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Friday, October 7, 2011

What to do with these Tears!

Monday, September 12, 2011




Tuesday, September 6, 2011


      It was 5th of September yesterday which is celebrated as Teachers Day in India.
    My wife had to visit a hospital for routine surveilance by the doctors.
    My wife has spent her whole life guiding the children and helping them better their prospects in life.
    We spent practically the whole day in the hospital undergoing medical tests and their evaluation. We had a harrowing time, but seeing the misery of others we forgot our own plight. We admire the dedication and courage of doctors and other nursing staff who are serving admirably under such stress.
     In the evening we returned home thoroughly exhausted and tired after a drive of more than two hours.
     On arrival we were pleasantly surprised to see two of her ex students waiting for her to greet and for saying 'Thank You Teacher, we love you for being a great teacher'.
     This is life...sweet and not so bitter ....



Mer Beti Ahiste chalo

Meri Beti, meri sun
Raftar Khatarnak hai !
Masoom hansee
Dilkash si ada
Bholi si shakal,
Irade Napak hain !
Sheerin alfaz,
Hathon mein chhure,
Kandhe pe jaal,
Pase pusht kafas,
Tapakti laaren
Ankhon mein hawas !
Maine dekha hai
Khilti kaliyon ko
Ujadate baghon ko
Chahkati chiriyon ko,
Jhapatey baazon ko
Bikhartey sapnon ko,
Chhoot tey apnon ko,
Har kadam soch ke rakh,
Apna bhala bura parakh,
Zamana taras nahi khata
Mauka milne pe
Hai dass jata,
Zara ahista chalo !

Ahista chalo Meri Beti ! Ahista !!
Raftar khatarnak hai !
Main to kuchh der mein
Utth jaoonga
Phir kabhi laut
Naheen paoonga
Meri baatein zara
Ghaur se sun,
Zyada aale jaale tu na bun.
Gutargun pyar nahin hota,
Har baat ko taul, parakh
Sach jhooth mein
Hota hai farak,
Zamana taras nahin khata
Mauka milne par hai dass jaata !!
Ahista chalo, Meri Beti Ahista !


Tuesday, August 23, 2011


BougainvilleaImage via Wikipedia
Red bougainvillea
has put its arms
around the white pillar
on this cold frosty night;
the moon is silently looking
through the clouds
with half closed eyes at

the lovers on the beach;
it has gone behind the clouds;
silently they slipped out

singing a song of love,
mingling their song 
with the dancing waves!

The whole night
they roamed
on the beach gathering seashells!

Wet sand over their bodies,
their faces,
their hands
their hair, 
tired smiles 
sprinkled all over 
the horizon.

White pillar has turned to stone.

Bougainvilea is swaying 
in the morning breeze.
Nobody knows what 
happened between the lovers
in the night!


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Gun Drill in Snow !!!

Sarpass - HimalayasImage via Wikipedia
Just after my marriage I posted to Nefa now called Arunachal Pradesh. My unit was stationed at Sela Pass at a height of 4250 m. approx. You can understand my feelings if you have ever been in a situation like this.

We had to report for duty at 'unearthly' hour of 7 am. We were located in a bowl like depression surrounded by high mountains. The sun used to rise well after 10 am and that too only for a brief spell. After  light warming up exercises we practiced gun drill with our howitzers. After about two hours we used to break off for tea.

Sela PassImage by BOMBMAN via Flickr It was the middle of June but the weather here was extremely chilly. As usual, we had been practicing the gun drill with our howitzers in the morning, in the knee deep snow. 

At about 11 a.m. the weather suddenly turned from bad to worse. Soon it started snowing heavily. We sprinted back to our bunkers. We were as happy as the children who suddenly are told by the teacher that there shall be no classes today.

Enroute Tawang, Sela PassImage by freebird (bobinson|ബോബിന്‍സണ്) via FlickrIn an effort to warm ourselves we struggled to light our  'samovars' to warm up the bunker but the wood was not sufficiently dry.A colleague suggested that we pour 'rum' over the twigs to help them burn, but all in vain.  We were unable to make ourselves even a cup of tea.

Thus disappointed and teeth chattering  we decided to get into our beds and play cards. Maj. Ravi warned us not to do so since it was still the duty hours. He warned us it was  against the rules.

