Ardhang....

Lagbhag do hazar varsh pahile Tamil Mahakavi Elangovan ne, jo aek Boudh Bhikshu bhi the, ‘Shilappdikaram’ namak maha-kavya ki rachna ki jismen manviya smbandhon, aaur prem trikon ki baat hai…purush hai Vyavsayi Kovlan, do nariyan hain Madhavi (veshya) aaur Kannagi ( Kovlan ki patni). Madhavi kalantar men mansik avsad(depression) se grasit ho jati hai. Madhavi Elangovan ko apni baat kahti hai jo isi kavya par aadharit Amrit Lal Nagar ji ke upanyas ‘Suhag Ke Nupur’ ka samapan kathya hai. Prastut kavita Madhavi ke us kathan ko abhivyakt kar rahi hai.
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Purush dambh aaur swarath ne
Papon ko kiya tha udit, Bhante !
Isi moodhta se peedit atishay
Manav ardhang tha vyathit, Bhante !

Dristi rahi aekangi nar ki
Sati ko aadar saka na de, Bhante !
Bana veshya athkhel kiye
Sukh tathapi saka na de, Bhante !

Purush swayam asthir budhi
Khata rahe jhankole ghor, Bhante !
Nyay rudan-krindan nari ashru
Agni jal parlay dway kathor, Bhante !

Kandhon Ka Sahara

Jindagi ki aapadhapi men
Daudte chalte the weh
Bina ruke
Bina thitke
Bina viram aaur vishram ke;
Akele unko hi
Dhona tha bojha jindagi ka…….

Thak gaye the jab
Hokar shaktivihin
To chalne lage the
Reng reng kar
Rook rook kar
Viram aaur vishram ke liye nahhin
Mazboori men……….
Dono hi halat men the
Ashant
Vyathit
Tanavgrast
Asurakshit……….

Magar dekho aaj
Chale ja rahe hain
Shant aaur pusrsukoon
Hokar sab chintaon se mukt;
Bilkul beparvah………….
Mila hain unhe
Kandhon ka sahara
Kahin chalne ke liye
Pahili aaur aakhri bar.

Colors of Calcutta.............

a loveful place
be it victoria memorial
be it central park
be it rabindra sarobar
or be it minto park
love blooms
love floats
a tender touch
a romantic dialogue
hopes ifuse life
smallest is beautiful
a vibrating calcutta i know.


a rebel
with tolerance
one moment
there is protest
anotrher moment
recociliation
people see the protest
react to the protest
reconciliation is lost
behind the words printed
or within the words spoken
and
Nano goes away.

a place fond of issues
out of non issues
be it a small scuffle between
a cabbie and a policeman
or bhikari paswan lost and not found
or land given for projects
or polluting autos
big sister is always found
with flamebuyont voice
and zeal to do something
for nothing
and bleeds calcutta
cries kolkata.

clerks carrying
heaps of diaries and calenders
counting their achievements
till february
still having a feel of happy new year
a bharh of sweet tea
with an antique biskit
taking time
longer than the
qantity and urge
taken together..........
as 'somayta to kat-te hobe."

a place where
nonchristians are more fond of
Christmas
can see a majority of
unseen faces in durga puja
can enjoy the site
of simayain and khazoors during Ramdan
at zakaria,park circus, khiddirpore,matiaburz.....
running mourners of moharram
shouting slogans in the way of michhil(juloos)
or a body being taken to burning ghat
the 'Haribol' is spoken
like Inqlab Zindabad...Zindabad
a real cosmopolitan
character.

the garam luchhi and dum aloo
mouth watering puchkas
the jhalmuri and ghughani with speciality
kathi rolls of nizam
biryani of royal and aminiya
lembu cha
mughlai and chop
bengali version of chinese
authentic mandarin at Tengra
poor, middle-class and rich
enjoying together
this the spirit of city of joy
can never fade...can never fade.

Paigam-e-Iztirar : Nayeda

Chhuan uski se dil ko qaraar aa gaya
Juban pe barson se ruka izehar aa gaya.

Pighali thi main tazamat-e-aaftab men
Bagban se milne koyee gulzar aa gaya.

Mire mukaddar men na thi tanhayee goya
Charagar ban shahar-e-dil-e-azar aa gaya.

Pinha kiye the mata-e-deed-o-dil ko hum
Lootne jalim kyun sare bazzar aa gaya.

Badhne lage the junoon se sukoon ke janib
Kuchh aisa hua ke paigam-e-iztirar aa gaya.

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(Qaraar= aaram Izehar=vyakt karna Tazamat=garmi
Aaftab=surya Bagban=mali Gulzar=bageecha
Mukkddar=bhagya Tanhayee=aekakipan Charagar=vaidya
Shahar-e-dil-e-azar=Dil-roopi bimar shahar Pinha=chhupaya hua
Junoon=unmad Sukoon=shanti Paigam=sandesha Iztirar=vyakulta.)

Ufane Dariya Ke Rukh.......

Kayee marhale-o-hal aab to nikalne hai
Ufane dariya ke rukh humen badlne hai.

Rakhe chalten hain kafan hatheli men
Kya fikr jo unke tewar machlane hai.

Sitam sahkar bhi muskurate hain hum
Teer kitene yun tarkash se nikalne hai.

Sach mano harf-e-mubi hai mere sapne
Khuli aankhon men yahi safar chalne hai.

Shamma ki mandagi se kyun hai taaujjub
Jalva-e-aftab bhi aakhir ko yun dhalne hai.

Har shai ko honi hai hasil apni hi surat
Hadis-e-yaar ke unwan bhi nikharne hai.

Kyun sochte rahte hain har lamhe tujhko
Is taraha kya yadon ke zakhm bharne hai.

Shuaaen lipati si kyun hai darkhaton se
Har aek janib khizan ke kasid lapakne hai.

(Mandagi=bujhna Harf-e-mubi=suraj ki tarha roshan Marhale=samasyayen
Hal=smadhan Hadis-e-yaar=Premi ki baten Shuaaen=kirane Darakht=ped
Janib=taraf Kasid=patravahak, messenger.)

Words

Most Words
Of my writings
Your Writings
Express
A split reality
Of outer.
So
The inadequacy in
Describing the
Real
Living
Inside.

Indecisive
Fear-struck
Condemning
I am
While facing
Present,
Wearing
Mask of words.

To live 'authentic'
And 'Courageous'
I have to stop
Spit words
And act what
My inner hints.

O words !
You are
Incomplete
Translation of
My feelings...........
In silence I am
What I am.

Entity

O Blue Sky !
You are just my
Imagination
An extended reflection of
My feelings...............

You have
No entity
No existence
The Sun
The Moon
The stars
Never need you

False paraise
By poets
Inflated your EGO
Giving illusion
Of your being to
The world...........

Today i am free
From your clutches
Assumed around me;
AND Here
And Now
Embracing
The truth:
The earth
Below my feet
Giving me the base,
My enity,
My existence.