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એકલતાને પંપાળ

હું પણ કરુ છું ક્યારેક

ને ક્યારેક તો બહુજ કરુ છું

એકલતાને પંપાળ

હું પણ કરુ છું ક્યારેક

કારણકે એ મારી પોતીકી છે.
પોતીકું એટ્લે થોડી આશ

માટે માથે પંપાળ્.

પંપાળમાં પલળવું 

છતાં શાને સળગવું?

આ જોવું આશમાં

દૂરથી કે પાસમાં

જાણે કો'ક દી

એકલતાને

કોક લતા નીકળી જાય

ને ચહેરો મલકાય.

પણ અત્યારે તો હું ને એકલતા

જાણે એકબીજાની પડખે

પલંગમા

શું પલંગની ઉપર હું ને મારી ઉપર એકલતા?

કે પલંગની ઉપર એકલતા ને એની ઉપર હું?

કે પછી

મારી અંદર એકલતા ને એ મારી ઉપર?

આવા વિચારોમાં ખોવાતા કે અટ્વાતા,

આપણે કરીએ પંપાળ એકલતાને

પંપાળી પલાળું ને પલાળીને પંપાળું પ્રેમથી

કે

એકલતા ને એક લતા શુન્યમાં ભળી જાય

ત્યાં તો કરવટ બદલાય અને

સપનામાં ભળી જાય.

વધારેલો ભાગ:

એકલતા એ સર્જેલા ખાલિપણાને ભરવા
અમે રચી આ રચના પણ્
પારકી આશ સદા નીરાશા

મોસમ - season

Namaste,
Following poem flowed through pen while writing daily diary in morning. This version has some changes in its flow, few addition of words to match flow.  I had thought to translate both diary and poem in english. After typing in gujarati, i tried to use google translate. Attempt ended up in failure. Now, no more attempt. Just accepting that translation kills many thing. specially, poem not has come as word but as feelings and with some tune. if you can't read gujarati there is a summary at the end. Ending this with request, try to read gujarati if you know hindi, you will able to get it. Reading gujarati is not that difficult.

Eti Shubham


Excerpts from diary 08/06/2016, Wedneday

નમસ્તે પરમપ્રિય, માથા પર, ચહેરા આગળ દુખે છે. શરદી ભરાયેલી છે. રાતના મોડો સૂતો જેથી આંખો લાલ છે. પણ આજની શરૂઆત સુર્યોદયે નહી મધરાતે થઈ. કબીર સાથે થઈ અને તે ચેતનાના પ્રવાહ વ્હયાં. થોડુક સમ્જયા, થોડુક છલકાયા અને થોડુક મલકાયા...

શણગારની મોસમ છે,
રણકારની મોસમ છે,
આણસાર ક્યાં છે ઍના?
આ નડતર રૂપી પ્રશ્ન છે
પણ આ જ તો,
ઘડતરની મોસમ છે
ધીરજની મોસમ છે
કે
પ્રીતમ લાવશે પ્રેમ રસ

ભરમાવાની નહીં, ભમવાની મોસમ છે
કરમાવાની નહીં, કલોલની મોસમ છે

સહજ બની ઉડવાની
રજ બની ચઢવાની
ને
મલક્વાની મોસમ છે
છલકવાની મોસમ છે
પ્રીતમ વ્હાવે છે પ્રેમ રસ
મૃગજળ પાછળ ભાગવાની નહીં,
ગોપાળ સંગ રમવાની મોસમ છે
પકડવાની નહીં, પલળવાની મોસમ છે
રહેવાની નહીં, વ્હેવાની મોસમ છે
પ્રીતમ લાવ્યો છે પ્રેમ રસ

Summary:

Diary - written about current physical state. Beginning of day not happened at sunrise but at midnight. Beginning happened with kabir and in flow of that consciousness. I understood little, little overflowed, little smiled.

Poem - This is a season of decorating/beautification, of resonance but where is any news of beloved. This indeed is very hard question, but this is time of learning[?], enduring, beloved will come bringing juice of love. This is not season of being fool, but of roaming around. This is not season of being depressed [withering] but of chirping. This season is being simple to fly, being dust to offer. This is season of smiling, over flowing as beloved is flowing juices of love. This is not the season of running behind mirage but playing with gopal [form of lord krishna]. This is not the season of catching, but getting drenched. This is not the season of staying but of flowing because beloved has brought juices of love.

 Thus there is always a season to smile, to be happy. 

faquiri

Namaste,

After writing previous post, I had shared it at many places. One such group was satsang group on whatsapp, where one of my brother shared couplets of kabir - faquiri, मन लागे मारो फकीरी में|

Its been one of my favorite among all. The time i read that message i had just finished writing my morning diary after reading prayer from the book 'prayer and meditation' by The Mother. Things were all ready in tune, attuning myself to that vibration was not difficult at that point of time. First line came very quickly and than rest followed with minor changes till its been typed for online. 

