Aimless Traveller

Elina

Almost gypsy like they travel,
Just enough time to relax the fatigued joints
And sooth the cries of the churning stomach,
They rest awhile
To start again.

Beaming through the night,
The headlights tearing the darkness,
Flashes and flickers of a sleepy hamlet
Nestled amongst the undulating hills,
The sole witness to their march,
The whirring wheels seldom.screech to a halt.

The clamour of their voices,
The childish fights of the newly weds,
Their only companion.
They wave goodbye to
The solitary farmer, caressing his first produce,
The goatherd struggling to chastise his flock,
The lone buffalo sunbathing,
The troop of monkeys running amock .

Day and night jostle to
Attract their attention,
Yet they zoom ahead in gay abandon,
Unaware and unconcerned
Creating their own rhythm
Weaving stories as they move..

Elina

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The Conflict…

Elina

I savour the scenery,
The seemingly placid lake,
The interplay of sunbeams on bluish green surface,
An occasional ripple,
As the breeze passes over surreptitiously,
My eyes straining to scan,
What lies underneath,
I skip the rythm of a heartbeat,
Is it a mirage or a vision,
Something lurking beneath,
A magar ( crocodile )?
Venturing beyond the adjoining sanctuary,
Or is it ?
Just a water snake,
Harmless without it’s venom.

My eyes wander ,
To the bank,
Little bare bodies diving with glee,
Splashing in gay abandon,
Do they not know the perils,
Of Trespassing into the unknown,
Carefree and oblivious,
They soak the summer sun,
Just the wizened skin , shielding their throbbing hearts,
or, are they aware
Of the imminent danger,
Yet, are
Ready to confront the stealthy pace,
Of the primordial reptile,
Probably reconciled to ,
The perennial question of
Life and Death,
They gamble with risk.

…..

I try with bated breath,
To savour again,
The scenic beauty,.
The beauty of life overpowering,
the jaws of fear..

 

Inspired by a photo feature on man reptile conflict in the waters of Parbati, a tributary of Chambal .. featured in The Hindu, Oct 8th 2017..    

Elina

 

Dussehra 2017…the day after

Elina

When the glittering lights fade,
And the drums go silent,
The sonorous laughters no longer reverberate,
The eateries are not thronged,
Its traffic as usual
The police man stands lone on his pedestal,
The tapestries are off
And the shaminanas dismantled,
The trinket sellers wrap their wares ,
And the entourage has receded,

That’s the moment of truth,
Its back to the mundane,
The festivities were momentary, ?

No, says the heart,
It’s just a cycle .
The seasons are fluid,
They shall pass ,
Autumn will return
The fervour is constant,
She will return ,
To grace the deserted grounds,
And transform the routine to
An adventure.
Yet again ,
The festivities will rekindle
The life..

Elina

त्रिशंकु हे…

Elina

त्रिशंकु हैं हर इक इंसान,
कोई झूलता हे,
अनगिनत आकांक्ष्यों के बीच
और कुुुछ गोतेे खाते रहते हैं ,
धुप छाव के पारावार में।

इस उधेड़बुन में,
खो जाती है अपनी ही परछाई,
कि सांझ का साथ हे ज्यादा प्यारी
या सुबह की हलकी सर्दी सुहावनी।

रंगीन सपनों का
इंतज़ार रहती हे, उलझी हुई आँखों को,
और सपनों को भी,रहती है आस
कि
नींन्द न खुले , न हो सुबह
सुकून से वह भी
सो सके कुछ देर और
पलकों को सहलाकर।

जागृत और सुप्त
ऐसी है आस,
डोलती है जीवन,
त्रिशंकु सी,
आशा और निराशा
के बीच।

Elina’s Application…for entry into DMS92

Elina

Why should I be let in ….

I was ordained to write
A note, rather an application,
To get inducted,
To be let in.,
Into the gates of Friendship,
Into the fraternity of a glorious childhood
Which was lost.
A lost opportunity
To…
Compete and fight,
Have been loved,
Have held hands of friends,
And walked to school,
Have endless chats on
Crushes and first loves,
Have been punished for
Harmless pranks,
Have made the school proud,
Of my quaint achievements,
Have engaged in intense Debates..
And the list seems endless..
I seldom seek approval,
But today I seek,
Your permission to
Celebrate with you
The Joy of Friendship.
I deserve an entry,
For though I have been away,
I have always dreamt and
Hung on to a.Hope
Of.
Meeting and sharing those lost moments,
For I have dreamt countless times
Of,
the parakeets on the Kara manga Tree,
The rocky terrain surrounding the hallowed walls,
The library where I read my first Enid Blyton,
The school annual functions,
The white and maroon uniform,
And
As I have a second chance today
To live it all,
I will not be left.behind.
Hence I write , the only way I know
The poetic mode,
Asking You, O the Monitor,,
To Let me In…..

.. Elina…..

Rath Yatra – 2017

rath-yatra

You are born again,
I dare not say Reborn.
As you are existence itself,
The life blood that permeates,
The Creation.
Which is permanent in its impermanence.

We wait for you to emerge,
From your self imposed confinement;
Hoping you have recuperated,

Your toothless smile,
And your wide eyed visage,
A glimpse of your innocent face,
Is what we long to witness.

Hasten it, my dear Lord
Emerge and let us merge…              Elina

 

 

Sasmita-Poem-RathYatra

Sasmita

Maa ki aanchal

Elina

Meri beti kehti hai
Maa tumhara Aanchal
Kahan hai..
Jispe lipte mein so sakun
Sookon ki neend.
Kabhi kabhi uski nadaan sawalon
Ka nahin de patii hoon zawab..
Usko kya samjhaaoon mein.
Ki zawab to khudh hi dhoondti hoon mein.
..
Kyon Aisa hai ki meri Maan ki Aanchal ki khusboo
Hai alag aur Nirali.
Sardi ki Dhoop mein sukhi hui
Woh Patli sooot ki Saadi..
Narm Hoti jaati hain dhalte mausam ke saath
Par
Jab bhi mein unme lipatna chahoon.
Samet leti hain mujhe us Anjaan si
Khusboo mein
Saanjh ke diye ki tarah
Jhapjhapati hui
Meri antaratmaa Ko trupt karti hui.

Beti meri…Kabhi tu bhi tatolegi
In beparast sawalon ke zawab
Aur dhoond hi legi Apne sawalon ke zawab.