The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Monday, 24 August 2009

AVIBHAJIT AAKASH (UNDIVIDED SKY)

Avibhajit Aakash (Undivided Sky) is a poem of my Nanaji, Brahma Shankar Pandey, written in 1990. I offer my sincere apologies to post this Hindi work in Roman script. My inability to type in Hindi and my realization of linguistic and sensory limitations to do justice with feeling of words and hence the author while translating this verse, which I felt when I tried a hand on it, had left me with this option only. But I hope ‘sms’ culture would be a bit of saving grace for me as most of us, sometime, use Hindi words in Roman script for exchanging short mobile messages.

Avibhajit Aakash

Ek Acche Mitra Ki
Meri Talash
Abhi Jaari Hai

Zaahir Hai,
Woh Ek Achha Aadmi Hi
Ho Sakta Hai
Jis Jati Se Samuday Se
Aaya Ho
Mard Athva Aurat
Jaanvar Mein Bhi To Maine
Ek Achhe Aadmi Ko Paya Hai
Ise Aap Kyon Bhoolte Hain

Lekin
Yahan Par
Main Baat Karta Hoon
Aasman Ki
Yani Aakash Ki Tarah Ka Aadmi
Na Thoda Kam
Na Thodi Besi
Unchai Utni Ki
Chhuvai Na De, Kintu
Nikatata Itni Ki
Doori Naam Ki Cheez Na Rah Jaye
Hamare Beech

Meri Or Dekhiye
Mera Aakash Vidyaman Hai
Har Jagah
Har Ghadi
Himalay Jaisi Unchai Par Bhi
Aur
Patan Jaise Gart Mein Bhi
Mere Saath
Rahne Wala Aakash
Kabhi Nahi Chhodta Mujhe
Akela

Raaste Bhool Jane Par
Path-Pradarshak Sa Saamne
Khada Ho Jata Hai
Meri Viral Aakankshaon Mein
Jo Tal Bikhra Hai
Woh Usi Ka Hi To Hai

Jab Bhi,
Hamein Aavashyakata Mehsus Hui Hai
Ek Nyaypriya Sakshi Ki
Maine Use Hi Sambodhit Kiya Hai
Sakshya Mein
Logon Ka Aitbar
Mujh Par Se Uth Gaya Hai
Mujh Se Bhi Ghanishtha Woh
Mera Aitbar Ho Gaya Hai

Nih-Shwason Mein
Tumhe Najdeek Maine
Isliye Bulaya Hai
Ke Mere Hisse Ka Aakash
Tum Le Loge
Aur Apne Hisse Ka
Mujhe Chhod Doge
Ham
Ek Naye Aakash Ke Neeche
Padosi Ki Tarah Rah Lenge
Santati Priya Aakash
Kshamasheel Hota Hai

--Brahma Shankar Pandey

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