शक्ति- Shiva and Parvati, Yin-Yang, Masculine - Feminine energy..

Image courtesy: Google

Warmth : Senryu



                          knitted threads of joy
                          pink with blush of motherhood
                          buttoned up with love




Reminiscence : Senryu/ Haiku






                           flowers shrivel dry
                       colours fade beauty withers
                            and... memories bloom




Spring is transient but, the images of spring, its colours, the narcotic breeze, the playmate bees and the butterflies, those companions of spring stay long after... thus, Autumn is spent on those promises.

Love is like that Spring too.




Aiyyari : The Magical Movie.



Watched Aiyyari. A MUST WATCH movie.

In these days of everyone complaining about everyone else not spending enough time with each other, this is one movie which brings the family, the spouse closer.  It's no less achievement.
How it managed to do so?

Because, in the end, after almost three hours, four tubs of popcorns, colas and burgers included, you are bound to ask your neighbour, "What just happened here?"
Even enemies are bound to discuss, "Bhai, ye bata de, aakhir hua kya?"

In fact, during the movie itself you'd feel that itch to pause it and ask someone if they are also as lost as you are or is it you alone on whom suddenly age has caught up with in just 45 minutes in to the movie! Trust me, in those first 45 minutes, at least once you'd mistrust your  senses and feel senile(!) or dumb depending upon which side of 25 you are.

Though on the positive side, it made me recall many forgotten incidents. Like it reminded me of one of my cousin who once pronounced the word Dilemma as Dalai Lama and then was suitably upset that I gave a blank insensitive face to his emotional Dalai Lama!

...and, on second, third and fourth thought, it should be TAX FREE.
Because, this movie is bringing us closer as a group, as one team, as  a family, as a nation discussing the same thing and surprise surprise, still agreeing with each other! Free of caste and creed, middle and uber class, regionalism and language barriers, we stand united in asking, "For God's Sake, WHAT IS Happening!?" :/

It is the real patriotic and pro- nationalistic movie!

It forges RE- CONNECT
 It made me comnent on a friend's wall. I was 'made' to connect with her which otherwise I could have conveniently ignored. It made us RE- connect. *Sigh...
Such a sweet feeling...in this way it is rebuilding strained relationships and calling estranged friends back.

Last but, not the least, it is a brain teaser. After 48 hours of watching I am still in the process of deconstructing each scene and dialogue ..to get some clue for the eternal question, HUA KYA?

So, don't wait reading me more on this topic and grab the first ticket of a nearby nearly empty theatre and reap in its benefits.

I rest my case.
Happy Watching.



Disclaimer- It's not a paid promotion. The views expressed here are solely my own. ;D




Senryu : Dreamcatcher







                      pearls of longing gleam
                     wishes twirl like feathers soft
                      wakefulness and dreams

                      vibrant threads of love
                      needled in my heart, I knit
                      our own dreamcatcher





Image : sunshinebluecloud blog



The story of a Folly : Girl


Written for Friday Reflections with Corinne and Shalini who are hosting it for the photo prompt.



"Where angels fear to tread...fools rush in." - Alexander Pope


There was once a silly girl
whose hair cascaded in shining curls
her eyes were true, her smile was warm
Her heart had a happiness good luck charm

Which made all  beings just fall for her
butterflies to flit and kittens to purr
Moon bloomed, stars twinkled at her sight
Fountains rose high for her sole delight!

Ah! Then she met a wolf in the wood
lonely, tired, ozing blood.
The friendship bloomed, wounds healed like that!
The scars she safely hid in her heart...

They laughed for hours, played through sunsets
But affection and need are different sets
As winters smiled and snow came down
The silver orb observed with a frown that,

She loved, but wolf was restless for more
For new games trampled her feelings pure
Now strong and wild, he missed his pack
His types, his crowd, his ways, to be back.

Unlike the stars which bid goodbye...to comeback daily in the night sky.
Wolf scathed her face, locked her in a cage
And mauled the soul with mocking grimace

Then leaped and went straight out of sight
To grasslands wild, to summers bright
The girl laughs daily with empty joy
And goes through days like a doll, a toy

To  put  an end to this endless pain
So you won't hear this from her again..
I found her with a noose in hand
The liquid eyes, the haughty stance

I still hold her in my arms as I say
Not all words mean what they say, they say
O you' who reads with a jeer, smug smile
Pray you don't know that wolf so viled



Image : Internet

चिर

लाल चुनरिया सर पर ऐसे
केसरिया ज्यों बाना
ज़री किनारी लहके पढ़ कर
आँखों मे उलहाना

कँगन, झुमके जल जल भभके
मन अग्नि की ज्वाला
बाहर की लपटें थीं शीतल
सो अर्पण कर डाला

काजल की झूठी लीक कहाँ
आयत नैनों को बाँधे
मेहा से बरसे, उर में सूखा
वेग कहाँ तक साधे

जीवन एक छलावा जिस पर
खोटा समय कराया
सत्य प्रेम बस चिर निद्रा है
आज समझ यह आया





लाल चुनरिया -  bridal red scarf
केसरिया ज्यों बाना - (with an attitude of) saffron headgear of a warrior
लहके - glints like fire   
ज़री किनारी- the golden lining og the hem of the dress
उलहाना -sarcasm...Here, humiliation and sneering.
भभके- flame up!
बाहर - world(ly)               
आयत नैनों - large eyes, here, moonstruck    मेहा- rain clouds
छलावा - illusion.               
खोटा- waste
सत्य प्रेम - unconditional love
 चिर निद्रा - the ultimate rest

Image : Internet

Moon : A story of loss

A story-cum-musing inspired by the image at the end...


