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Raastey by #Sandeep #Silas ‘deep’
Raastey
Sandeep Silas ‘deep’
Tamam raastey uskey samney they, chalta kis par
Taqdeer ka wo badshah tha, badalta kyun kar
Ishq bhi kiya to Khuda se, ruhaniyat uskey sar
Ek ek kar ke girtey rahey, insaan chaukhat par
Gairon ka laya zahar peeta raha, wo shahad samajh kar
Uskey qa’atil jo aye they, gaye mureed ban kar
Apney lahu ko bahata raha, jiskey liye zindagi bhar
Wo jigar ka tukda, hisaab mangta raha, gin gin kar
Moo-e-badan ho gaye chandi, safar mein chal kar
Tajurba iss tilismi duniya ka, pura na hua magar
Farebi shahar mein rekhta zameer wo chunta kyun kar
Fakeeri uska aalam thi, darakhton ki ameeri uska ghar
Ankhon mein wafa nahin milti ab iss daur mein hamsafar
Tujhko diye jaatey hain kuchh roshni ‘deep’ apna jaan kar
(Jan 22, 2017; Delhi; 1.24 pm to 2.07 pm)
Paths
Sandeep Silas ‘deep’
So many paths were before him, which one to take?
He was King of his destiny, why would he change?
When he fell in love it was with God, spirituality filled him
One by one the men kept falling, before him at doorstep
He drank the poison brought to him, believing it be honey
Those who came to murder him, went back as his admirers
For the one he kept bleeding his heart his entire life
That portion of heart kept on keeping count of money
Hair turned silver over his body as he walked the path of life
The experiences of this magic world still he could not live full
In a city of cheats, why would he pick up scattered conscience
A mendicants life was his world, the richness of trees his home
In these Times you don’t find faith in eyes, my companion
‘Deep” continues to give you some light, thinking you his own
(Jan 22, 2017; Delhi; 1.24 pm to 2.07 pm)
#Tin #Gods by #Sandeep #Silas
Aasraa by #Sandeep #Silas ‘deep’
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Shelter
She has started liking me thus immeasurable
Without a reason she comes to meet me everyday
Neither she is afraid of gossips or being discovered
She has become captive of my eloquence and verse
How can I say to her all those couplets before the world
Those I have written to narrate to her in privacy
Slowly-slowly her footsteps are now moving ahead
She remembers all things sans reason and meaning
Tomorrow she will come again like the morning breeze
The gardener waits like the desire of a blossoming rose
Aasraa by Sandeep Silas ‘deep’ in Ranai-e-Khayal (2012)
Translated Book in English available on Amazon Kindle:
https://www.amazon.in/BEAUTIFUL-THOUGHTS-Sandeep-Silas-ebook/dp/B0080RNI7C
For original Hindi version of Ranai-e-Khayal please contact me
The Milky Way by #Sandeep #Silas
What is #Love? by #Sandeep #Silas
#Sach by #Sandeep #Silas ‘deep”
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Truth
You too, said the same truth, yet again
The story of the garden found a new grave
Devoted I became, once I heard your voice
As if the dark of the night had found a new light
Now, silences shall envelope me once again
Heart shall search once more for twigs to make a nest
‘Deep’, my soul shall be drowned in this pure moment
Who has been able to stop himself before the elixir of life?
Sach by Sandeep Silas ‘deep’ in Ranai-e-Khayal (2012)
Translated Book in English available on Amazon Kindle:
https://www.amazon.in/BEAUTIFUL-THOUGHTS-Sandeep-Silas-ebook/dp/B0080RNI7C
For original Hindi version of Ranai-e-Khayal please contact me
#Sapney by #Sandeep #Silas ‘deep’
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Sapney (Dreams)
What all dreams are hidden in these fish like eyes?
They drift like fragrance and spread cheer on my way
Had I but, seen only a dream, I could have told a confidante
When dreams come in a procession, how many friends do I search?
I keep thinking and wishing for her to come face to face
May be all my dreams shall come true on her coming
Give this dream too a name, O ‘deep’
The night is not everlasting, it shall soon be over
(Sapney by Sandeep Silas ‘deep’ in Ranai-e-Khayal, 2012)
By myself in Bali by Sandeep Silas, published in The Hindu
Sandeep Silas visits the Indonesian island and comes back with memories of tourist beaches, the music of the angklun and glimpses of India everywhere
How do you see a country of 17,000 islands? That when 6,000 of which are inhabited! So you go to the place you’ve heard most about and which promises a generous share of the sun and beach.
The word ‘Indonesia’ has an India connection — “Indos” means Indian and “nesos” means islands.
