Ek hi khwaab - Gulzar
Male Voice:
A single dream I have seen many times over
You had tied the keys to my house to your sari’s end
And came strolling by, just like that, holding my hand.
A single dream...
Arranging flowers on the bed, I have seen you many times over And many times over, have I woken you up from the same bed A single dream…
Humming to yourself, after bathing From your wet hair, dripping drops Over my distracted face willfully, you naughty girl! A single dream...
Over playing cards, quarrelling vehemently over a game And sometimes quarrelling, as if you were playing with me. And then holding an infant in your lap....
Female Voice: Will you shut up?
Laughter
Male Voice continues: And you know Tiku, when I see this dream about you I, who was dead in sleep, feel as if I am waking up.
A translation from a Hindustani Film Lyric
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The City - Constantine Cavafy
You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, better than this.
Every effort of mine is condemned by fate;
and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.
How long in this wasteland will my mind remain.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see the black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years, and ruined and wasted."
New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas. The city will follow you. You will roam the same streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods; in these same houses you will grow gray. Always you will arrive in this city. To another land -- do not hope -- there is no ship for you, there is no road. As you have ruined your life here in this little corner, you have destroyed it in the whole world.
Big Book Of Poetry
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(Re)Birth: Times Square, New York City
Tonight it is raining over New York City.
And towers of rain stand in the streets
Between towers of light, and shatter
Over your upturned face as it rises
To the sidewalk among subway shoals.
Tonight a secret is being born. You hear rustling of hands Tearing open the envelope of What you know. At your feet Eddies of a scattered alphabet, A trace of ash left on your eye Lash by a sudden lightning flash.
Tonight something is opening Its wings among the fissures of Your scarred heart. You must Now find its name hidden in All these unread lines of rain.
My Poems
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