Once upon a time a sly and lonely wolf got a mask of sheep. He wore it for a lark and entered the herd of the docile species just as a distraction from his uncelebrated existence. The novelty was like a spark of sunshine in his mundane life. His loneliness made him bear their lame games with patience, laugh at their dumb puritan lifestyle and eat the tasteless grass. But, as fate would have it, he became friends with an ewe and was so enamoured by her  simple ways that forgot his slyness and started living with her herd as one of them.

That was monsoon when days were dark and nights, darker.

All day long, the masked wolf would work with the group, chat, eat grass, laugh and play with the lambs running till the horizons, chasing the rainclouds, the blue feathers of his dreamcatcher flying like mystical flames and its pearls catching  light,  shining like beads of that bliss.

At nights, he would sleep inside the cave with the herd, as innocent like a baby's heart. He wanted to live with them in his real form but his affection for the ewe and fear of losing her, prevented him from disclosing his true identity. His mask was the testimonial of his goodness and a guarantee to stay within the herd and the dreamcatcher attached to it, a symbol of hope.

Days were passing in a happy whizz when one day a yellow leaf twirled in the air. It went past the wolf's eyes swirling towards the ground and a shadow crossed his masked face.
It was an indication of the end of rains.

That night the sky was cloudless, a bright half moon looked down on the dewy pastures and was stunned to see a wolf sleeping calmly with the lambs. The lonely moon smiled with a malicious grin and crept away silently collecting her silver robes. Every night the moon's wicked smile grew wider till, on plenilune, she appeared in her full selenium glory,  aureate like molten gold and dazzlingly beautiful like all things cruel.

The wolf was already experiencing the well known pull.

Well aware of his foredoom he stood up, rising to meet his jealous adversary.
For one last time, he looked back at his friends, his foster family with his aching longing glance still well hidden behind his mask and then leaped out of the herd. Making a dash towards the highest peak he bolted like a burning arrow from warrior's quiver!

He was running, sprinting high, diminishing the distance between him and his nemesis in the sky.

The trees were whizzing past in a dark blur, pebbles were flying around him from beneath his paws as they touched the ground, the meadow, the small brook where the ewe used to call him with the tinkling of her bells, the much loved boscage where she used to wait for him in hiding, the treasured pasture, familiar scenes and phrases, playful moments and laughter, everything was flashing in front of his eyes clear yet blinding like, a thunder lightening. And he let out a howl of unchained agony. Of mad anger!
A cry of unbearable despair,  of someone who had loved deeply, with his everything and, has lost. Of someone who had guarded the flame of love with his own being and then that flame has been extinguished.
The river slowed down on hearing that cry of pain, the trees bowed down with the weight of that sadness, only the wind blew like a lunatic shouting and shrieking, as if in rage.

Slowly an undecipherable silence crept up over the entire valley hushing it with that heavy anguish of an unloved animal.

The lambs shrank back hiding into their mothers' fur. The older sheep shook their heads in dismay on this careless blunder.
In that silence the wolf was still tearing his lungs out with repeated howls of raw fury, of  frustration and hopelessness of an unreturned love.

Only the glorious moon was smiling.


Courtesy: Instagram

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At times the persona towers the person.  With the art of pretence, the shallow very easily lure in the guise of substantial, charlatans charm by their honed up skills, but those who like the wolf, actually want to transform themselves are stigmatized. 

We severely judge such souls- the weirds, the loners, the eccentrics and the lost ones... while these are some of the most compassionate, the most understanding and unpretentious ones where we fail to listen to their silent cries, to warm up to their expectant eyes and to notice the smile dying slowly from their lips. 

It's not always that the moon is glorious and every wild soul, a beast. 
In these times, roles are reversed, my friend! Be careful! 



नज़्म : रंजिश



वो इक पल जिसमे हम दोनों, चले थे हाथ थामे संग,
सज़ा हो उसकी इकतरफा, ये किस तरह से वाज़िब है?

हरसिंगार, चम्पा, नदिया, बरगद जल गये सारे
नहीं जलती मगर यादें ये दिल की कैसी साज़िश है!

कुफर जैसी सियाह सीरत, मुलम्मा झूठ का तिस पर
इबारत इश्क़ की पढ़ ले, भला कैसे मुनासिब है?

खिला था चाँद आंगन में, सितारे जगमगाते थे
अँधेरे को चुना हमने,अबस सी क्यूं ये आदत है?

वो लम्हा जिसमे हंस बैठे ज़माना भूल कर सारा,
सज़ा सदियों पे भारी हो, ख़ुदाया, क्या नवाज़िश है!

ना होते हो तो होते हो, बिना बातों की बातें यूँ,
गोया हर बात हर चुप्पी, बस इक तुम से मुख़ातिब है।

वो बातें जो जलाती हैं, रगों में खूं धुँए मानिंद
उन्ही बातों पे बातें हों, मिरी आख़िरी सिफ़ारिश है।

वो मंज़र जो पिघलते हैं गोया सीसा हो आंखों में
उन्ही को रोज़ देखूँ मैं,  बहुत गहरी ये रंजिश है।





हरसिंगार = night jasmine               चम्पा = Frangipani, Plumeria                 
बरगद = banyan tree                       साज़िश  = ruse, planning
कुफर = sin                                         सीरत= mind, soul
मुलम्मा= outer husk, mask.             अबस= futile
गोया = as if                                       मुख़ातिब = for you, towards
सीसा  = molten lead                         रंजिश= acrimony, bitterness
Image: Google