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.)

Why?

I'm a not-so-old lover of the river,a curved beautiful part of darling nature.
We really never think about river or mountain or rann or valley or sea or forest until we go close to them and pass a quality time in their company.we are not habituated to think and reflect upon the person/element until it really appeals us.
I'm not a traveller.i'm yet to explore gujarat and india.but i'd been with the narmada for a week or so during diwali break.since then,the narmada has been with me 24*7.
I've started this blog to share anything written about any river-it may be an article,a poem,a story,a picture.a travelogue,a couplet,a film song,a song...anything.if you have anything about the river kindly send it to me on: kirranjoshi@gmail.com
it'l be published on this blog with due credit.
I've started walking on the river-side.hope you'l join..