MASHAALLEIN OR THE TUNGSTEN TORTURE

JO DIN KE UJAALE MAIN NA MILA,DIL DHONDHE AISE SAPNE KO,IS RAAT KI JAGMAG MAIN DOOBA- MAIN DHONDH RAHA HOON APNE KO...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

A Certain Lady - Dorothy Parker




A Certain Lady


Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know।



Comment

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania।



Love Song


My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world, --
And I wish I'd never met him.

My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --
And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart, --
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

-

Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)

Friday, April 03, 2009

Worm


nobody loves me


nobody cares
i feel like eating wormsthin long stringy ones
fat round juicy ones
see how they wriggle and squirm

i bite off their heads
and shlurpp
up their juice
and throw their skins away
no body cares how i survive
on worms three times a day

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

PERHAPS VAMPIRES IS A BIT STRONG BUT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8m1gGv-u8o


Well I've seen your eyes as they FIX on me
What is he doing? What on earth's the plan? Has he got one?
You'd better give me some pointers
Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun

Well I ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes
That might be a surprise but it's true
That I'm not like you and I don't want your advice
Or your praise or to move in the ways you do
And I never will

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail

Well I've seen your eyes as they FIX on me
Full of confusion
Your snarl is just so condescending
Try to explain that we're onto a win
If THE FEE WE GET IN
Near recoups what we're spending

He says, I can't believe that you drove all that way
Well how much did they pay ya? How much did they pay ya?
You'd've been better to stay round our way
Thinking 'bout things but not actually doing THE THINGS

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail

All you people are vampires

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Masters Of War - Bob Dylan



Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Friday, December 05, 2008

HATE ME - Blue October






Song: Hate Me
Artist: Blue October

Lyrics:

[message on voicemail:] Hi Justin! This is your mother. I was just calling to see how you were doing. You sounded really uptight last night, it made me a little nervous. I just want to make sure you are really okay and wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication too. You know I love ya. See ya! Bye Bye!

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? it is I that wanted space

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so f***ing far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

Saturday, September 01, 2007

RUBY TUESDAY


RUBY TUESDAY

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday dont matter if its gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

Dont question why she needs to be so free
Shell tell you its the only way to be
She just cant be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost
At such a cost

Theres no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

A SHORT FILM CAN TAKE YOU A LONG WAY


SEND IN YOUR SHORT FILMS TO US AND WE'LL GIVE IT A PLATFORM!

Hi

It is said that there is potential for one book and one film in each one of us. There are people who have not known that there is a writer or director in them, till the time they actually wielded a pen or a camera with the intention of creating something they believe in. It is our endeavour to find such unknown talents from this country when it comes to films.

Palador has been at the forefront of the World Cinema movement in this country. For over three years now, and at the cost of millions of rupees (and countless relationships gone wrong), we have build up a base of World Cinema in India, owning the largest collection of foreign language films in Asia (close to 750 titles). It is time to show these movies to the discerning viewer in India. However, the effort would be futile, if that did not involve film makers with the potential to make those movies in this country.

For all we, or you, know, you might be the next big thing in World Cinema. But all big things have short beginnings. Have you made a short film you think is really good, in terms of story, cinematography, idea, treatment etc.? Do you believe that it has the potential to be seen in one breath alongside the works of the giants of World Cinema? If you do, then send us your short film, and if it convinces us as well, we will program it alongside the works of master directors. We will then give it the rightful place in the Indie Corner section in the DVDs of world cinema films we are releasing in this country. And what's more, you'll also stand to gain some revenue from the same, though not enough to make you rich… yet ;).

Forward this mail to friends, colleagues and family… someone you think has done some good short film. Not only them, but to the lovers of good cinema in India, you might end up doing a great favour.

Think about it, a short film can take you a long way.

Mail to anvita@paladorpictures.com if you are serious about it.

Regards,


ANVITA T.

Sunday, May 20, 2007


Because my mouth


Is wide with laughter


And my throat


Is deep with song,


You do not think


I suffer after


I have held my pain


So long?


Because my mouth


Is wide with laughter,


You do not hear


My inner cry?


Because my feet


Are gay with dancing,


You do not know


I die?


