Tag: Love

  • Rain and You || A Hindi Poem | बारिश और तुम || हिन्दी कविता

    Rain and You || A Hindi Poem | बारिश और तुम || हिन्दी कविता

    Rain and you || बारिश और तुम

    It’s not even April yet, and the heat is already scorching. The sun feels like it’s blasting its flares at max settings. This always brings to mind poet Saumitra’s lines from one of my favorite poems:

    ऊन जरा जास्तय,
    दर वर्षी वाटतं…

    – सौमित्र (अल्बम: गारवा – १९९८)

    On days like this, when the heat is relentless, all you can think about is a cooling shower of rain. And with the thought of rain comes an inevitable flood of memories—some filled with joy, others tinged with pain.

    Today’s poem takes me back to a time when I was experimenting with Hindi poetry. That sweltering summer inspired a collection of ‘rain poems’ in Hindi, and this is one of them. Hope you enjoy it!

    हर पल जब असमान से कुछ बुंदे मेरे उपर गिरती है,
    दिल के किसीं कोनेसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।

    मेरा गिला बदन तुम्हारी यादोसे मेहेकता है,
    मानो महिनोसे झुलसे हुए मिट्टीपे पेहेली बारिश गिरी है।

    कभी बिजली कडकती है, और मै भी थोडा कांपता हू,
    मेहसूस करता हू, जैसे तुम कांपके मुझसे पिहली बरसात मे लिपटी थी।

    तुम्हारा गीला बदन, अभिभी मुझपे ओढे इस खिडकी मे खडा हू,
    रासोईसे आती गर्म कॉफी की खुशबू आज भी तुम्हारेही पसंदकी है।

    खुले खिडकिसे कोई बुंदे जब मुझ पे आंके गिरती है,
    तो दिल की किसीं गेहराईसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।

    —
    आदित्य साठे

    This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.

    Read more of my poems here.

  • Beaches are bae!

    Beaches are bae!

    Mother nature is one of the biggest creative powers I have ever witnessed. And the scale at which she creates is enormous! Massive mountains, vast oceans, beautiful forests, roaring rivers. List goes on. Each of these landforms is a masterpiece in itself. And yet, for me, beaches are bae! Today I don’t recollect the first memory of my beach visit. However, the connection I feel about these ocean-fronts is quite strong.

    Today when I woke up to a beautiful view of the Arabian sea from my resort, this love was revitalized in a moment. As soon as I was done with all morning chores, I was out on the beach inhaling all that ocean smell, feeling soft sand between my toes and clicking photos. The day was full of ocean views as we visited the Korlai Fort Lighthouse and evening was spent again on the Sasawane Beach which is almost in our resort’s backyard. Here are some of my favourite clicks of the day!

    The connection is not just limited to the photos or my experiences. Oceans and beaches have been part of my creative journey too. They have visited some of my poems and stories. I would like to conclude today’s post with a few lines. Do let me know if you also enjoy the ocean and beaches as much as I do!

    पायाशी येती लाटा,
    फेसळून त्या फुटती
    पण माघारी वळताना,
    नाजूक काढती नक्षी.

    आदित्य साठे

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  • Let me go – A love story

    Let me go – A love story

    Samar was trying to get the task done. He has been struggling with this particular task since last morning. He was about to lose his calm if he couldn’t crack this in the next half hour. This was a really unusual thing as he was popular for figuring out the quick solutions about the task which were stuck at a point. But was it really the hard-to-crack solution that was bothering him? Or was it something else? Was it what happened a day before with Sneha? Yeah, it was about her. But exactly what part of their conversation bothered him so much that he couldn’t focus on his work?

    It’s been two years since Sneha and Samar started dating. Some six months before they hunted for a cosy little apartment and moved in together. It was not all lovey-dovey in these two years but they have managed to make it up to each other. They fought, even for the silliest reason but they also knew when to raise a flag for peace. They both have been working in the same company when they started dating. Within a couple of months, Sneha got a good deal at another MNC and she grabbed the opportunity. Samar strongly supported her in arriving at the decision to switch. They adjusted their life around the new change. Spending less time together was really tough. However, they got used to it.

