Musings of the lost poet
याद है तुम्हे वह शादिकी रात?
बरसों कि तमन्ना जब पूरी हुई थी,
तुम और मैं – लिपट के एकदूजेमे
ऐसे खो गए कि पता ना चला
सुबह कब होगया ।
मैं आज भी, हर रोज – जब
अपने आंखे खोलता हूं –
तुम्हे उसी दुल्हन के रूपमें पाता हूं ।
जब रातकी बातें सब याद करके,
तुम शरमाने लगती हो –
मेरे सूरज तुम्हारे चेहरे से निकल आता है –
मेरे सुबह हो जाता है ।
– भाष्कर ढकाल
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Sing me a song, honey.
Make me an insane lover
in this ‘sane world’
where people calculate their steps
even while falling in love.
No sugar,
make me freefall deep in your love.
So deep that I find the root of your love
and bury it inside my heart.
We will perch in our utopia
and enjoy the sweet fruit together
when our love thrives.
Come away with me,
to the mountains of Nepal
where I’ll play the traditional drum
and make you dance in
‘नाचिदेउ मैच्यांग तिमी डम्फुको तालैमा’ (dance lady, in the rhythm of drum)
Let’s get wasted drinking the local alcohol
and make love while the Mount Everest guards for us.
Come away with me
to the islands of Hawaii,
where I’ll play the ukulele
and sing you your favourite song,
‘all of me loves all of you’
and give the whole new meaning
to the romantic sunset of Hawaii,
with our oozing passionate love.
Lie with me on the ground
and watch the starry sky.
Kiss me gently; rock my world
in the placid night.
Caress my body with your warm breathe
and
play with my hair.
Let the hearts race
with the friction of two bodies.
Untouch the tranqulity of the night,
feel the torrent of love in you,
and right then,
I shall ask you, ‘What is life, my dear?’
Tell me softly,
the words that my heart craves to hear
from your magical lips.
‘Life is Felicity.’
counting stars,
I realize
“Eternity was never too short before this.”
Fifteen years from now,
you will be a mother.
You will have a couple of kids.
You will learn to:
compromise and sacrifice.
You will be softer, kinder and stronger.
And you will also try to be harder.
Happiness will no longer be abstract.
You will be complete
and you shall look more divine.
But sweetheart, will you still be mine?
Thirty years from now,
you will have lived an era.
You will be wise and insightful.
Your children will look at you
and be inspired.
You will remember your parents
and smile a little inside.
You will have wrinkles
plus your hair will turn grey.
Those signs of ageing
will never matter, hey.
Because by then,
You will have achieved everything
and the whole world will be thine.
But love, will you still be mine?
Forty years from now,
you will have grandchildren by your side.
You will realize that heaven
is not somewhere in the sky.
You will look at those kids and
thank the almighty
for the years that passed by.
You will have nothing to regret
and every moment you’ll feel satisfied.
Kids, grand kids, laughter n love
will be your ultimate wealth
and your cloud nine.
But my dear, will you still be mine?
His speech was unequivocal
and his manifesto, sweet as honey.
No wonder everybody fell for him.
What choices did the poor people have?
Each of their previous leaders either cheated them
with their corruptness, greed and fraud
or came with the unworkable boondoggle.
Oh! What a tragedy.
They could hardly trust the old faces, the lame ducks.
They needed a change, a healthy change,
which they saw in that new leader.
They have seen their leaders trying
to smash the unity they had,
puncture the harmonious creeds
they respected of one another.
Wrong propaganda, filthy agenda,
stinking business in the name of politics,
unfulfilled vows and fight for the post to do nothing.
People were fed up with them, the shameless morons.
Tens and hundreds of parties were formed
and not even one took the leap for the people.
Wasn’t government supposed to be for the people
according to Abraham Lincoln?
Or that was limited to only USA?
Namastes, hellos and handshakes
only in the time of election were not enough.
Public needed their service every now and then.
They expected more from their leaders.
Constant declination of economic conditions,
dropping of
insecurity, unemployment, food-deficits and many more,
this is where leaders were supposed to act upon.
Sadly not one of them, had their say on these.
Only politicians’ condition went uphill, victims condition worsened.
This is why; people were searching the new face
to heal their deep cuts of their leaders’ betrayal.
And there the new ambitious one appeared,
as a glowing star at the darkest night,
making people believe that he was ready for a fight.
He was voted with the maximum votes as he kissed the victory.
People jeered the old ones and cheered their new groundbreaker.
They expected him to lead the country to the right path.
But alas! Days, weeks and months passed.
There was no any progress that the country needed.
People went to the road- boos, roars and hisses
their main weapon against their new man.
The whole country was in absolute pandemonium.
Instantly, they were lathicharged, gun-downed and jailed
by their so called new young leader, the new hope.
And right then,
they knew the future of their country was in havoc
when they saw their leader was locked in his incognito.
