In 1971, when Indian Cinema was at verge of new dimension, a movie called Anand was released. A film about a man, who knows he is going to die, a man who knows that life had been unfair to him, but he then teaches the world how to live. I have always loved to sit and watch that movie again and again and always tried to live as per a dialogue in that movie "Zindagi lambi nahi, badi honi chahiye". We should not try to live longer but live life kingsize.
Lately there was a phase when i wanted to live longer but then again I was not liking it, and then something happened in my life. Some losses teaches you many things and reminds you some forgotten lesson. And then i recall this poem of the same movie
Maut tu ek kavita hai ..
mujhse ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegi mujhko ..
doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
zard saa cheharaa liye chaand ufak tak pahunche
din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb
na abhi andheraa ho, na ujaalaa ho, na raat na din
jism jab khatam ho aur rooh ko saans aaye .
mujhse ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegii mujhko ..
Translation
Death you are a poem..
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..
when drowning pulse will bring on painful sleep
when Moon carrying her yellow face will reach horizon
when days still in water and night close to shore
there is not yet darkness, neither light, not night not day
when body is gone and soul still breaths.
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..
It reminds me that Death is something that will come. So instead of trying to live longer in the way I want, I am accepting what is coming and going to live the way I used to. And will wait for my poem to end. ;-)
Lately there was a phase when i wanted to live longer but then again I was not liking it, and then something happened in my life. Some losses teaches you many things and reminds you some forgotten lesson. And then i recall this poem of the same movie
Maut tu ek kavita hai ..
mujhse ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegi mujhko ..
doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
zard saa cheharaa liye chaand ufak tak pahunche
din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb
na abhi andheraa ho, na ujaalaa ho, na raat na din
jism jab khatam ho aur rooh ko saans aaye .
mujhse ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegii mujhko ..
Translation
Death you are a poem..
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..
when drowning pulse will bring on painful sleep
when Moon carrying her yellow face will reach horizon
when days still in water and night close to shore
there is not yet darkness, neither light, not night not day
when body is gone and soul still breaths.
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ..
It reminds me that Death is something that will come. So instead of trying to live longer in the way I want, I am accepting what is coming and going to live the way I used to. And will wait for my poem to end. ;-)
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