    A day before, Samar finished his work rather early and took Sneha’s favourite flowers just to make her happy after a busy day at her office. She just had started leading a new project. Just like every other new project, initial hick-ups which resulted in stress at the end of the day. So once at home, he tidied the rooms, nicely arranged the flowers in vases Sneha bought when they moved in together. He got up from the sofa and just when he got a message from Sneha “See you in 10, dear”. He knew nothing but strong hot coffee would make Sneha happy. As soon as she smells that aroma, her stress is, Puff!!!! Gone……

    Exactly in 10 minutes the doorbell rang, Samar opened the door. They had set is as rule. “If another person is at home, one will not use the key to open the latch.” Seeing happy, smiling, bubbly Sneha at the door shocked him a bit. She had brought a box full of sweets. She came in, almost pushing Samar out of the way. Opened the box and fed him the sweet. She was surprised to see the flowers. It felt amazing when the aroma of brewing coffee hit her brain. Sneha refused to tell anything before they settled in with the coffee. Samar hurriedly poured their mugs and they settled in the sit out.

    Sneha excitedly pulled the envelope out of her bag and put it in his hands. Samar opened it with excitement. It was a letter from her company. He was thrilled with excitement to know about the content of the letter. His face lit with joy as he read it. Her selection for on-site assignment for the new project got him excited. They decided to hit their favourite club to celebrate the offer in excitement.

    It took a couple of hours for Samar to realise that this was going to be the long assignment. As they were returning from the club, the fact of a 5-6 month long on-site assignment was sinking in Samar’s head. He was quiet when they were getting back. Whenever he is upset, he goes into this introvertive cocoon. He almost stops talking. His replies shorten to one or two words. Sneha had sensed the reason behind his silence, but she chose not to push him. She knew he would take his time to get back.

    Since then, Samar was struggling to accept and get himself ready for such a long period of staying away from her. He knew it was going to be the toughest patch in their relationship. He was not sure about how he was going to handle it. From yesterday morning, Samar was trying to figure out how to make these six months liveable. Sneha knew that he was not going to stop her from taking this assignment. Just when Samar was about to call it a day and head home, his phone beeped. He checked the notification. It was a video message from Sneha. With his finger tap, Sneha appeared on screen with a perfect puppy face, saying “Let me go, dear.” 

    Samar had found his answer…

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  • बटा

    बटा

    This quatrain is about the beauty of flowy hair of love interest.
    ~~~
    येती बटा भाळावरी
    लाटा जशा त्या सागरी
    खेचूनी मज ओढती
    नावेपरी त्या अंतरी
    ~~~
    हिंदी मतलब
    –
    ये तेरी बिखरी लटे,
    जैसे सागर की लेहरे,
    खिच ले मुझे खुदमे,
    जैसे कश्ती छोटी कोई…
    ~~~

  • सूर

    music-159868_1280कधीकधी आठवण येते त्या बंदीशींची,
    त्या सुरांची ज्यात माझं मन पार बुडून गेलेलं असायचं,
    त्याच्या डोळ्यातली चमक वाटायची एखादी सळसळत गेलेली तान तर त्या पापण्यांची उगाच होणारी फडफड ऐकवायची एखादी लकेर.
    त्याच्या कटाक्षात भासायचे मालकंसाचे आरोह अवरोह

    त्याच्या नुसत्या अस्तित्वानेच माझ्या मनात संगीत भरून जात असे.
    अन् माझ्या हृदयाची धडधड त्याच्या हृदयाच्या धडधडीच्या तालाशी जुळवून घेई. त्या नाजूक क्षणात सुद्धा ऐकू येई एखादी बनारसी ठुमरी जेव्हा आमची शरीरे बोलत होती.

    इतकंच कशाला त्याच्या निःशब्दतेत सुद्धा एक अनाहत नाद घुमत होता.

    या संगीताने माझ्यातली पोकळी भरून काढली आणि आमच्यातील द्वैत संपवलं. मेंदूतील कंपनांनी या सुरांशी जुळवून घेतलं आणि कानात हे सूर अखंड वाजत राहिले. त्याच्या संगीताची इतकी धुंदी होती की जणू त्या सुरांच्या बेड्याच पायी पडल्या.

    पण, पण या मैफिलीत सुरसंगत माझी होती, त्याच्या मागे बसून त्या सुरवटींचा पाठलाग करणं हेच जणू माझं प्राक्तन होतं. त्याच्या दुर्गम अशा लायकारीला शरण जाणं भागच होतं म्हणा.

