Monday, February 21, 2011

मैं - वह

हँसी के साथ मौत का विरोध !!!!
कमर के साथ हथियार,
असामान्य बुद्धि के साथ,
युद्ध और मौत ,
दांत ,
सामने साथ के साथ मांस .
बेतुका सवाल, दरवाजा खोलने के लिए, मन का होना पानी!!! .

उपजाऊ भूमि युध्यस्थल नहीं ,
उपजाऊ है विकास और परिवर्तन ,
अपनी गहरी जड़,
उसका प्रसार ,
यह कहाँ से आता है.
युद्ध पृथ्वी पर हैं . 
रूपरेखा टूटती कारणों की ,
विद्रोह असंगत,
असंगत कार्रवाई,
अनुपस्थित क्रांति,
निहित प्रतिक्रिया ! !!!!! अनुकरणीय ?

दुनिया पुरानी त्वचा ? नई केचुली , नए शूटिंग-शर्टिंग , बारिश,
सांचा, रात, दांत, बर्फ,
सूरज उगता है,
खून के छल्ले,................ आकाश नया मजाक लाता है,
पैर पूंछ , या बालों में पंख है यह सवाल है!!!!!!!!!!!
मक्खन चाकू की साथ जो मुद्रा ,
मालूम रहे दुनिया को ....जो फैलता है?

अपरिवर्तित ,
परमाणु बदलते हैं,
चन्द्रमा जो पर्दा डालता है,रंग धुंधलके से, और अनन्त.
अभी भी झूठ बोला है और जमीन पर सच- झूठ?

अपने भाले पर अपनी आँखें ,
अंतर खोलता है,
रोशनी के फ्यूज और एक चिमटी के साथ पुनर्जन्म और प्रसार,
दुनिया किनारों का मिश्रण!!!!
मुद्राओं के साथ बासी मे बदलने के लिए, चुप्पी चिल्लाती है,

के साथ,
के खिलाफ,
के लिए,
समाज अपनी क्षण - क्षण मृत्यु के लिए,
स्तुति गाते है,
कई अनोखे पूर्वगामी,
इतनी चुप भूमि.......... कांपते दरवाजे, गड़गड़ाहट ध्वनि पिटाई शोर ,
काली फिर बड़ी भैंस,...........अक्षर .
पैरों पर सिर,
वह ..यह ,
देखने के लिए और,
इतनी चुप भूमि ,
कांपती ,
आ देखें,

मैं - वह ,
सार्थक ....
मैं-- का युद्ध पृथ्वी पर हैं हम उड़ान ,
हम शोक,
"हम" मन विपरीत हैं हम लड़ रहे हैं,
आसमान गरजदार हैं और ध्वनि गड़गड़ाहट के रूप में पृथ्वी कांपती है,
दौड़नेवाला खुर,
गड़गड़ाहट या भूमि की धड़कन देखने के लिए .........कोई और,
मैं - वह,
देखने के लिए और भी ,
मैं....का ऐंठना ,
मैं का बड़बडाना.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely -and why?

We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.

Rainer Maria Rilke


Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,

unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

Rainer Maria Rilke


I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.

If this presumptious seems, God, may I be forgiven.
For what I want to say to you is this:
my efforts shall be like a driving force,
quite without anger, without timidness
as little children show their love for you.

With these outflowing, river-like, with deltas
that spread like arms to reach the open sea,
with the recurrent tides that never cease
will I acknowledge you, will I proclaim you
as no one ever has before.

And if this should be arrogance, so let me
arrogant be to justify my prayer
that stands so serious and so alone
before your forehead, circled by the clouds.

Rainer Maria Rilke

A............................. Archaic Torso of Apollo

We cannot know his legendary head

with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.

Rainer Maria Rilke

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Flowed sound...........

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

  painting, painting, painting, painting,//// /// ///// //////////////
rain,rain, run, rain, pond,seeds,breeze,rain rain //////
I went crazy last night, love ran into me and said:
'I am coming, do not shout, do not tear your clothes, speak no more.'
'O love!' I said: 'I am afraid of other things.'
'There is nothing else' it said: 'speak no more.
I shall whisper hidden w...ords into your ear;
...You just nod in approval! except in secret speak no more!'

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


Whoever looks seriously will find that neither for death, which is difficult, nor for difficult love has any clarification, any solution, any hint of a path been perceived; and for both these tasks, which we carry wrapped up and hand, on without opening, there is no general, agreed-upon rule that can be discovered. But in the same measure in which we begin to test life as individuals, these great Things will come to meet us, the individuals, with greater intimacy. The claims that the difficult work of love makes upon our development are greater than life, and we, as beginners, are not equal to them. But if we nevertheless endure and take this love upon us as burden and apprenticeship, instead of losing ourselves in the whole easy and frivolous game behind which people have hidden from the most solemn solemnity of their being, then a small advance and a lightening will perhaps be perceptible to those who come long after us. That would be much.

स्थगित ईश्वर-God postponed

Bodily delight

Bodily delight

Bodily delight

Bodily delight

Bodily delight is a sensory experience, not any different from pure looking or the pure feeling with , which a beautiful fruit fills the tongue; it is a great, an infinite learning that is given to us, a knowledge of the world, the fullness and the splendor of all knowledge.-Rainer Maria Rilke

Bodily delight

Vaak,(Homeage to Christina)

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. Always trust yourself and your own feeling, as opposed to argumentation, discussions, or introductions of that sort; if it turns out that you are wrong, then the natural growth of your inner life will eventually guide you to other insights. Allow your judgments their own silent, undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be forced or hastened. Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Saturday, February 12, 2011



सारे जोड़ -घटाव,
बचपन की सीखो के,
झूठे पड़ गए है अब ,

अपना जीया कोई नहीं काटता,
...अपने ही हाथो से,

इतिहास घटाना नहीं जोड़ना सिखाता है ,

सीखे थी सारी शेष की
दशमलव की...................
शेष से अशेष की.........

Friday, February 11, 2011

what is originality?to see something that has no name ...hence cannot be mentioned although it stares us in the face' ....Friedrich nietzsche

opend and closed

a monk
asked his teacher
'what is my self?'

he answered
'something hidden
whihin your self'.
the monk
what this was.

the teacher
opend and closed
his eyes.  Zen Saying