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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 20-Apr-04 10:22 PM
Maybe this idea is Utopian, but I see a lot of creative talent here in this place. How about dedicating a thread to the sole purpose of posting your creative side to a place free of follow ups praising the piece or lambasting it? Posting to the thread should only be things of creative value, of whatever worth, but nothing else. This would provide a golden opportunity to collect the talent pool at one place from which a selection of worthy contributions may even merit publication.
Are we all educated enough to follow these simple rules?
1. Post only writings/articles/musings/poems.
2. Do not post any comments (good, bad, or otherwise) to the articles/writings posted in the thread. Praises and comments could go in another thread, or send a sajha mail to the writer.
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Hope this works! :) Otherwise, how else can I convince myself that we are capable of subscribing to any good cause?
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Here's my start:
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Meri Asmita!!
Asmita! Meri Asmita... Shayad malai mero afnai balya kaal ko yaad tyati mahashush chhaina hola, tara Asmita ko yaad, meri Asmita ko yaad, jhandai ek dashak pachhi pani taato chhaya banera sandhai bhari jalai rahanchha.
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Euta thiyo sathi, Narendra, Chitwan ko charko gham ma pani churot fusfusaundai hidnu parne. Sanai dekhi ko dosti, umerma ma bhanda ali kaam bhaye pani herai ma thiyena. Sansar ma maile jane najane ka kukarma haru ko mero sikchhyak thiyo Nare. Suruma ma churot khanna bhanthe, raksi piudina bhanthe, gaza ta jindagi bhar nachhune kasam pani khaye jasto lagchha. Aakhir, sangat ko kura, uska sabai bani haru bistarai ma mathi sardai aaye. Kukhure bainshama, kehi kura ko trash thiyena, jindagi ko adkal thiyena. "Sala dui din ko jindagi, moz masti garnu parchha" bhanne siddanta le harek pal ko ramjham bhindai thiyo.
Achanak ek din Nare hasyang fasyang gardai mero kotha bhitra chhiryo. Kun marmahat ma ho kunni bolnai birse jasto, bolna chahera pani usko mukhbata kehi bakya niklina sakeko thiyena. "K bhayo Nare? Tanlai thik ta chha? Alikati paani piunchhas?" Maile mero prashna sakauna napaundai Nare tyaha mero agadi thiyena. Huri jastai jasari aayethyo, tyasari nai bilayera gayo. Ek chhin pachhi po thaha bhayo, Nare ko didi ko gaun ma aago lagera dherai ghar haru dhwasta bhayechhan. Usko didi, venaju, bhanja bhanji kasaiko kehi atto patto thiyena. Anyol ra durbhagya ma manchhe ko jasto durdasha hunchha, tyo shayad bhagban lai pani prabaha chhaina kyare. Natra aafnai srijana ma kina tyati thulo byabadhan bhagban thuparidinchha? Afna santan ko ta sabai lai maya hunchha, bhagban lai chahi tyasko prabaha kina bhayena? Afnai santatiko dukhama bhagban ko kina aankha rasayena? Chot aafulai parda matra tyo peedako chasko anubhav hunchha. Nare afnai thiyo, Nareko paribarle pani malai afnai thaneka thiye. Tyasaile tyo bedana mero pani dherai thorai afnai thiyo.
Arko deen bihana Nare ra ma didi ko gaun najikai pugisakeka thiyaun. Raat bhari ko bus yatra, tyo gaun samma jane arko bus nabhetepachhi saberai char ghantako hindai ma pani Nare chupchap thiyo, ma chupchap thiye, kahile nabheteko aparichit jastai. Gaun aayi pugda tyaha ko kahali lagdo sunyata le hami dubailai nisasyo. Yashai ta thakeko sharir, tyasmathi chinta grasta deemag, attalindai hami didi ko ghar tarfa lagyoun. Sandhai bhari geet gungunaune didi ko madhur swor aaja tyaha thiyena, bachha bachhiko kolahal tyaha aaja thiyena. Bash, dhuwako muslo ek thulo rash mathi bata ananta aakash ma failindai kata kata... K garne k nagarne hos hamima tyatikhera kina hunthyo ra nai, tyahi pani attalindai hami yatra tatra bhauntari raheun. Didi lai k bhayo hola? Venaju bhanja banji lai k bhayo hola? Aru gaunka manchhe haru lai k bhayo hola? Aagoko jwalale ta ghar haru sabai mashanghat jastai bhaisakeka thiye, tara anishchitako chintale hamilai jiundai poldai thiyo, harek naya chhyan ma euta arko aasha kharani ma parinat hundai thiyo.
