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There- with the morning

March 31st, 2009

Around the corner,

next in ashes i have a dream,

Before i pass through to the golden temple,

I, standing with the golden beam.

 

Wishing and living for a better land,

land called for tomorrow,

Writing and living  for a better dream,

The dream called today.

 

Making a cry, or writing a word,

working with giants or with a bird,

Teaching a few kids,

or may be speaking with the fathers,

I want to live untill the day i have my final dream.

 

For you or for my heart to sing,

I live with you and for you,

Till and for the day,

When i will finish the dream.

……….Apurva

A smile and a hand

March 31st, 2009

 

How much can i love,

I think as much as  heart i could hold together.

How much can you love me,

I know as much as heart i could gather from you.

 

I have had my limits,

today and yesterday.

I know you will have yours’

I won’t mind, you have held with me everyday.

 

I know, i am a bit different of a kind,

May be i can’t start loving the way you need,

but i know you understand, and don’t mind it anyway.

 

We all learn, i do a bit slowly then you,

We all laugh, may be a lesser

But i still won’t stop loving you,

Hope your love  remains,

I am ready to start my changing

but i can’t untill you need me as much as i do.

……………Apurva

 

Called SLA

March 28th, 2009

Just sitting there,besides a man,
seen but unknown,
i pass against em’ all,
Knowing they know nothing of it
Know nothing of it at all.

Looking meters high,
Searching meters ahead,
sometimes kilometers high,
sometimes meters deep,
i search in em’ all,
Knowing they know nothing of it,
Know nothing of it at all.

It lies somewhere in the girl next doors,
or the one ringing a 1000 miles away,
May be in the guy i met pressing the keys,
Or the one i stand with,
making em’ fit and all,
Knowing they know nothing of it,
Know nothing of it at all.

Its just a smile and a walk,
take me out and in an heaven,
Its just a word heard one time an’ all,
May be it lies there in me,
Still look at em’ all.
Knowing they are just like me,
But maybe, maybe, knowing
Why i need a smile called you.
………………….Apurva



Sardar: We own him us/INDIA

March 25th, 2009


Sardar Patel:Man of steel: that’s what he is always called. Since my school days to college, i have heard about him. Taught about him. He has been a part of chapter in history text books. To write about my feelings: It never amounted to anything. I mean, he created india as it is right now. That’s it. I wrote my answer books, thats it. You know, the schools in my area. they never generated any feelings. Even if i ever met a radicalist. Who loved sarder vallabhbhai, could actually tell me what that mean was worth, what he did. He assembled INDIA. What’s the big deal? I never could understand. It’s normal. I never feel nothing.

I share differently now.

I have been going through African Economics recently. 

What we know about Africa?
Its a continent, several countries, They have south africa at the bottom. There was a zimbabwae cricket team. It  is really poor. There are several people who go sick in that region. AIDS has a very high impact in that region. Thers is an hero named : Nelson Mandela there.

Is this All?
Its like you are saying: there is light.

Similarities between india and africa and Sardar Patel What’s the relationship?

If there was no Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, today  INDIA  would have had been exactly what todays Africa is.

If we all today own something to this man is, then it is our sustaining as a nation. It doesn’t only mean a huge landmass, but also means the stable system, ever thougth why do we all are able to sustain together even though there are so many different languages, so many different cultures, life, thoughts, gods. Dont guess that  it was inherited, english handed it over to us, it feels like a different story.

It was  only the determination of a man termed as man of steel.

……….Apurva


There are heros!

March 25th, 2009


For Your reading please: An importent post.
http://noanee.rediffiland.com/blogs/2009/03/25/our-Indian-Heroes-1.html

…Apurva


In the hands of wind

March 22nd, 2009

मेरी कश्ती को किनारा आज नही,
लेकिन बेफिकर में भी तो नही|

खड़ा हू पाल संभाले,
जानता हूँ हवा गर्म है,
बेखबर में भी तो नही |

बेसबर हूँ, गम नहीं.
शायद बेदर्द हूँ ,
शायराने में बैठा,
बेशरम तो नही |
…………….Apurva

The Cannery Lesson

March 21st, 2009

Cru was sleeping. She must have been tired, 4 puppies to feed- not a small job. She is malnutritioned too. She must be tired of the job.

Just then the bolero came in. It always comes now and then. Brij owns the shop, he can come anytime. Its his choice. Steped out, went to  shed and took a chair. It was regular. But Cru was awake. She could smell, and she did smell something.

