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Gibran’s Love …

Posted by Ashok Bania on November 19, 2007

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

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This is for you Maa….

Posted by Ashok Bania on November 1, 2007

Mother

This is for you Maa … You know, the greatest regret I’ll have in life is not being able to compensate for all those moments when you were worried and anxious about me. I know that though I am a big boy now, I am still your little kid. But it really hurts me to see the stifled anxiety in you seeing me grown up so fast – and more so when you were not around to see the gradual transformation in me . I know that you are very curious about me but you hate to admit it and pass it off saying that I am a big boy and things are going the way they are supposed to be ….

I heard this song from Rang De Basanti a few days back where Yashoda tells Krishna -

I am anxious about you as the evening sets in; See that my vision has become hazy ….

Yashoda: Luka Chuppi bahut huyi saamne aa ja naa
Kahan kahan dhoondha tujhe
thak gayi hai ab teri maa

Aaja saanjh hui mujhe teri fikar
Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar aa ja na

 

Krishna: Kya bataoon maa kahan hoon main
Yahan udney ko mere khula aasmaan hai
Tere kisson jaisa bhola salona
jahan hain yahan sapno vala
Meri patang ho befikar udd rahi hai maa
Dor koi loote nahin beech se kaate na

Yashoda: Teri raah takey aankhiyaan
jaane kaisa kaisa hoye jiyaa

Dhire dhire aangan utre andhera, mera deep kahan
Dhalke suraj kare ishara chanda tu hai kahan
Mere chanda tu hai kahan
Luka Chuppi bahut huyi saamne aa ja naa
Kahan kahan dhoondha tujhe thak gayi hai ab teri maa

Aaja saanjh hui mujhe teri fikar
Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar aa ja na

Krishna: kaise tujhko dikhaun yahaan hai kya
Maine jharne se paani maa tod ke piya hai
Guchcha guchcha kai khwabon ka uchal ke chuwa hai
Chaaya liya bhali dhoop yahaan hai
Naya naya sa hai roop yahan
Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi
lage bin tere mujhko akela

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Sleep tonight … for you are not alone

Posted by Ashok Bania on October 17, 2007

One shoe

All you who sleep tonight

Far from the ones you love,

No hand to left or right

And emptiness above…..

 

Know that you aren’t alone

The whole world shares your tears,

Some for two nights or one,

And some for all their years.

 

~ Vikram Seth

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Epitaph on a tyrant …

Posted by Ashok Bania on June 20, 2007

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

~ W. H. Auden

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Ode …

Posted by Ashok Bania on May 16, 2007

There was a time .. I forgot what it was like .. all I can remember now is that there was a time ….

Words escaping me nowadays.. fatigue of physique as well as mind has connived to make me forget how things were like a few years before. Questions arise and answers float… have no time to catch them. This is life perhaps… it has its own mechanism of copying sorrow. I heard that average mourning time of someone’s death is 6 months. I have mourned for more than a year… tenacity I guess. But now finally nature has answered. I am forgetting … things are becoming hazy … yet there is a lump on my throat and a throb in my heart, which will never fade away ….

Here is a great poem by A.S. Byatt

Who are you?
Here on a high shelf
In webbed flask I
Hook up my folded self
Bat-leather dry.

Who were you?
The gold god goaded me
Sang shrieking sang high
His heat corroded me
Not mine his cry.

What do you see?
I saw the firmament
Steady the sky
I saw the cerement
Close Caesar’s eye.

What do you hope?
Desire is a dowsed fire
True love a lie
To a dusty shelf we aspire
I crave to die.

- “Christabel LaMotte”, AKA. A. S. Byatt
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Cat’s in the Cradle

Posted by Ashok Bania on February 19, 2007

Life turns into a full circle. Situations take different hues, meanings, lyrics and then they turn back and becomes same. A moment ago, things which irked me now became a source of amusement (well sometimes its amazement). One such thing is relationship.