"Tapain haru yahi gaunko ho?" Akasmat ek jhino sworle hamilai hamro halat bata akkashi byunjhayo. Euti sundar abala, Red Cross ko badge bhirera hamro agadi upasthit thiyin. Mehandi lipiyeko kapal le aadha chhopeko anuhar bhari dhwansh potiyepani tyo anuharko sundarta chhipna sakeko thiyena. "Mero nam chahi Asmita, ma Red Cross ko tarfa bata aayeko. Yaha haru lai kehi ashubidha pareko chha bhane aafno samay milayera malai bhanna nabirshinu hola." Yati bhanera uni tyaha bata hidin. Tyo thaun bata ta uni gayin, tara mero maanashpatal ma bhane kunni kina ho tyasto samayma pani unko tashbir jhaljhali basirayo. Shayad marubhumiko ushnata ma tadpeko yatri lai mrigatrishnale jindagiko aash dekhaudo hola, shayad manchhe lai kunai dukhma arko euta naya suruwat ko aashle santwana dindo hola, malai pani unkai tyo tashbir ma euta nyano santwana milyo, dhurmailo raat ma pani euta tara ko sahara milyo.
Diuso dhalkina lagisakeko bhaye pani rati lai tyaha basne hamro prabandha mileko thiyena. Tyahi Red Cross ko manchhe harulai sodhnu parla bhanera Narelai jau hind bhane. Red Cross Camp ma pudga Asmita tyaha thiyinan. Maan nai kasto khallo bhayo unilai nadekhda, tara sahayog ko lagi Red Cross ko mahanubhav lai dhanyabad takryaundai Nare sangai ma pallo gaun tira ratri ko bisharm tarfa lage. Baato bhari khali eutai kura maan ma kheli rahyo, "Bholi ta abashya nai Asmita sanga bhet hunchha hola". Tyo syano naya aash, tyo gaunko kahali lagdo peeda birsauna malai naulo deesha tira doraundai thiyo...
Kramasha .............
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| M.P. |
Posted
on 20-Apr-04 11:03 PM
Eutaa Muktak (this is uncreative, but I hope scatterbrain does not mind):
Maatmaa thiye,
Tara timle khai k barshyayou
Kalilo youwan laai majetro le chhopera bharshyayou
Laaj darshaayou
Bhanihaale -- ma maatmaa thiyen
Taipani dhaatera k garnu
Tyo raat timle saarai tarshaayou!
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| CatchMeIfYouCan |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 03:09 AM
This is in English, but here I go...
You,
a song that refuses to die,
a scar,
sun.
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| OU812 |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 04:52 AM
Muktak
"Au Priye hagna basum kodobari ma
Himal herera" - Jira
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| rauniyar |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 05:53 AM
Scatterbrain (like your choice of name),
Walla!!! I say, you got a very valid claim that we do have quite a bit of talent pool here that we could use together to create some sort of enterprise that could be used either for-profit-makin or non-profit makin purpose.
Creativity is something that we need to adhere to just to survive and prosper. And we need to do so as regularly and realiaby as we breathe. "The foundation of creativity is built upon some commong fundamental dynamics that we all possess as a human being; it includes motivation, curiosity and fear, connections and evaluation." (Creativity INc. Jeff Mauzy & Richard Harriman, HBS, 1-57851-207-7).
Here is my share of creativity for the day: The artilce was published in one of the celebrated journals of a famous technology school in Boston. Please follow part two of this thread.