— “Minstrel Man” Langston Hughes,
from The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes

Saturday, May 05, 2007

STRANGE DAYS- DOORS

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
Theyre going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town

Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it

Yeah!

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Another perspective...

...heard a better one?

Kalia naag
dwaapar mein hi
amreeka migrate kar gaye
aur khol baithe
Coke aur Pepsi naam se
do dukaan…

Kalyug mein lagey
duniya bhar mein bechney
apna samaan...

Kahin botal mein
toh kaheen cans mein
ek nashey saa
ghul chalaa
zahreeli gas
aur shakkar kaa
paani mein
uthta hua unmaad prem jwaar…

Kitnaa bhi manaa
karein daaktar,
bhalaa bachhey
bhi maanaa kartey hainge
baDon ki sunkar?

Aur Sachin Shahrukh
Kareena ki sunenge
Ya aapki??!!
Unkey aagey naa chali
kisi ke baap ki…

Kaliyaa khush…
ab batlaao
Kishan maharaaj
tum kabhi gandhi
kabhi Mandela aur
Martin Luther King
bankar
in firangiyon ko
sunaaogey
Bhagvad Geeta
ka chakkar?

Mama Kamsa inka
nanha sa
munna sa
masoom sa
poorvaj tha

Kitney nadaan ho tum
usse markar
khud ko
khuda samajh baithey

Mujhe bhagakar
Radha par lota paani lekar
chardh baithe!!!

Ab meri khoob chalti
hai yahaan
khoob baandha hai
gopiyon ne samaa

Tumney diya tha
vardaan
so kabhi
maharshi to kabhi bankar
bhagwaan
kabhi Atlanta to kabhi Oregon
khoob kartaa hoon tumharey
bakwaas ka bakhaan…

Itnaa baDaa hai
inke paap ki fehrist
kaa naap
ki kai Mahabharat
gyan dete reh jaayenge aap

Aur abhi kal hi
ki baat hai
merey products mein
zahar ki maatra kuchh
baRdh si gayee
tum toh jaantey ho
dhande mein yeh koi
bhalaa baat hai nayi?

So saara maal
Mahim ke paikhaanon mein
diya daal
aur socha saara paap tumharey
sir mardh kar
mukhya mantri ban
bhaashan doonga

kisi manch par chardhkar
kahoonga prakritik aapda hai
jissey nibatney ko hum hain
kab se tayyaar
aakhir humein jantaaa se jo hai pyaar…

Lekin dekho toh hindustaniyon kaa khel !
Kattar Hindu mandirwaadi
aur lashkar ke aatankiyon mein
fauran ho gayaa mel!!

Meetha ho gayaa hai
samudra kaa jal,
tumharey karishmon ke kya kehney
tum ab samudra mein bankar jal
Mumbaikaron ke bankar hal
lagey ho Mahim ke gutter mein bahne!!
Dhanya ho tum…Allah ho akbar!

Aur Khushi se jhoom uthey hain
Siddhi vinayaayak
agar Mahim kaa garal ban saktaa hai jal
to kyon naa dhoodh peeyein wo
Kya hua agar karordon bachhon ko
nahin hai doodh naseeb
Mahim creek to hai bilkul nazdeek
Ek nadee see bhi bahti hai wahaan
dekho to vidambnaa
ya yoon kahein kaal kaa
yaani tumharaa hi khel
naam hai nadee kaa Mitthi…
baardh mein bhi kal
jismein beh rahee thee laashein
mootra aur mal !!!

BaRe prem se diyaa tha tumney
mujhe desh nikaala...
par dekar mujhhey abhishapt jeevan se mukti
lautaa kar mera swabhimaan
arey madhavkantji
aap mere sar per chardh kar naache
phir bhar diyaa mujhmein vish...

Yugon tak chalega ye khel
kaun kisko nikaaltaa hai
kaun kar saktaa hai tai

Tumhein khushfahmi ki
tum ho savera

Mujhe koi gurez nahin
bankar naapaak raaton ka andheraa

Kaliya hoon main
koi saadhaaran saanp nahin
mere kuchley huye
sahasra phunon ka
har kshan denaa hai hisaab…

Avtaar bankar kabhi kabhi aaooge,
aur mere moh se iss qaynaat ko
bachaaogey?

