Free Bird

Felt like sharing an old poem written ages ago, learning the meaning of Freedom. (still)

As I glide into this endless sea of sky
reaching heights unknown so far..
Deep down..deep deep down..
A fear consumes me
I see a door... Ajar
I know not if i'll enter it..
But.. if i do... I'll run... RUN Afar...

Azaad Parindah (Free Bird)

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Uda tha apne ashiyaan se, un hawayon ke kaafile main

Par na jaane kiske ishaare pe umad aaye badal..

Naye thikaane ki khoj main,

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Fudakte, udte vo fizaayon main jhul raha tha.. paalne ke samaan

Na jaane kahan se hawa ka rukh badla, thi ek dhalaan..

Hairaan, pareshaan, is dauraan...

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Tez raftaar se, far-farata hua ... dikha raha tha apna hunar us shaam

Par na jaane kis shakhs ne bejha tha vah dard-e teer ka paighaam..

Marham lagate hue...

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Sabse paar , safar ki doori tay kar, apne aakhon ke tej par tha use be-panah guroor

Par ittifak se, vah teer cheer gaya uski aankh .. pal main chhin gaya uska noor..

Zillat bhare ehsaas se..

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Unchaai se gir raha tha..... vah zakhmi..

Kisi bhi tarah pair na chhue zameen..kaash ke bacha le koi kagaz ki hi kashti..

Isi hasrat main..

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Girte , behekte vah isi khayal main

Insaaniyat ke fareyb ke gehre savaal main...

Zehn main hiddat... jalte hue...

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Tabhi saamne..., udti.., bohot unchi patang par padi ek nazar

Tut gayi thi jiski dor.., Aainah tha vo uska.., is manzar par

Un ashkon ko pirote hue..

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

'Jis kafir pe dum nikla' tha uska , hua be-aabru

Usi ki khwaish main, ab khoya apna astitva, tha na-maloom..

khokar apne hosh-o-hawas

Ek naye kaarvaan, ek nayi takdir ki firak main..

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udne ke khwab dekh raha tha...

Vo ek ajnabee ko apni dastaan suna raha tha..

Vo bikhre hue pankh sahej raha tha,

Vo udana sikha raha tha...

9.12.09

Wings...

My incandescent love for feathers and birds often also makes me accessorize and 'decorate' myself with them! When just recently when my sister teased me, pulling my leg, and a passing a comment that "You have so many feathers now, you better grow some wings?!" hehe..And so I did! found these beautiful 'Wing' earrings for myself, in the most beautiful of places, up north, while i was enjoying a vacation in the middle of beloved clouds and mountains, rain and rainbows! ;)

Journey to Dharamshala...

 A Freebird, black or white

Has flown away, out of sight

Caressing the clouds, into the blue

With wings of change, vivid and new...

 Breaking the cage of inhibition, she flies

The clipped wings unclipped, she dives,

In hues of creation and love that be

Expands gently the more she gives to thee...

Exploring the infinity far and wide
She formulates within,an adventure ride.
Topsy-turvy, the chasm, the abyss
A black cloak with golden lining, in times amiss...

Freebird...

Sharing a beautiful rendition of a punjabi poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi- Jee Chahe Panchhi Ho Jaava sung by Jasleen Royal.

The original poem and its translation is as follows:

Jee chaahe panchi ho jaavaan,
Ud daa jaavaan, gaunda jaavaan,
Anchuhe sikharaan nu Choo paavaan,
Is duniya deeyaan raahvaan bhul ke
Pher kade na vaapas aavaan.

I wish that I could be a bird
That I could fly, that I could sing,
That I could touch untouchable peaks,
That I could forget the roads of the world,
And never return.

Ja ishnaan karaan vich jam-jam
La Deekaan peeyaan daan da paani.
Maan-sarovar de beh kande
Tutta jiha ik geet maen gaavaan.
Ja baethaan vich khireeyaan royeean
Phakaar pauna itar-sajoeeyaan.
Him-Teesiyaan moiyaan moiyaan
Yugaan yugaan taun kakkar hoiyaan
Ghut kaleje maen garmaavaan.
Jee chaahe panchi ho jaavaan. 

I would bath luxuriously
Drinking long sips of water.
By the shore of a great lake,
I would sing a halting song.
I would go into a flowering wilderness
Gulp the perfume laden winds.
I would warm in a tight embrace,
The peaks of mountains,
Deadened by centuries of freezing cold.
I wish that I could be a bird.

Hoe aahlana vich shatootaan,
Jaan vich jand, kareer, sarootaan,
Aaun poorere de seet faraate,
Lachkaare iyun laen Daaliyaan
JyuN koi Doli kheDe jaReeyaan
Vaal khalaari lae lae jhootaan.
Ik din aisa jhakkarh jhulle
Ud pud jaavan sab hi teelee
Be-ghar be-dar main ho jaavaan.
Saari umar peeyaan ras gham da
Aise nashe vich jind handaavaan,
Jee chaahe panchi ho jaavaan.


My nest would be among the mulberry trees,
On in the caper, the mesquite or the cypress.
When the cold east wind blew
The jewelled branches would bend
As if playing, swaying
With their hair flying in the wind.
One day there would be a storm
And all the twigs would all scatter.
Nestless, homeless, I would become,
For the rest of my life I would drink the nectar of sorrow
And live my life in its intoxication.
I wish that I could be a bird...

source: jee chahe panchhi ho jaava