In the early morning
When not even the sun had paid this hill town a visit
I woke up to mountains
That were a soft molten blue.
Not rock solid with sharp peaks or edges
But gentle in form
and fluid in stance
Almost like calm waves formed on the surface of a benevolent sea.
The tips of snow rising above the rest like the foaming heads of the incoming tide.
While the smaller hills
Bowed low in reverence.
I traced their lines from this side of the window
Running my finger across the cold glass.
Miles away
Did I not just see
The mountains shiver at my touch?
Rippling delicately as I floated along?
सुबह तडके
ReplyDeleteजब सूरज ने अभी दी भी न थी दस्तक इस पहाड़ी कस्वे पर
जब मैं उठ गई पर्वतों के साथ ही
वे तब थे केवल नर्म पिघले नीलम
नहीं थे वे तेज़ धारदार चट्टानी शिखर या किनारे
अपितु सह्ज तरल द्र्व्य से
लगभग शांत लहरों से,करुणसमुद्र की सतह पे
तुषार शीषों को उठाये हुये ज्यों आते हुये ज्वार की झाग हों
जबकि लघू उपत्यकायें झुक गईं हों सम्मान से
मैंने उनकी लकीरें खैंच कर रक्ख लीं अपनी खिडकी से
अपनी ऊंगलीयों को फिराते हुये ठंण्डे सीसे पे
मीलों दूर नहीं देख पाई
पर्वतों की सिहरन कोई मेरी छूअन से
नाजुक लहरियों के संग मैं तैरती सी.
Bahut hi sundar ! :)
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ReplyDeleteHey Arundhati, what a beautiful poem! Ever since i've had the pleasure and privilege to read your poems, i have noticed one quality of yours which not a lot of people could boast about: the slow and loving simmering and crafting of every moment - nothing seems rushed or urgent. I love that. In this poem particularly, i was so taken by how you have transformed an ordinary misty morning thing (tracing the figure of the mountains) to an extraordinarily captivating moment. And i loved the visual of you engaged in this ritual - it seemed wonderfully carved in a very big view-small view (mountains in the open/you in your room) unison two-way style. And you infused it with an intimate charge of interconnectedness and life force by wondering if they shivered at your touch and if the same energy ran through the two of you. That was absolutely beautiful and so flawlessly done. To me, you are quite the observer and sculptor of these sliced moments of everyday perfection that makes one stop in her step and just soak and bathe in the presence and vitality of every such fleeting yet pregnant-with-possibilities-if-you-are-willing-to-stop-and-look experience :)
ReplyDeleteOh my. Those are a lot of kind words. And coming from you, it surely means a lot. Thank you so much.
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ReplyDeleteजाल्हू हतियें सूरजैं हयी नी ही दित्तीयो इस टिल्लुये आळैं सैह्रे पंधाकड़ी
मैंं भी जाग्गी गई पहाड़ां सौग्गी सौग्गी
जेह्ड़े लग्गन नरम पि:र्घळेयो नील जे:
(इंञ्यां ) नी थे सै: बटण्क सप्पड़ खरिंग्गड़
पैनीयां चूण्डीयां आळे किता क:ण्ढेयां आळे
सूह्ये सोह्ल सकलीं ते
कनै ढिल्ले द्राव्वे सा:हींयें (परल-पाणी)
लगैंभगैं सान्त लैह्रां जणतां
बणी बणी पौआ दीयां दयालुये समुंद्रैं प्राह्लैं.
वर्फा देयां टोप्पूआं चक्की नै गासों गास
चढ़्दे ज्वारे दे झग्गे दे मुण्डां सा:ह्यी.
जांजे छुट्क्ड़ैह्दीयां पहाड़ियां
मूंह्दैं मुंहैं टेक्का दीयां मत्थेयां.
मैं तिन्हां दीयां लीह्कां खिन्जी तीयां खिड़किया दे इस पास्से ते
अपणीयां आउंगळीयां फेरी नै ठण्ड्ड़े सीस्से प्राह्लैं ही
कोहां दूरा ते
क्या मैं दिक्खेया नी हूंन्गा
भई पहाड़ कम्बी पैये
मेरे छूणे ते?
नाजक लैह्रां सौग्गी जीञ्यां मैं तरदी गई.
एह पहाड़ीया च छू:त्ता
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