I deleted the last post because it was too repetitive.
I am sick of the same old, same old.
Fuckitall.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Post it.
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
- Pablo Neruda.
Mithye kotha bolbo na. Cinema ta dekhe uthe majhraate ektu kanna pay ar kobita likhte ichche kore. Bhari bhalo cinema.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Thoda sa dard tu, thoda sukoon.
Rehna tu
Hai Jaise tu
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda Sukoon
Rehna tu
Hai Jaise tu
Dheema Dheema jhonka
Ya phir junoon
Thoda sa resham
Tu humdam
Thoda sa khurdura
Kabhi daud ja
Ya lad ja
Ya khushboo se bhara
Tujhe badalna na chahoon
Ratti bhar bhi sanam
Bina sajawat milawat
Na jyaada na hi kam
Tuhje chaahon jaisa hai tu
Mujhe teri barish mein beegna hai ghul jana hai
Tujhe chaahon jaisa hai tu
Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna, rakh ho jana hai.
Tu zakham de agar
Marham bhi aakar tu lagaaye
Zakham mein bhi mujhko pyaar aaye
Dariya o dariya
Doobne de mujhe dariya
Doobne de mujhe dariya
Rehna tu
Hai Jaise tu
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda sukoon
Rehna tu
Hai Jaisa tu
Dheema Dheema jhonka
Ya phir junoon
Haath tham chalna hi
To dono ke daye haath sang kaise
Ek daaya hoga ek baaiya hoga
Tham le haath yeh thaam le
Chalna hai sang tham le
Rehna tu
Hai Jaisa tU
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda Sukoon
So Prasoon Joshi summed up all that I felt for my city. And then wrapped it up in a package called Rahman.
A little bit of pain. And some comfort. And I do not think I will ever be able to live, really live anywhere else. The city has devoured a part of me long since.
Also, THIS. I was directed to this by a friend. And as I was flipping through the magically still lives, I realized, once again, exactly why I am passionately, frighteningly, sickeningly in love with this polluted and congested piece of land near where the river meets the sea.
Hai Jaise tu
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda Sukoon
Rehna tu
Hai Jaise tu
Dheema Dheema jhonka
Ya phir junoon
Thoda sa resham
Tu humdam
Thoda sa khurdura
Kabhi daud ja
Ya lad ja
Ya khushboo se bhara
Tujhe badalna na chahoon
Ratti bhar bhi sanam
Bina sajawat milawat
Na jyaada na hi kam
Tuhje chaahon jaisa hai tu
Mujhe teri barish mein beegna hai ghul jana hai
Tujhe chaahon jaisa hai tu
Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna, rakh ho jana hai.
Tu zakham de agar
Marham bhi aakar tu lagaaye
Zakham mein bhi mujhko pyaar aaye
Dariya o dariya
Doobne de mujhe dariya
Doobne de mujhe dariya
Rehna tu
Hai Jaise tu
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda sukoon
Rehna tu
Hai Jaisa tu
Dheema Dheema jhonka
Ya phir junoon
Haath tham chalna hi
To dono ke daye haath sang kaise
Ek daaya hoga ek baaiya hoga
Tham le haath yeh thaam le
Chalna hai sang tham le
Rehna tu
Hai Jaisa tU
Thoda sa dard tu
Thoda Sukoon
So Prasoon Joshi summed up all that I felt for my city. And then wrapped it up in a package called Rahman.
A little bit of pain. And some comfort. And I do not think I will ever be able to live, really live anywhere else. The city has devoured a part of me long since.
Also, THIS. I was directed to this by a friend. And as I was flipping through the magically still lives, I realized, once again, exactly why I am passionately, frighteningly, sickeningly in love with this polluted and congested piece of land near where the river meets the sea.
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