Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Celestial melodies...!

Every leaf
Is flushed with green sap and spirit
And the throats of the birds
Ring out with celestial melodies
This pathway so shy and bashful
Saves the girdle of chastity
Winding carefully her half-blossomed
youth
From meeting the delicate grassy hug
As should a girl in garment wet

The delicate silver dream
Dreamt by the blue sky
And the swaying and swinging green
Flouring of the crop
Is throbbing
In my formidable embrace-
One vast embrace !
���

Your laughter is scattered
upon the whole earth my dear
It's become the cream of sandal !
And your hair do
Is gone helter skelter
Along the blowing wind
I have become a cloud
In these mysterious woods
I know not in whose tender arms
I am slowly being captured
���

Leafless tree
Is doused and bathed
As a barren erotic relation
Looking down at this rain shower
In the puddle underfoot
For a distance....
Rather cheerless
Of life incessant.

The rain never stops
It keeps pouring
In a sonorous rhythm
And the fortuitous monsoon sonata
Resonates constantly
Through my heart
Through our sweet whispers

My misty, dreamy love,
Sometimes it's you
Who comes in the form of the monsoon
And I wrap you around my body
On some still damp morn
With my heart saturated.... reborn !
���

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Don't get soaked today...


Why does it always rain on me? The 100sq-m 'Rain Room' allows curious visitors to stand under a downpour in semi-darkness


 1.

How fabulous
This life is…
Subtle like gorgeous cloud
And akin to a mystical evening
Which has been blown by
the south west wind
So enigmatic… 


Like the ever evasive grasp
Of a flighty

Whimsical damsel
She is sometimes little known
Sometimes better known
Yet unknown !!!
¨¨¨
2.


Your eyes are brimming with tears !
O my girl, look at the sky overhead
Weeping with its infinite eyes
And look at the dispassionate ocean too
Try sometime if you please
To feel the storm
In my deep
You shall then realize 
How painful it is
To deceive one’s tear
falling in one’s own eyes
And yet struggle
To stand upright
Through the very tumbling plight
No ! it serves no one right
To fall by little woes
Or let disappointments
Deceit and unfair measure
To break you, my dear !
¨¨¨ 


3.


Now there’s no time
For brooding on remorse
The sun is setting
And the road is winding away
O mind, do not tarry now
Frenzied by the calls from the past
For the knack of deception
Even whilst the end has come
Continues to be Time’s!
¨¨¨
4..


Don't get soaked today
Don't get drenched in rain
The clouds are thick
And monstrous...

Just be in my intense 
Embrace
Rather than daring 
the calamities my Love!


(Translated by MNr. Raj Supe from my original work "Parjanyasukta)

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Dusk Kissed this evening!





1.

Come ….
Today we shall roll
Over and over
On this green and velvety turf
Blue clemency is streaming
From the sky above … for us !
There ! 

Those beady drops
The crests of green blades
But wait … touch ‘em not ….
let ‘em also look at the world
Sweetheart ….
Hold your breath
Its time the dusk
Kissed this evening!


2.

When I see the humble evening
at the dusk
standing there damp and wet
the shadows of my pensive mind
are cast away
and an ancient songs
Unknowingly trickles from the lips
Nothing makes sense ….
Who am I ? where do I belong ? …
For do whom I exist ? 


3.

Wait
Let the sky dash down now
Then sing the song of innocent sky
With your delicate lips
O naïve dear !
These moments are meant
For witnessing this celebration
In speechlessness
They are not the birds
To be captured in words!


4.
 
Someone, God knows why and how
Who is whispering through these atoms …
So full of sentience?

Enthralled, I try to understand
This eternal existence …
Like my being !
But sky still overcast
And dewy eyes are raining in torrents
Slowly and slowly, the rain will stop
The clouds of feelings will clear out
Then the dispassionate blue sky
Shall reveal itself to me
Forever !


5.

Sometimes I am all stirred up
And I fall into the tumultuous medley
Agonized by the cruel worldly chum
I keep collapsing
But the churning goes on
In its indefatigable velocity
And my collapsing
Is also a part of it ! 


