A LOVE STORY BY THE RIVERSIDE.

The River By Bruce Springsteen.

I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
Wed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

Wed go down to the river
And into the river wed dive
Oh down to the river wed ride

Then I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river
And into the river wed dive
On down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the johnstown company
But lately there aint been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember, mary acts like she don't care
But I remember us riding in my brothers car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river though I know the river is dry
Down to the river, my baby and i
Oh down to the river we ride

R2 ZS

CATCHING THE MOONLIGHT WITH YOU............

THE MOON IS MELTING IN YOU.

I try to hold it with curiosity, with many blinks on my eyes,

It’s sparkling to my sight, making shadows on my nose tip, a real disguise,

Near to my mouth though, I try, can not but, drink the reflect,

It shows no body, its soul as if doesn’t need one, truly intellect,

It casts self, harmlessly on anything comes within the path,

The lost soul of the mighty white has possessed you, and now,

Me, I, think to steal it from you, or take it from you, shall I?

Borrow it, from you?

Whisper comes, sings to me, you are the smith who melts,

The white ore, from the blue,

The moon is melting in you.

Its cold, at some turns, it’s warmer at some, how?

A melting ore, I surprise, should be? Can not be a snow.

A center of the rose line, would not make me smoke,

At this time of time, the second, the minute, the hour sword,

Could certainly not choke!!!

Is it you, that cooling down the molten, but I have nothing,

To say, that I have seen or been to place like Bolton,

Why I am shivering, why my tooth are fighting with a song,

Why am I rubbing my future lines to burn the coming wrong,

Oooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Whisper comes, sings to me, you are the smith who melts,

The white ore, from the blue,

The moon is melting in you.

You shine; you make it fake, just similar to the real shining ore,

Still at this place, I swore; where, I will lie never anymore,

The real, takes millions of tic-tac, stated earlier I, too profound,

Greed, I would ever have of them, if they gave rhythmic sound,

Making millions of paper cut with them, giving happiness around,

With yours, I would have gone in depth of alchemy,

Conversion made, by me, of your fake to physical blasphemy,

Wandering in to the dreamland, just like the book of Paulo,

Making a stretch of Viennese waltz, just on the tune of your Aulo,

Whisper comes, sings to me, you are the smith who melts,

The white ore, from the blue,

The moon is melting in you.

I push my ears, and exhaling inside, making the zero thought,

Into a live atmosphere,

Thinking I was doing, at your side, may be an invisible conversation was happening here,

Will you miss me, ‘coz I am a traveler, cursed to ever roam,

Would you mind showing the path, to my doomed heart, clearing your settling foam?

A tide comes within your compassionate being towards me,

I fly into the Trans, a very paranormal of me,

It feels like a sweet pain in my palm, a cold pain, a very cold,

What? I awake, I say, from the sudden,

Whisper comes, sings to me, you are the smith who melts,

The white ore, from the blue,

The moon is melting in you.

I wish I would have been the light of the mighty white,

To be always with you,

‘Coz you are living, giving, winning, charming, singing, flowing

And now melting,

Whisper comes, sings to me, you are the smith who melts,

The white ore, from the blue,

The moon is melting in you, the moon is melting in you.

R2 ZS.

Song Of River Luni For Her Loved Pilgrims !!!

Ajmer, a divine place made holy by a Sufi, who blessed all of the incomplete heart came to his stoppage. For the same need of prayers, many legs stuck in the sand and made a awful print on the blanket of ivory diamonds, always shining, always gliding with air, always dropping, always tumbling with slight of the move as if gonna construct a new tomb with each blow of air from her........!!!!!!! Her? Who? Yes she is the one who gives shiny strengths to the diamonds people have filled their eyes with, but with the sweet inkling of retina, she says that she is the one who is going to remove them, who is going to save their drying throats in the voyage of reaching to a place where they can stand and spread or combine their hands, irrespective of their casts, for the numbness left in their small lives. In this voyage she is with them, a small voyage of fulfilling their dreams with their prayers, which never goes unidentified by the holy soul, with white cloths, and a purest of heart, once landed on her banks only. Blessed her to give a relation to the pilgrims coming for his stoppage, told her to live and share a bloody pulse with them, of them. Told her to Breathe with them.

She is Luni, a Purest of them all, who always nurtures the true thirst of the needful lost and found in the sands, she is joyful, she is dreamy, she is running on the shallow land to fill up the deepest of the emotions of human kind, the pilgrim who accompanies her each year for few miles, she loves each of them, she is happy this year also. She is going to live in the memories of an old men, of a joyful child, and when they will shed their heart at the Sufi's Stoppage, she is going to relive again, she is going to flow as she has been doing for ages, she is going to breathe, she is going to sing as they part their roads, she is going to sing, she sings, she is singing ....................

"I see your face in my mind as I drive away,
Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way.
People are people,
And sometimes we change our minds.
But it's killing me to see you go after all this time.

Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie,
It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see.
Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down,
Now I don't know what to be without you around.

And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, noone here to save me.
You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
And I can't,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.

Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt.
Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve.
But people are people,
And sometimes it doesn't work out,
Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out.

And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
And I can't,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.

It's two a.m.
Feelin' like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know it's not easy,
Easy for me.
It's two a.m.
Feelin' like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know this ain't easy,
Easy for me.

And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, noone here to save me.

