Monday, December 29, 2014

तुम्हारी उँगलियों के बीच

मेरे बालों में बल ऐसे पड़ जाते है,  
जैसे तुम्हारे संग, हया से  
मेरे पैरों की उंगलियां ठिठुर जाती हैं 
फिर इस ठण्ड में, बेदिल,
जब तुम उनको भूल जाते हो
तो वो रो लेते हैं, फिर
सुखा लेते हैं अपनेआप को,
बिलकुल तुम्हारी तरह,
मेरे आशिक़,
पूरा स्ट्रेट

tr. from Vqueeram Aditya Sahai's ''My hair would curl''

Vqueeram Aditya Sahai

Friday, December 26, 2014

I was scared to talk to him, he

was so beautiful that I was all
psyched, his eyes were like...,
his hair were like..., when he
turned to look at you, you turned
into..., so try as I might, I couldn't
do, but then one day, in one of
those moments of courage that
come very, very few, I wrote to
him, being all spruce and fly,
asking him "So why haven't we
met so far?" giving him the cue,
he said: "I was scared to talk to you."

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

अगर करेले पर चाशनी चढ़ा दो,

जहर को लेकर छौंका लगा दो,
गाली-गलौज का गाना बना दो,
तो मोदी वाजपेयी बन जाता है।

Monday, December 22, 2014

This is not fair, Bombay,

to get me in the habit of the sea, as if
you do not know, I am from and will go
back to my land-locked Delhi. Now the
next time I feel blue and all the world
comes crushing on to me, what do you
suppose I should do, with no sea, no
waves, no sand, no grey, wet boulders
on this calming edge-of-land, that tell you
the world's too big to carry on your shoulders,
so let it be, so let it be.

(thanks to Kyla Pasha)

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Peshawar, 16-12-14

Talib's a mad-man, Talib's a fool,
his biggest fear is you going to school, 'coz if
you spend all those years in the school,
you'd know Talib's a mad-man, Talib's a fool.


Monday, December 15, 2014

You be tellin' me how to live.

I be studyin', Miss, property
of flowers an' they be bloom,
an' they be wilt, an' they be
tellin' me how I live till to-
-day, in them, up an' down,
in them, crest an' tough;
I be studyin', Miss, the
property of stone, an' it
be tellin' me, how I got
by, all those many years,
against all bad weather,
I be studyin', Miss, all
them years, being meself
in flower, in stone, in sun, in
moon, in all them things you
say in the classroom, Miss,
you be tellin' me how to live.