6.

The birds are chirping …
That’s the innocent sparkling
Of your laughter
I look around bemused
And see all the stooping shadows
Of the past
In the sunshine of the rainbow
I grow misty once again
Lost in myself!



(From my anthology "Monsoon Sonata" translated by Mr. Raj Supe from my original Marathi "Parjanyasukta"

Pasaydan...Universal anthem by Saint Dnyaneshvar!



And now the Lord
Breathing through His entire creation…
Be pleased
Of my
Sacred hymns
And shall bless me with thus:


Let the evilous thoughts
Be wiped out
Off every heart
To befriend with
The hearts genuine
Be all engaged
In good deeds…forever!

Shroud of dark befallen on
The deprived souls
May get to an permanent end
By the brilliance of
The Sun of the self-righteousness
And all the beings breathing should attain
They desire!

Be it a great gathering
The whole universe
Of devotees
Of the Lord
A scene so sacred
True hearts meeting
The pure hearts!

Be all among the
Dense divine trees
Those Fulfill every desire
And in the country of the
Enlightened souls
Each speaking oceans full
Of the nectar!

As if spotless moon
And the Sun pouring no heat
Such are all the souls as if
Eternal relations!

And so all be so contented
And fulfilled from all quarters
Eternally devoted to the
Lord Creator!

And so all be happy
Reading this sacred text
Be able to conquer evil with good
With assured permanence!

So this be my blessing
O Lord
With which this humble Dnyandeva
Is delighted!

-Saint Dnyaneshvar
"Dnyaneshvari"

(Translated by me original "Pasaydan from Dnyaneshvari.) 

When I see the humble evening...


(Painting by Daniel Well)


1.

Just once ….


I experience of that tender caress

That soft touch !

And for my sake

It seemed as though

the clouds split

the meaning of life

Then I received my summons

From this rich quarters

And the heart started ringing incessantly

With the Monsoon Sonata!

2.

This cloud burst

Is sage-hearted

For those

Who live in god’s righteous light

My heart is streaming out

From this cloud !

I am viewing the subtle rain drop

Upon my tender lips

And in my eyes

And in every other eye

There’s a new monsoon

The whole world seems to have

Become cloud-laden

And rainy today !


3.


Oh my dearest rain princess

Secure yourself in my embrace

Be perfumed by my intense love

Let your little jingling bells clink

upon the silken leaves,

in rains wink...

Let your warmth and affection stream

From the dark corners of your eyes

In this cold and breezy dream

Keep humming in all my parts

Give lips to every breath of mine...!

5.

When I see the humble evening

at the dusk

standing their damp and wet

the shadows of my pensive mind

are cast away

and an ancient songs

Unknowingly trickles from the lips

Nothing makes sense ….

Who am I ? where do I belong ? …

For do whom I exist ?

6. 

Wait

Let the sky dash down now

Then sing the song of innocent sky

With your delicate lips

O naïve dear !

These moments are meant

For witnessing this celebration

In speechlessness

They are not the birds

To be captured in words!


(From my anthology "Monsoon Sonata" translated by Mr. Raj Supe from \original marathi "Parjanyasukta)

Friday, June 7, 2013

The dainty lilies.......

 

The dainty lilies
are laughing innocently
like a new-born child
the soft and pliant wind
is planting kisses
and swelling and racing
To the horizons
The clouds too are swell
And on their lips too
A delicate, lovely smile has sparkled!

��� 

I stand here wrapped in clouds
On the far shore of the horizon !
The thrilling verdure of the earth
Has become my bosom
And it hails out to me : 

"You are mine
Albeit, in you alone I abide!"
Today, why do I see
My own stir
In every atom of nature ? 

���

Who are these heavenly courtesans
Visible to me ?
The notes of which unknown song
Are ringing in my ears ?
Why rhythm is impelling me
To string this metrical composition ?