Ohhh

I can't,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to. "

	Taylor Swift - Breathe .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

R2 ZS.

A HEART BLEED OF A PURE RIVER MADE IMPURE............

After the Apocalypse, every thing shaded, shattered, gone, nothing to hold, nothing to loose, no one to see, no one to feel, no one to talk to, an impure river, who used to wash everybody's sins, who had washed every dirt from the derm and from heart, remembers her last companion, she is happy that she is free, she will no longer be a cleaning sins but creating a lovable world which she last time had made a mistake in making. but she is sad also that she has lost her only companion, a young boy, who used to talk to her when the world was dying, when she was dying, when love was fading, she remembers him, she cries, she asks the sun, the sky to give her rain that can reincarnate her from the sins she has cleaned, from the grief she is feeling of her loss, from the world which has always made her believe that she is pure but killed a life in her, she sings, she laughingly cries and she sings....................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"A new day has...come

I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear


Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you


Hush, love


I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has...come


Where it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy


Hush, love


I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has...come


A new day has...come
Ohhh, a light... OOh" !!!!!

Wish Her, Bless Her, Leave Her, ......... Save Her!!!

R2 ZS.

A fisher man Song

Let me tell you story first, Have we ever thought what is the depth of a pain, while you are getting detached from your own home, from your own mother land, from your own rains and from your own cattle that grazes on the first green sprouts getting reincarnated from the ivory heaven. i know you and many of us dont know anything about the grief that one feel for the land, for the water and for the River that is nurturing all of this relations with her, with each other, making them alive. Sure we must respect the existence of flowing river, a goddess, a mother to a fisherman who lives by her, with her, for her and dies with the same, the following is a beautiful song by CHANTAL KREVIAZUK - FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME, which i think explains and feels the returning feeling of a fisherman who knows nothing but to catch a fish, and had to go away from her (the river) to make living, leaving her behind to the fate of her, which has been bounded and perverted due to unexplainable damage caused by so called creation of one world. but still the fisherman and the river connects with each other, converses and the fisherman says in his heart for the companion he has always missed in the jungle of grey trees which surely can be sky touching but cant bring the diamonds from the white foam present on his head, he gasps the smell coming from her, tastes her mist in the his tongue and thinks, sings, feels..........

Something' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself

Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms

There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast

Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been

And how long I've been so alone

And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along

And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street

And a siren wails in the night

But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me

And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me

And how long I've waited for your touch

And if you knew how happy you are making me

I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

	Chantal Kreviazuk - Feels Like Home .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

R2 ZS.

Have a heart of belonging to some one like her, Some one like him, have a life that you can feel flowing like a River.

I am feeling like falling leaf………………

Standing tall is a tree on your bank,
Talking with your flows, as the wind blows.
Bark of its doubtfully brown and rough,
If one touches it. Can feel the growing molds.
Slippery it’s for the squirrels to climb,
Enjoying the chameleon, laughing and wind,
Its tail holding the branch, from the end, swinging in your air,
I am walking side by side, underneath, watching like a fair,

I miss a pebble, lying in its roots, making a sound with,
Open arms and heart, I am feeling like a falling leaf in to you.

I still watch the lizard, doing a break dance with its tail,
I laugh and copy it, bad though, as your music plays,
A spin comes with white foam in it, on the bank,
Watch it with amazed, I, feel it can crash any rank,
If, bored from living, I would have thought to jump,
In to it, and made my straight enter to heaven,
Thinking I ooze a drop at start of my brows,
Taking it on my finger, I see it, as glows,

Throwing it away with a whip of my nail, I make a prompt move,
Open arms and heart, I am feeling like a falling leaf in to you.

There are no doubts in my sense, no concerns for the nonsense,
World, which does understand not, your love, should be unfenced,
We this time at your shore, counting bubbles and smiling in hearts, think something is living still there which can breathe,
I am thinking why but, I am conversing with the tree, the mold, the squirrel, and the lizard,
Can’t take oath but, can we promise you, will save this moment in our hearts,
Connected by you, we are all living by you, thinking of it, with,
Open arms and heart, I am feeling like a falling leaf in to you.
I am feeling like a falling leaf in to you,
I am coming to you,
I am feeling like a falling leaf in to you……………!!

R2 ZS.

LOVEMIGHTY

Blueness of your eyes was the prime reason
Why I fell in love with you
Why I longed for you
Why I proposed to you
Why I waited for years for love to grow in your heart
Why I used to hold your hand and to explore your eyes for moments togather
Why I developed a habit
to sit on Marine Lines
and to stare your eye-coloured sea whenever I missed your sea-coloured eyes
Why I got the world out from my world
Why my existance melt like a Himalaya glacier
And turned into the flow of a river
Why no check-dam could prevent it rushing towards you

You were as simple as the calculation of 1+1
You simply went on loving me
I could never estimate the intensity of your love-
Until the day when we were to depart forever.
When I kissed your tears
It tasted sweet.
I'm obliged to the ocean within you-
that let its taste transformed
For the sake of just a flow of the river.

-RR KIRAN M JOSHI

एक खतमे बयां तेरी सिमटती हुई साफ़ लहरों के वास्ते.

