Posted in Today's feel'swings'

Mirth and maturity

” I counted my years and discovered that I have
less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.

I have more past than future.
I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies.
The first ones, he ate ungracious,
but when he realized there were only a few left,
he began to taste them deeply.

I do not have time to deal with mediocrity.
I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflamed egos.

I am bothered by the envious, who seek to discredit
the most able, to usurp their places,
coveting their seats, talent, achievements and luck.

I do not have time for endless conversations,
useless to discuss about the lives of others
who are not part of mine.

I do not have time to manage sensitivities of people
who despite their chronological age, are immature.

I cannot stand the result that generates
from those struggling for power.

People do not discuss content, only the labels.
My time has become scarce to discuss labels,
I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry…
Not many candies in the bowl…

I want to live close to human people,
very human, who laugh of their own stumbles,
and away from those turned smug and overconfident
with their triumphs,
away from those filled with self-importance,
Who does not run away from their responsibilities ..
Who defends human dignity.
And who only want to walk on the side of truth
and honesty.
The essential is what makes
life worthwhile.

I want to surround myself with people,
who knows how to touch the hearts of people ….
People to whom the hard knocks of life,
taught them to grow with softness in their soul.

Yes …. I am in a hurry … to live with intensity,
that only maturity can bring.
I intend not to waste any part of the goodies
I have left …
I’m sure they will be more exquisite,
that most of which so far I’ve eaten.

My goal is to arrive to the end satisfied and in peace
with my loved ones and my conscience.
I hope that your goal is the same,
because either way you will get there too .. ”

by Mário de Andrade

Mario de Andrade is a Brazilian poet. This is his poem – Mirth and maturity.

Posted in Today I hear..

Ruke Ruke se kadam..Ruke baar baar chale..

(1-1)

Genre : Ghazal

Film : Mausam

 

Singer : Lata Mangeshkar

Lyrics : Gulzar

Music : Madan Mohan

 

Ruke Ruke se kadam ruk ke baar baar chale

Ruke Ruke se kadam ruk ke baar baar chale

Qarar leke tere dar se bekarar chale
Ruke Ruke se kadam ruk ke baar baar chale
Ruke Ruke se kadam
Subah na aayi kai baar neend se jaage
Subah na aayi kai baar neend se jaage
Ki ek raat ki ye zindagi guzaar chale
Ki ek raat ki ye zindagi guzaar chale
Ruke Ruke se kadam
Uthaye phir dekhe ehsaan dil ka seene par
Uthaye phir dekhe ehsaan dil ka seene par
Le tere kadamon mein kazr bhi utaar chale
Le tere kadamon mein kazr bhi utaar chale
Karar leke tere dar se bekarar chale
Ruke Ruke se kadam ruk ke baar baar chale
Ruke Ruke se kadam
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Listened to this song/ghazal for the first time in Indian Idol auditions. Hope concluding into detachment is what attracted me to find and listen to it fully. I feel lyrics always flourish in sad emotion than any other. So this is the new and interesting bit of  Hindi poetry I found this week about half-hearted delusions in life.
You can find the song link below –
English translation of the lyrics and back story are here –
Posted in Today's feel'swings'

A poem

Everyday it’s the same thing, every night it’s the same sky.
Looking same is not a compliment to those who never thought they could.
Ridiculed the rain drops for years on hold,the long I stood.
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Routine that pass the day into a night
Restlessness that turn the night into bright
Will someday the better claim be achieved
By someone or you
Who actually believed.
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Make out the same ends differently this time, can’t I?