Ravi was a 'pakka fauji' who never tolerated any deviation from the discipline for which  we often jeered at him as 'an OG mind' an acronym for  'Olive green' the colour of our Army uniform.  

Thus frustrated we put on some extra blankets and started singing loudly our favourite Hindi film song 'aa ja sanam madhur chandni mein hum tum miley to veerane mein bhi aa jayegi bahar' to wash away our blues. We were waiting for the skies to open up.

Soon it was dark and the snow was falling intermittantly. There was no let up in the snow storm. To make it worse we had also exhausted our  weekly quota of rum. Thoroughly frustrated we curled up in our beds and tried to go to sleep but in vain.

We were suddenly startled by strange noises in the middle of  the night. The sounds were coming faintly right beyond the corrugated sheets which served as the gate of our bunker. It seemed someone was digging and trying to remove the snow. We tried to leave our beds in order to find out the matters. Our blankets and 'rajais' were thoroughly wet and heavy. There was a furious storm and snowflakes had blown in from the chinks almost burying us under the snow. There had been a severe avalanche in the evening burying our bunker partially with snow.

Our colleagues who were lucky to have escaped were furiously digging the snow with shovels and pickaxes. All of us heaved a sigh of relief on being rescued. We thanked our stars for being alive and hugged friends in gratitude.
(Copyright of photos belongs to the respective owners)

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Friday, July 22, 2011


MYTIKASImage by stefg74 via Flickr

peak like
young tits
is covered with
snow again !

A desire
has come to a boil
in the heart
of the young night!!


ਖਵਾਹਿਸ਼ !

ਜਵਾਨ ਉਭਾਰਾਂ ਜਿਹੀ
ਇਸ ਚੋਟੀ ਉਤੇ
ਫਿਰ ਬਰਫ ਪੇਈ ਹੈ ;
ਇਕ ਖਵਾਹਿਸ਼
ਰਾਤ ਦੇ ਕੁਆਰੇ
ਸੀਨੇ ਅੰਦਰ
ਉਬਲ ਪੇਈ ਹੈ !!



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Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Falling Snow - stuck at home
Image by Serge Melki via Flickr
ਹਾਇਕੂ !
ਬਰਫ ਦੇ ਫੰਬੇ
ਡਿਗ ਡਿਗ ਪੇਣ
ਮੁਹਾਠ੍ਹਾਂ ਉਤੇ
ਸੀਨੇ ਦੀਯਾਂ ਹ੍ਵਾੜਾਂ
ਖੋਰ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ
ਪਾਣੀ ਪਾਣੀ ਕਰੀ ਜਾਂਦਿਯਾਂ ! 

--- ਦਮਨ
੧੯/੦੭ /੨੦੧੧


falling on my door!
my sorrows
melting these into
water !

--- daman

(No copyright of image is claimed.It belongs to the rightful owner) 

Friday, July 1, 2011

A forest fireImage via Wikipedia
                   ਦਿਲ ਵਿਚ ਸੀ ਕਿ  ਆਖ ਸੁਨਾਸਾਂ

ਗੱਲ ਹਿਜਰ ਦੀ ਸਾਰੀ 
ਗਿਲਾ ਗੁਜ਼ਾਰੀ;
ਤੁਧ ਬਿਨ ਅੰਦਰ ਭਾਂਬੜ ਮਚਦੇ 
ਸੀਨੇ ਚਲਦੀ ਆਰੀ 
ਮੁਸ਼ਕਲ ਭਾਰੀ ;
ਖਵਾਬਾਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਟੱਪ ਬਰੂਹਾਂ
ਝਾਤ ਸਜਣ ਜਦ ਮਾਰੀ 
ਜਾਵਾਂ ਵਾਰੀ ;
ਦਿਲ ਵਿਚ ਵੱਸੀ ਸੂਰਤ ਸੋਹਣੀ
ਭੂਲੀ ਗਿਲਾ ਗੁਜ਼ਾਰੀ 
ਸਭ ਹੁਸ਼ਿਆਰੀ !

I had wished that I shall tell all 
my pangs of separation;
there is a fire raging in me 
and pain is sawing my heart
but when my love
stepped out of my dreams
I was speech less!
''English translation''

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Tuesday, June 28, 2011


Red-vented Bulbul Pycnonotus cafer in Kolkata,...Image via Wikipedia
My 'bulbul' is visiting me this year again.

I am soooo excited.