After writing  there were some question emerging and one prominent brought out towards end was why I am doing all this? Who am I? rest fall silent. Again in evening thought of typing this as well as gujarati poem written in diary came to mind and again same question. This time to there was no answer,only, Silence. 

At night more beautiful came out and written on FB notes. [putting few parts from there too here.]

Yet when mind will be tuned, in silence, just going on. 

neither there is looking for answer truly,

nor desire for meeting someone,

all is just coming and going

even this thoughts which

some call pure, good, ibadat, prayer, aspiration

comes and goes

So does all those, bad, impure, desire

comes and goes 

Verse my friend shared:

and response

अफ्डा-तफडी मची पड़ी है
लूट फुट कूट चली पड़ी है
जन-जन गाड़ी भर रहा
कंकर पथ्थर काया माला
ना जाने किसका कितना ढेर किया?

हाकन्वरो बेठ देखे तमाशो
मोन मधुर वाणी खड़ी रही

भाव ना धरया, शिर ना धरया
मुख कभी ना अंदर कारया
अनमोल को छोड़ कर
धूल को जोड़ लिया
लोभ-मोह में सब घुमावे
थोभ ज़रा तू, सोच ज़रा तू
चाह ना कर बाँध ना ज़रा  तू 

 आपन को ज़रा खोल ज़रा  तू

खझाना सारा तोल ज़रा  तू 

 मन सजावी तारो, दिल पुराव ज़रा  तू  

नाम शबद धुन चलाव ज़रा  तू  

 ज़रा मन लागे तारो फकीरी में
के मन लागे मारो फकीरी में

and as it moves ahead, from FB note

I am trying to swim but i get drown. 

In those drowning movement 

I don't feel drawn, as 

Not yet able to go deep down 

But always brought some sound 

Sound into word and expressing them into world. 

I feel lot of proud! that is when 

I need to watch and ask again 

Set back and reflect on those sounds

Life goes up & down, 

Still progress is what been aspire 

Till the last respire 

When i mingle into I, 

Than only all efforts been count.  

aaj phir se

What happens when you are doing nothing and you have nothing to do? That to when both hand's of clock are approaching to 12.
With some hope you still drool on FB, midst list of friends available for chat and new post & updates..

and than.. suddenly you find..

you loved this, and think to share...

before that you re-read it..

हमन है इश्क मस्तान, हमन को होशियारी क्या।
रहें आज़ाद या जग में, हमन दुनिया से यारी क्या।।

you also flow in love...  you also become crazy.. and forget everything.
and than this follows

You are not happy yet.
As you have read one more verse.. didn't got the meaning in first skip&scan mode..

you go back.
and read
चाह गयी चिन्ता मिटी, मनुआ बेपरवाह।
जिनको कछु न चाहिए, वो ही शाहनशाह।।

and meaning strikes to you, puts you in awe.
instantly what you follow is

A new level of conversation begins. not between you and person who shared the verse.That is there at outside. Another level of conversation between you and yourself. This time you want to type in hindi, put little bit more effort, get more close to meaning and try to bring forth the deepest aspiration lying beneath. A spark which wants to take hold of everything in life. Yet that spark is not able to succeed, remains still a small. Hope is that it becomes burning brazier, a fire which can never be quenched until the beloved is found and mingled with beloved. Only When fire meets Water.

You ignore call by parent too, your own body too. Don't even bother about asking for permission from rajesh bhai for posting this. All logical thoughts sounds illogical to you.You are awake well past midnight and still continue writing this.

 Still fire in heart is not quenched, await for beloved is still on.
after, again you have to give some excuse to put comma some where
so that line can continue.. life can continue and all this for search continue

दोष देना आसान हे
लांच देना नहीं कठिन
पर प्रभु मिले उन्हें
जो पवित्र प्रेमरस भर देय

 
 Hey, vaibhav
what are you upto?
Nothing! will be your usual answer
I don't know and I have done nothing, will surely follow.
You just be in Now.
Rest and let other Rest wherever they are?
Why you want to awake and set ablaze?
I know you are burning!
So burn alone!
Burn! Burn! Burn!

तू पातासा दे कभी तू परख ले कभी

तू पातासा दे कभी
तू परख ले कभी


तू करीब हे कभी
तू दूर हे कभी


बस कभी कभी
बस अभी अभी


धूप मे - छाव मे
प्रेम के भाव मे
करीब अभी, दूर अभी


मे सोचु और डूब जाउ
तू सुझावे तो तैर जाउ


अंदर कभी, बाहर कभी
ना तू तो हे बस अभी


रस मे बसे अभी,
कश मे चढ़े कभी
रूप मे बसे अभी,
कोश मे चढ़े कभी
रंग मे बसे अभी,
कनकन मे चढ़े कभी


आ करीब तू ज़रा अभी,
कभी मे भी देखु बारीक अभी

काल पे चढ़े जबी तो होवे कभी,
काल पे जो ना चढ़े तो होवे अभी.