Uhi Rajeev,
CT, Amrika
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| rauniyar |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 05:54 AM
Creating a culture of ideas
What sparks the ideas that beget new technologies? Maybe celebrating wrong answers and listening to youth make a good start.
Innovation is inefficient. More often than not, it is undisciplined, contrarian, and iconoclastic; and it nourishes itself with confusion and contradiction. In short, being innovative flies in the face of what almost all parents want for their children, most CEOs want for their companies, and heads of states want for their countries. And innovative people are a pain in the ass.
Yet without innovation we are doomed-by boredom and monotony-to decline. So what makes innovation happen, and just where do new ideas come from? The basic answers-providing a good educational system, encouraging different viewpoints, and fostering collaboration-may not be surprising.
One of the basics of a good system of innovation is diversity. In some ways, the stronger the culture (national, institutional, generational, or other), the less likely it is to harbor innovative thinking. Common and deep-seated beliefs, widespread norms, and behavior and performance standards are enemies of new ideas. Any society that prides itself on being harmonious and homogenous is very unlikely to catalyze idiosyncratic thinking. Suppression of innovation need not be overt. It can be simply a matter of people’s walking around in tacit agreement and full comfort with the status quo. This I can say because I come from a small country little known in itself, but then the
A very heterogeneous culture by contrast, breeds innovation by virtue of its people, who look at everything from different viewpoint. This I can say because I come from a small country little known in itself, but then the culture and values that I possess is something that can be readily shared and exploited in this land of opportunity.America, the so-called melting pot, is seen by many as having no culture. The country is known for highest dropouts in high school and streets plagued by crimes. Yet, looking back over the past century, the United States has accounted for about third of all Nobel prizes and has produced an unrivaled outpouring of innovations- from factory automation to the integrated circuit and gene splicing- that are the backbone of worldwide economic growth.
Two reason for this are; One is that Americans do not stigmatize those how have tried and been unsuccessful. In fact, many VCs are more, not less likely to invest in somebody who has failed in earlier startup than in someone who is launching his or her first company. The real disappointments are when people do not learn from their mistakes.
Part III to follow, thanks.
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| rauniyar |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 05:55 AM
The other reason is that they uniquely willing to listen to the youths. In many cultures, age carries too much weight. Experience is rewarded over imagination, and respect can be too deferential. In some cultures, people are given jobs on the basis of age, creating a sedentary environment stifling to the young. Remember the saying “Children are to be seen and not heard”? Well, look at the economic growth created by such “children” as Bill Gates and Michael Dell, to name just two.
In the race to understand what children learn, we are far too enthusiastic about celebrating their successes. What is more fascinating is what children do wrong. Even the concept of “wrong” should get some attention. Though the wind is not made by leaves flapping, as some children guess, the theory is sufficiently profound that is should not be dismissed out of hand. In fact, disassembling erroneous concepts is one of the best ways to find new ideas. The process is akin to debugging a computer program and has almost nothing to do with drill and practice.
Biggest challenge in stimulating a creative culture is finding ways to encourage multiple points of views. Many engineering deadlocks have been broken by people who are not engineers at all. This is simply because perspective is more important than IQ. The irony is that perspective will not get kids into college, nor does it help them thrive there. Academia rewards depth. Expertise is bred by experts who work with their own kind. Departments and labs focus on fields and sub fields, now and then adding or subtracting a domain. Graduate degrees, not to mention tenure, depend upon tunneling into truths and illuminating ideas in narrow areas.
The antidote to such canalization and compartmentalization is being interdisciplinary, a term that is once utterly banal and, in advanced studies, describes and almost impossible goal. Only recently, have people realized that interdisciplinary approaches can bring enormous value to some very small problems and that interdisciplinary environments also stimulate creativity. In maximizing the differences in backgrounds, cultures, ages, and the like, we increase the likelihood that the results will not be what we had imagined.
Two additional ingredients are needed to cultivate new ideas. Both have to do with maximizing serendipity. First we need to encourage risk. This is particularly hard in midcareer and often flies in the face of peer review and the mechanisms for corporate advancement. This is simply because risk, on its own, can look pretty stupid.