मंजिलें बहती रहीं और रास्ते भटक गए।

फ़ना होना था हमें कहीं ज़िन्दगी की खातिर, न था सोचा की सस्ति होती है सांसे,छूटे जो तेरी आरज़ू को, न रूकती, न थमती हमारी साँसे,न वोह ज़िक्र रहा हमारी उन नज़मों में,न रही कोई भी रूह उसमे,जो न लिखी गयी तेरे दायरे में,जो न पढ़ी गयी रहके तेरे बहते खयालो में.

आते जब भी कभी तेरे इत्तफाक से हम इस मोड़ पे तो,सोचते कैसी रही हमारी वोह कभी, कोई, किसी तरह की मुलाकातें,ज़िन्दगी बीत गयी तेरी ताजगी को महसूस करते करते,हो गए हम सफ़ेद सर वाले, शायद येही थी तेरी प्यारी मन्नतें.

याद आता हैं हमें वोह तेरा बेहेकना,जब होती थी बारिश कभी, दर पे हम रहते थे तेरे,सोचा होगा शायद हमने इतना,न थी तेरी आदत किसी मैखाने से,पाक साफ़ थी तू कभी, जो कभी हम बन न सके,आज दायरे गिनते हैं अपनी उंगलियों के,होते थे कभी वोह भी तेरे जैसे।

बोहोत लोग आये कारवां भी देखे तुने कई गुज़रते हुए,न रुका कोई तेरे वास्ते,न थी तमन्ना किसी को तेरे लिए,डाले किसइ ने फूल, तो दाल दिए दौलत के गिनके सबूत तुजमें,न आया दिल में खौफ किसी को,न थी तेरी पाक साफ़ रूह बिकने के लिए.यकीं इतना तो था हमें तेरे आमिर पहलूँ में जो थी ताकत,हे तू इतनी काबिल, दिल कहता हे मेरा,नहीं कर सकता कोई उस ऊपर वाले को समां अपने में,शायद वोह भी आना चाहते हे और डूब जाना चाहते हे तुजमे,वोही एक रास्ता होता होगा उनके लिए भी,साबित करें हम में अपनी रूहानियत कभी।

कहा था किसी शायर ने या किसी पागल ने कभी,देखके तेरे नसीब की हालत को ही शायद,दिल उसका भी रोया होगा यूँ ही,की,
'रास्ते बनते गए और कारवां गुज़रता गया.'
आज हम भी शायद अपनी उमरे दराज़ से पागल होंगे,या हो ही जायेंगे,
न हमें गम हे इसका,पर इतना तेरे लिए ए मेरी पाक दोस्त,ज़रूर दिल खोलेंगे,की,'मंजिलें बहती गयी और रास्ते भटक गए,हट गया हे हर कोई अपने मुकद्दर से,न शर्म रही किसी में न हे सुलूक अपनी किस्मत से,नहीं याद हमे तेरी ऐसी हालाते बयां कहीं पे,सही हे कहीं न कहीं, पर,की,मंजिलें बहती रही और हम सब तुजसे किनारा कर गए,तेरी मंजिलों पे कोई कारवां न रूका,न कोई तेरा दर्द बाँट सके,तेरे लिए,मंजिलें बहती रहीं और रास्ते भटक गए,रास्ते भटक गए,रास्ते मिट गए, हमेशा के लिए शायद,रास्ते थे ही नहीं..............

उमीदे बयां - मोहमद जहीर शैख़ ( र२)

THE WORDS, BETWEEN YOUR AND MINE HEART......

WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL...................,

It's amazing, How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing,

you smile on your surface, Lets me know,
That you need me.
There's a truth, In your tides,
Saying you'll never leave me.
The touch of your sand says, You'll catch me,
Whenever I fall.
You say it best, When you say,
Nothing at all.

All day long, I can hear people,
Talking out loud.
But when you hold me near,
You drown out the crowd.
Try as they may, They could never define
What's been said, Between your,
soul and mine.

you smile on your surface, Lets me know,
That you need me.
There's a truth, In your tides,
Saying you'll never leave me.
The touch of your sand says, You'll catch me,
Whenever I fall.
You say it best, When you say,
Nothing at all.

you smile on your surface,
The truth in your tides,
The touch of your sand,
Lets me know,
That you need me, you'll never leave me, you'll catch me,

whenever i fall, whenever i fall,,,,,,

You say it best, When you say,
Nothing at all.

You say it best, When you say
Nothing at all.

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH
( LYRICAL MODIFICATION OF SONG 'WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL' BY RONAN KEATING ).

ME, YOU, A CASTLE AND TAALI............

MAKING FINGERPRINTS IN YOUR SAND..........................

Small were the beads, touching pads of my feet,
I wanted to slow them down, as their scratching was sweet,
Felt in my stomach, and in my heart, I giggled and not just stand,
It felt as someone tickling my neck hair, and I ran, fall and bend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

I dogged my legs directly into your eggs, which were neither produced nor laid,
Years of your lovely erosion made them shiny and shaped,
What a shine are they giving, to my eyes, on my temples,
I roll them to check, making a sound of, which tinkles,
It was like some little girl is happy and playing nearby,
I could not make a differ in her laugh and joy of inner my,
I raise my legs to speed up in that direction, to go and find,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

A little, I pass by a tree, sloped on the dirt to have rest by you,
The trunk of his was hollow, a ideal home for selfish cookoo,
I walk more and found a real egg, crushed and spoiled,
Speak in mind; I scold cookoo, of her thieving thinking, so foiled,
Can’t she have a home built for her young on her own?
What’s a need to break someone else’s family, never been soiled,
A more I try to pass to the giggle I hear, not far and fend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