Last season it had made its nest in our front yard in the moneyplant just next to our main entrance. It used to keep a watchful eye on us whenever we were leaving or coming back from work. 

We had  built up a mutual  trust. We were careful not to disturb it while it was sitting in its nest and on its part it used to hop out whenever we put some food tidbits, small insects, some apple and other fruit pieces for it. We used to respect its privacy and were meticulously careful not to disturb it. Just as we do not like anyone to intrude upon our domain similarly their nest is their private niche and they will protect it at any cost.

It was fun to watch it incubating its eggs...turning them after a certain time...constantly keeping its watchful eye on the possible dangers from intruders. We were the honorable exeption of course.

It was very fascinating to watch its partner sitting on a wire a little distance away and at a vantage point, to warn it of the invaders and at times deflecting their attention from their intended attack by suddenly swooping on them scaring them away vigorously pursuing them to the limits of their territory.

It didn't mind our going close to its nest and looked the other way reassured that we shall not harm its nest. 

It laid four brown speckled eggs and hatched lovely chicks and reared these chicks.

One morning at day break we were awakened by their vigorous chirps. We rushed out to find that one of the chicks had hopped out of its nest and the bulbul mom trying to protect it from prowling cats. We gently picked it up and put it on the window sill.

We were happy to protect it but were also sad. We knew that the time had come to say 'goodbye' to them. By next morning they were gone but mother 'bulbul' still used to visit us, followed by its youngones, to collect food tidbits and insects.

We were satisfied to watch them from a distance and prayed that they
visit us again next summer.

Bye my bulbul!!


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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

رتاں دی پیڈان  دا نگمہ
'واوان دی جھولی پاوانگا
دھرتی دی پاٹی جولی نو
آہاں دا توپہ لاوانگا
میں کل ایتھے  پھر آوانگا

کل میرے جذبے منگن گے
پریتال  دے سوہل چانن دا کر
میں کل موت برووہان  لنگھ کے
جیون دے  در  تک جاوانگا
میں کل ایتھے پھر آواں گا

جیون دی ڈھلدی لو اندر
میں سپنے مردے ویکھے نے 
میں چانن دی اوک لگا کے
راتاں دا غم  پی جاواں گا 
میں کل ایتھے پھر آواں گا
یہ گیت نومبر ١٩٦٢ کو رسالہ پنج دریا میں شایع ھوا              


A song

The Gentle Path to the BeyondImage by Stuck in Customs via Flickr

ਰੁੱਤਾਂ ਦੀ ਪੀੜਾਂ ਦਾ ਨਗਮਾ
'ਵਾਵਾਂ ਦੀ ਝੋਲੀ ਪਾਵਾਂਗਾ
ਧਰਤੀ ਦੀ ਪਾਟੀ ਜੁੱਲੀ ਨੂੰ
ਆਹਾਂ ਦਾ ਤੋਪਾ ਲਾਵਾਂਗਾ
ਮੈਂ ਕਲ ਐਥੇ ਫਿਰ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ !!

ਕਲ ਮੇਰੇ ਜਜ਼ਬੇ ਮੰਗਣਗੇ
ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੇ ਸੋਹਲ ਚਾਨਣ ਦਾ ਕਰ
ਮੈਂ ਕਲ ਮੌਤ ਬਰੂਹਾਂ ਲੰਘ ਕੇ
ਜੀਵਨ ਦੇ ਦਰ ਤਕ ਜਾਵਾਂਗਾ
ਮੈਂ ਕਲ ਐਥੇ ਫਿਰ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ !!

ਜੀਵਨ ਦੀ ਢਲਦੀ ਲੌ ਅੰਦਰ
ਮੈਂ ਸੁਫਨੇ ਮਾਰਦੇ ਵੇਖੇ ਨੇ
ਮੈਂ ਚਾਨਣ ਦੀ ਓਕ ਲਗਾ ਕੇ
ਰਾਤਾਂ ਦਾ ਗ਼ਮ ਪੀ ਜਾਵਾਂਗੇ
ਮੈਂ ਕਲ ਐਥੇ ਫਿਰ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ !!


ਇਹ ਗੀਤ 'ਪੰਜ ਦਰਯਾ' ਰਿਸਾਲੇ ਵਿਚ ਨਵੰਬਰ ੧੯੬੨
ਨੂੰ ਛਪ੍ਯਾ!


