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Cutting Silences.

In that time,

As I cut lines

Of silence on the

Back of your hand

With shards of paper

That bled

Unwritten poetry,

All I could think of

Was the way we trapped

Our passing times

In the space between

Our shaking fingers,

And the way I let

Loose into your nostrils

Powdered forevers

Laced with tremors

From my fading

Fidelity.

In that time

My nose started dripping;

Was it blood, or screams

Painted in technicolor?

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Eid In India, 2017.

A message from the Moon

Was just received,

That this Eid, he will arrive

A little later than believed,

For that silver man is yet confused

About what to do,

If Indian railways can’t be used.

 

I tried to converse with him for a bit,

And question what left him this perturbed,

To allow the sumptuous delights

To be served,

Under an unlit sky,

And to this he very eloquently replied,

 

Sir, this happens to also be

The first Eid,

Where even Allah can’t say with surety

If those that hang on seekhs,

Are carcasses of poultry,

Or the body of an innocent man,

A Muslim, who enjoyed his share of meat,

Being roasted till cooked just right,

while the keepers of our democracy fan

The fire of the tandoor.

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Another Pointless Translation – Sabse Peeche Hum Khade.

I've added a link to the original song here, please give it a listen.
Happy Birthday, Maths. 
Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdhNW2J2kyo

Lift your eyes and you shall see,

it is here that we happen to be.

Why do you choose to be indifferent,

not bad enough for this, are we.

 

Do not believe what the World sings.

Do not let us be lost.

It is easy to know this,

whether we belong to you or not,

only ever, if you ask within.

 

En-charmed by your eyes,

the world seems to be,

and in this crowd we stand,

[waiting] hopelessly,

right at the very end.

 

Came and went, evenings of pleasure,

came and went, people,

but today, that you come,

you shall forever rest,

in my heart and me.

 

Do not smile, and let this

pass, for if we ever happen

to cross paths, again, after

tonight, you shall only say,

not bad enough were we.

 

En-charmed by your eyes,

the world seems to be,

and in this crowd we stand,

[waiting] hopelessly,

right at the very end.

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Another Pointless Translation – Kitni Baatein.

Kitni baatein, yaad aati hai

Tasveere si ban jati hai

Mai kaise inhe bhulu 

Dil ko kya smajhau  

Conversations that haunt my memory,

the images that form in front of my eyes.

Can I ever forget them?

What will I tell my heart if I ever do?

Kitni baatein, kehne ki hai

Hothon par jo sehmi si hai

ik roz inhe sun lo

Kyun aise gumsum ho

There are so many words yet to be said,  

timorously awaiting their destiny on the edge of my lips.

Come listen to them, this day.        

Why do you despair, love?

Kyun poori ho na payi dastan

Kaise aayi hai aisi duriyan

Why did we live through an incomplete epic?

How did we end up so far?

Dono ke dilon ke mein sawaal hai

Fir bhi hai khamoshi

Toh kaun hai kiska doshi

Koi kya kahein

Both of us have our set of unanswered questions,

and yet, Silence hangs upon us like Pestilence.

Who betrayed whom?

How can we tell?

Kaisi uljhano ke ye jaal hai

Jinmei uljhe hai dil

Ab hona hai kya haasil

Koi kya kahein

Why do our prides entrap us?

Why are both our hearts being smothered?

What will we win? What is there to be achieved?

How can we tell?

Dil ki hai kaisi majbooriyan

Khoye the kaise raahon ke nishaan

Kaise aayi hai aisi duriyan

What forces my obstinate heart?

How did we lose our way?

How did distance overcome us?

Kitni baatein, kehne ki hai

Hothon par jo sehmi si hai

ik roz inhe sun lo

Kyun aise gumsum ho

There are so many words yet to be said,

timorously awaiting their destiny on the edge of my lips.

Come listen to them, this day.

Why do you despair, love?

Kitni baatein, yaad aati hai

Tasveere si ban jati hai

Mai kaise inhe bhulu

Dil ko kya smajhau

Conversations that haunt my memory,

the images that form in front of my eyes.