On the turn, I saw a castle of her dreams made of wet beads,
She was enjoying her play, smiling and spreading seeds,
I asked her name, where she comes from, as she heeds,
She replied her name, TAALI, smilingly cleaning the weeds,
TAALI, as if she has emerged from the depth of you never to rend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

The five fingers of mine were printing like a giant to hers,
She was not afraid of this one, though and then your tide comes,
It breaks her castle, washes her little walls and hills,
Minutes after I see and found nothing, neither seeds nor the weeds,
She was making her small face, about to cry, with lot of beads,
I take a little water of you, taking her in my lap,
Sprinkling on her face, cold it was, she laughs as I clean,
I felt good near you, I thank you to met me with my youth,
Forgotten which was by me, was so innocent and bloomed,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.
I walk away with her, again, young, joyful and have freshness to spend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in your sand.

Making fingerprints in your sand……………..
Making fingerprints in your sand………………

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH

...therefore i love Hoogly

I love Sharmila Tagore
therefore i love West Bengal

and

the symbol contains sickle and the hammer with red background

and

sandesh and rasgulla

and

Aanand Bazaar Patrika

and

Badtalla Street and Sonagachhi

and

the Howrah Bridge

and

the view of Hoogly from the bridge
which looks like a woman i know as Sharmila

(if you take Sharmila's view from the bridge, she looks like Hoogly).
The whirlpools created during storm in the river are as lethal as the dimples created on her cheeks when she smiles.

When she smiles,my heart leaps up and stops breathing.

I die but real living begins after that death.

See,those small boats floating at a distance.

They are her eyes,in fact.

The boats are lifeline of the boatmen.

Same way,her eyes kicks off life within and makes it an occassion.

Jivan se bhari teri aankhe
majboor kare jeene ke lie

The boat-shaped eyes of yours

and

your eyes-shaped boats
keep on floating my dreams

and i don't want to rise.

I envy the Bay of Bengal when i see you rushing towards it with all force,
hugging it
and mingling with it never to be separated.

I go ash in flame of envy
but i never see die.

I believe in reincarnation.

I will reborn as the bay

Then
O Hoogly alias Sharmila!
you will not have to come to me from a long way.

I will come to you rushing
reversing nature's law.

Nothing seems impossible when one is in love.

And i am in love.

Hoogly is Sharmila riverofied.

-RR KIRAN.JOSHI

Riding on the Moon with you............

A School boy returning from the boarding school, finds a native river on his way back home. He greets the river and the conversation starts,,,,,,

I have got so much to give,
I swear i do,
i may not have nine lives, but,
this one feels brand new.

Yes, i have lived a good one,
I tried to be true,
There are some things that i never realised till i met you,
How the wind feels on my cheeks,
when i am riding on the moon,

There is no home like the one you have got, coz that home belongs to you.

well i was in trouble bad,
i was so confused,
i may not feel the colour friend, but i sure can feel blue,
i have been a lot of things, they may not all be true,
My experience was so mysterious, till i met you,
Now the sun may rise in the east, but i am riding on the moon,

There is no home like the one you have got, coz that home belongs to you.
wooo hooooo, here i come,

wooo hoooo, back to you,
There is no home like the one you have got, coz that home belongs to you,

There is no home like the one you have got, coz that home belongs to you.
Its you, and it's yours, its you and nothing new, though,

There is no home like the one you have got, coz that home belongs to you.

( Lyric modified due to subjective changes of a song by JENNY LUIS )
R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH

A SAD AND TEARFULL DAM OF RIVER...........

MOVING MOSAIC OF MY MINDLESS HEART........

Mirror breaks when falls on the ground,
It makes images that resemble your sad heart,
Many drops have been made, slapping on the splash, if
I know you have been captivated for ages here,
Would have bent you from the last lane and turn to top gear,
Your flow got so slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat, it makes me to push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart…

Brush and paint are merely slaves of minded curator,
You don’t need a direction to sculpt the minaret of moderator,
Coz you have power of gathering courage of weak,
And make it up in the sky to the eyeing peak,
Its guilt to see you so stagnant here like there, where?
Should I break the walls and release you, and I blink,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….

A boat makes a winning triumph in you to move,
If I were you I would never make it to prove,
That it has that strain in its body to buoy,
Resist my inflicting power with such a harmless joy,
I clinch my teeth, and they make a churning sound of anger,
Making a scratch on it, I roll my head and feel a cold finger,
On my dark circles as if they are getting wetter and wetter,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….

Still so blue you are, still possess the blueness of the sky,
If it is donating you blood by its vermin vein which can fly,
Are these your companions, if I am not wrong in the air?
Making a singing vocal to your slowing and dying fair,
One of them comes and sits with me on my jacket’s collar,
Humming it sadly giving me news of the coming summer in my ear,
It says you will be dead for months, and then for a year,
What will happen to us, what about me, had any fear,
I strike the wall, and holding tight my loose hair,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….