Monday, May 2, 2011

My heart

Salix × sepulcralis at Ostpark in Frankfurt am...Image via Wikipedia

Hanging on a
withered branch of
a willow tree,
on this hot afternoon
my heart can see 
beyond the horizon
where sea meets the sky,
the waves dash to smithereens
on these heartless rocks;
it aches to hide a
soothing breeze in its folds
to make it run in my blood.....


Sunday, April 17, 2011

I dwell like scent
in jasmine flowers;
I sound like pitter patter
on fallen leaves;
My footprints are etched in 
the sands of time;
Waves carry me on a 
palanquin on their shoulders;
I am your neighbour
I am your youthful love!
Come to my cottage;
in the dead of the night;
My eyes are eager to see you
Just look inside yourself!
I am here!


Friday, April 8, 2011

ਦਿਲ ਦੇ ਬੈਠੀ 
ਬੇਦਰਦੀ ਨੂੰ 
ਜੋ ਦਿਲ ਦੀ 
ਰਮਜ਼ ਨਾ ਜਾਣੇ;
ਦੀਦ ਨੂੰ ਤਰਸਣ
ਨੈਣ ਅਸਾਡੇ 
ਅਸੀਂ ਕਮਲੇ 
ਲੋਕਾਂ ਭਾਣੇ;
ਨਾ ਉਸ ਕੋਈ 
ਸੁਨੇਹਾ ਘਲੇਯਾ 
ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ਪਤਾ ਟਿਕਾਣਾ :
ਜੰਗਲ ਬੇਲੇ ਫਿਰਾਂ ਢੂੰਦੇਂਦੀ 
ਝੋਕ ਮਾਹੀ ਦੀ ਜਾਣਾ;
ਹਾਰ ਹੁੱਟ ਜਦ ਅੰਦਰ ਵੇਖਾਂ
ਮੇਰੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਯਾਰ ਰੰਝਾਣਾ


I have given my heart 
to the heartless one;
who doesn't know 
what love is;
My eyes pine for him
people call me crazy;
he neither sent any message,
nor I know his whereabouts;
I searched for him in the 
and in the meadows;
I looked for him in my heart at last
and I find him smiling !!!!!


Monday, March 14, 2011


ARUNA SHANBAUG had a dream!

She had a dream to live a life of dignity...a life of happiness and marital
bliss...Normal for any young bubbling girl of 25 years.

Today she has been deserted by her family. Even her fiance with whom she had spun dreams for a decent life left her after two years.

Engaged to a juior doctor in the same, King Edward Memorial Hospital in Parel Mumbai. They had planned to open a medical consultancy after marriage.

Her dreams were shattered one evening when a junior conservancy worker resentful of being commanded by a female, attacked her in the basement of the hospital, while she was changing after finishing her shift. She was choked by a dog chain and raped. The blood supply to her brain was stopped and her vocal chords damaged.It left her brain dead and paralysed.

Today she screams at all male voices and becomes angry, frothing at the mouth and gesturing violently.

Her colleagues and juniors are now her immediate family who are looking after her like a baby, bathing her,feeding her, moving her to avoid cramps and bedsores,and changing her regularly. They have no obligation to do so except love for her...They are doing a selfless service for her. They fought tooth and nail to save her from being put to sleep through euthanasia. They took out candlelight vigil in her support and for justice.

They were extremely angry to know that a social activist had moved the court to put her to sleep through euthanasia on the plea that she was lying in a permanent vegetative state. They had even planned to strike work if the court had allowed the plea. They collectively prayed for her to be spared from euthanasia.

All the staff of KEM hospital and specially the nursing staff were happy and beaming from ear to ear.They danced and distributed sweets. They even fed Aruna sugar which she likes.

Aruna has been spared euthanasia and she lives on....It is a victory of love!


Thursday, March 10, 2011


The earth will fool the farmer with bounty.
The sun be drawn by horses of darkness,
Rivers will flow backward to their source
and fish dry up in an arid sea
Before I grieve for another woman.
I shall be hers in life and death.

terra prius falso deludet arantis
et citius nigros Sol agitabit equos,
fluminaque ad caput incipient revocare liquores
aridus et sicco gurguite piscis erit,
quam possim nostros alio transferre dolores:
huius ero vivus, mortuus huius ero.

by: Sextus Propertius (tr. not by me)

posted by Daman

Friday, February 25, 2011


Le vieux canoë rouge...!!! (7/9)Image by Denis Collette...!!! via Flickr

You a polestar
in my thoughts
shrouded in clouds of agony and pain
waiting for a sunny morn

Put the doubts aside
My friend,
the clouds are breaking
blown away by the
winds of love.
....    ....    ....


