⁜ BartKon Playlist ⁜
teri bina sajana, dil bhi paraya lage hai re. ⁜ My Mind is a Stranger Without You - A.R. Rahman /// they are turning my head out, to see what I'm all about. keeping my head down, to see what it feels like now. but I have no doubt, one day we're gonna get out. ⁜ Lovers in Japan - Coldplay /// knocked out, but boy, you better come to. don't die, you know, the truth is some do. go write your message on the pavement. burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant. ⁜ Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers // afsos hota hai, dil bhi yeh rota hai. sapne sanjota hai, pagla hua soche ye, hum the mile tum se na jaane kyun. ⁜ Tu Jaane Na - Atif Aslam /// and I just got broken, broken into two. still I call it magic when I'm next to you. ⁜ Magic - Coldplay /// and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. when everything feels like the movies, yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive. ⁜ Iris - Goo Goo Dolls /// keh do keh har vakt mere mein, buniyad meri tum yun banke rahoge. keh do ke, meri raahon mein, haath mere to tum thame rahoge. aur udne lagoon main yun kahin, to zameen pe tum le aaoge. ⁜ Buniyaad - The Yellow Diary /// she is everything to me. the unrequited dream, a song that no one sings, the unattainable. she's a myth that I have to believe in. ⁜ Vermilion Pt. 2 - Slipknot
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DAY 5879
Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 23/24, 2024 Sat/Sun 10:23 AM
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March 24 .. birthday greetings to Ef AMIT Trivedi .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️
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March 24 .. World TB Day .. prayers .. 🙏🏻
Spending the time with the words of Babuji is not just an education but a revelation of a poet's mind and soul .. a mind that wanders in the visionary hemisphere unknown and unseen in a relative World, but yet possessing the intelligence of the probability of a higher philosophy ..
For it all to come to me now , is a shame .. a shame of lost opportunity and time to have been spent in the research and his presence to be able to understand the deeper meanings in his thought ..
I did on the odd occasion give intent of his interpretation and reason for many of his thoughts .. and they were most revealing .. but then .. time passed away .. as did his presence ..
It is a known and accepted fact that genius of creative art, writing, painting, music or whatever form, has always been overlooked and never given its due during the lifetime of the artist .. and it has been recognised fact of this phenomena that coerces me to, yet again , mention here for consumption of the mass ..
A pity ..
But the efforts of time , or whatever is left in it for me , shall endeavour to give some exposure to Babuji's works and his incredible genius ..
The World has very seldom seen or experienced the greatness of such ..
Last night I spent time on one such random thought of his from a published work :
नई से नई, पुरानी से पुरानी
it contains works of his in short verses, or abstract from , blank verse - short and expressive , but of immense value for us all to think and wonder of how certain thoughts and the express of them , do get created ..
The title of the Poem :
KAVI KA RAKT .. A POETS’ BLOOD
meri band mutthiyaan dekhkar .. seeing my closed fists
jis-jis ne mujhse poocha, .. all those that asked me
“ismein kya hai” ? .. ‘what is inside them’ ?
maine imaandaari se bataya , .. i told them with all honesty
“ismein kya hai ? .. ‘what is in them
ismein kadamb ka phool hai “ .. in them is the kadamb flower ? "(Neolamarckia cadamba, with English common names burflower-tree, laran, and Leichhardt pine,[2] and called kadam or cadamba[2])
aur logon ne is par .. and the people on this
sahaj vishwaas kar liya .. did keep their instinctive believe
vo to jab .. that is, when
meri mutthiyaan se .. from my clenched fists
rakt ki boondein choone lagein .. drops of blood did start to drop
tab logon ne mujhe avishwaas ki nazaron se ghoora, .. then, did the people did stare at me in disbelief
mujhse kaha .. and they told me
“mutthiyaan to kholo ।” "at least open your fists"
aur jab maine mutthiyaan kholein .. and when I did open my clenched fists
to unmein .. in them
kantkeela dhature ka pahal nikala । .. did come out the thorn laden datura fruit !
(Datura is a genus of nine species of highly poisonous, vespertine-flowering plants belonging to the nightshade family. They are commonly known as thornapples or jimsonweeds, but are also known as devil's trumpets. Other English common names include moonflower, devil's weed, and hell's bells.)
main sharmaya, .. I was ashamed
mera jhoot pakda gaya ,.. my lie was caught
mujhe apne par aashcharya hua, .. I was filled with wonder ,
kyunki maine apni ankhein kholkar .. because I had with my open eyes
kadamb ka phool apni mutthiyon mein liya tha । .. taken the kadamb flower in my clenched fists !
shayad mai apni bhavatishayata mein ।.. perhaps in the belief of my aatma , the self , the soul
kante ko phool samjha, .. I thought the thorns to be a flower
par kaanta , kaanta hi kaise reh gaya , .. but how did the thorn , remain a thorn
phool kyun nahin bana , .. why did it not become a flower
usnein toh ek kavi ka rakt piya tha । .. it had consumed the blood of a poet !!
the word भावा ति शय यता , bhavatishayyata seems to have been taken from a form of the mention in the scriptures of Hindu philosophy, saints and religion , which is why i believe it refers to his aatma, his soul , his inner .. perhaps a more 'cultured way' 😁 of expressing his thoughts ..
DATURA
KADAMB .. CADAMBA 👆🏼
My love and more ..
Amitabh Bachchan
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i love cliches . i love love. i love jhumkas, nose rings, skies, books , ghalib , elia , hell i even love the geet.
Shayad we all have spent a very sum of our life to be unique . To be that unique person jisy kuch alag karna hai.kuch hat k ... but idk as cliche as it sounds hum sab aik jesy hain . tab jab hum kuch likhy aur hazaro log us sy itfaq karty nazar hain . tab jab hum Elia ko parhty hoye usi dard mein chaly jaty hain tab jab hum Gulzar ko parhty hoye kisi sy muhabbat shuru karty hain . kher mera kehny ka matlab tha we all have that common point - the connecting point jissy hum aik dosry sy jurty hain . Kitny dost banaty hain .. school k pehly din "yaar tumhe bhi maths boring lagta hai " sy uni k "oh tum bhi kitaben parhty ho" tak . Magar... is sab k bawjod bhi hum sab kitny alag hain naw? Humari apni personallitis hain .
You might hear 10,000 people saying "blue tou mera favourite color hai" magar? Ab jab tum neela asman dekhty ho ya gehra neela samundar dekhty ho tou woh 10,000 log tou nahi yaad aty naw. yaad kon ata hai ? Woh jiska blue favourite color hai . Kher, lambi hogayi hai baat .. me keh raha tha i love cliches.. i love love.
Kyun k shayad jab hum apna cliche jee rahy hoty hain tab woh kahan cliche lagta hai?
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