It isn't true that I was a maestro that founded you, or discovered,
It was you that had shown me the art of getting surrendered,
I was so (like?) you by the last past years and you were in me,
Never imagined, for the sake of need, will block and kill me,
Dying trees which were alive with you by the side of me,
Getting rotten in the demise of playing piece of me,
Me, me and just me that’s the reason of dying me,
I fall and rise, to fall and rise again, crying on my wreaking knee,
I bent on the floor, and apart scratch it to make it steer,
Your flow got slow like a drying tear,
Still I miss my heart beat; it makes me push and think,

What are you really? A moving mosaic of my mindless heart….
If not now you will be, in future, but just,
My and everybody else’s,
A moving mosaic of mindless heart…….. a heart…….???

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH.

Sachin's rivering ton

It was a river flowing through your bat.
The river had its origin in your bat and the boundary rope was the ocean where it ended.
The doze of joy doubled
and kissed the lips of 200% milestone.
The river was deep enough to drown all the past records.
The river was not linear.
It was flowing in this direction,
it was flowing in that direction,
it was flowing in all the corners
wetting almost everyone sitting on its bank.
The river,
if you wish to compare it with another river,
can be compared with the Amazon.
It was as curvy,
as wildish,
as broad,
as lethal.
It was a river.
It was 'what a river!'

(a poem(?) written when i was in trance after watching Sachin Tendulkar's double hundred in ODI against South Africa at Gwalior on 24-2-2010)
-RR KIRAN JOSHI

At the merge of mahi with sagar...........

WISH, I CAN HOLD MY BREATH.............

I am walking on a path running side by side,
There is no grass on it, the spikes that it can hide,
Than to I walk in hurry, in a hurry to get laid,
On a big rock, has colored half black, with your angry tide.
My legs are mumbling with happiness,
My heart, full of joy, become their voluntary guide,

Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath.

I see the lung fishes in the waves getting muddy,
As if they are enjoying your merge at side with sea,
Don’t know them though, people are waiting and feeling greedy,
I say regards to one of them, lifting it from its fin,
It pounds air like just came here and saw someone creepy,
By throwing it in you, I think I never had a wish come easily,

Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath.

Then I remember the fairy tale of mermaid, cruising in sea,
She had a wish, to have legs, bring her to love, losing her flea,
I felt if I had a chance, I would trade with her, the half of me,
Just to cruise like the lung fish, just had greeted,
To feel your bubbles on the underneath of my fin,

Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath.

I just stare at your waves, going fast and merging with him,
As he is also ready to feel the passion in you, so special and keen,
I see the running tides of his making you salty and sweet,
And I think how it would feel to my tongue and I sneeze,
I spray the small drops in to your both, warm air,
A faulty try to make it humid and dencer to lair,

Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath.

I doubt and regret the evolution of mankind,
What was the need to come out of you?
While everything was there in both of you to find,
I still breathe out the respiration, making climate to get grind,
It wouldn’t have been a guilt trip to make,
If we had a chance to live a life, with both of you inside,

Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath.

A wish, just a wish, nothing else, but still…….
Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath.

Wish I had gills to breath, wish I could dive in you till death,
Just one out of many, regret pinching me in my throat,
Wish I can hold my breath. Wish I can hold my breath.

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH.

To Narmada with love on Her birth'day' (not 'date')

When I walk through your side
hundreds of myths accompany me.

Hundreds of ashrams on your bank
wide their arms open to welcome me.

Hundreds of Sadhus(saints) meet me
and tell me tales describing your divine greatness.

Hundreds of trees on your banks
bend down to thank your waters.

Hundreds of birds residing your sides
fly above you
and sing songs of your beauty.

Hundreds of fish dance
on the tunes of the songs
on rainy days.

Hundreds of boats rest themselves
on sand at day's end
and chitchats with your banks till they go to bed.

Hundreds of boatmen families love you immensly
without knowing that they love you.

When I walk through
your side
I feel as secured as a child
in its mother's womb.

Narmada,you are more mother per mother.
-RR Kiran M Joshi

YOU HELPED ME TO FLOW.......

FEATHER FLOATING ON YOU...........

My heart was beating slow and empty,
It had nothing to hold, no one to give sympathy,
Why I was sitting here, looking there, every where?
When I closed my eye lids, they had warm droplet on them,
I knew then though, the sky was not feeling rainy.
Air was touching my neck, giving me push to hold you,

Just at that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw a feather floating on you.

I was holding tight both femurs in my slim armpits,
As if, losing my control in you while diving,
The pressure of my own cage was not enough,
To hold my heart, who was bleeding sorrow heavily,
The next wave came within me, and I sobbed in groove speedily,
In there I saw nothing and just a ray coming from you,

Just at that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw a feather floating on you.

Sounds on my ears were many, though I identified none,
In my shadows of dreams, they had no piercing tone,
A small ant was trying to bite on my cheek with lot of verve,
Nothing felt to me, as it did, I had lost all my nerve,
The wet land was not giving my pads any cold,
All the rocks had a slip to make, splendidly bold,
That ant got washed as I shed another, seeing (at )you,

Just at that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw a feather floating on you.

Wished that you had a body to feel and accompany,
But I found a searching soul in your gradual symphony,
Least I am thankful, you gave me permission,
A hope that, you always give me with your anticipation,
Sweet taste that of your flowing vein, lives in many,
Reason for them to throw in you a wishing penny,
I think aloud this, fear that I will not wake you,

Just at that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw feather floating on you.

I turn to return, leaving my healing body behind,
The time, a thing that may make it a healthy and kind,
Promise I can make though, my feelings will never die for you,
I want nothing but a presence in enchanting warmth of you,
A drop from the sky makes a sudden quiver in you,

Just at that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw a feather floating on you.