India here is every where and in everything — statues from the Ramayana at road intersections; people greeting you with “Namaste”, temples, folk performances of the Ramayana, wood craft, the confusion of shops coming right up the street, and the unevenness of order. The reason was not far to find.
Indian traders brought Indian culture and religion here in 1st Century A.D. In 7th Century A. D. the Buddhist kingdom of Srivijaya in South Sumatra was epitomised in the building of the Borobudur Buddhist sanctuary. In 13th Century A.D. East Java saw the emergence of the Hindu empire of Majapahit, which lasted two centuries, uniting Indonesia and parts of the Malay peninsula. The Indian Government is helping restore the Prambanan Temple near Yogyakarta. Islam came in the 16th Century, again with traders, and today is the dominant religion here. Interestingly, Marco Polo came to Java in 1292 A.D. but the Europeans did not come until the 16th Century, when the fragrance and flavour of spices could not hold them back anymore. The Portuguese, Dutch, Spanish, British, Japanese… all have been players in the archipelago till Soekarno proclaimed independence in 1945 A.D.
The road took me to Nusa Dua. Once inside the Italy-like tip of the Indonesian shoe, I learnt it is an insulated area for tourists, with little or no interaction with Indonesian people save what is dished out by the hotels. Past the Namastes, floral greetings and bamboo music it was left entirely to me to discover the Balinese way of life.
Nusa Dua Beach in Bali. Photo: Sandeep Silas
A break took me to Kuta Beach, which, along with Jembaran, is a favourite with tourists. Crowded, confused and scarred by the memory of the 2005 bomb blasts, the place still buzzes like a bee.
A while later I saw the most stunning examples of woodcraft. Most of them celebrate Jatayu’s sacrifice as it tried to protect Sita from being captured by Ravan. Ram and Sita, too, were captured in wood.
I selected a depiction of an Indonesian couple in the rice fields as a souvenir, having enough of the Ramayana in my home country. The batik here is irresistible, so be prepared to be divested of a few thousands of rupiahs if you enter a showroom. One thing I must record is the simplicity of the ordinary Indonesian. They appear so human and appear so starry-eyed as they feel that your situation in life is better. The very mention of ‘India’ generated a friendliness.
The beach was calm. Sea-washed! I sighted fresh algae that the waves had brought to the shore.
Click, click, click went the shutter, capturing the golden road to the sun on the water surface. It lasted about ten minutes, this heavenly bliss before normalcy returned and it was like any other day. The virgin rays falling on the beach, the trees, the beachside temple and on my face were all in my camera.
Next day was a day full of diplomatic nuances, debates and a draft declaration. The evening promised Ubud — rice fields and ethnic dance. I travelled almost an hour from Nusa Dua and reached a restaurant complex called Laka Leke, situated amidst the rice fields. Everybody sits here in spacious pavilions and witnesses the Kecak and fire dance. The venue is illuminated by flickering oil lamps. When the queen enters on her palanquin, bare-chested men raise their hands and bow their heads in welcome. Kecak is actually the Balinese version of the episode of Sita’s captivity. The men play the monkeys, crying ‘cak-cak-cak’ and circling Sita as they dance, the fire adding an element of mystery to the scene. Hanuman, the monkey god, comes to rescue Sita, gives her the ring of her husband Ram and consoles her. Now, the only difference in the Balinese Ramayana and that which we know in India is that there the story ends with “lived happily ever after”, while in the Indian version she had to go through the ritual of Agni Pariksha (fire ordeal).
Nurturing culture: Ramlila in Bali. Photo: Sandeep Silas
The Taman Ayun Jagatnatha, is dedicated to god Sang Hyang Vidi Wasa. The capital Denpasar has many community temples. There’s Pura temple in Mengwi sits on a tableland. All temples have a turtle and two dragons in stone signifying the foundation of the world.
The Balinese dress and dance during festivals — Galungan and Nyepi are the main ones. The harvest thanksgiving festival is Makepung and held from August 8 to 12 at Jembaran. The islands’ most famous sea temple is Tanah Lot, where rituals were conducted and offerings given to the guardian spirits of the sea.
The simplicity of Bali’s music appealed to me a lot. There is the angklun, an instrument made of slit bamboo, which is held in hand and shaken to release the musical notes.
I carried an angklun back home, and whenever I think of Bali I just go and give it a little shake.
Keywords: Indonesian island, Bali
(Published in The Hindu, May 27, 2012)
Note: 8 photographs added at the time of uploading.
Link: http://www.thehindu.com/features/metroplus/travel/by-myself-in-bali/article3462543.ece
#The #Roman #Connection by #Sandeep #Silas
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