Kitney nadaan ho tum balgopal
maraa karein duryodhan dusaashan
agar tum pavitra savera ho
aur chalaa kartey ho daal daal
chalta hoon paat paat main bhi
bankar kamsin randee si raat

Waqt hain hum, bhai
main Kaliya hoon
tum Krishna
agar hum mil jaatey
to inn goron par raaj kar paatey...
par hum to satya
aur asatya bankar
aadhyatam kaa bakhaan kartey hain
ek haath se daan detey hain
doosrey se rishwat letey hain

Chalo chhordo bahut kos liya tumko
sir par chardh kar mere
naachey jo thay tum
bhagwaan ho jaankar bhi
ek adnaa se saanp ko jeet kar
khushi manaana theek nahin...

Shaam ko ghar aao
sunahree Scotch piyenge
kaali Coke yaa pepsi nahin
tai karenge raasta aagey kaa

Jaan lo ki jab aadhi duniya jaagegi
to aadhee hi soyegi

Naag hoon main Kanha
Kalia Naag...
dansh meri pravritti hai,
dansh meri prakriti hai
dansh mujhmein hai tumhara hi ansh…
to kyon nahin saath jeete...

Tum Krishnaang sukarmavaadi
main kaliya naag
paryaay kukarmon kaa...
kaaley to hum donon hain
phir bair kaisa
aapas mein baant lenge
tumhaara hi dikhayaa huaa karmaphal
in goron ko akrmanya banaa kar
sabhyata ke koordey daan mein daalkar
aao naa wo waqt laayein
jismein naa ujaala ho daag daag
naa raaton kaa koi kamsin jashna

kisi firangi rudheevadee
sangeen ke darr se
tham jaaye…


- Nilendu Sen

Monday, August 21, 2006

"People who are sensible about love are incapable of it." - Douglas Yates

True ain't it? : )

Sunday, July 30, 2006

O Saathi Re-Omkara






O Saathi Re
Din doobe na

Aa chal din ko roke
Dhoop ke peeche daude
Chaao choo-ye na
O saathi re
Din doobe naaa

Thaka thaka soooraj jab nadi se hokar niklega
Hari hari kaai pe paav pada toh fislega
Tum rook ke rakna
Main jaal giraaon
Tum peethn pe rehna
Mai haath lagaon

Din doobe na
Teri meri aati batti
daant se kaati kattti
Re jaeo na
N peeho re
Naa...jaeyo na

Kabhi kabhi yun karna
Mai daanton aur tum darna
Ugal pade aankhon se meethe paani ka jharna

Tere kohre badan mein
Sil jaongi re
Jab karvat lega
chhil jaongoi re
O sang le jaonga

Teri meri angni mangni
Aang sang lagi sangini

Sang le jaoon o peeho re
O saathi re
Din doobe na
Aa chal din ko roke
Dhoop ke peeche daude
Chav chuye na
O saathi re

- Gulzar

Sunday, June 25, 2006

THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE

Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance-- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

`"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied. "There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France-- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?"'

Friday, June 16, 2006

TUM PUKAR KO

Tum pukar lo, tumhara intezaar hai,
Khwaab chun rahi hai raat, beqarar hai...
Tumhara intezaar hai,
tum pukar lo...

Honth pe liye hue dil ki baat ham...
Jaagte rahenge aur kitni raat ham...
Muqtasar si baat hai tum se pyaar hai...
Tumhara intezaar hai, tum pukar lo...

Dil bahal to jaayega is khayal se...
Haal mil gaya tumhara apne haal se...)
Raat ye qaraar ki beqarar hai...
Tumhara intezaar hai...

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Tumse

लौट आया मैं बिना कुछ कहे
शब्द पड़ने लगे छोटे
दर्द बढ़ने लगा
कहे भी थे जो कभी सब हो गए अनकहे

रास्ता बढ़ता रहा
घर दूर होता रहा
साथ चल कर भी कही हम अजनबी से रहे

फैलता मैं गया जितना
तुम सिमटते गए उतना
दर्द कहीं ज़्यादा है, तुमने सहे

लौट आया मई बिना कुछ कहे

--
सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना