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Charudatta Kelkar-a humble servant of words(other account - odysseus)

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  • odysseus_2 7w

    The roots are dying
    and the drying branches have
    lost much of their strength.

    The leaves have begun
    to fall, and it's going to
    be my last autumn.

    It has been ages
    since squirrels, monkeys and birds
    stopped visiting me.

    No one in this world
    can help me restore my lost
    glory and splendour.

    Considered stately
    in my youth, I'd enjoy the
    attention I got.

    I'm past my prime and
    I've prepared myself for the
    inevitable.

    (I may be a snag,
    but I'm not going to be
    entirely useless.)

    I hated parting
    with my leaves but it would mark
    a new beginning.

    I loved to watch my
    leaves dancing on windy days.
    I will miss that now.

    I'd like to enjoy
    a few more autumns before I
    lose my existence.

    My own leaves will not
    be around, but that won't stop
    me from loving it.

    Let me behold those
    calming gorgeous hues and that
    warm golden sunshine.
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    ©odysseus_2

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    Thank you very much @writersnetwork

    *Will be back soon*


    #autumn #haiku #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Autumn

    .
    I'd like to enjoy
    a few more autumns before I
    lose my existence.

    My own leaves will not
    be around, but that won't stop
    me from loving it.

    Let me behold those
    calming gorgeous hues and that
    warm golden sunshine.
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 7w

    The body
    is senescent
    and ailing.

    Yet the
    soul refuses
    to part
    with it.


    शे'र

    ताब-ओ-तवां अब है कहां, इस सन रसीदाह जिस्म में
    पर रूह है ज़िद्दी बड़ी, ये छोड़कर जाती नहीं
    ©charudatta_kelkar

    Tune -
    मुझे दर्द ए दिल का पता न था
    मुझे आप किस लिए मिल गए
    (Mohammed Rafi/Majrooh/Chittagupt)

    ताब-ओ-तवां - सामर्थ्य, ताकत, कुव्वत strength, authority
    सन रसीदाह - बूढ़ा, advanced beyond middle age



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    The body
    is senescent
    and ailing.

    Yet the
    soul refuses
    to part
    with it.


    ताब-ओ-तवां अब है कहां, इस सन रसीदाह जिस्म में
    पर रूह है ज़िद्दी बड़ी, ये छोड़कर जाती नहीं
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 8w

    Ghazal ग़ज़ल


    रहता हूं ग़म की छांव में लब पे मगर मुस्कान है
    बेफ़िक्र दिखता हूं मगर दिल में भरा तूफान है

    हर मोड़ पर अब साथ ही रहती है मेरी बेकली
    परछाई भी लेकिन मेरी ग़म से मेरे अंजान है

    परहेज़ रोने से नहीं, अश्क़ों से भी है दोस्ती
    पर मुस्कराना आजकल लगता मुझे आसान है

    सुख की मुझे भी चाह है इंकार कब मैंने किया
    रुकता है सुख लेकिन कहां वो सिर्फ इक मेहमान है

    तनहा नहीं हूं मैं मगर ख़ारों भरी इस राह में
    होता ग़मों से रूबरू जग में हरिक इंसान है

    जाना है खाली हाथ ही इक दिन सभी को छोड़ कर
    हंसते हुए निकले ये दम दिल का यही अरमान है
    ©charudatta_kelkar

    I dwell in the shadows of sorrow yet a smile adorns my lips
    Let not my carefree countenance deceive you for there's a storm raging inside me

    My restlessness accompanies me everywhere
    But(Isn't it unbelievable that...?) even my shadow is oblivious of my grief

    I don't abstain from (or abhor) crying and I'm friends with tears
    But nowadays I find sporting a smile much easier than shedding tears..

    Even I crave pleasure and I've never denied it
    But pleasure is just a guest and it doesn't like to spend much time with me

    Yet (what sweetens this bitter pill to some extent is the fact that) I'm not alone on this path filled with thorns
    Every person in the world has to deal with sorrows

    Sooner or later all of us have to perish and that too with empty hands
    My heart has a modest desire and that is "to depart with a smiling face"
    ©charudatta_kelkar

    @mirakee @hindiwriters @writersnetwork
    #ghazal #hindi #hindiwriters #mirakee #song #hindipoetry #impermanence

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    I dwell in the shadows of sorrow
    yet a smile adorns my lips
    Let not my carefree countenance
    deceive you for there's a storm
    raging inside me

    I don't abstain from - or abhor - crying and I'm friends with tears
    But nowadays I find sporting a smile much easier than shedding tears..