She wend ahead to the bolero, passing Bru. Bru was still sleeping. She went there, smelled outside, then stepped inside the bonnet, inside she went bent like rubber. Then came up, out with a prize. A dead cannery in her mouth. She did not wake her puppy sleeping, did not wait, went ahead on the road ahead, around the corner, out of sight.

Bru did wake up for a moment, did look at ht cru moving away, but stayed where he was. Then he too moved up. Went to the bolero, smelled the bonet, barked at it. Suddenly stepped back. Then moved ahead, again smelling the bonet. after a long time there, slowly moved towards the bottom of bolaro. Taking no risks, he kep on smelling the whole area. Finally finding nothing, he smelled the road, moving here and there, carefully moved ahead the road, where cru had went.

On his way towards the corner, met cru. Cru was returning back. Bru went ahead on his way towards the road, which must have smelled of food. Cru came back to her place. Did not sleep, was having larva on her tougue. But she did came back. Smile on her face. She just came back and set to a comfortable place under the shed.

…………….Apurva

 

Drafting a mind.

March 21st, 2009

Hi,

If you have read the story, Thank you for reading it. If you have not, its ok. It was not meant for you.

Its easy to be good. Isn’t it, speak lovely, talk lovely. Stay friendly. It helps, nobody touches you, who will??? Who will hit a pawn, on the other side of board if it is not needed.

What happens when you act?? Schuller writes- “you are tested”.

You are tested for fitness, for an assignment. An assignment of the level above what you show. That is why everytime you do something you move ahead in life.

Some people say- I am doing good, In the eyes of game, i am importent. Some close ones say” i am stupid”.

Just a few days back, i wrote one thing very depressing. Some one replied back. I felt hurt. I learned how can my hurt hit someone. One good thing that happened is- i am no longer able to write depressed words anymore.

I can think, i do think, but when i reach for the keys, i know the words which deserve backspace. This is called learning. I can not be depressed. I can not afford being depressed- because it hurts. In case of a man like me, it hurts importent people.

I had a visit to Dwarka, a few days back. On the day of holi, i visited several places. One did hit me most, Ruksmani temple. The story reflects sorrow, a saint punishing a lovely couple, a land,with the reason alone that he put his wife’s thirst ahead. And did not ask him first for water. I don’t know what God did with that saint.

But i do know the story does reflects a storg point in our culture. Your personnal feelings ” how strong or importent may be, have to be kept behind the one of sacred”. That is what my parents also tried to teach me. The law of master. I detaste that idea and it is scrap. I mean- you are carrying the load of the person along with the load of ruth. And you are treating the saint with what you can do. Then too if you gave  your first call to your thirsty wife. What is wrong there??

The story gives a clue the culture which has been there.

Your parent’s feelings come first, maywhat ever.

Your religion comes first, serve may whatever.

Your Pujari comes first, reason whatever.

The story when taken to general- reflects, “You are not importent, your love, freedom is not importent, your society is more importent.”

Our society has followed this feeling, since a long time, what results have come out of this?

A panchayat system, which was then taken over by imperial rule, then by collonial rule. All of them till now have reflected: a high level of exploitation. Since personnal exploitation in person, only results in power & money for a few and the benifit is also untransferable to more then a few people. It results in what???

I was depressed whole day yesterday. I had to comeback to my spirits. I remember watching a movie way back “One i have never liked too much” -The masters and commanders of the far end of the sea. I can not explain yet, but yes it has helped me to understand the difference between the first and the latter.

…………..Its hard to not to write wrong and dead words, but if you can defeat the feeling, there is a space where you will get to write better.

……………Apurva

 

 

 

 

13-14

March 15th, 2009


Written in the sand of west,It is just a 1000 away from the place of ruins,
It was smelted through drops,
moulded in the shape of dark.

Wierd, melted by the iron of hard,
lovely, toughened by the drops of salt.

Lovely, being written by the monsters,
Changed by words of unknown men.

Protection comes long after,
the peace is achieved,
Its still time of fight,
But, Love it seems,
is the best weapon of all.

…………………………..Apurva

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Letter for a knock

March 13th, 2009


Please write me a letter,

Need to know,

did my address change.

 

Not flirting at all,

Trying to learn,

if postman remembers my name.

 

Mention, i live on floor one,

For a check,

Did the neighbour knew,  who had he blamed.

 

I am doing lovely,

Need to know,

If you still  love me the same,

 

Chattering is easy

writing a letter!

an’ postin’ it,My love!

Same is no easy game.

……………Apurva