Mihir Jaiswal's Blog, page 6

હું વિરોધ કેમ કરું છું?

હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે મને ડર છે. મને ડર છે બદલાવથી. મને ડર છે હારવાનો. મને ડર છે એમનો.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે મને નફરત છે. મને નફરત છે બદલાવથી. મને નફરત છે હારથી. મને નફરત છે એમનાથી.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે મને આદત છે. મને આદત છે વિરોધની દિનચર્યાની. મને આદત છે એમના તરફ તિરસ્કારની.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે હું તાલીમબધ્ધ છું. મને તાલીમ મળી છે એમની સામે પડવાની.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે મને સ્વીકૃતિ મળે છે. મારા મિત્રો મને સ્વિકારે છે જ્યારે હું એમની ધ્રુણા કરું છું.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું માન્યતાઓના આધારે. હું ક્યાં એમને જાણુ છું?
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કોઈકના કહેવાથી. પ્રતિકાર તો મારે એમનો કરવો જ પડે.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે હું નબળો છું. મારામાં શક્તિ નથી એમને બદલવાની.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું કારણ કે હું એક પ્યાદો છું એટલે નહીં કે મારામાં સામર્થ્ય છે.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું એક યોજનાના ભાગ રૂપે. મારા અભિપ્રાયો બનાવવામાં આવ્યા છે એમની સામે.
હું વિરોધ કરું છું વિરોધ કરવા ખાતર. વિરોધ કરવા ખાતર કરેલો વિરોધ એમને ધ્રુજાવી દેશે.

એક દિવસ હું એમનું રૂપ લઈને એમને સમજવા માટે એમનામાં ભળી ગયો.
એમની પાસે પણ એક વાર્તા હતી. એમનો ઇતિહાસ એમને ડરાવતો ગયો.
એમના ઘા રુઝાયા ન હતા. એમને આખી દુનિયા પર અવિશ્વાસ હતો.
એમણે બળ ભેગું કર્યું હતું. એમને વિરોધની તાલીમનો આભાસ ન હતો..
એમને પણ મારો ડર હતો પણ એમણે વિરોધનો વિકલ્પ નતો રાખ્યો.
એ મને દબાવવામાં સાચા હતા કે હું એમના તરફની નફરતમાં સાચો હતો?
એમના ઘા જોયા પછી મને એમના તરફ સહાનુભૂતિ થઈ હતી.
હવે હું એમને મિત્ર બનાવું, એમની અવગણના કરું કે એમનો વિરોધ કરું?
હું સાચો છું, એ સાચા છે. મારી સમજણ ક્યાં ગાયબ થઈ ગઈ હતી?
હું એમને પ્રેમ નથી કરતો. હું એમને નફરત કરી નથી શકતો. હું એમને શું જણાવું?
શું હું સમજદાર વ્યક્તિ બનીને મારા મિત્રો ગુમાવું?
આદત, તાલીમ, નબળાઈ, નફરત, ડર, માન્યતા, યોજના. હું એમને મારો વિરોધ કઈ રીતે સમજાવું?
હું મારી દુનિયામાં જ ઠીક હતો. હું એક પ્યાદો બનીને જ ખુશ હતો. મેં મારી અસમજણમાં એમનો વિરોધ કર્યો રાખ્યો હોત અને એમના વિરોધમાં જીવનનો લુત્ફ લીધે રાખ્યો હોત.

Today is My Birthday

Sun is shining, birds are chirping, why are you so sad?
How can you forget? Why are you still in your bed?
Really? What did I forget? It is too early to go to work.
Oh! You frustrate me so much. Where is my perk?

Eat your breakfast, paapaa. Why are you sulking?
Dad, you don’t remember. You are no more a king.
What is there to remember papa? Is today special?
Today is my birthday. To remember this day is essential.

You fell into my trap. I brought you a nice dress.
Really? You did not forget. Where is my new dress?
Right here. A new design. A new fashion. It has color green.
The color of envy and the color of jealousy. I hate color green.