It seems like an angel has taken a long swim in you,
Gave, oh my friend, his all mighty holiness to you,
Just at that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw a feather floating on you,
I still envy it,
But just that, for a fraction, from the corner of my tears,
I saw a feather floating on you; a feather was floating on you.
I was there, saw it, floating on you, i was floating on you............ i was floating on you.

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH. ( THE 2ND ).

A GIRL TO A WOMEN TO A RIVER..........

The River of Time , My time and your time..................

I saw the river today and it made me feel okay,
But I never ever had a lot to say,
Reading a book take a look at a boat go by,
oh, oh, oh, oh I sigh -

I've been throwing a coin into the river
Make a wish as I watch the water quiver,
Now and then i go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind

I saw the river today and it made me feel free,
Oh tell me what is happening to me,
I catch my reflection and suddenly see,
The woman the girl couldn't be

So I'm throwing my youth into the river,
Make a wish as I watch the water quiver,
Now and then i go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind

Winter comes and goes, and the wind it blows,
Still the water flows, and everybody knows,
Come the summertime all the churches chime
For thye river of time

I saw the river today and I started to cry,
Cause the promise it made was a lie,
Stumbling brook you're a crook, take a look and see
See what you've done to me

So I'm throwing my heart into the river,
Forget the wish that you never could deliver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind

Winter comes and goes, and the wind it blows,
Still the water flows, and everybody knows,
Come the summertime all the churches chime
For thye river of time

So I'll keep throwing a coin into the river,
Forget the wish that you never could deliver,
Now and then I go walking by the river of time,
Leaving all my thoughts behind

See as your life changes as you're pulled along by time...

(Beautiful song by Lauren Christy, soulful vocal ).

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH.

A RIVER TIME AFFAIR ON THE BANK........

WHEN I SEE YOU………..

It feels the way of touch when I see you,
I feel the matter of existence when I feel you,
The rocks that are lying little in your lap,
The mountains from which you get your goodbye clap,
I have jelousy in me for the breathing fish inside you,

It feels as cold fire in my hair when I am near you,
It feels the way of touch when I see you.

The sweat in my palm turns to salt,
The edge of my shirt waves never to halt,
I rub the sand under my shoes to wake you,
It sounds like; crying deer have come to drink you,

It feels a cold fire in my hair, when I am near you,
It feels the way of touch when I see you.

My shoulders are empty just to make wings,
My eyes watching a sun rising with your slings,
It greeds me to say as I am better than you,
Atleast I am not fighting the wind flowing cross to you,
I may not be forgiven as I showed arrogance to you,
But I feel nothing but love while I walk beside you,

It feels a cold fire in my hair, when I am near you,
It feels the way of touch when I see you.

I stare up in the sky to pray for you,
But I am not as pure as the alchemy flows beneath you,
I try to drink the lump choking my breath,
I wish it has your droplet to save my death,
I can be a killer and get killed, for and by you,
But I trust no other, lives a life like you,

It feels a cold fire in my hair when I am near you,
It feels the way of touch when I see you,

I am longing to flow like you, to hold you, to hug you,
Sadly, life would not be long enough to do it all with you,
It feels a velvet rush in me when i adore you,
I feel sorry for the cloud who tries to mimic you,
You give me goose bumps when I kneel & toe you,

It feels a cold fire in my hair when I am near you,
It feels a way of life when I touch to feel you,

It feels the way of touch when I see you. It feels the way of touch when I see you.

All I can say is I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH. ( This is my First poetic composition )

Happy birthday to Ahmedabad-upon-Sabarmati

The city of Ahmedabad,the commerce capital of Gujarat state,the 8th biggest city of India, is to touch the 600th year milestone on february 26th.
I wanted to have a word or two with the city on this occassion. But it's super busy this month.no appontment in valentine's month. Sorry! I had promised the editor to take an exclusive interview with the city.i was down.i started for home on my motor-bike.as i was riding through the elis bridge,i felt like parking my bike on one side after crossing the bridge and sit for some time on the river front.i did so.i wanted to smoke.bt i didn't have the stick so i let that want go away.i was not thinking about the 'sorry,no appointments this feb'.i was not thinking about cigarette.i couldn't think of sipping a tin of beer (just 4% alcohol) as there's prohibition in the state.i was just blank-minded.i was staring at the very slow flow of the river. She too looked tired after flowing for at least 600 years.i just wanted to get out from the state of nothingness of my mind.'tired?' i asked without any expression on my face,in my eyes.
'tired of what?'asked she.
'i mean if u'r tired of flowing.'
'do you ever get tired of breathing-in, breathing-out?i know u don't.flowing is a river's way of breathing-in,breathing-out.so i'm not even conscious about the fact that i'm flowing. It just happens naturally.'
it was an uncounterarguable answer.
'600 years!do you still want to live more?'i liked her voice.i wanted to continue.
'you know what! Intelligence and human beings are opposite terms.you count my life keeping your life span before your eyes.you stupidiot,i'm not a fool's baby like you.i'm nature's baby and i'm,like my father (roots-the mountain) and like my betterhalf (origin-the ocean) will go on beautify the city for centuries to come.' the words 'stupidiot' and 'fool's baby' annoyed me.tit for tat. 'but the fact is that the government and municipality are beautifyng you by constructing river front.i'm talking to you sitting there only as you are watching me.how can you say you are adding beauty to this city when the city is adding beauty to you?'
'evenwhen nothing existed in the universe,human stupidity must have existed.evenwhen everything will perish in the universe,human stupidity will survive. Rascal,21st century man dies to have something very new. (the new turns old soon.again he'l start dieing for another new.result? frustration.)the govt/municipality must have found my look monotonous.let them add sugar to the pure honey.they themselves'd detaste it after some years. Then they will bring something NEW.'
she was abusing mankind which includes myself as well.still,i went on.i still liked her voice.
'so much disliking for mankind!is this the reason why you sweep hundreds of us away in flood every decade or two?'i asked.
'stupidity thy name is a human being.do you know whom you belong.you'l say you belong to your parents.your parents to their parents.if you go on this manner towards your origin, what you'l find is river.physically speaking you belong to your parents.'origin'ally speaking,you all belong to me.how can i sweep you away? How can i think even? The raindrops makes us wait for a year,two-three years sometimes.and when it showers,i go wild while romancing with the skywaters.and it results in calamity. Longing for the rain itself is a calamity.'
i wanted to continue but i was to write something on the city.i said,'thank you, river.'
she:'you are rivercome,man.'
i was riding,once again for home.i was thinking,'i wanted to interview the city and whom i interviewed is the river.when the city dejects you away,the river offers you shelter-it's suicide when you are in it;it's an interview when you are on its bank.