The clouds are brimful 
The rain is pouring
Which great bard
Hums in my ears
This wordless song ? 

��� 

Today the earth is giving birth
To weird notes
Everything is as though enchanted
And blossomed
In a single soul...

The fellowship trickling
From plants and shrubs
Has left me spellbound
In country suburbs

The minds thirsty
Full of tremulous anxiety !
But of what consoling sorrow
Does the heart show !

Brother, the sky weighs upon me
And I am myself perplexed
At the rain in me !

���

(From my Anthology "Monsoon Sonata", translated by Mr. Raj Supe from original Marathi "Parjanyasukta")

Thursday, June 6, 2013

That maiden of tender parts...!

 

 1.

That maiden of tender parts 
Is leaning, oh so well arched ! 
Her lips upon the bowed canopy 
of clouds wisely earmarked 
And this delicate verse 
Caught in the cloud’s arms 
And the rain pouring on me 
Whispering an easy song : 
“Glory to love ! Glory to hearts strong !” 

2.

The rain bursting 
from the clouds 
And I say 
“Come brother … Get wet ! ” 
Such benign rain 
Might not issue again 
And if you stay aloof 
Your old age thirst 
will sulk under the roof !

3.

In this little pond 
The sky is stealing 
A look at itself 
The way lord peeps 
At his spirit 
In my little eyes human!

4.

Come …. 
Today we shall role 
Over and over 
On this green and velvety turf 
Blue clemency is streaming 
From the sky above … for us ! 
There ! Those beady drops 
The crests of green blades 
But wait … touch ‘em not …. 
let ‘em also look at the world 
Sweetheart …. 
Hold your breath 
Its time the dusk 
Kissed this evening!

5.

The dainty lilies 
Are laughing innocently 
Like a new-born child 
The soft and pliant wind 
Is planting kisses 
And swelling and racing 
To the horizons 
The clouds too are swell 
And on their lips too 
A delicate, lovely smile has sparkled! 

(From my Anthology "Monsoon Sonata")

Translation of my original Marathi "Parjanya sukta" by Mr. Raj Supe

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

A cloud burst !

A cloud burst 
solemn and serious 
will issue 
from the cluster of clouds 
in soul forms 
And 
We shall drench ourselves in self delight 

Sometime 
that day will come… 
But in the meanwhile 
let’s sing the monsoon Sonata!

¨¨¨ 

Water-harmonica is resonating 
On the shores of the sky 
And the anklets jingling 
At the feet of the horizons high 
To its rhythm are approaching 
Group of graceful clouds well nigh 
And my eyes in tremulous anxiety 
Feast upon this bounty 

This is the very first day of rains ! 

¨¨¨ 

The Monsoon Sonata is intoxicated 
it’s the song of the liberated heart 
of frothing rivers and unbounded sea 
it is the cherished intent 
Come brothers … come all 
And fill the cup of your heart 
with notes of this rain hymn 
Trickling drop after drop !
---

In the heart of the earth 
Countless green sprouts hold sway 
As though through those prodigious lips 
The earth’s singing today 
The dusky sky 
Thrilled to the core 
Spins gay birds 
And it wafts high and low 
an aerial encore 

Thus it is that the whole sum 
Is today tuned to a hum 


(From my anthology "Monsoon Sonata")


Friday, May 24, 2013

Enraged Sun!




Burying all signs of
Delicacies
Culture of hypocrite’s flourishes in
Impotent pomp
Yet rotten blood rushes through their veins
In hollow achievements!

The earth has transmuted to a hell!

Sun rises, ashamed,
To hide his face behind scarce cloud- specks
Or sky churning
Smoke emitting chimneys
Can not withhold rays
What to do?


Throng of languid shadows
Keeps on surging forth
Breathing in stink of
Pent-up ambitions
Neither they can weep nor the Sun
Over their fall
What a destiny!

Sun must has to course
His way through
Caressing entire world
With his infinite fingers of rays
No matter how much filth
Stains his soul
Making him furious…frustrated…
Heart exploding in anguish…
Still he must course…
Just can not hide his face or cease to be
Infinity is a curse!

