Tamasha

Woh Bulayen Toh Kya Tamasha Ho
Hum Na Jayen Toh Kya Tamasha Ho

You can read the rest of this poem here

http://www.urdupoetry.com/siddiqui12.html

Superb Poetry of a Poet who died in Penury at the young age of 46.

He was born in 1928 in Ambala and died in 1974 at Lahore.

He was Muhammad Akhtar more popularly known to us as Sagar Siddiqui or simply Sagar

You can read more about him here

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saghar_Siddiqui

Here's another wonderful article on him

Saghar Siddiqui: A man, his demons and his dog

http://www.dawn.com/news/1110922

What touched me about this article is how it ended showing us how this great poet's life ended.

Here it is and I quote:

A fan of his once wrote how (in 1966) while he was driving down Lahore’s Circuit Road, the radio in his car began to play a ghazal written by Saghar.

As the fan was quietly revelling in the power of Saghar’s words, his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of a thin man with unkempt long hair and in tattered clothes walking aimlessly on the side of the road. It was Saghar.

As the world abandoned this genius, Saghar abandoned the world.

For years he could be seen walking and sleeping on the streets of Lahore, living on the food given to him by those who took him to be a beggar or a fakir.

Amazingly, he continued to write powerful poetry in spite of the fact that he could hardly utter a single coherent sentence anymore.

At times he would write brilliant poems, read them out loudly with a vacant look in his eyes, then tear the papers he’d scribbled these poems on, make a heap and set the heap on fire.

Over the years he befriended a stray dog with whom he shared whatever food that was handed to him by the shopkeepers. The dog would follow him and sleep beside him on any street corner Saghar would choose to sleep on.

After 15 years of morphine addiction, depression and living on the streets, in early 1974 Saghar was found dead in one such street corner of Lahore. Exposed to the cold winter of the city, he passed away in his sleep. He was just 46.

The dog that was with him for more than six years never left the spot where Saghar died. Finally, one year after Saghar’s death, the dog too died — almost exactly at the same spot where Saghar did.

That's my sharing for now.

Love...
Aparna

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One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life. -  Khalil Gibran

Somebody

Somebody has done an audio rendition of my poem Reflection

You can listen to it here :

http://www.poemhunter.com/i/poem_sounds/6/reflection-179.mp3

If the above Link doesn't work, you can scroll down this Page and try the audio box where it says "listen to this poem"

http://poemhunter.com/poem/reflection-179/

I've also added the Link to this Poetry Page.

http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=9436

I also wanted to mention in this Blog that some of my friends have reported a slight problem with my News Feeds of G+ Posts.

Hope you are also not experiencing the same. Here's how to resolve it.

When you click this Link of my G+ RSS

http://plusfeed.frosas.net/117466581567846877904

It will show you all the News Feeds of my G+ Posts

But if you happen to see some Grubby HTML ;-) Don't worry.

Just Refresh the Page (press F5) and all the news will be there in the right order.

Hope this helps :-)

Have a Happy Dussehra.

L and R,
Aparna

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To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong. - Joseph Chilton Pearce

Spreading

Spreading
Smiles :-)
Wherever
You go

The world
Is yours :-)
Before you
Know

(I cropped this photo from my Kochi's school banner :)







Is It Me?

Is it me
Who
Writes
On those
Sites?

Could be
Me ;-)

'Cause
Even
I don't
Know
The
Person
Who
Writes
On those
Sites ;-)

(seeing my poems on PH and Boloji and trying to know the poetess in me as it seems she's another part of me, hence reading my poems often amazes me ;-)







Realise

As the
Years
Go by
You'll
Realise
That
You
Need
Nobody
Else
Except
Yourself
To realise
Your true
Self

(Theme: Realisation)


Image + Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

You can read more Poems here

Shashi Kapoor at 76

I saw this photo the other day and felt saddened by how Shashi Ji looks now.

Old age strips you of everything - your glory, your glamour, your sunshine personality.

He has been ailing for quite some time now and I don't know if with all his ailments, he wants to live more...

Whatever his wish, let it be granted. That's my prayer for him. He has given us some very sweet memories.

Remembering those years of his dimpled smiles, gorgeous looks, superb acting and emoting skills, I decided to dedicate a playlist to his wonderful songs.

Here it is for you to view

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLAP2Wr4O1JakzISRUyz93l4oXj1xQikwD

Hope you enjoy these musical melodies.

I wish him well.