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Urdu Ghazal !

A photograph of Mirza GhalibImage via Wikipedia

Urdu Ghazal is a poetic form of expression of both love ...(ishq)..and pangs of separation from the      beloved. The yearnings of the heart and unfulfilled desires are the major themes of the 'ghazal'

It is principal poetic form consisting of strict requirement of rhyming couplets which are minimum five in number and upto fifteen .
It was popularised by Persian mystics like Jalal-u-din Mohammad Rumi in 13th century and Hafez in the 14th century .

No writing about Ghazal will be complete without a mention of Mirza Ghalib. Mirza Ghalib wrote ghazals in Persian and Urdu both.

This ghazal of Ghalib is my favourite !!!!

It is my heart after all, not a stone or a pebble,
why would it not cry with pain
I shall cry a thousand times
why should someone harass me!!!(trans.)

Dil hi to hai na sang-o-khisht,
dard se bhar na aaye kyon !!!
royenge ham hazar baar ,
koi hamein sataye kyon!!!

dair nahin haram nahin,
dar nahin aastan nahin,
baithe hain rah guzar pe ham,
ghair hamein uthaye kyon !!!

jab woh jamaal-e-dilfaroz
soorat e meher e neem-roz,
aap hi ho nazara soz
parde mein munh chapaye kyon !!!

dashna e ghamza jaan sitaan
naawak e naaz be panah,
tera hi aks e rukh sahi
samne tere aaye kyon !!!

Qaid e hayat bande gham,
asl mein dono ek hain,
maut se pehle aadmi
gham se nijaat paye kyon !!!

husn aur uspe husn zan
rah gayee bulhawas ki sharam,
apne pe aitemaad hai,
ghair ko aazmaye kyon !!!

waan wo gharoor e iz'z o naaz,
yaan ye hijab pass o waza,
raah mein ham mile kahan,
bazm mein woh bulaye kyon!!!

haan wo naheen khuda prast,
jaao woh bewafa sahi ,
jisko ho deeno dil azeez,
uski gali mein jaye kyon !!!

'Ghalib' e khasta ke baghair
kaun se kaam band hain ,
royee e zaar zaar kyon,
kijiye haay haay kyon!!!

Name: Autumn impression - acorns. Location: Mü...Image via Wikipedia
झड गईंआं टाहली दीयां पत्तिया
वे यार !
ते टाहली दी एह लाश
यारा ! मेरी तकदीर है !

ढल गयी खिजावा दी जवानी
मेरे यार !
ते बाहर
तेरे ख्वाब दी ताबीर है !!


ਝੜ ਗ਼ਯੀਆਂ ਟਾਹਲੀ ਦੀਯਾਂ
ਇਹ ਪੱਤੀਆਂ ਵੇ ਯਾਰ!
ਤੇ ਟਾਹਲੀ ਦੀ ਇਹ ਲਾਸ਼ !
ਯਾਰਾ ਮੇਰੀ ਤਕ਼ਦੀਰ ਹੈ !

ਢਲ  ਗਈ ਖਿਜ਼ਾਵਾਂ ਦੀ ਜਵਾਨੀ
 ਮੇਰੇ ਯਾਰ!
ਤੇ ਬਹਾਰ
ਤੇਰੇ ਖਵਾਬ ਦੀ ਤਾਬੀਰ ਹੈ !!


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Main Yahin hoon !!

walking in the woodsImage by massdistraction via Flickr
main yahin hoon aas paas
door nahin
abhi aata hoon !

palkon ke dwar
band mat karna
abhi aata hoon !

kuchh sapne
bikhre pade hain 

sahej loon
abhi aata hoon !

chandni bula rahii hai
baat sun loon
abhi aata hoon !

मैं यहीं हूँ आस पास
दूर नहीं
अभी आता हूँ

पलकों के द्वार
बंद मत करना
अभी आता हूँ
कुछ सपने
बिखरे पड़े हैं
सहेज लूं
अभी आता हूँ

चांदनी बुला रही है
बात सुन लूं
अभी आता हूँ !!