Can I ever forget them?

What will I tell my heart if I ever do?

 

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A Pointless Translation – Agar Tum Sath Ho.

Pal bhar thahar jaao
Dil ye sambhal jaaye
Kaise tumhe roka karun
Meri taraf aata har gham phisal jaaye
Aankhon mein tum ko bharun
Bin bole baatein tumse karun
‘gar tum saath ho,
Agar tum saath ho.


Wait for a few more breaths, a moment more,
stay by my side till the sun comes out,
till the World isn't so cold anymore,
stay till the night's long gone,
and my heart has seized his unapologetic thumping against my fragile bones.
How do I make you stay?
Why don't you realise?
When you're gone nothing but trouble abides,
and yet all sorrows slip away, when I have you in my eyes.
we don't talk and yet we say a thousand words,
when you're there with me, when you stand by my side.

Behti rehti. Nahar nadiya si teri duniya mein Meri duniya hai teri chaahaton mein Main dhal jaati hoon teri aadaton mein ‘gar tum saath ho.


I keep flowing like a wave of water,
astray and disheveled,
looking for a rock to finally rest my head upon,
but my rock, the castles I'm meant to ruin,
is in your love and your magical song.
I crumble, deconstitute in your habits and your ways,
when you're there with me, when you stay by my side.


Teri nazron mein hai tere sapne
Tere sapno mein hai naraazi
Mujhe lagta hai ke baatein dil ki
Hoti lafzon ki dhokebaazi
Tum saath ho ya na ho kya fark hai
Bedard thi zindagi bedard hai
Agar tum saath ho
Agar tum saath ho

You dream of me, and in your dreams you see me happy.
But, darling, that's not the way it's meant to be.
To me all that the heart sings,
is but a subtle betrayal,
How does it matter, if you're there or not,
the world was always ruthless and unapologetic, and it'll always be.

Palkein jhapakte hi din ye nikal jaaye
Bethi bethi bhaagi phirun
Meri taraf aata har gham phisal jaaye
Aankhon mein tum ko bharun
Bin bole baatein tumse karun
‘gar tum saath ho
Agar tum saath ho


My eyes, they flutter and the day's long gone,
I sit and run around,
waiting for you to come along, but you don't.
Why don't you realise?
When you're gone, nothing but trouble abides,
and yet all sorrows slip away, when I have you in my eyes.
we don't talk and yet we say a thousand words,
when you're there with me, when you stand by my side.

Teri nazron mein hai tere sapne
Tere sapno mein hai naraazi
Mujhe lagta hai ke baatein dil ki
Hoti lafzon ki dhokebaazi
Tum saath ho ya na ho kya fark hai
Bedard thi zindagi bedard hai


You dream of me, and in your dreams you see me happy.
But, darling, that's not the way it's meant to be.
To me all that the heart says,
is but a subtle betrayal,
How does it matter, if you're there or not,
the world was always ruthless and unapologetic, and it'll always be.
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Brooklyn – A pointless review.

John Crowley’s ‘Brooklyn,’ is perhaps one of the most visually beautiful films I’ve ever had the opportunity to watch. The story isn’t mind-blowingly original, as a matter of fact it’s based on a novel of the brooklyn-movie-poster1-e1439366351697same name by Colm Toibin and is a bit repetitive, but the honesty with which each character maintains his/her stand and emotions are what makes this movie shine through.

 
What perhaps is the most important thing to note about this movie is the screenplay. It is brooklyn-movie-saoirse-ronan1-680x400not easy to adopt a story that has been narrated over a thousand times, especially the ones that are substantiated mostly by the thoughts and the dilemmas that go on in the protagonist’s mind but, Nick Hornby has managed to pull through beautifully.  The characterization is perfect. From Ellis, Tony and the less important characters like Ms.Keele, everybody is spot on and knows what they’re supposed to do and how. Clearly the production did not go wrong with who they wanted and what they wanted. I especially like how the two romantic interests of our protagonist are representative of the choices she has and the decisions she has to make.