A song which I always liked gives a gist of what I feel – Cat’s in the Cradle by Harry Chapin. It’s about a father rueing about not spending time with his son when he was supposed to. Now at the winter of his life, when he wants to get back to his son, his son has just turned out to be like him – he didn’t have time to spend. A small trivia – this song was not sung by Cat Stevens first. It was sung by Harry Chappin, an American singer. It was a poem written by Sandy, his wife. He sang this song when his baby was born. There were many covers for this song – Jhonny Cash, Ugly Kid Joe, Mandy Patinkin, Jack Black (Saturday Night Live) and Sarah McLaclan. One of the most inspiring videos of our time (The Ugly kid Joe version), this song has become Nothern Ireland anti-terrorism ad campaigns. Click here (RadioBlog – Cat’s in the Cradle) to listen to it.

A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.

And he was talking ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He’d say, “I’m gonna be like you, dad.
You know I’m gonna be like you.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, “Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let’s play.
Can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today,
I got a lot to do.” He said, “That’s ok.”
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I’m gonna be like him.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.

“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
“Son, I’m proud of you. Can you sit for a while?”
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
“What I’d really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then, dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind.”
He said, “I’d love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job’s a hassle, and the kid’s got the flu,
But it’s sure nice talking to you, dad.
It’s been sure nice talking to you.”
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He’d grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then, dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

So all that I want to say is – “After a while just sit back & relax, you’ll see the average line emerging out of it. That is ur life, consider that rather than wondering about why each and every point …. ” (Inspired by Kaustubh)

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To

Posted by Ashok Bania on December 12, 2006


O! I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

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Lost

Posted by Ashok Bania on October 24, 2006

“Where are
the moods that made a day
the dreams that walked a mile
the rain that drenched the soul
the coffee that brought a smile

Why are
the boundaries so far away
the rules so tough to break
the answers so cryptic
the innocent lies at stake

What are
the reasons for this mad race
the fears that we try to hide
the places that we need to find
the hopes that we leave by the side

Who are the ghosts that crowd the place?”

~ written by a very special person in my life

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Shadows of bright moon light

Posted by Ashok Bania on October 4, 2006

 

Why do you feel so conscious when you look me in the eyes…
If I have done something to you that made you feel so shy
You told me you’d always be there.. losing you is nothing to fear
Is there a reason for me to feel so insecure
May be your love for me is not so sure
Is this is not true … then ..

Why do I feel so lonely tonight
Without you in my arms
Without you by my side
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
When I look to the sky waving goodbye

Why do I feel I lose u for life
Coz…. u hide urself in the shadows of bright moonlight ….

~Vishnu

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Circle …..

Posted by Ashok Bania on September 15, 2006

Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that I
Am quite myself again.

~ excerpt from the poem “Shropshire Lad”

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I need rest too!

Posted by Ashok Bania on June 28, 2006

Image of the my Last Supper with them in IIML

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest

~ The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 21

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O God! You r the last one with me …

Posted by Ashok Bania on June 28, 2006

Peace my heart…

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

~Rabindranath Tagore

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My brother

Posted by Ashok Bania on June 23, 2006

My brother is going to London .. he will be working there for I-don’t-know-how-long. He got one of the most important and coveted jobs in the financial world. He is by far the most intelligent, compassionate and funny person I ever knew (know/will know). But a bit edgy though. He has a wide expanse of knowledge and I always had enriching conversations with him. He is my idol, my friend and my world.

I wish him all the luck … Bon Voyage Anna! I will miss you so dearly .. but then again I am very happy for you. Don’t you worry about me. I dedicate this song to you … Downtown by Petula Clark

When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go – downtown
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know – downtown
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?