Come on, paapaa. Eat your lunch. You are still unhappy.
You only brought me a green dress and you are happy!
I did not forget your special day. Isn’t that enough?
You are the worst. My this year’s birthday is very rough.

Come with me daughter. I have a surprise for you.
Really? I have a big grin. Or is it another green dress from you?
I have a room full of red. Red cake, red balloons and ribbons are red.
I am jumping with joy, dad. Even my friends are wearing red.

And here’s your real gift, a red dress. Paapaa, are you happy?
Oh! You are the best. You are king. Daddy, I am very happy.

ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર

વાદળોના પડદા જમીનને અડ્યા અને સુર્યના કિરણો એને ચીરતા આવ્યા
ક્ષિતિજની સોનેરી રંગછટાના પડછાયાથી કાદવ અને રેતના પથ્થરો ઝગમગ્યા
લાલ, કથ્થ‌ઈ, લીલા અને ભૂખરા રંગોની જમીનના સ્તરો જાદુઈ બન્યા
ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર સાતેય રંગથી મઢેલ નવી દુનિયાના દરવાજા ખુલ્યા

લાંબી ગોકળગાય પાણીમાં તરી, વિશાળ પક્ષીઓ આકાશમાં ઉડ્યા
ગામ જેટલી પહોળી નદીઓમાં પાણીના તોફાની વમળો ચડ્યા
ડાઇનોસોર ના વિનાષ બાદ એમના અશ્મિભૂત અવશેષો બન્યા
ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર સાતેય રંગથી મઢેલ નવી દુનિયાના દરવાજા ખુલ્યા

મકાઇ અને કઠોળની ખેતી, જંગલી જાનવરોના શિકારથી પેટ ભર્યા
જમીનની નીચે અને ગુફાની અંદર એક નવા સમાજના એંધાણ થયા
યુદ્ધ, રોગચાળો અને દુષ્કાળથી એ સમાજના શુરવીર ના બચી શક્યા
ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર સાતેય રંગથી મઢેલ નવી દુનિયાના દરવાજા ખુલ્યા

વાતાવરણના બદલાવ, વાદળોની અછત, નદીઓના વહેણ બદલાયા
રણપ્રદેશ વિસ્તર્યો અને સંસ્કૃતિઓ ભુસાઈ, શાંતિના શણગાર સજ્યા
દુર્ગમ પ્રદેશના કઠીન જીવનમાં માત્ર કેટલાક પશુ-પક્ષી-છોડ બચ્યા
ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર સાતેય રંગથી મઢેલ નવી દુનિયાના દરવાજા ખુલ્યા

આધુનિક જગતના નિયમો સાથે ઔદ્યોગિક સાધનો છેવટે પહોંચ્યા
ખનીજોનું ખોદકામ અને પથ્થરોની ખાણના ઉત્પાદન વધતા ગયા
નફાની લાલસાના પાલવે આગગાડી, રસ્તાઓ અને શહેરો બન્યા
ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર સાતેય રંગથી મઢેલ નવી દુનિયાના દરવાજા ખુલ્યા

આજે આ જમીન પર હુ ઊભો જ્યાં ઇનિહાસે કેટલાય પાઠ લખ્યા
સદીઓની વાતો, સભ્યતાઓનું ગોરવ રેતી પર લખેલ શબ્દો નીકળ્યા
પર્યટનનું આકર્ષણ અને પ્રવાસીઓના મનોરંજનના પ્રકરણ જ બચ્યા
ઈન્દ્રધનુષને પેલે પાર સાતેય રંગથી મઢેલ નવી દુનિયાના દરવાજા ખુલ્યા

My Mother Has Me Mesmerized

Please ruminate while I illuminate
The customs of the world incriminate
For award to rise above the stereotypes
With pride, my mother I nominate

My support, my teacher, my idol
Growing up her influence was vital
Feminism, she embodies in herself
My mother’s prowess is still a riddle

