Saturday, January 16, 2010

Ae Zaalim !

Ae Zaalim !, originally uploaded by SubhashJha.
ये खिड़की मेरी, वो दरवाज़ा तेरा...
ये नुक्कड़, वो गली, अब इंसानों का डेरा |

बदन के चंद हिस्से मेरे, जिन्हें फ़लक के सितारे नसीब थे कभी...
वो हिस्से आज कल कुछ कराहते हैं...
कहते हैं वो अर्श यावर(यार) था उनका |

मेरे तो होंठ दबे हैं कुछ बिल्डिंगों के वज़न से वरना बोलता --
वो एक हमसफ़र भी तूने ऐ ज़ालिम -- छीना मेरा |

Tamso Ma Jyotirgamaya !

Tamso Ma Jyotirgamaya !, originally uploaded by SubhashJha.

Tamso Ma Jyotirgamaya is a sanskrit phrase meaning "Andhkaar se prakash ki or".

This is what (very) early morning at Navi Mumbai looks like.

Come to the "light".

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


Hope, originally uploaded by SubhashJha.

"Hope is a good thing. Infact, the best of things and no good thing ever dies"
...'Red'(Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption)

Come what may, "Hope" always finds a way to permeate to the other side of darkness.

Hope !


Aks , originally uploaded by SubhashJha.

Sagar ke aseemit vistaar me bhi Suraj ki Kirnein apna aks dhoondh hi leti hain.

Let there be light !

Stairway to heaven

Stairway to heaven, originally uploaded by SubhashJha.

Karla Caves in Maharashtra. The stairway is too narrow and far too slippery here.

A temple sits above the caves and is famous for animal(goat, especially)-sacrifices.


Baadalon Ki Gehraai

Baadalon Ki Gehraai, originally uploaded by SubhashJha.

On my way to Rajgir(Bihar) once, I captured this balnket of clouds -- pure as Dove, it was captivating to say the least.


A Chronic Shortage

A Chronic Shortage, originally uploaded by SubhashJha.

In this country (India) of everincreasing births of Children with no owned mother, this comes as "heartening" , very heartening, indeed.

Cheers !

Friday, January 8, 2010

A Heap of Debris

Hi Folks !

What follows is a reflection of my observations I fancy each morning amidst a slow cool breeze I subject myself to. Do let me know how you felt.

A Heap of Debris...

I awoke this morning
to a breeze so gentle.
Kissing me, it moved some more and went afar,
lost in wilderness across the horizon.

Stretching a little, I realized
I was amidst a heap of debris
and wondered how desperation defeats one’s senses !
I pulled myself off the heap
and started walking to fetch some water.
Little away, I found some stagnant water
serving a couple of pigeons already.
I wished to shoo them away
but found myself way too small and sans courage
to entertain any thoughts of doing so.
I waited for them to finish and
only after they flew away far enough to not be seen with naked eyes,
did I wag my tongue in an effort to wet my throat.

Right across the street, then
I saw numerous puppies surrounding their mother;
jumping at her, trying to touch her face,
all of them.
And then in a moment,
they all put their muzzles to her innumerable nipples
and their mother gazed satisfied, as they sucked life.

A sudden urge then developed
somewhere within me too
that wished to partake in the indulgence,
easily the most desperate one.
But I didn’t belong there, I knew
nor did I own her.

I too am a little puppy as they are
but we are different.
They own a mother that oozes life to them,
and I own nothing save a heap of debris
amidst which I awoke this morning
to a breeze so gentle...

R.S. January 08, 2010

Cheers !