EXPLOITATION OF MAN

THIS BREAD KOVO -Dylan Thomas

This bread cut was once wheat

This wine upon a foreign tree

Sank wrist

Man the day or wind at night

... Stalks threw down, crushed the joy of the grape.

Once in this wine the summer blood 
beating amid the flesh covering the vines 
once the bread that 
Wheat was the wind happy. 
Man shatter the sun, the wind dragged down.

This flesh chop, this blood chyneis 
vein deserted, 
Wheat and Grape was 
Born from the sensory root and sap. 
Wine is my drink, my bread you grab.

Translation: Maria Archimandritou

from tadeefi.wordpress.com by my dear friend Efi Georgopoulou 

LOVE IS A FLOWER !!!

You and I

 

YOU and  I

 

 

Maulana Jalaludin Rumi




---daman
02/05/2013

CEMENT DI NAZM

eh cement di nazm

main suniaen tu jaa rahi hain
ki sach much tu jaa rahi hain !

eh cement di nazam ;
muskrandi paee hai;
merian sadhran di mazar te;
khwahishan de rakhean nu
oongh kyon hai aa gayi
eh tan mere imtihanan
di hai pehli hi bhalak!

auh vekh!
daswin chhat te
do phull khide han;
eh vekh meri akh cho
hanjhu kire han!

bhukhian akhan
bhukhian roohaan,
saawi neeli parchian pharh
ik boti mas layi
khehbar rahian han;
zindagi hai k masaan hai!

door neele parbatan di
kukh vichon dhuan jamyaen
neele asmanan di akh vich
saon jharian paa gaya hai;
mere jazbe, bhukh dian
sardalan te so gaye han!
raat de parchawaean vich
khayal mere jhau gaye han!

par,
jadon aawengi tu
agli bhalak!
zindagi de surkh hothan te;
chumman lehrange,
surkh phullan di palak te
aus thar tharayegi!
aas joohan vich
suche supne gidha paonge!
aathne de gaisu
purwa malakare chhoh jayegi!

es cement di nazam de
kaafiye main bhann deyanga;
mereyan chawan di holi ;
khedan da ehnu dann deyanga
is di nehsi kabar te,
mitti di muth payengi na!

agli bhalak aawengi jad
agli bhalak aawengi jad!!

---daman

Central Secretariat Chandigarh designed by Le Corbusier is
euphimistically called a 'poem in concrete' There used to be a cafetatia on
the tenth floor of the building where green and blue
tokens for lunch, tea etc were sold to visitors and employees.In the far north one could see white smoke emanating from
Surajpur Cement Factory. This poem was written with these
symbols in mind!!

KUCH TO HAWA BHI SARD THI ---

Kuch to hawa bhi sard thi, kuch to tera khyal bhi,
dil ko khushi ke sath sath hota raha malal bhi;

baat wo aadhi raat ki,  raat wo poore chand ki,
chand bhi ain chet ka, us pe tera jamal bhi;

sabse nazar bacha ke wo, mujhko wo aise dekhta,
eik dafa to ruk gayi, gardishe mah o saal bhi;

dil to chamak sakega kya, phir tarash ke dekh lein,
sheesha garan e shahr ke hath ka yeh kamal bhi;

Us ko na pa sake thay jab dil ka ajeeb haal tha ,
ab jo palat ke dekhiye baat thi kuch muhaal bhi !!!
                                                                       (Parveen Shakir)



---daman
22/09/2012