Mihir Jaiswal's Blog, page 5

The Eye of a Hurricane

Rain bands, storm surge, inundated streets
Miles and miles of clouds in sheering winds
A moment of calm for heavy lashing of rain
Waiting for respite in the eye of a hurricane
Ups and downs are patterned ebbs and flow
Strong and weak hurricanes come and go
Respite in the eye or longer calm between two
Life goes on in every storm when hopes renew

I Give Life a Chance

Everyday every reason to die, a thought of you and I give life a chance.
Grey clouds and gloomy sky, a tiny ray from you and I give rainbow a chance.
Scentless petals of every flower, a rose from you and I give fragrance a chance.
Every sound lost in noises, a song from you and I give sweet melody a chance.
Artificial sweeteners in manufactured food, a honey-drop from you and I give sugar a chance.
Apathetic, numb and dead inside, a memory of you and I give empathy a chance.
I don’t feel any of my breaths, I will feel my last breath with you in it, but I won’t be able to give life a chance.

મારા જીવનનો વિલાપ

એક કુશળ અને આકર્ષક જાદુગરની જેમ
તે એક પછી એક નવા અજુબા બતાવ્યા
સરવાળા અને ગુણાકારના કેવા કેવા વ્હેમ
ઊંચી ઇમારતોમાંથી રેતીના ઢેર બનાવ્યા
હથિયાર અને બારુદ સાથે વર્ષો વિતાવ્યા
યુદ્ધના વિનાશ કે પુનઃ નિર્માણનો સમય
મારા ભાઈબંધુઓને મેં બંનેમાં ગુમાવ્યા
સુખ અને દુખમાં સંતુલનનો નિશ્ર્ચય
મારા જીવનની દરેક ક્ષણમાં હતો ભય

એક પછી એક મિત્રોના નામ ભુલાયા
જ્યારે જ્યારે પરિવારજનોની ઘટ પડી
એ શોક-વ્યથામાં પારકા પોતાના બન્યાં
સગાવ્હાલાઓએ સંભાળી દરેક ઘડી
આગાહી વગર વરસી મોતની કડી
ચબુતરાના પક્ષીઓએ મને હસાવ્યો
મારી સાથે બધી ચકલીઓ પણ રડી
સર્વનાષ પછી સર્જનનો સમય આવ્યો
મારા જીવનમાં વિચ્છેદનો વંટોળ વાયો

લાગણીનો મહેરામણ, નિરાશાની ગાગર
ઊંઘનો અભાવ અને છૂટી ગયેલો પ્રેમ
યુદ્ધ શ્રેત્રમાં હતો તકલીફનો મહાસાગર
છતાં હું જીવ્યો જીવન મારુ હેમખેમ
પાછી લાવું એ સમજણ કરીને કેમ?
ગુમાવી મારા સમાજે જે તોપમારામાં
નવા તહેવારો ઉજવ્યાં અમે જેમ તેમ
મણકાથી માળા જોડવાની ખુશી ચહેરામાં
મારા જીવનનો આનંદ હતો જીવવામાં

ના પોતાના બચ્યા છે કે ના પારકા
આજે હું મરણશય્યા ઉપર ઊંધું છું
અચાનક તો નહીં જવું હું દ્વારકા
પાછળ રડવાવાળી આંખો શોધું છું
આ દુનિયા છોડવા માટે તૈયાર છું
યુદ્ધ, શાંતિ, વિનાશ કે પુનઃનિર્માણ
દરેક ઉતારચઢાવનો આભારી છું
આ મારો વિલાપ છે મારું લાખાણ
મારા જીવનનો આજે છે નિર્વાણ

Uninvited Guests

Blue sky, pleasant breeze, warm water, white sand
An RV, a tent, bright sunshine, and a jovial breakfast
I, my family, and the nature are the ensemble cast
Relax, fun, relieved, serene, all stress was banned

Doughy smell, empty stomach, how a pancake tastes
Ocean in front, woods in back, miles of wilderness
Wonder of thunder or a surprise to curb the happiness
In the wild beach, where do we get uninvited guests?

No invitation, no notification, no time, no date
Guests arrive unplanned with unlimited zest
To raid our breakfast come wild horses in a pair

Every time the pair raids we run at rapid rate
Their raids become common, familiarity I detest
I can identify their gender by looking at their hair

Quiet and Volcanic

I see my inside. The arguments, the struggle, the raucous noise, the fight, and mix of all perturbed feelings. My inner eyes are open. My inner eyes are alert. My crowded obstreperous inside does not leave any energy for outer world. I am quiet.
I don’t see outside. The world is a big black void. Serene, calm, quiet, constant. My eyes are blind or my eyes are closed. The constant outside creates vortex inside. Is the tranquil outside a sign of halcyon? Is the serenity misleading? Is the calm real? The questions perturb my inside. I am volcanic.
Morning, evening, night, noon. I am quiet and volcanic.
Summer, autumn, winter, monsoon. I am quiet and volcanic.
Rain, thunder, snow, balmy. I am quiet and volcanic.
I am always quiet. I am always volcanic.