In fact he seeks a heart
Little alike of human
That can make his heart stronger
To neglect his own heart
Or like the philosophers he wants to be
Those can justify all heinous acts
Or of those poets
Those can trade emotions so easily!

But it is not destined to happen.
He must rise perpetually
Must struggle with his own-self
Must course through the space
No matter how enraged he is
Or sorry he is
Below his divinity
Exchange of cursed insanity
Is at crescendo
He must hide his face
Behind the horizons…!

On the Brink of Death!

 



(My Novel “On the Brink of Death”, set on the backdrop of Rajiv Gandhi’s assassination was published at the hands of late Balasaheb Thackeray in 2002 at Mumbai. Following is the speech that I had delivered at that memorable moment.)


Hon’ble Hindu Hriday samrat, Thackeray Saheb, my dear brother Vinod Sonawani, and friends,

This is a proud moment for me to have released my first English Novel at the hands of a personality that always have fought all his life against injustice, for the national interests and have been an inspiring force for numerous youth of this country. I have not enough words to express my gratitude towards Mr. Thackeray.

I have been writing for last 20 years in Marathi, have handled variety of genres, Marathi soil gave me lot of love for my literary endeavors, the critics always have encouraged my probe in to the various aspects that concern not only the life but fundamentals of life. Very recently I began writing in English to address larger masses, to share my views and perspectives with them. The present novel is outcome of this effort.

Why I chose this subject to write my first novel in English has certain background. I am not a politically motivated person. The assassination of Mr. Rajiv Gandhi shocked entire nation when the news was broke. The way assassins chose to kill a person was brutal, inhuman and obnoxious. Using the human souls to kill the human souls was something unheard of in our country. It was an example to what extremity ethnic and political hatred could reach. It was a cowardly attack demanding vengeance, from the country and for the country. But we always have been too a tolerant. Tolerance becomes questionable at some times and this was a perfect case when the human life is abused in the form of political assassinations. Ten years ago I was too a young man but it provoked me when I was frantically going through the various news reports and stories. Special Investigation Team was desperate to unearth the culprits. Many people committed suicides before the SIT would get hold of them or when they were in custody. This was a macabre scene to come across. As if human life had lost its importance, its value. Good or bad, every person has right to live, no one is above this law that rules the entire universe. The young chaps could end up with their lives with a cyanide pill. Fanaticism saw its vicious dance before and aftermath of the gruesome assassination. As if it was only Rajiv Gandhi who was against their movement…a movement that had the history of brutal bloodbath. 

Assassinations of leaders always do tend to change the course of the time, established national policies and they are in order to give a way to the newcomers that can sympathize with the assassins or the people those have supported the assassins, this or that way. It appeared that LTTE had to avenge Rajiv Gandhi for his attempt to send peacekeeping forces in Sri Lanka. His attempts to end up ethnic violence in neighboring country were taken as a threat to the people of Indian origin and their covert supporters, not only from Sri Lanka but from Indian soil as well. Indian Peace Keeping forces were defeated on the soils of Sri Lanka, a mighty force…from the bunch of fanatics. It was unbelievable. Actually it was not a fight at all, as if everything was pre-planned, some one else was meddling in this issue.

True and I agree that Tamil’s in Sri Lanka have been oppressed beyond limits. True from the independence they have been treated like lapers. True that the ethnicity from the Sinhali’s was seeded to have a monstrous future. True that many a organizations chose to the violent path to secure lost rights of the Tamil. Rise of LTTE or Prabhakaran was phenomenal, it was not only based on the hatred for Sinhali’s but on the dead bodies of his own opponent tamil militant organizations. He organized support from Indian base as well. He opened numerous training camps on Indian soil. Tamilnadu Government this or that way always have sympathized with this man. Till this date the fact continues because the dream of Mahanadu was sowed in the some crook fractions on the basis of ethnicity.  Dravid v/s Aryan’s controversy flared up during the rise of LTTE.