-RR Kiran Joshi

http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_pollution

Now see the other aspect which should trigger and activate your senses, just try to read as much as you can. I know its not artistic but it has purposeful information.

R2 - ZAHIR SHAIKH.

A River who want to just flow, sings......

Well I can't tell you where I'm going, I'm not sure of where I've been
But I know I must keep travelin' till my road comes to an end
I'm out here on my journey, trying to make the most of it
I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit

Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song
I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home
Where that is no one can tell me, am I doomed to ever roam
I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' on

Questions I have many, answers but a few
But we're here to learn, the spirit burns, to know the greater truth
We've all been crucified and they nailed Jesus to the tree
And when I'm born again, you're gonna see a change in me

God made me for a reason and nothing is in vain
Redemption comes in many shapes with many kinds of pain
Oh sweet Jesus if you're listening, keep me ever close to you
As I'm stumblin', tumblin', wonderin', as I'm travelin' thru

I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' thru
I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' thru

Oh sometimes the road is rugged, and it's hard to travel on
But holdin' to each other, we don't have to walk alone
When everything is broken, we can mend it if we try
We can make a world of difference, if we want to we can fly

Goodbye little children, goodnight you handsome men
Farewell to all you ladies and to all who knew me when
And I hope I'll see you down the road, you meant more than I knew
As I was travelin', travelin', travelin', travelin', travelin' thru

I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin'
Drifting like a floating boat and roaming like the wind
Oh give me some direction lord, let me lean on you
As I'm travelin', travelin', travelin', thru

I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' thru
I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' thru

Like the poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song
I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find my own way home
Oh sweet Jesus if you're out there, keep me ever close to you
As I'm travelin', travelin', travelin', as I'm travelin' thru

R2 - ZAHIR SHAIKH.

A song for CHENNAB.

यह फासले तेरी गलियों के हमसे तय ना हुए,
( Its the distances to your house that i couldnt pass.)
हज़ार बार रुके हम, हज़ार बार चले।
(A thousand times i stopped and walked again)
ना जाने कौनसी मट्टी वतन की मट्टी थी ?
( I dont know which soil is of my own land's,)
नज़र में धुल जिगर में लिए घुबार चले ,
( My eyes full of dust and a load on my heart, i walked)
हज़ार बार रुके हम हज़ार बार चले।
( A thousand times i stopped and walked again )
यह कैसी सरहदें उल्ज़ी हुई हैं पैरों में ,
( What kind of boundries are these, trapped my feet with them)
हम अपने घर की तरफ उठ के बार बार चले,
(though, i tried to walk towards my own house,)
हज़ार बार रुके हम , हज़ार बार चले। हज़ार बार रुके हम हज़ार बार चले।
( A thousand times i stopped and walked again, a thousand times).

Its actually a song from movie MAMMO sung by JAGJIT SINGH, written by GULZAAR.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pamPNvsKUoU&feature=related

Lover's Gift

I loved the sandy bank where; in the lonely pods , ducks clamoured



And turtles basked in the sun; where, with evening , stray fishing boats


Took shelter in the shadows by the tall grass.


You loved the wooded bank where shadows were gathered in the


Arms of the bamboo thickets; where, women came with their vessels through the winding lane.


The same river flowed between us, singing the same song to both its banks .I listened to it, lying alone

 on the sand under the stars, and you listened sitting by the edge of the slope in the early morning light.

Only the words I heard from it you didn’t know and the secret it spoke to you was a mystery for ever to me.

From ‘Lover’s Gift’ by Rabindranath Tagore
Yes,we need dear river to speak to us and also to realise that there still lies a mystery and the mystery makes life difficult and yet beautiful.What say?