    त्यानी उभ्या केलेल्या या ख्यालविश्वात माझे मंद्र आणि तयार सूर सुद्धा जागच्या जागी चपखल बसले होते, कारण, कारण हे विश्व आमचं होतं. ते सूर “आम्ही” होतो…
    ~~~
    मूळ इंग्रजी मुक्तछंद
    – आरुषी सिंघ

    भावानुवाद
    -आदित्य साठे

  • आठवण

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    आठवण नाही काढत तुझी,
    पण तुला विसरावं कसं हेही कळत नाही,
    दिवस निसटतो म्हणा तसा तासातासाने, पण रात्र, रात्र सरता सरत नाही, जाणवत राहते क्षणाक्षणाने.
    माहिती आहे, आपल्यातला दुरावा आता कधीहि कमी होणे नाही, तू पोचली आहेस त्या मुक्कामावर.
    पण आजही सकाळी उठल्यावर तू करायची त्या वाफाळत्या चहाचा गंध कधीकधी दरवळतो खोलीभर.
    कानाला मशीन नसलं तरी ऐकू येतं तुझं मंजुळ आवाजातलं गुणगुणनं.
    डोळ्याचा चष्मा मानेभोवती दोरी टाकून पोटावर लटकत असला तरी स्वच्छ दिसतं. तुझं उतारवयातलं मउसूत सुरकुती लावण्य.
    पोराबाळांच यथासांग करून तृप्त अंतकरणाने गेलीस निघून अथांगाच्या वाटेवर.
    निदान थांबायचं तरी माझ्यासाठी. काही गोष्टी निस्तरल्या की मीही निघणारच होतो.
    पण तोवर तुझ्या अशा आभासी वावरासोबत जगतो आहे.
    आठवण नाही काढत तुझी,
    पण तुला विसरावं कसं हेही कळत नाही….

    Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Āṭhavaṇa nāhī kāḍhata tujhī, 
paṇa tulā visarāvaṁ kasaṁ hēhī kaḷata nāhī,
divasa nisaṭatō mhaṇā tasā tāsātāsānē, 
paṇa rātra, rātra saratā sarata nāhī,Jāṇavata rāhatē kṣaṇākṣaṇānē.
Māhitī āhē, āpalyātalā durāvā ātā kadhīhi kamī hōṇē nāhī, 
tū pōchalī āhēsa tyā mukkāmāvara. 
Paṇa ājahī sakāḷī uṭhalyāvara tū karāyacī tyā vāphāḷatyā 
chahāchā gandha kadhīkadhī daravaḷatō khōlībhara.
Kānālā maśīna nasalaṁ tarī aikū yētaṁ 
tujhaṁ man̄juḷa āvājātalaṁ guṇaguṇanaṁ.
Ḍōḷyāchā caṣmā mānēbhōvatī dōrī ṭākūna pōṭāvara laṭakata asalā tarī 
svaccha disataṁ, tujhaṁ utāravayātalaṁ ma'usūta surakutī lāvaṇya.
Pōrābāḷān̄cha yathāsāṅga karūna tr̥upta antakaraṇānē gēlīsa nighūna 
athāṅgāchyā vāṭēvara. 
Nidāna thāmbāyacaṁ tarī mājhyāsāṭhī. 
Kāhī gōṣṭī nistaralyā kī mīhī nighaṇāracha hōtō. 
Paṇa tōvara tujhyā aśā ābhāsī vāvarāsōbata jagatō āhē.
Āṭhavaṇa nāhī kāḍhata tujhī, 
paṇa tulā visarāvaṁ kasaṁ hēhī kaḷata nāhī....

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    Your memories don’t haunt me, but I am clueless about how to forget you.

    A day moves by the hour hand of a clock but night, it makes its way by each second.
    I know, we can never breach the distance between us. You have reached that destination.
    But even today, the room gets filled with the aroma of a morning tea that you used to brew. I can listen to the humming in your beautiful voice even if I am not using the hearing aid. I can clearly see your wrinkled silky smooth beauty even though my lenses are hanging on around my neck.
    You have left for the journey of internity after finishing all the duties of a good lady of the house, but you could have waited for me. Even I am preparing to leave as soon as I finish some pending works.
    But till then, I have to live with your shadows around me.
    Your memories don’t haunt me, but I am clueless about how to forget you.
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