    रहता हूं ग़म की छांव में लब पे मगर मुस्कान है
    बेफ़िक्र दिखता हूं मगर दिल में भरा तूफान है

    हर मोड़ पर अब साथ ही रहती है मेरी बेकली
    परछाई भी लेकिन मेरी ग़म से मेरे अंजान है

    परहेज़ रोने से नहीं, अश्क़ों से भी है दोस्ती
    पर मुस्कराना आजकल लगता मुझे आसान है

    सुख की मुझे भी चाह है इंकार कब मैंने किया
    रुकता है सुख लेकिन कहां वो सिर्फ इक मेहमान है

    तनहा नहीं हूं मैं मगर ख़ारों भरी इस राह में
    होता ग़मों से रूबरू जग में हरिक इंसान है

    जाना है खाली हाथ ही इक दिन सभी को छोड़ कर
    हंसते हुए निकले ये दम दिल का यही अरमान है
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 8w

    गीत

    हुईं राहें जुदा अपनी, मुझे अब तुम भुला देना
    निकलकर दूर माज़ी से, नई दुनिया बसा लेना

    मेरी उल्फत बनी इक दास्तांं गुज़रे ज़माने की
    नहीं है बात वैसे ये कोई आंसू बहाने की
    कहानी मानकर इसको हंसी में तुम उड़ा देना

    ये वादा है कभी तुमपर कोई इल्ज़ाम ना होगा
    मेरे ग़म के तरानों में तुम्हारा नाम ना होगा
    किताब-ए-ज़ीस्त से मेरे निशां तुम भी मिटा देना

    तुम्हें थी चाह जिसकी वो सहारा मैं न बन पाया
    हुआ क्या पर अगर हमदम तुम्हारा मैं न बन पाया
    किसी रोशन सितारे से जहां अपना सजा देना

    Loose translation

    We're on our own separate paths
    now and you ought to forget me.
    Break away from your past
    and settle a new world.

    My love has become a
    story of a bygone era.
    In any case, it's not
    something worth crying for.
    Treat it as a work of
    fiction and laugh it off.

    It's a promise that there will
    be no blame on you.
    Your name will not figure
    in my lamentations.
    You too, may remove my traces
    from the book of your life.

    I couldn't become the pillar of
    support that you had desired.
    "That I couldn't become your
    soulmate shouldn't matter to you."
    Go ahead and beautify your
    world with a resplendent star.

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    We're on our own separate paths
    now and you ought to forget me.
    Break away from your past
    and settle a new world.

    My love has become a
    story of a bygone era.
    In any case, it's not
    something worth crying for.
    Treat it as a work of
    fiction and laugh it off.


    हुईं राहें जुदा अपनी, मुझे अब तुम भुला देना
    निकलकर दूर माज़ी से, नई दुनिया बसा लेना

    मेरी उल्फत बनी इक दास्तांं गुज़रे ज़माने की
    नहीं है बात वैसे ये कोई आंसू बहाने की
    कहानी मानकर इसको हंसी में तुम उड़ा देना

    ये वादा है कभी तुमपर कोई इल्ज़ाम ना होगा
    मेरे ग़म के तरानों में तुम्हारा नाम ना होगा
    किताब-ए-ज़ीस्त से मेरे निशां तुम भी मिटा देना

    तुम्हें थी चाह जिसकी वो सहारा मैं न बन पाया
    हुआ क्या पर अगर हमदम तुम्हारा मैं न बन पाया
    किसी रोशन सितारे से जहां अपना सजा देना
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 9w

    Ghazal

    दुश्मनों की क्या कहें हम, दोस्त भी कुछ कम नहीं
    जानकर भी ग़म हमारा आंख उनकी नम नहीं

    यूं मोहब्बत के चमन में छा गया दौर-ए-ख़िज़ां
    लौटकर आया कभी फिर वस्ल का मौसम नहीं

    कल हमारे दम कदम से बज़्म थी जिनकी जवां
    क्यों उन्ही की दावतों में आज शामिल हम नहीं

    ना कभी पीछे हटे राह-ए-वफ़ा से हम मगर
    आज दामन में हमारे आग है शबनम नहीं

    जब चराग-ए-दिल बुझा तो फिर फलक क्या चांद क्या
    है अमावस ही हमारे भाग में पूनम नहीं

    बोझ लगती है हमें ये ज़िंदगी अब हर घड़ी
    सांस भारी हो रही है, पर निकलता दम नहीं
    ©charudatta_kelkar

    Dhun : Manzilein apni jagah hain raastey apni jagah...


