Dina ra Stage

Shanta sandhya...
Guest house re mu eka.. ete room.. kehi bi nahi. Talaku asi thili pani bharibaku. Water purifier not working dekhi basili jai bahare..
Ekdam fresh pavana bahu thae dhire dhire...
Chhota chhota recently laga hei thiba gachha mananku aunsi sahalai...
Guest house agare lamba hei park painee space. Ghasa basa uthi jaichhi... kichhi jamu neemba gacha ra row... unmanned... untamed nature ku ashraya dei...

Mayabijadita raati, pralubdha prakruti basi katha heu thile...
Sunili..
Ausadhi pari
Baluta matha re ma ra hata pari...
Mo bhitare jamat bandha ekaki chhanchaana ra chhaya ku dhire dhire pochhi nei kolei dharile mote..
I became calm... calmer and gradually meditative....

Gote chhota musha main gate dei asi hello kahi daudi chali gala...
7 to 9.30 basi rahili semiti chup chap
Mora khola jharaka dei akash unki maru thila
Di teen ta halka badal udi jauthile
Pachhe rahi jaithiba bata bana mendha chhua pari  hueta tanku rasta dekheili mu...

Gachha mananka chhaya stheera bhabe bahari kantha re ek chitra pari - kebe kemiti hali dohali kahu thile-raati sara ame emiti pahara debu,
Ja, soi ja tu...

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Sakale uthi tanku khojibaku jai na thili,
Jani thili
Na thibe...
Tathapi se aloka chhaya ra khela ra stage jemiti semiti thiba- eka pratishruti nei- ame puni asibu chup chap raati hele,
Mu kahi asili
Kintu aji raati ta mu na thibi ethi re au...
Chala pathika
Nija ganthili re bandhi neba tuma katha au jatna seva sabu...
Kebe eka lagile phitei dekhibi..
Mane pakeibi tuma mananku...
Gote dita dina ra milapa- lakhi rahiba chhati tala akasha re tara te hoi...
Dina sara khali bejan padithiba stage jagi uthiba raatire, ebe sina nahi roshani ra mauja, Mane rahiba e katha...

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*Dina ra Stage*
24.7.2018

The Healer

Are you a healer, i asked Rain, as i finished writing this poem, looking at the rain-drenched trees from my window
and the unending dripping from above.
It does not say a thing...
But, yes, a natural healer never announce it's identity.

Its sound
Its touch
Everything is so soothing
Like a single balm to my thousand wounds...
May be for a while.

And the fairy world it creates
As it hssssssses ...
the whole world becomes benumbed with its defreaning sounds of cloud-roaring - magic!

People are silent
And Rain sings
It's ancient lores...
It never fails -works always to the heart awaiting a sky travel...
It takes me higher without a space-craft...
To the fairylands that are yet to be discovered and be lived...

Same space
Same environment
Same locality
And the same part of the earth transforms...
To a land of magic!
And a spirit whispers-
Now anything can happen !!

**The healer**

Rain Embrace

Rain...
Has the capacity to transform...
A sad note to a joyous one...
I felt it today...
Without any preamble or a token of promise
That everything is alright.
It simply says-
Dance,
Because i am dancing.
Be calm
Because i am downpouring icecold water drops...
Its all part of celebrating the earthly existence i can gift you.
And i said yes to it..
And dance with my mind
While a scream came out piercing  my throat
As rain touched me and danced upon me...

A child sprang out of me with it's nonending curiosity and who does not know what melancoly is or has not yet jumped into the pit of depression;
And then the fresh adult who is master weaver of dreams, what is being shattered is not known to it yet...
They all catch hold of me...
and all of us danced together -
the ever happy child in me,
The ecstatic dreamer of me,
Me
and
the rain....

Small rain florets are all over me,
Rain ornamented me for the show.

Holding its hand
The hand of the rain i again have that feeling,
Its so familiar..

!!!!Rain Embrace!!!

Barsha ra Pauti

Barsha ra ajasra dhara dei
Mana udi jae
Kejani kete dura
Ki asha nei
Hasi nachi
Akasha separi...

Seetala nauka sabu dhuandhar nadi bhitare
Dhire dhire nei janti mote hali dihali
Jothiku jibara rasta band thae Baishakha Jyestha re...

Kholi dei jae nistuk chhechi chhechi e barsha,
Janmita baluta ra ajasra làta pari-halka bàki,
Premi ra thara thara chumbana ra naram dhakka pari,
E barsha khole rasta- sukhada sambhariya dwipa ra, bina kichhi upadhaukana re...

Tebe satare kana kichhi mageni
Jor jabardasti na hele bi
Kichhi ta thiba ta mana re...
Bodhe mo otha ra nirmala hasa dhare,
Setiki tara pauna...

Au mu deli...

*Barsha ra Pàuti*

Unwinding The Reels

When you walk the roads
You know how lonely it is..
Everything -
The road
The crowd
The passing vehicles
and the vendors talking to you,
do not exist.

Its all like a nonsense movie you stopped watching.
Just now.

The Pianist Bird

Your arms like wings,
About to take off into the blues of my sky
To touch the floating clouds- pregnant,
And searching the Rain Child there,
To gift him a hat of stars.

You swim my sky.
And music -unheard, unknown pours into my seven beings, that awaken them from their hidden places to listen to your feather light touches...

Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.
easily make them  shifted-
from a snail to a butterfly..

These transformations go on every minute...
As you touch i change, i shift, i drift away from myself to become someone i hardly know...

Opening my heavily drugged eyes, sometimes i see my dreams dance, dangling from your finger,
Clinging to the car key and and to the keyboard of your cell phone...

Ek Man uge subah - Prabhati Tara
Bikhre din bhar: yahan wahan...
koi na dekhe..
itna sa Taara, itni si roshni
ghul jae kho jae
Surya ki rasmi me

fir v
kuchh to hota hai
kahin phul khilta hai
andekha sa ek kone me
kahin anchahe se man leke
raste sajte hein
mere kadmo ko hawa dene ke lie
Akash v tarha tarha se rangon malta hai
Nile-pagal muhn me
sunta hai batein
jo kaha na gaya...
dhua dhua sa badal ki ankh lie
Chand to bas ek Heera hai uska pagdi ka
ankh to badal hain-koi na jana...

Ek man Subah ka Taara
saam tak nisprabh...
dikhena, dub jae
Chand ugne se pahle
na Surya dekha na Chand
koi nahi
bas uga ki kho gaya..

ek man Subah ki Taara
aur ek man -Jalta Chand v...
chup chap saam dhalte hi simre...
bike kaudion ke dam...
ghash push me pade rahe sisakte sisakte...
itne dami sa Chand...
kitne tohfe uska -koi nahi lia...
hath me hi rah gaya
hath ki chese
jhilmil roshani,
gila raste -lambe bahut lambe hote jaen..
Chand latak jae kabhi Gulab ki pankhudion tale
kabhi jhule aeroplane ki lamba pankh pakde...
badlon se baat karta v nahi
ye mere man-ye chand bana-jal gaya..
kisiki ghar ki roshandaan banke....!

~Roshandan