Tuesday, March 30, 2010

An Interior Monologue

I wish I could tell
How hard it was to break
Soft feeling of your pearly presence
And to spill the vermin of distance
Bred out of necessity.

Though life moves on -
But sometimes, I have felt
A sweet twinge of separation bearing hard on me
To dip me into all regrets
That why I refuted a new meaning
Sprouting itself out
In the old deserts of propriety

While sitting here - Just longing
I can see you, blowing -
On the mighty currents of deep oceans
Where you can't see me hiding myself
Under the sordid surface as if
- Scared of an exotic deity.

I wish I could tell - that
Sometimes under the compulsion of clock
How every moment and every word,
Forgetting its character, comes out of lips and
Becomes stranger even to the heart itself.
How would you believe now?
Under its brashing self, was
Crawling scalded beauty!

My charred feathers, covered under
Slender smile - even then
When I assayed to fly
Heaved two deep sobs in you palm
Though constantly under some star blithe.
You drew upon me Yes!
Once I too was a flower
This solicitude melted the garb
Hence the rush of feelings...

Your Honor! from every peel of my heart
I tried to keep me at par
From various meanings of Red-
As you didn't know -
I dread -
…Basking in the sun
…Being loved by someone.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

What's it ?

What's It?
When I recall -
I regret why I recall
When I try to forget -
I regret- I can't forget.

Nostalgic face !
Engrossed - back on old roads
Or In Astro-projection
Catching a star, feeling the other self
I watch from the far -

Sometimes it seems, Seems a dull bay.
Never cleaned, never traveled again
As if a lake - still waters
a forgotten face...

Sunday, March 14, 2010

And finally the Releasing Ceremony

                 Baptism, like this, is purely inexplicable...words fail...again dilemma time and Prufrockian diffidence...Amidst such an applause,I looked at myself... and asked who I am, Prufrock was still thinking in me but somebody got the vibes and answered " A Powerful Poet"(my first compliment in the festival), She was none other than a famous Bengali Poet, MandaKranta Sen, winner of National Ananda Puruskar and. She told me that she would translate my poems into Bangla.
Yes! the news is true(though I still feel it dreamy) -Yesterday(dated 13-03-10), My book was finally released in the "North East And Northern Poetry Festival,PAU by Dr.S.S.Noor,Vice - President of Delhi Sahitya Academy.
 Dr.Sylvanus Lamare, (a Great Scholar as well as a writer of many books on Khasi culture) was the first person to buy a copy of my book.. thanks a ton :). Sir! If ever you again, by chance, stumble upon my blog, Please, leave some comments.I will feel honored.
And to my Mamaji, Swarnjit Savi, a Great poet and Painter...

"Mamaji, I wish I had some words with which I could express my sense of gratitude,indebtedness as well as my happiness for Support you provided me right from the day One...I am proud to be your Niece."

Then, My Family that supported me every Moment of my life,bore everything so patiently with me... I love you all! 
And Finally, my Muse and the Inspiration who made me a poet ..

"Wah e diwangi -e-shonk, ke har dam mujhko
Aap jana Udhar, or Aap hi hairan hona "

Yeah, Still a reluctant poet, 
Navdeep Sihra

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Tower Of Babel

I have words that mean nothing to them
They have sweet sounds,I understand not.
Something is slipping underneath - "Oh!Our Feet -"
And heavey lash of wind and rain from above
Yes,I am one among this human lot.

They are Others who were on the Ship
Their eyes being turned inside -
"Is there anyone Listening to me?"
"What is scratching my back?"
"Oh mind! Unbearable !!"

Flood divided us.By chance are divided
As identified and unidentified, here!
We are all unidentified
All are Unidentified.
Is the ship Empty ?

This thunder and contaminated sky -
Are we dying or left behind ?
....again clutch at the Tower side,
Like Mulching leaves,abusing
Vacuumed words - meaning denied.

Among us attack
Among us die ; Among try to decode
and send proofs; among us allege and denied
Yet we don't understand what we do
we are a game or a part of game
                    ...I don't know.

This little device in our hands
Connects us to our small gods
A voice from it says -
"Sweet was the rose - I know,
But try to understand ...
No No...I ..never ...just ...Oh No !!"

You know ! Once I walked alone in the garden
Some voice made me look back
No One -
Certainly none was there.
But said my own self -
"It was I to befool you,Fool !"

It was erected to save -
Or to be saved,THe Flood will decide.
What I know is -
"Oh don't touch me, small man !"
"You are dirty!"

Have they gone ?
Far ! out of sight !!
MInd cleaves through darkness
But still reaches nowhere
A breach at heart ...
"Is there anyone listening to me ?
To bring me inside...
Oh ! I am Cursed !"

Aye !
We are not Oedipus metamorphosed and Blind -
Groping for a place unknown
And Compromising between Heaven and Hell!
Paradise is lost forever -
Hell dwells in our minds
And eternally we are here-
             With our Tower of Babel.