The question is whether LTTE has really to do something with Dravid ego? Or is it only a polito-militant organisation that can use every tool, a tool of emotions, sentiment to feed its unsatiable hunger of power? A power that can rule the lives of the innocents, turn them in to the death machines, in the beasts no matter how many are going to die.

LTTE has nothing to do with Tamil problem. LTTE is an ordinary militant organization breathing over the fuel of Tamil sentiment. The leaders so easily fool common people. The promises of tomorrow they give many a times are false.
  
But people chose to live on hopes…that is the human fallacy that has been exploited by their own fellow men.

Assassination of Mr. Gandhi, at least for me didn’t look the way it was being put forth. Was it avenge of enraged militant group or whether it possessed other dimensions that are noticed but neglected only because there was nothing they could do about it? Repercussions of assassination of national leader to know not would be immaturity that I hated to trust. Prabhakaran is or never was a fool. He couldn’t afford to be a fool, India could have avenged the assassination. But still he dared.

These all aspects intrigued me. I was set on my own mission.  Was in south and in Sri lanka for over six months meeting people, ex or imprisoned militants at Vellakkam Jail. The facts that appear in morning papers not always are the facts that I began to believe. Truth sometimes shocks you. I slowly formed the opinion that CIA used LTTE as a pawn in brutal assassination of Mr. Gandhi.

I have no proofs that could be presented before any court of law. It might have happened with the Special Investigation Team as well. But the results of Indian polity that have changed its course drastically from the day of Mr. Gandhi’s assassination stand as a support to this allegation. The Indo-American romance, India’s signing treaties to take India to globalization and beginning to re-consider its stand over nuclear strategies, Is a proof if at all we call it a proof are all aftermath of Mr. Gandhi’s assassination. Killing Mr. Gandhi LTTE earned nothing visible, but US gained lot many a things as a result. What I would like to say is many times the things appear, as a truth is not the truth. This novel is my attempt to put forth the truth the way I feel.

I am an author, not a secret agent that is empowered by authorities to find something that could make them to look in to the angle the way I see or find. I used my liberty to write a novel, a novel where the author creates characters that undergo the evils of destiny. They fall in particular frame of time that designs their destiny. The hopes, aspirations and to be someone in the society they live in with their good and bad intents always is a challenge to an author. Imagination, reality and would be realities is always a challenging raw material before an author that makes him write. 

                                                   (Cover of second edition of the novel...)
 
I would reiterate the fact that India is a so-called sovereign country. We are so easily sold. We buy everything that is foreign. We humble so easily before the International pressures. Our national pride is nothing but a farce, many a times. The common scams, frauds, blatant trampling of values is what the modern India is. It is a shame one must realize. The common man not only now becoming victim of these rascality’s but the worrying fact is he too now wants to be a part of these scamming class.

The present novel is not mere a thriller on the backdrop of an assassination of Indian leader, this actually is saga of the torments innocents when they has to go through a political turmoil and risk of life.

I would quote a great man this earth ever had produced, Maharshi Vyasa who said,
“Urdhw bahu virommesh…na kaschit shrunoti mam…” he said, with both my hands spread in unbearable agonies, I urge upon you why not listen to me…why not tread the path of righteousness that takes you to the realms of truth, earnings, desires and liberation in its all togetherness. I know everybody has forgotten the eternal truth. I know our soul is on sale to the demons.

This is what I had to say through this novel and I hope I could do it at the best of me.

Thanks.

PS: I was happy the day Prabhakaran was killed! 

 In brief about the Novel...

 Rajeev Gandhi, the former prime minister of India, is brutally assassinated by a LTTE human bomb. 

The culprits are on the run, trying to escape the cluthces of SIT whose noose is tightening with ever passing day, and the main suspect, Sivrasan, is about to be caught. 

Krishan is on his way to Jaffna when he gets the blow of his life. The LTTE has declared him a traitor. 

And then...unfolds a chilling saga of human persistence, macabre political games and heinous internatioinal conspiracies.