The River of Dreams

The River of dreams : By Billy Joel





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VS3s3NnNl8



In the middle of the night


I go walking in my sleep


From the mountains of faith


To the river so deep


I must be lookin' for something


Something sacred I lost


But the river is wide


And it's too hard to cross


even though I know the river is wide


I walk down every evening and stand on the shore


I try to cross to the opposite side


So I can finally find what I've been looking for


In the middle of the night


I go walking in my sleep


Through the valley of fear


To a river so deep


I've been searching for something


Taken out of my soul


Something I'd never lose


Something somebody stole


I don't know why I go walking at night


But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore


I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life


Until I find what it is I've been looking for


(Three beat Pause)


In the middle of the night


I go walking in my sleep


Through the jungle of doubt


To the river so deep


I know I'm searching for something


Something so undefined


That it can only be seen


By the eyes of the blind


In the middle of the night (break)






I’m not sure about a life after this


God knows I've never been a spiritual man


Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river


That is runnin' through the promised land (Long Five beat Pause)






In the middle of the night


I go walking in my sleep


Through the desert of truth


To the river so deep


We all end in the ocean


We all start in the streams


We're all carried along


By the river of dreams


In the middle of the night

From Zahir Shaikh

THE FURTHER BANK
I long to go over there to the future bank of the river,
Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;
Where men cross over in their boats in the morning with ploughs
On their shoulders to till their far-away fields;
Where the cowherds make their lowing cattle swim across to the riverside pasture;
Where they all come back home in the evening, leaving the jackals to howl in the island overgrown with weeds.
Mother, if you don’t mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferry when I am grown up.
They say there are strange pools hidden behind that high bank.
Where flocks of wild ducks come when the rains are over, and thick reeds grow round the margins where water-birds lay their eggs;
Where snipes with their dancing tails stamp their tiny footprints upon the clean soft mud;
Where in the evening the tall grasses crested with white flowers invite the moonbeam to float upon their waves.
Mother, if you don’t mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.
I shall cross and cross back from bank to bank, and all the boys and girls of the village will wonder at me while they are bathing.
When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon, I shall come running to you , saying, “Mother, I am hungry!”
When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees, I shall come back in the dusk.
I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father.
Mother, if you don’t mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I grow up.
*From THE CRESCENT MOON by Rabindranath Tagore
I wonder about the wonderful imagination by the poet and also about the present condition of rivers in India. Hey arts! Show us the way to present a wonderland to the child of the twentieth century.

Dry tears

Ketketli nadio
ena gaalo par sukai gai
rekha-o muki!
-N.GOPI (tra. from Telugu into Gujarati by Ramanik Someshwar)
[a number of rivers dried on surface of the Sun's cheeks leaving their signs.]
it's eco-cycle,one would say.the river water goes up the sky in the form of steam due to sun heat,turns into the cloud and showers in the river in the season of monsoon.true.
Here there is a poet.she has her own principles that believes in no science, or let's say,she has her own science.
When you go to the river during monsoon,you become speechless.the river looks incredibly appealing when she is full of rain-drops.the sadhyasnata(a woman who has just taken bath) pierce your heart with her fullness,with the greenary around(she tells you,'my love is like green green grass),with a typical fragrance which prospers your nostrils and you can't do anything but go mad!
If a river flowing in full swing can make a human being lunatic,just imagine how delightful it must be for other elements of nature like the sun,the moon,the sky etc.
Poor Sun,loves her (Why shouldn't he? She looks awsome. A head-turner!) yet cannot propose her. There are all chances of his proposal to be accepted as he too has majestic personality. (his chariot is pulled by seven white skinned horses)but he won't.he knows that the beauty of the river will wither within months.he thinks,'in the summer,this river will go dry,it will lose its charm until the monsoon comes.and i,i will be the responsible person for robbing her loveliness.'
it's indeed difficult to harm the person you love,harm knowingly. And the sun can't check-dam his emotions,rivers of tears flow on the land of his cheeks.and when the the flow lasts,the stream of water is not seen.what you see is the stains of dried rivers on his cheeks.
One of my teachers dr.pranav dave once uttered the following line in some refrence while teaching:
you kill the person you love..

Daughter not returned

Keva shukan ma parvate aapi hashe vidaay,
ke nij ghar thi nikli nadi paachhi fari nathi.
-JALAN MATARI
(The river,after leaving her father i.e. the mountain, has not returned.he must have seen her off on an odd day.)
The river has a destiny to go ahead and ahead.there's no u-turn on her route to the ocean.it will die on her way and not meet the ocean but not look back in tear or fear.
For the non-indian readers of this blog,i'l have to explain indian ritual to make the things clear.when you marry your daughter,she goes to her husband's house forever.ofcourse,she visits her parents' home,but it's just a 'visit'.she comes,she stays for some days,enjoys the break and returns to her in-law house.that's it.yes,there comes a day in the year when she will surely go to her brother.it's rakhshabandhan day,a major festival of the hindus when she ties a sacred thread on the right hand wrist of her brother which will protect him from all evils.the river cannot enjoy even her birthright the way her hindu sisters do.
Well,it's her destiny. What we see in the river is water.what really there is filled in it is tears.she must be missing her parents' home.
As i'm coming to the end of this post,i can't check myself from mentioning another superb couplet from the same poem:
shradhdha no ho vishay to puraava ni shi jaroor!
Quraan ma to kyanye Payambar ni sahi nathi.
(in the matter of faith,one should not expect proofs and documents.Prophet Mohammad has not put His signature at the end of Quran-e-Sharif,the religious book of the islam.)