sense is unnatural.caution is unnatural.humility is?
rules are unnatural.highways are unnatural.making is?
art is unnatural.may be science too.food is?
cavewoman tied creepers around her i tie truths.
what is truth?what i see is truth.but i see lies so lies are actually the truth.
point is basically all has gone w-a-r-p-e-d in perspective!
Charles Eames was a famous designer and design thinker..
a quote from a book about him i read,i thought i should share it here.
He often quoted from bhagvad geeta,"work done with anxiety about results is far inferior to work done without such anxiety,in the calm of self surrender."And he often attributed this idea to the physicist Richard Feynman,"Choose your corner,pick away at it carefully,intensely and to the best of your ability,and that way you might change the world."
book:100 quotes by Charles Eames, edited by Carla Hartman and Eames Demetrios
feet float flown
heavy, as air before the rain.
tough i stay
witty waiting wailing (a little)
dreaming, as water in a pond.
big and round
beautiful and glowing
slow and graceful, it all seems.
but nothing comes out.
am not scared,you are.
jaan paryo na mein ka, aage paachhe re
baithe jyo guni yeh hai, poochhat inaso mein
bataide kahan, ye aage paachhe re
(raga :hameer, composition by Pt.Kumar Gandharva)
why am i quoting this?
because this starts running in veins,
a truth again to be narrated in an expression.
a sur.a lay.a feeling.
he does it and you carry it within.
one doesn't only sing it.
it kills me.
ajab duniya continues
(in a loop)
ro ro apna jeevan khoye
kyun mathe tilak lagaye sajaniya?
(from a traditonal 'kajari'in Des)
may be when i have no answers
i grope with the words written by unknown people
lost in tradition.alive in music.
if there were answers,nothing would be
written or sung or expressed.
(note:preet,here i feel is love at large in all its forms felt towards all alive and gone)
and may be the ultimate is to get lost to never find it!
"get lost",they say.it makes sense.
bihag and marubihag come along like two friends,
two ends of the same spectrum.
of sweetness and of pathos.
of undying hope and of longing.
complementary and yet connected.
i found my dry eyes shining back with water.
and i could relate to the bandish.eyes are an only truth.
e mora re
laagi naina, hamare
aao aao garava lagao
sada rang more balama re
e mora re
(naina:eye; mora:mine; garava:neck,body; balama: friend)
Sakhi man lage na
Kahu jatan jin
manat nahi mora jiya samazay rahi
Na jaanu baalam
mile kab hun preet lagaye pachhataye
i fly and drown once again and forever...
don't know why it hits so hard
hits and stays..strays..stays
no words to say what i actually want to say
Junuka: tu ithe yenar!
Junuka: khup saman ahe?
noopur: nahi tas
noopur: philips cha taperecorder
Junuka: cdya ani casets
noopur: ani itar satar fatar wastu
noopur: antharun pangharun ithe ch sodnar
Junuka: ho arthat
dabe batlya hi
ani fridge hi
Junuka: bhinti ani chhat
kapade walat ghalayachya dorya
Junuka: kathade ani aakash
balcony tun disarana chandra..
Junuka: ani uun
ani to paus
noopur: musaldhar pawasanantar gharat shiranar.. pawasach paani..
chikhal an waraa..
Junuka: dole galnare ekte kshan
ani kahi utsahi ratri
noopur: udaas sandhyakali
Junuka: ghaichya pahati
noopur: rengalelya dupari..
Junuka: takka jagya madhyaratri
noopur: ghar manasanni bharalela asatanach eketpan..
Junuka: kadhi ekta astana vatlela fullness ani anand
hruday bharnarya kshani
tap tap paani
Nirguni bhajan by Kabeer
Ghat ghat mein panchhi bolata
aap hi dandi,aap tarajoo
aap hi baitha tolata...
sab ban mein sab
jad chetana mein dolata...
kahat kabeer suno bhai sadho
man ki gundi kholata...