    Loose translation

    Why should I single out my foes
    when my friends are no different?
    They know what I've been going
    through yet their eyes aren't moist...

    The season of union hasn't returned
    ever since autumn, the season of decay,
    devoured the beautiful
    flower garden of my love

    It's heartbreaking to see that I'm
    not being included in the bashes
    thrown by those, whose gatherings
    were once enlivened by me.

    I never deviated from the path of fidelity
    But what have I received?
    In my lap, you'll witness only scorching
    flames, not soothing dewdrops...

    Of what relevance are the sky and
    the moon to me when the very light
    that was illuminating my heart
    has been extinguished?
    Pitch darkness is my destiny
    There are no full moon nights for me....

    Every moment of this wretched
    life feels burdensome now...
    Even breathing has become a
    painful activity...
    Why isn't the messenger of death
    coming forth?
    ©charudatta_kelkar

    @mirakee @hindiwriters #hindiwriters @writersnetwork #mirakee #ghazal #song #hindi

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    Why should I single out my foes
    when my friends are no different?
    They know what I've been going
    through yet their eyes aren't moist...

    Every moment of this wretched
    life feels burdensome now...
    Even breathing has become a
    painful activity...
    Why isn't the messenger of death
    coming forth?


    दुश्मनों की क्या कहें हम, दोस्त भी कुछ कम नहीं
    जानकर भी ग़म हमारा आंख उनकी नम नहीं

    यूं मोहब्बत के चमन में छा गया दौर-ए-ख़िज़ां
    लौटकर आया कभी फिर वस्ल का मौसम नहीं

    कल हमारे दम कदम से बज़्म थी जिनकी जवां
    क्यों उन्ही की दावतों में आज शामिल हम नहीं

    ना कभी पीछे हटे राह-ए-वफ़ा से हम मगर
    आज दामन में हमारे आग है शबनम नहीं

    जब चराग-ए-दिल बुझा तो फिर फलक क्या चांद क्या
    है अमावस ही हमारे भाग में पूनम नहीं

    बोझ लगती है हमें ये ज़िंदगी अब हर घड़ी
    सांस भारी हो रही है, पर निकलता दम नहीं
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 9w

    गीत

    ढली सांझ लेकिन सजन तुम न आए
    हुए और गहरे उदासी के साए
    हिया में मिलन की लिए आस फिर भी
    खड़ी हूं यहीं मैं निगाहें बिछाए

    कहानी नई नित कहां से मैं लाऊं
    पिया और कितने बहाने बनाऊं
    ज़माने की नज़रों से कबतक बचूं मैं
    ये अश्क़ों के धारे कहां मैं छिपाऊं

    सजन एक मुद्दत से हम मिल न पाए
    मेरे मन की बगिया में गुल खिल न पाए
    कहीं ढल न जाए बहारों का मौसम
    कहीं देर हो ना हो, ख़िज़ां छा न जाए

    न यूं खेल खेलो न ऐसे सताओ
    विरह की अगन में मुझे ना जलाओ
    मेरी पीर समझो मेरा दर्द जानो
    कहां छिप गए हो, चलो पास आओ
    ©charudatta_kelkar

    Loose translation

    Total darkness is about to overthrow
    dusk but you haven't turned up, oh my darling
    The shadows of melancholy
    have deepened
    Yet I stand here, with my heart
    still hopeful of uniting with you,
    and my eyes desperate to behold you.

    How do I produce new stories everytime I wish to go out to have a clandestine meeting with you?
    I am literally running out of pretexts, Oh sweetheart
    How long will I manage to save myself from the vigilant eyes of the world (and)
    Where do I hide the stream of my tears?

    My dear, we haven't met in ages
    The flowers in the garden of my
    heart have ceased to bloom
    What if this beautiful phase of spring passes?
    What if it's too late and autumn,
    the season of decay takes over?

