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Transformation In Transition







Hi there! Hope you are great when reading this. Actually, i believe you are. You see, everyone goes through a transition. Exits one phase of  life into another, from one state of mind to another. A Transition therefore, can either be hauntingly negative or a blessing in disguise. I mean if you ever gave me a pen and a paper, i would have surely thought either you were angry at me or probably not one with a sane head. Continuously amazed, i look today at this pen in my hand running and scribbling on an A4 sheet. Well, i have been immensely blessed. This transition, has been good i believe. In my wildest of dreams, i could not have dared to dream what i am today. 

What i am today? 
A Poet!

I started reading Ahmed Faraz poetry on one of his unofficial Facebook fan pages. And boy! i was taken. Enraptured and possessed by his words, i started quoting his lines in gatherings to score applauds. In case of girls, a bit of a look and admiration came my way. Ha Ha! 

Some lines by the maestro himself:

Ab ke ham bichhadein to shaayad kabhi Khwabon mein milein 

Jis tarah sookhe hue phool kitabon mein milein

Dhoondh ujade hue logon mein wafa ke moti 

Ye Khazaane tujhe mumkin hai Kharaabon mein milein 


I still am very much in awe of this legend that he was. Ahmed Faraz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahmad_Faraz), a revolutionary poet. One fine morning, a friend suggested if i should start writing poetry on my own. Thinking she was fooling around, i cut the conversation and hung up. But the first poem i ever wrote was for her. The poem is title as "Tauba-E-Tareef". Know this that no matter how bad poetry you write (being an amateur), it has all the ability to make a woman happy. And this lady had this wide smile on her face. In this journey of poetry would i often wonder, from where did this knowledge of Hindi and Urdu vocabulary came to me. I had never been much into it. Maybe, that's what you call awakening of the subconscious!

For the very first time, last year i.e. 2013, i attended a book fair in Pragati Maidan, New Delhi. I was amazed looking at everything around. The Book Fair is not just books, but good books. I also got to see a lot of beauty with brains. Ladies Galore i say. I ended up buying four books, two poetry books of Ahmed Faraz and two by OSHO. Trust you me, this knowledge fest that Delhi holds is one helluva experience after The Auto Expo (Boy Thing!).

As mentioned earlier, I usually write in Hindi and Urdu. But i do write in English too. And today i put forward a poem in English to break a preconceived notion of many. A notion that Hindi poets, writers find it hard to go with English. Here it is,


The Priceless Gift today came my way
The Un measurable sorrow came my way
The Bitter moment of Separation came my way
In Your Melody, my soul still sway 

You Dusky beautiful creation
Very much could be my Heaven 
You are the reason all I am today
The priceless gift today came my way

Look what your love made out of me
The poet I never could've imagined to be
And all we're left with is Seperation today
In your melody, my soul still sway

Know you this, you'll be called Happiness
Get free from those shackles and cut that harness
Your Presence, Persona would talk heaps
May you not climb the life ladder, 
You are meant for larger leaps

For you're that pearl of which the sea boasted 
I, the ocean tried a barter and instead got roasted 
If my words make you cry, accept my apology 
For you're the pearl and I, an ocean is my analogy

Words be my blood
I could flow them out for you
Your smiles be my gift
Would do whatever you'd ask me to

But seems there's a bigger BIG planned
And this, was just a GIg planned
Today seems the god's have vanished
The puppet show we've held out,
Must they be famished

I wish you the best of Worlds possible
I also love to believe "Nothing is Impossible"
You're the reason my world goes round
In every possible way, 
To you I'm bound

Dimpesh Rajani


So, coming back to what i said earlier. Everyone goes through a transition. It is entirely a decision of each to his own if they would like to experience a Transformation within that Transition. 

Soon to come out with a book. I hope i meet your expectations. 

Some ending lines in Hindi for you: 

कलम कहती है बलम
लिखते चलो बस लिखते चलो
इस मृत भीड़ में जीव तुम
भिन्न दिखते चलो बस लिखते चलो


Furthermore, here are some links to the poems I've written:

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