भोर की बसंति चूनर हो
या साँझ का केसरिया दुपट्टा
सागर का फिरोजी दूशाला हो
या अंबर की नीली चादर
वसुधा की मूंगिया दोहर हो
या रात की सुरमयी रज़ाई
अजब रंगरेज है
~ नूपुर
Ajab Rangrej
December 28, 2020 By Leave a Comment
Mundane….
December 28, 2020 By Leave a Comment
Occasions that are remarkably mundane but that very ordinariness makes them cherished. Memories are not about fantastical adventures but about fascinating everyday occurrences. They are the odd-shaped pebbles on the banks along the river of life we pick willingly. Here the magnificence is of the heart and not of design. So the flavour of hot vegetable pulao on a winter night, the flat failed cake you eat with fruits and custard or ginger tea that brightens a dull rainy evening goes in the treasure box of memory
Grace….
December 17, 2020 By Leave a Comment
How do you express this grace….
The subtle gentle touch of baby blooms.
Crooked elegance of a tree trunk
The fragile beauty of a dried leaf layered
Unevenness of gravel
The damp softness of the sand
Innocence abandon of a sea wave
Broken glass splinters of sunlight
Child-like mischief of the wind
Bare barrenness of the desert
Snaky pathways of the mountains
and much more…….
Bachapan Ki Baatein
April 11, 2020 By Leave a Comment
बचपन की कुछ बातें पता नहीं क्यों याद आती हैं
उनका कोई इरा, सिरा ओर या छोर नहीं होता
वो घर की हलकी गेरुई सीढ़ी और दीवार पर दोपहर की तिरछी धूप
आँगन में नानी की तुलसी और बरामदे की चमेली
रसोई में ताम्बे की घगरिया, कोने में भारी इमामदस्ता
सामने वाली सड़क से गुजरता चना – चोर गरम वाला
दायीं तरफ वाली सहज सी सड़क
शाम को सुनाई देती मंदिर की घंटियाँ
रात में गुजरती हुई रेलगाड़ी की आहट
और बहुत कुछ भूला, बिसरा पर पहचाना सा
~नूपुर
Just Wait – The Story of a Vase….
April 11, 2020 By Leave a Comment
The story of a beautiful vase….
Just Wait
Brilliant colours with glittering jewels
The perfect polish in blue to fuel
A glance, a view would make you sigh
Beauty soft and grace high
Proudly as it stood by
A hand touched as fingers trembled
It has been a long journey, I said
What long journey someone asked
Well I was not always this
Then what were you, he asked
Once a part of the Earth, I was
Brown and dark at my birth
Out in the open to look and see
One day came and I was pulled
From my mother and it did hurt
My heart to part
Why me? I did cry
Just wait said the Lord
Then I went to the potter’s place
And here I lost all my space
They pulled and pushed
To hit me hard
I howled as they danced
To give me the shape, I never had
It made me wince
It made me cry
Just wait said the Lord
It was the wheel that made me spin
Dizzy spiral dance of fate
Pinching and altering I knew all
Aches that refuse to speak at all
Numb and sore it made me call
Just wait said the Lord
Painting and Bisquing I went along
Glazing took my breath away
It was the flames in which I found
The heat covered my spirit and soul
It was the end I thought
I closed my eyes and said a prayer
Just wait said the Lord
The darkness faded the light dawned
It was a moment to adorn
The jewels and pearls all came along
I looked at myself and did almost cry
That was a long journey, I said
Yes, said the Lord
Journeys are hard
Journeys are long
For it takes the hurt
To make a song
~ Nupur
Hope
April 11, 2020 By Leave a Comment
At times, I find hope in the most unusual places …
It comes as a tearful hug from my daughter after an argument.
It wraps around me while talking to my mother who always thinks that her daughter is not eating properly…
It becomes a lovely green lettuce leaf or a bright orange in the vegetable market.
It walks with me as a little star, trying to desperately shine on a gloomy, foggy evening.
… It wafts around a hot cup of beverage after a tiring day….