A Vegan Lion

A zoo-lion got lost in a jungle, there started the story of vegan
With no free food in the jungle, he was hungry, was he vegan?
His friend was a deer, he could not kill deer’s cousins, he was turning vegan
One deer, two deers, all deers were same, they were vegan
The ease and access were gone, can he stay vegan?
The word spread around the jungle, he became a famous vegan
For days animals brought him different vegan food, he showed his pseudo love for vegan

Weeks passed, attention dipped, he was getting tired of being vegan
He became depressed, lost some strength, he could not be vegan
His love for his friend deer, ease of access and attention kept him vegan
His friend was away, ease was gone and the attention was short-lived, he could not stay vegan
He looked for an excuse to get off the train of vegan
Instead of deer he could kill mule and he does not have to stay vegan
He killed a mule to celebrate his life after being a vegan

નીરસતાની વિશાળતા

વિશાળ ખાલી જગ્યામાં દૂર દૂર સુધી કોઈ અવરોધ નથી
જો મારામાં અભૂતપૂર્વ શક્તિ હોય તો હું શું ન કરી શકું
ઊંઘું, દોડું, ખાવું, પીવું, નાચવું, વાંચવું, અને ફરી ઊંઘવું
કાળી ધોળી રંગ આકાર વિનાની જમીન પર હું ક્યાં કુદું?
આ એકરંગી નિરસ દુનિયામાંથી હું બહાર કઈ રીતે કુદું?
ફરી વાર ઊંઘું, દોડું, ખાવું, પીવું, નાચવું, વાંચવું, ઊંઘવું
આ ભાખેલ ખાલીપામાં મારી શક્તિની કિંમત કરી શકું
આ નીરસતાની વિશાળતામાં બદલાવની શક્યતા નથી

કડકડતી ઠંડીમાં દોડતા સ્વેટર, મોજા અને બુધિયા ટોપી
એક જ ઘાટનો દરેક વ્યકિત અસતિત્વનો નથી માલિક
કાળઝાળ ગરમીના ડરમાં, વરસાદના ચહલાદક આનંદમાં
સવાર સાંજની દોડમાં ખોવાયેલ છે જીવનની રચના
રોજીંદી દિનચર્યામાં અટકેલ જીવનની આ જ છે રચના
માહિનાઓ, વર્ષો, પોઢીઓ ખોવાઈ દિવસના આનંદમાં
આપણેજ આપણા ગુલામ, આપણેજ આપણા માલિક
પોતાની જ અસમર્થતાથી આપણે આપણણે આપી ટોપી

A Mirror - Astonishingly Dull Actor

The world is a stage and a mirror is astonishingly dull actor
No expression, no attitude, no charm, no superstar factor
Standing in the corner, not flinching, continuing normal act
No change in costume, no makeup, what’s there to react

It was bored, I was bored, brought it home to quench my aloof
A mimic it was, brilliantly reflected my mood, in lies the proof
Reciprocated my anger silently, a stare back to my aimless stare
Out of loneliness came companionship, we were the perfect pair

I was the perfect actor on the stage of world until I was normal
I fell for you, replaced the mirror with your photo and I was abnormal
I kept talking to you, poured my emotions, you were not the mirror
Unresponsive you were, the meaning of loneliness became clearer

The world is a stage and I am an astonishingly dull actor
I could not play my part well, I failed to live up to my character
I was lonely, but not this much, the mirror was lonely, but not this much
Our pair was broken by your charm, we were content as such

Your Ghazals

The day I saw her, I came home and listened to your ghazals
I fell in love instantly, whether that was her or your ghazals
She smiled at me for the first time and I listened to your ghazals
Gathering courage I talked to her and then listened to your ghazals
Every evening I spent with her, I came home and listened to your ghazals
Writing every shayari for her, I was influenced by your ghazals
Her every love letter I read, I exhilarated and listened to your ghazals
We grew up and attraction waned, I continued listening to your ghazals
The day she left me, I cried but listened to your ghazals
I was depressed and in the dumps, my only companion were your ghazals
In my sorrows and in her memories, present were always your ghazals
When she left me, I had your ghazals
Now that you left the world, I have your ghazals

Your Eyes

Turbulent times in turbulent world
Looking in your deep black eyes
Mountains moved and clouds swirled
Empathy in your soul survives

When you are happy, I look in your eyes
When you get angry, I look in your eyes
When you are patient, I look in your eyes
When you get sad, I look in your eyes

Happy, angry, patient or sad
Your soul stays pure and glad
Through your eyes into your soul
I see the same love for my heart to enroll