The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, things’ll be great when you’re
Downtown – no finer place, for sure
Downtown – everything’s waiting for you

Don’t hang around and let your problems surround you
There are movie shows – downtown
Maybe you know some little places to go to
Where they never close – downtown
Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova
You’ll be dancing with him too before the night is over
Happy again

The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, where all the lights are bright
Downtown – waiting for you tonight
Downtown – you’re gonna be all right now

And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you
Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to
Guide them along

So maybe I’ll see you there
We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares
So go downtown, things’ll be great when you’re
Downtown – don’t wait a minute for
Downtown – everything’s waiting for you

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End of the World

Posted by Ashok Bania on May 11, 2006

Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
‘Cause you don’t love me any more

Why do the birds go on singing
Why do the stars glow above
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything’s the same as it was
I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

~ Skeeter Davis (1931 – 2004) (End of the world is the only song to be featured in the top 10 in all four Billboard charts)

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Waah Gulzar saab!

Posted by Ashok Bania on April 29, 2006

I have made an attempt to translate it in English … :)

Some things of mine with you I have left behind…
A few wet wet days of the rains …
And a night wrapped in a letter is left behind..
Blow away that night….
Return those things of mine

Autumn is really something .. isn’t it?
In Autumn, the gentle rustle of leaves falling
I wore in my ears once and came back,
The naked branch and the last leaf is still trembling…
Fell that leaf…
Return those things of mine

In one lonely umbrella, we were half wet,
Half wet and half dry … dry was what I brought back…
The ‘wet mind’ might still be lying near the bed
Send me that too….
Return those things of mine

One hundred and sixteen full moon nights and one black spot in your arm
Wet mehendi’s smell and some false tantrums
Send me everything….
Return those things of mine

Just give me one last permission…
To cremate these …
And I will sleep there too ….
And I will sleep there too ….

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You and I, then and … now?

Posted by Ashok Bania on August 5, 2005

I was reading “The Man who was Thursday” by G. K. Chesterton …. and was pretty amused by the following poem he dedicated to Edmund Clerihew Bentley… Read on …

A cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather,
Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together.
Science announced nonentity and art admired decay;
The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay;
Round us in antic order their crippled vices came —
Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame.
Like the white lock of Whistler, that lit our aimless gloom,
Men showed their own white feather as proudly as a plume.
Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung;
The world was very old indeed when you and I were young.
They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named:
Men were ashamed of honour; but we were not ashamed.
Weak if we were and foolish, not thus we failed, not thus;
When that black Baal blocked the heavens he had no hymns from us
Children we were — our forts of sand were even as weak as eve,
High as they went we piled them up to break that bitter sea.
Fools as we were in motley, all jangling and absurd,
When all church bells were silent our cap and beds were heard.

Not all unhelped we held the fort, our tiny flags unfurled;
Some giants laboured in that cloud to lift it from the world.
I find again the book we found, I feel the hour that flings
Far out of fish-shaped Paumanok some cry of cleaner things;
And the Green Carnation withered, as in forest fires that pass,
Roared in the wind of all the world ten million leaves of grass;
Or sane and sweet and sudden as a bird sings in the rain —
Truth out of Tusitala spoke and pleasure out of pain.
Yea, cool and clear and sudden as a bird sings in the grey,
Dunedin to Samoa spoke, and darkness unto day.
But we were young; we lived to see God break their bitter charms.
God and the good Republic come riding back in arms:
We have seen the City of Mansoul, even as it rocked, relieved —
Blessed are they who did not see, but being blind, believed.

This is a tale of those old fears, even of those emptied hells,
And none but you shall understand the true thing that it tells —
Of what colossal gods of shame could cow men and yet crash,
Of what huge devils hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash.
The doubts that were so plain to chase, so dreadful to withstand —
Oh, who shall understand but you; yea, who shall understand?
The doubts that drove us through the night as we two talked amain,
And day had broken on the streets e’er it broke upon the brain.
Between us, by the peace of God, such truth can now be told;
Yea, there is strength in striking root and good in growing old.
We have found common things at last and marriage and a creed,
And I may safely write it now, and you may safely read.

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