    Don't play such cruel games with me; don't harass me
    Don't let me burn in the furnace of separation
    Realize my grief; understand my pain
    Where have you concealed yourself? Please come out of hiding and come to me

    @hindiwriters @mirakee @writersnetwork #hindi #hindiwriters #song

    #Song #Hindi #Poetry #Shayari

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    Total darkness is about to
    overthrow dusk but you
    haven't turned up, oh my darling

    The shadows of melancholy
    have deepened

    Yet I stand here,
    with my heart
    still hopeful of uniting with you,
    and my eyes desperate to behold you.


    गीत

    ढली सांझ लेकिन सजन तुम न आए
    हुए और गहरे उदासी के साए
    हिया में मिलन की लिए आस फिर भी
    खड़ी हूं यहीं मैं निगाहें बिछाए

    कहानी नई नित कहां से मैं लाऊं
    पिया और कितने बहाने बनाऊं
    ज़माने की नज़रों से कबतक बचूं मैं
    ये अश्क़ों के धारे कहां मैं छिपाऊं

    सजन एक मुद्दत से हम मिल न पाए
    मेरे मन की बगिया में गुल खिल न पाए
    कहीं ढल न जाए बहारों का मौसम
    कहीं देर हो ना हो, ख़िज़ां छा न जाए

    न यूं खेल खेलो न ऐसे सताओ
    विरह की अगन में मुझे ना जलाओ
    मेरी पीर समझो मेरा दर्द जानो
    कहां छिप गए हो, चलो पास आओ
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 9w

    I've lost the way and
    entered this grand assembly.
    Can you guess where I'm?

    It's a gathering
    of eminent poets and
    I'm a misfit here.

    I feel out of place
    here; in fact I feel like I'm
    an alien here.

    But these eminent
    artists are kind so they won't
    mind if I sit here.

    The recitation
    is on and I find a place
    in a dark corner.

    Here comes the king of
    haikus, accompanied by
    the queen of sonnets.

    Look how the master
    of couplets greets the empress
    of odes and ballads!

    Cinquain and tanka,
    Triolets and limericks,
    Tyburns and nonets

    Free verse and blank verse
    Monorhymes and palindromes
    Lanturne and naani

    You just name the form
    and you're sure to find someone
    who has mastered it!

    Intense emotions
    Glittering words, diverse hues
    Exquisite verses

    "The nectar of their
    metaphors" fills the goblets
    of my craving ears.

    They succour my poor
    soul and I wouldn't want this
    assembly to end.

    Multifaceted
    precious jewels have brightened
    up this carnival.

    I possess a crude,
    unpolished pen and almost
    no writing talent.

    My rough, unshapely
    pebbles can never be a
    part of this treasure.

    But I can be here,
    and savor the moment, and
    that's more than enough..
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    servant_of_words_csk
    ©odysseus_2

  • odysseus_2 10w

    गीत

    भरी बज़्म में दिल जलाते रहे
    जिगर पे वो खंजर चलाते रहे
    किसी ग़ैर की बांह थामे हुए
    मोहब्बत के नग़मे सुनाते रहे

    अजब दुखभरी है कहानी मेरी
    बनी इक सज़ा ज़िंदगानी मेरी
    मेरी जान जिनमें बसी है वही
    किसी और से दिल मिलाते रहे

    जुदाई के ग़म में झुलसता रहा
    शब-ए-वस्ल को मैं तरसता रहा
    भुलाकर वो वादे वफ़ा के मगर
    शब-ओ-रोज़ खुशियां मनाते रहे

    मैं बेताब प्यासा खड़ा हूं इधर
    मेरे हाल की है उन्हें भी खबर
    मगर बनके साक़ी सनम बेवफ़ा
    किसी अजनबी को पिलाते रहे

    कभी राज़-ए-दिल ना सुना दूं कहीं
    न खुद को तमाशा बना दूं कहीं
    यही सोचकर मैं रहा चुप मगर
    मुझे बारहा वो चिढ़ाते रहे


    Loose translation


    She kept evoking jealousy in me at the gathering....and stabbing me in the heart
    Holding the hands of a stranger, she kept
    singing love songs

    Isn't my story bizarre and full of pain?
    My life has turned into a punishment
    The one who means the world to me is
    hanging around with someone else

    I continue(d) to burn in the sorrow of separation... waiting desperately for the night of union
    But she chose to forget her promises of fidelity,
    and kept celebrating during this entire period