Love...
Aparna

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We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. - Orson Welles

Image © First Post

Beautiful

It's a
Beautiful
Day :-)
Today

Don't want to
Let it go away

But as all
Good things
Come to an
End, this would
Too, my dear friend

(Today was a beautiful, sunny day here in UK)





Your

Your face
Comes to me
And I smile :-)

Wish you were
Here forever...
For me to smile

(wrote this poem thinking of Kishore's hilarious songs)






Feel

I feel
Good
When I
Write to
Him

Nothing
Else
Makes
Me feel
So good

Maybe,
He's my
Shelter
And I
Seek
Refuge
In him


The above Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014
Image(c)gettyimages.com (courtesy Boloji)

Addicted

Have I told you

How good it feels

to be me, just me

when I am with you?

If I close my eyes 

Would I miss you again

Perhaps I would...

Maybe it's an addiction

but you're the drug that 

keeps me going.

Sometimes I feel wasted

I have made so many mistakes

But I keep trying, because of you

Every day there is a storm

raging inside my head

when you are not here.

And I miss you all the more...

All I want is you next to me

It feels so wonderful

I have attained my clarity

And everything is now reality

And yes I'm addicted, to you...







Shame

My day is rewarded
commensurate with a great gift
that only you can give me

It's the one that lifts me up
takes me soaring into the skies
it costs you nothing
Your smile and your laugh :)

Yet do you know
it is of immense
value to me?
So much valuable to me...

And I shall reward you
Just not to fly
but the feeling of
soaring high, high into the sky

I will ensure that your
joys will vastly
exceed your desires
and I am not exaggerating

You are my beauty
My sweetie
My honeypot
My sugarpie

I aspire to remain in your heart
You know you might think so
But I never tire of praising
Your amazing beauty, intellect and sexiness

I will keep talking
and boasting of your awesomeness
I will lift, raise your spirits
Till you ask for more :)

Then I will lie at your side
maybe at your feet, my queen
and I will shower you all
delights like you're my new bride

I will fully
and fervently pay full heed
to you, for I have fallen
even more deeply for you

I want to spend all the time
I can get, and all the time
that your highness can spare
at your comfortable bosom.

You know, when we are in
bed together,
your beauty blossoms even more
You become completely free

I have seen you open up like
never before in your life
For I am the man
Who loves and enjoys you baby

Kiss me my sweetest
Hug me tight my darling
Let us make beautiful
passionate love that will shame the Gods







Lapse

The moment 

is almost

past us

Let us not

let it escape

or lapse

The fiery flame

lit within us

the kiss of passion

Between your

red, hot

lips

This feeling

never felt

before

This romantic nuance

never known, never shown

until now

Under the moon's radiance

a glance of your pout

as the wind caresses your hair

Let our heads

tilt their unusual 

stance

Let our eyes

embrace

in the dark night sky

Let us 

embroil ourselves

in this timeless dance

Before time reboots

before things drift

away from our hearts

Let there be rhythm

of one heart

not two

Euphoric melodies

that can't be sung

by anyone other than us

These words 

are not mere lyrics

in a poem

They can be fathomed 

by only you

for it's that tune

That will never cease playing

In my heart

When I'm with you.

The above Poems © Karthik Narayan (Chennai, India)

Image(c)bhmpics.com

You can read more poems here

Eyes

Of all the eyes
That saw my
Poems,
I was looking
For your pair
Of eyes :-)

Did you see?
:-)





He Said

He said
She's one
Hell of a girl

She makes me
Feel like Hell

She said
He's one
Heaven of a man

He makes me
Yearn for heaven

:-)

(Theme: Humour)





Keep Going

Keep going
Keep going
Keep going

Don't stop

What
Not to
Stop?

The way
You keep
Arousing

Don't stop ;-)





Let Me

Let me be
Attached
To my name
In this life
For I don't
Know
What name
Will be
Given
To me
In my
Next life

:-)

(thinking of all those writers, actors, poets, singers, directors, etc who've played their part and left the earth for their heavenly abode; God knows what names they carry now in their new lives if they've again taken rebirth on this earth; for e.g. imagine someone living amongst us and looking with awe at Ghalib or Tagore or Kishore not knowing that he or she was Ghalib / Tagore / Kishore in his or her previous life :-)





Life

Life is
Too short
To hold
Grudges
They say

What about
Those grudges
Which come back
To us, never
Want to
Leave us,
Holding our
Fingers...
Like those children
Who never want to
Go away





Let Me

Let me not
Say that I
Love thee
For I'll
Pollute
The very
Word LOVE
With my
Feelings
Of possessiveness
And jealousy...





First

For the
First time
In so many
Years, I
Really
Feel like
Living...

Why?

'Cause
Death is
So near me
That I really
Feel like living

(thinking of those people who finally realise the value of life towards the fag end of their life which they've taken for granted all their life; now that they really want to live, they realise that it's a tad too late as their time on this earth has been cut short by some fatal illness)

All Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Image(c)gettyimages.com (courtesy Boloji)