She resisted but never compromised
With her responsibilities she always complied
Loved her career and cared for family
Balancing life, my mother has me mesmerized

The Summer I Want

Scorching heat in shining Sun
Hot surface, feet would burn
No school and no homework
Sleeping late is a summer’s perk
All the time to play all day
Friends aplenty Sunday or Monday
Eat favorite food and grow more
Summer camps are a folklore
Never want to go home
Playing till aches in every bone
That’s the summer I had
That’s the summer I want

The Story of What-ifs

A pronoun and a conjunction come together to make a supposition
Aspirations, fantasies, regrets or is my position just a superstition?
My fickle mind’s insecurities can be told in the story of what-ifs
To preserve them all for future I should create scores of hieroglyphs
While I was chasing her I was full of hope, nervousness and aspiration
What if I call her now, what if I gift her that, all the ways to get her attention

Nervousness turned to exhilaration and aspiration became fantasy
What if I call her now, what if I gift her that, the same suppositions were my fallacies
The day came when we separated, and the mind was overtaken by regret
What if I had called her then, what if I had gifted her that, I got myself in a fret
The science of what-ifs is an art and the art of what-ifs is a science
Aspirations, fantasies, regrets are not different for the subconscious
Manifestations of our tiny pool of knowledge are all the what-ifs
The possibilities of unaware minds are all the what-ifs
Neither situations nor emotions decide any of the what-ifs
Life changes, challenges differ, stay the same all the what-ifs
The universe of ignorance is unavailable to all the what-ifs
The infinite other possibilities stay inaccessible to all the what-ifs.

Portal into a World UnknownHistory, and ease of access make Utah the land of wonders in the country....

Portal into a World Unknown

History, and ease of access make Utah the land of wonders in the country. Countless state parks, monuments, protected lands, national forests, and five incredible national parks in Utah provide endless opportunities to experience the enchantment. Today’s article is about one such small state park near Moab in eastern Utah: dead horse point state park. Just miles away from popular Arches National Park, dead horse point does not get as much love as the National Park.

I was visiting eastern Utah and asked a local friend for suggestions. She strongly recommended dead horse point state park. More like, she pushed me to visit it with a promise that the park is just one straight road that would not take long to cover. Upon arriving in Moab, I first made my way towards the state park to validate the hype. As I went deeper and deeper into the park, it became more and more fascinating. The canyon view at the end of the road was spectacular. Before the land was protected, mining was rampant in the area. Old miners’ dirt roads were recreational off-road trails. From the top, the route was clearly visible. Sandstones, grey hues, shale, and mud with red, brown, green colors and multiple geographical layers filled the landscape from the vista point.

A freakish desert storm soon started to develop. I could see the clouds emerging from horizons and swiftly moving towards me. The sand from sandstone was rising and decreasing the visibility with every second. A giant rainbow emerged stretching from left horizon to right engulfing the entire view into it, probably the size of Silver Spring. After multiple attempts with different angles, I gave up on capturing the entire rainbow in one picture. It was getting real dark and we could smell the moisture in the air. With time to leave and get out of the storm, the last look at the clouds I noticed something weird. The clouds were vertical. Vertical clouds and late evening Sunrays penetrating through them was a sight I would remember forever. While driving out of the park, I was caught in the middle of the storm with vertical cloud curtains all around me and sunlight passing through it being converted into ferrous red. The hype was justified.

Dead Horse Point State Park has preserved millennia worth of history in its geological layers. Dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures roamed the area as evident by fossils found. Pre-Columbian Native American tribes had an advanced society in the region. Subsequently, the climate changed and fertile land became a harsh desert with scarce resources. People and animals moved away. Europeans arrived and they systematically wiped out the remaining Native tribes. Large-scale mining for uranium and other metals boomed for decades. Lately, the land was converted to protected land to be enjoyed by the public for sightseeing, education, camping, and related activities.