    Here I stand, thirsty... and running out of patience...
    Despite being fully aware of my condition
    my unfaithful darling has (turned into a barmaid and) opted to serve a stranger

    I've remained tightlipped as I don't want to make a spectacle of myself by revealing in public the secrets of my heart
    but my sweetheart continues to tease and bother me again and again
    ©charudatta_kelkar


    #spectacle #wod #hindi @mirakee @hindiwriters @writersnetwork

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    Isn't my story bizarre and full of pain?
    My life has turned into a punishment
    The one who means the world to me is hanging around with someone else

    Here I stand, thirsty... and running out of patience...
    Despite being fully aware of my condition my unfaithful darling has (turned into a barmaid and) opted to serve a stranger

    गीत

    भरी बज़्म में दिल जलाते रहे
    जिगर पे वो खंजर चलाते रहे
    किसी ग़ैर की बांह थामे हुए
    मोहब्बत के नग़मे सुनाते रहे

    अजब दुखभरी है कहानी मेरी
    बनी इक सज़ा ज़िंदगानी मेरी
    मेरी जान जिनमें बसी है वही
    किसी और से दिल मिलाते रहे

    जुदाई के ग़म में झुलसता रहा
    शब-ए-वस्ल को मैं तरसता रहा
    भुलाकर वो वादे वफ़ा के मगर
    शब-ओ-रोज़ खुशियां मनाते रहे

    मैं बेताब प्यासा खड़ा हूं इधर
    मेरे हाल की है उन्हें भी खबर
    मगर बनके साक़ी सनम बेवफ़ा
    किसी अजनबी को पिलाते रहे

    कभी राज़-ए-दिल ना सुना दूं कहीं
    न खुद को तमाशा बना दूं कहीं
    यही सोचकर मैं रहा चुप मगर
    मुझे बारहा वो चिढ़ाते रहे
    ©charudatta_kelkar
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  • odysseus_2 10w

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    The pandemic forced
    me to retreat to my old
    house in a small town.

    My first job was to
    make the place habitable
    and it was painful.

    But I, being a
    good endurance athlete,
    loved such challenges.

    The task was on the
    verge of completion and I
    was in the bedroom.

    My gaze fell upon
    my old wardrobe, lying in
    an obscure corner.

    I walked up to the
    ebony giant and flung
    its huge doors open.

    A glance inside and
    a thousand memories came
    rushing back to me.

    There were a dozen
    colourful costumes inside,
    Were they teasing me?

    The actor in me
    had been long dead but not those
    painful memories.

    Here was a Hamlet
    who was betrayed by his close
    friend Horatio.

    And an Othello
    whose sweetheart Desdemona
    had choked him to death.

    And a Romeo
    whose darling Juliet had
    poisoned and stabbed him.

    There were a few more
    unlucky guys who'd met with
    a similar fate.

    Why had those attires
    not been burnt off? Were they some
    kind of mementos?

    I had to tell one
    of my local friends to find
    me a scrap dealer.
    ����


    ©charudatta_kelkar

    Image credit : Rightful Owner

    (A reversal of roles in Shakespeare's plays)

    #wardrobe #wod #haiku #senryu @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • odysseus_2 10w

    "Poems are mosaics
    made of broken pieces of
    heart." my friend told me.

    "How could pieces of
    a broken heart be a work
    of art?" I wondered.

    How can a heartbreak
    ever inspire someone to
    create an artwork?

    Pieces of glass or
    stone can undoubtedly form
    a great piece of art.

    But glass splinters make
    you bleed, stones hurt, and yes, they
    have no emotions.

    But sadly, my heart
    is fragile, so it's been at
    the receiving end.

    Bitter memories
    I have aplenty and I can't
    obliterate them.

    And the more I try
    to erase my scars, the more
    they tend to show up.

    Forming a mosaic
    with those broken pieces is
    beyond my purview.
    © charudatta_kelkar




    The pieces of my broken heart refuse to come together
    For they believe they'll create a horrendous mosaic
    No amount of metaphors can help me bring them closer
    So forgive me if my verses sound almost entirely
    prosaic



    ����
    (Right now mending my
    broken heart is gonna be
    my priority.

    I think "looking for
    a muse" should be my first step
    towards treating it.)
    ����

    (fictional)

    Image credit : Rightful owner


    #mosaic #wod #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork #haiku #senryu

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