so what do I do if I am missing Papa, Ok I will write a few lines of his poem that I remember...
Neend aur nashe ke beech
kahin ek patli si gali hai
jahan
apni mutthi bhar neend
aur
chutki bhar aaram
ki khatir
mein chup chap pada rehta hun
(after this I don remember so I will continue...)
door kamron se awaaj sunte
ma akele niptati hai
sansarik pareshaniya
wah janti hai
mein aana chata hun
aur isliye nibhati hai
wah sab jo hame sath karna tay tha
mein apne ghosle mein chahta hun
uska sahas
aur uska hona
meri zindagi mein...
I guess Dad won't object to this. Amazing how much I know him, that I can even write the way he would have written. Miss you.
and I will not translate it now, cause its for me and for him that I wrote this.
12 comments:
hmmmmm
what hummm?
could you explain what u said umm...
good words...waking out of Holi
...just in case you re-read it...'sansarik' this word jerks a bit...why not make it only 'Sansar'
yah could be...
How was Holi at raigarh?
i miss my papa too :(
Holi has always been the same...but it is followed by an immeasurable grief which we cross with a euphemestic consolation to ourselves...ek saal bas bache he...
tired to guts...and still whats wrong in saying...ekechch saal baache he...
u won't beleive the other day i was telling people here, how just after holi everybody in Raigarh keeps conforming and consoling oneself, just one more year to go...
and why do they need to console themselves? i mean why not continue?
@medusa: they dont continue because they dont
or in that case...they do
and because, ekech saal bache he aau holi bar...ede be bas aa gis...
imagining balu kaka saying this.
Post a Comment