I saw the rainbow as a portal to all those that have been lost in that area from dinosaurs to ancient tribal cultures to mining. That prompted me to write a poem about it. The poem is the title poem of my new book: Portal into a World Unknown. Visit this place to enjoy the awe-inspiring landscape and you might get lucky to witness freakish storms with vertical clouds.

Portal into a World Unknown

Accessibility, history, and ease of access make Utah the land of wonders in the country. Countless state parks, monuments, protected lands, national forests, and five incredible national parks in Utah provide endless opportunities to experience the enchantment. Today’s article is about one such small state park near Moab in eastern Utah: dead horse point state park. Just miles away from popular Arches National Park, dead horse point does not get as much love as the National Park.

I was visiting eastern Utah and asked a local friend for suggestions. She strongly recommended dead horse point state park. More like, she pushed me to visit it with a promise that the park is just one straight road that would not take long to cover. Upon arriving in Moab, I first made my way towards the state park to validate the hype. As I went deeper and deeper into the park, it became more and more fascinating. The canyon view at the end of the road was spectacular. Before the land was protected, mining was rampant in the area. Old miners’ dirt roads were recreational off-road trails. From the top, the route was clearly visible. Sandstones, grey hues, shale, and mud with red, brown, green colors and multiple geographical layers filled the landscape from the vista point.

A freakish desert storm soon started to develop. I could see the clouds emerging from horizons and swiftly moving towards me. The sand from sandstone was rising and decreasing the visibility with every second. A giant rainbow emerged stretching from left horizon to right engulfing the entire view into it, probably the size of Silver Spring. After multiple attempts with different angles, I gave up on capturing the entire rainbow in one picture. It was getting real dark and we could smell the moisture in the air. With time to leave and get out of the storm, the last look at the clouds I noticed something weird. The clouds were vertical. Vertical clouds and late evening Sunrays penetrating through them was a sight I would remember forever. While driving out of the park, I was caught in the middle of the storm with vertical cloud curtains all around me and sunlight passing through it being converted into ferrous red. The hype was justified.

Dead Horse Point State Park has preserved millennia worth of history in its geological layers. Dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures roamed the area as evident by fossils found. Pre-Columbian Native American tribes had an advanced society in the region. Subsequently, the climate changed and fertile land became a harsh desert with scarce resources. People and animals moved away. Europeans arrived and they systematically wiped out the remaining Native tribes. Large-scale mining for uranium and other metals boomed for decades. Lately, the land was converted to protected land to be enjoyed by the public for sightseeing, education, camping, and related activities.

I saw the rainbow as a portal to all those that have been lost in that area from dinosaurs to ancient tribal cultures to mining. That prompted me to write a poem about it. The poem is the title poem of my new book: Portal into a World Unknown. Visit this place to enjoy the awe-inspiring landscape and you might get lucky to witness freakish storms with vertical clouds.

I Am a Humble Poet

My affinity is a poem, my despise is a poem
Disappointment in seven stanzas of a sad poem
Poetry originates from my anger and hunger
Each joy, festival, hobby of my life is a poem

The exhilaration of first poem shaky nerves
Days, months, years of emotional curves
Thousands of poems brought me recognition
Selfies, autographs, and all incredible maneuvers

My poetry reading, my fans create a riot
I didn’t marry my fan; occasionally disquiet
But Success and fame don’t go to my head
Rooted in reality, I am a humble poet

Because I’ve Known Your Broken Soul

Strong personality and vulnerable soul
In your sleep, I have seen you roll
Till midlife crisis, you had a favorite doll
Without rosemary tea, you lost control
Bravery you projected, with an odd hyperbole

Methodical you were, adjusted your goal
Your fears were not unknown to Nicole
I cherished when you discovered her role
I have seen your most secret mole
There was a time when you were a troll
I have seen you fragmented and whole
You have grown to a horse from a foal
I know you at the best of all
I recognize you at the worst of all
You are my comfort and my dole
Let’s keep growing to the last ball
Comfortable I will be, in the role
Because I’ve known your broken soul