The Poetry Section

 

" Maine pucha chaand se ki dekha hai kahin mere yaar sa haseen .....

 Chaand ne kaha......
   ..........Ullu ke patthe ..... itni upar se dikhta hai kya koi????"


                                              --  Ustad Jammy
 		  

 

Here's a place where all you sensitive folks can express your deepest emotions, vent out your bottled frustrations or share some well meaning advice through this wonderful world of poetry. Or of course, you can show everyone that you've managed to put together some random sentences that actually rhyme !!

The rhymes we have collected this time include:

THE POTTER'S DURGA
by
Aparna Rao

I carved it out of my many dreams,
It was my worthiest creation.
It grew beautiful with every molding
and I reveled in the modeling.

I gently twisted and turned the clay
till it grew more expressive each day.
I added the many tiny touches
and myriad colors to my brushes.

I grew obsessed with my possession
that had begun to possess me.
I never ceased to add more and more
and I never ceased to adore.

One day, I decided to bring it to life,
so she could inspire me forever.
But, it was a Goddess and not real,
They warned me my dream was unreal!

I anguished through the nine nights,
Or, were they nine long years?
I let go and I clung and again let go,
Till I was consumed by my fears.

Then, in a fit of bleak desperation
breaking through all the bondage,
I carried my Goddess to the ocean
and immersed the idol into oblivion.

THE SEEKER
by
Aparna Rao

I entered with a pained heart
as my soul clouded with despair,
and my racing thoughts sought silence.

I took a look at the flower bedecked image
and was overpowered by its beauty.
I absorbed the pervading incense
and listened to the holy chants
as I stood before the idol.
The mumbling priest came with his silver platter
and extended the flame,
I reached out for the warmth…
imbibed the holy water with my parched lips,
donned the vermillion on my forehead,
and tucked the flowers into my hair,
like a warrior donning his armor
against the raging world.

I walked around the nine posterns of fate,
but skeptic still,
unable to unlearn years of education
never questioned.
I settled on the temple’s steps,
reminiscing and reflecting…
and stepped out into the world
consoled and calm,
knowing I could always come back again.

FOUR PARATHAS
by
Anshuman Roy

She stands in front of my house,
In a petticoat and a tattered blouse,
And shouts - "Give me four, give me more
I ask for little from your store,
I ask not for gold, or for land in kathas,
All I ask for is four parathas."

"But parathas they should be, for rotis are dry
They leave me all thirsty, they leave me all wry
O Lords of the land, the makers of law
May all your dreams come true, the best ones you saw."

Two goons rush from my house, with sticks in hand
And threaten to bury her soul in the sand.
She just laughs and says while she cackles,
"I have no soul, you souls in shackles."

And drifts away from my house,
In a petticoat and a tattered blouse,
To ask not for gold, or for land in kathas
But for a meal of four parathas.

AMITABH BACHCHAN
by
Sachin Mittal

The tall and lanky entered the cine,
And triggered the length of the box office line.

He redefined stardom,
And wielded himself into superstardom.

His voice was tough and his outlook rough,
The angry young man made the villain cough.

For he fought for the right,
Sometimes as a knight or else did robinhood fight.

Be it Deewar, Sholay or Hum,
Or as Sharabi after rum,

He was always bright,
And made the sequence light.

His acting potential was immense,
Whether in comedy or when tense.

He got the Padmashree,
For he watered the cultural tree.

His films were full of pun,
Because he is none other than the great AMITABH BACHCHAN