काल चक्र छोड़ कर, तू बस होज़ा अभी.
काल चक्र छोड़ कर तू बस खोजा अभी.

तू और में एक हो जाये अभी
तो ना हो कमी कभी

तू पातासा दे जबभी,
पर तू परख ले अभी

kabir = karib

Me to bas kabir ko sunta raha
pata nahi kab dhyan lag gaya
me to bas karib apne hota raha

dhun chale deshi ya videshi,
baja baje deshi yaa videshi,
me to bas dhun apni sunta raha

man nahi baitha kahaniya bunta raha
kahne karne ka taal phir kaise baithe?
hajir jab hum darbaar me huve uske
tab hajur ke darshan hardam hardar huve.


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Friday - Neeraj Arya's Kabir Cafe
Sunday - Prahlad Tipaniya

Common point: Kabir and other poets

Common is one, its not even kabir, bulla shah or any other but that one consciousness which moves everyone.

Today got clear question:
Whom you were feeding so far?
Whom you want to feed?

A deceiving answer by mind
It's thee seated in everyone that's whom you are feeding.

Counter question came too
Are you doing that consciously or saying that just for continuing feeding under cover?

dialogue broke upon right during karibi session, continued while walking till railway station, inside train.
Now it requires time to settle.

O lord, give strength and clarity to do what thou will.

At thy feet..

Eti Shubham

Nasha - Kabir yah tune kya kiya?

Jab me akela nahi tha,
bas tere sabad ka sang tha
woh nasha jo hamne kiya,
woh rang jo hamne lagaye.

Duniya thi waha, par mastani thi apne rang me
Roshni jo jhilmila rahi thi waha,
phir bhi kitna andhera tha
tu mere andar baitha,
roshan kar raha tha ek jaaha.

27 may 2016 ki raat woh,
mill thi ke mall he woh,
lower parel me jab uppar waale se baat thi woh

ek sukhani shaam thi woh,
safar to ab shuru huva tha
man-ja-ra teri aaur ab
tan-ja-ra teri aaur ab
me banjaara teri aaur ab

FB ka woh messenger
jab thodi si chit-chat huvi
tera naam aaya, aaur me
phir se kho gaya..

*** FB post **** Continue Reading as new lines apart from post but from chit-chat and other been added here. They are marked with blue color ** with love....

Ram Rachaita andar baitha,
rache he saari kahani re..
par tu farebi, parde ke aage,
chalave aneko kahani re...

kendra ma jo aap ne rakhyo,
bigade yah saari kahani re
prabhu ne raakhe jo pratham
ban jaati woh prem kahani re..
[inspired totally by Kabir, Kabir and Kabir...song... anhad ka baja bajta and thank you Shashwati Pandyadi for continuing conversation and asking of kabir..]
ek baar aaj man to huva tha,
daru bhi me pee he leta
bhed naa jana maine sharbat aaur usme
aauron ke sang thodi bhar leta
par khuda teri raham,
jo nasha aaj tune karvaya
woh to daru se bhi naa chadhta..
prem pyala, ghunt ghunt bhari
haiya ko chalkavan de ab
ab jo baccha he,
woh sab kuch lutavan de
man ke aante tod ke saare
vaibhav ko lutavan de..


Kabir ke sang Shaam ko jhumte kadam
un thirakte kadmo ke saath
lagan lag rahi thi kahi
agan jag rahi thi kahi
akela nahi tha, khud ke sang tha
khuda ka sang jo pana tha

Sukh Dukh to aavan jaavan, samjave he sab koi re
Me kaheta tu bhed kyu karta, kahani hari banayi re

Ram hi tha, Ram rahega.. 
bhul na kar ravan jaisi, 
das seer le ke kab tak ghumega, 
jal javengi teri lanka magruri me.. 
[Explanation: You were Ram, You will remain Ram only. Don't make mistake like Ravan. Roaming with 10 heads. Your Lanka will also burn if you roam in same arrogance. meaning 10 different stories of your own, wanting to create everything on your own, wanting to own everything. Your story is just one, that you are Ram from within, You were that and will remain that. Whatever you have created, your golden lanka will also burn away, if you keep on walking in this arrogance of I am.] 

[Conversation - urfe chit chat - portion]

S Di : Mati kahe kumbhar se... tu kya ronde mohe.... ek din aisa hoyega... main rondungi tohe....

Maati*→soil

U must have listened to this Kabir's doha

00:49

વિદ્યુત વેગ

bund gayi jo akhiya meri, hari ko darshan hoye,

kaal bund jaave jo akhiya, maati ronde tohe

and I would love to end with

aaur jab tak sacha khoji nahi jagta, woh sach jhut ke bich ka bhed nahi jaanchta
[Till a true seeker doesn't awake, no one inspect what is truth and untruth, real and fake?]

I pray to lord, that it awakes true seeker, a true khoji within. We understand and find what is Real. We Live in Real. What we truly are. 

Lots and Lots of Love Love Love. Bas yahi naam, yahi rup, prem rang ras me..

Eti shubham