We have Tony: Italian, charming, beautiful, naive, young and new. Everything also attributed to Brooklyn.

Then we have Jim: Proper, chivalrous, beautiful, quiet and wistful. Everything Ellis wants to escape from, back at Ireland.

The movie is a metaphor for something we’ve all been through at one point or another. It’s fresh and will take you on a ride with the modern-day Dorothy who’s trying to figure out what she’s meant for in the Land of Oz while forgetting that she’s not in Kansas anymore. It’s a classic story but the actors have managed to spike it up with emotions and their simplicity. I would like to take this opportunity to especially congratulate Emory Cohen on his brilliant performance as Tony. He’s everything the character needed to be and the innocence in his eyes seeks to provide a completely new depth and understanding to the stereotype of the boy-next-door.

Coming to certain scenes that left me absolutely speechless and there were quite a many. One of the most important scenes in the movie is where Ellis, on the ship, engages in a discussion with a young lady, who I presume already lives in the United States of America and has been through what Ellis is going through at one point in her life. The young lady goes on to dictate to our heroine the rules she had to follow to pass through immigration easily. To the first time viewers, this may seem like an irrelevant detail but as the movie comes to an end, you’ll realize that this scene is perhaps the perfect symbolization of the point, the story is trying to get across.

If I had to choose a second favourite scene, it would have to be the one where Ellis walks out of her class and Tony’s waiting for her to come out and goes on to say something along the lines of, “I don’t want to go out with you, watch a movie but, all I want to do is walk home with you.” I am pretty sure I messed up the dialogue but, yeah it’s beautiful and honestly, Emory Cohen’s beautiful eyes that remind me of the wide seas, have a large role to play in this.

Also, how can we not talk about the endearing sequence where Ellis learns how to eat spaghetti without splashing the walls and the people on the table, just so she can manage brooklyn-3to impress Tony’s family. Even if we were to ignore all the subtleties and the idiosyncrasies that stand as evidence to how brilliant Ronan is, nobody can ignore her girlish innocence and charm in this scene. It will most definitely make you smile like an idiot and think back to all the times you’ve done something to impress a romantic interest

Also, the part where Tony seeks out Franky’s help to ensure that all the spellings and the grammar in her letters to Ellis, which he thinks are the reason that she’s not replying, are on point, is heartbreaking.  Ending this, I’d like to point out another scene that truly celebrates the spirit of Brooklyn and the complete RED-RIDING HOOD FINDS HER WAY HOME thing going on-the ending monologue by Ellis. It made me cry and ponder upon how beautiful and powerful words actually are. It also reinstated the importance of a good screenplay but then, Nick Hornby is amazing so…brooklyn-mv-1.jpg

Would I watch it again? Yes. But, will it remain as special as it was now, the second time around?That’s the thing I’m worried about. Will it still make me feel the way it did today? Will Tony still manage to make me blush? Will Ellis and her complexities still make me cry and rage out simultaneously? Will I feel sorry for Jim, all over again? Will Rose shatter my heart, yet again? Maybe yes, maybe not but, it was all worth it for this one time and that’s what matters the most.

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You.

A cloud of uncertainty above me,
While I smoke away disappointments.
A homogenous mixture of alcohol and sorrows, served on rocks with a sour olive.
Drinking alone in a stone cold bar, sound of a stone cold heart in my chest.
Going through pictures of the days past, I come across us in all our glory.
You with your summer smile. Me with an unscarred hand and a soul.
We had the time of our lives together, atleast that is what I thought uptill now.
Today I understand the truth, your unseen emotions and your shallow smiles. Why the roads we drove on were barren for miles.
Why you were the first one to leave my hand and how you always remained a step back or forward.
Why your lips never curled when they touched mine, why you never blushed when I kissed your forehead.
Why you lay still every time we made love and later smoked furiously enough.
Why your love was never loving enough.
Why your words were never articulate enough.
Why your heart was never vulnerable enough.
A cloud of uncertainty, a drink of sorrow. Scars of fear and a heartbroken tomorrow.

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