The second ingredient is encouragement for openness and idea sharing-another banality nearly impossible to achieve. At the digital bubble’s peak, being open about ideas was particularly hard for computer scientists because people saw riches coming from not sharing their ideas. Students would withhold ideas until after graduation. As one person held his or her cards close, another followed, and as a result, many research labs declined in value and effectiveness. In this regard, thank God the bubble has burst.
More than ever before, in the new “new economy,” research and innovation will need to be housed in those places where there are parallel agendas and multiple means of support. Universities, suitably reinvented to be interdisciplinary, can fit this profile because their other “product line,” besides research, is people. When research and learning are combined, far greater risks can be taken and the generation of ideas can be less efficient.
The ability to make big leaps of thought is a common denominator among the orignators of breakthrough ideas. Usually this ability resides in people with very wide backgrounds, multidisciplinary minds, and a broad spectrum of experiences. Family influences, role models, travel, and living in diverse settings are obvious contributors, as are educational systems and the way cultures value youth and perspective. As a society, we can shape some of these. Some we can’t. A key to ensuring a stream of big ideas is accepting these messy truths about the origin of ideas and continuing to reward innovation and celebrate emerging technologies.
Uhi Rajeev,
CT, Amrika
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| _sade |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 08:13 AM
It is not my creation but was fond of this ordeal.
" Never try to teach a pig, it will waste your time and annoys the pig"
Scatterbrain well written. Nice thread. Bring it out the hidden talents.
In Jest :)
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 10:42 PM
Part II ...
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 10:43 PM
PArt II Cntd..
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 10:44 PM
Part II cntd...
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 21-Apr-04 10:44 PM
Part II. End of Story!!1
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 25-Apr-04 09:30 AM
Definitely an original idea, Scatterbrain!
OK here goes...
SHADES OF PURPLE
RED, Like a ticking timebomb,
a fury of passionate waves;
Seething in bewilderment,
wandering like a madwoman,
wondering in pregnant silence;
Scattering tears of fathomless emotions,
I'm red, a hurricane, in swirling colors!
BLUE, as the sinking depressions,
of evaporated misty tears;
Dark side of the deepest ocean,
drones of waveless pressures,
reverating in the deepest;
My mind so blue, of senseless blames
saturated in ceaseless indigo!
Shades of PURPLE emerge,
as passion broils unshed tears;
Anguish reduced to ashes,
of pure nothingness;
Amethysts and magentas emanate,
shattering the prisms of the colorwheel;
Drenching me in healing violet.
Mauve as the Yogi's mat,
Reds have changed to lilac;
As passion changes to peace,
I let go my fear of catastrophic loss;
PURPLE is the state of mind,
of excruciating release!!!
SITARA
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| jaya_nepal |
Posted
on 25-Apr-04 10:20 AM
NEPAL.. A great place in Heaven...
Not a poem but a small sketch....
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 25-Apr-04 02:46 PM
Fabulous... Thought this idea had been forgotten in time... But I am glad to see that there are folks, who care about the creative side.
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Disclaimer: I am not gloom personified. :)
With that here's another:
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Depth of love, I did not see
For in passion, I soared the skies,
While plunging to the depths -
You held my hand,
In pain and in pleasure
Of emotions wrapped around a storm
Of blithe moments without direction.
A journey into the bottomless ocean
Breathing your presence,
While the stars sank above -
Oblivious of time, I rushed
Into the chasm in mind
Of unhurried silence here-to-fore unseen
Of serene beauty without measure.
Of those sudden ruffles
That pierced through the deep
Chiseling into our ties,
I am not sure which you could not contain,
I could only watch you
Rushing to the surface for a gasp,
A white flag fluttering in your hand
Bekoning me with gloomy eyes,
To empty my feelings
To rise to bland freedom,
But how can I, from such depths
Of excruciating pain?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Apr-04 06:09 AM
...to continue in the creative corner.
WHIMSICAL DREAMS
I see you quench a thirst,
diving into salt waters;
Searching for a dewdrop,
drying ones you found.
Weaving webs of friendships,
smashing those a-ground.
I see you searching,
thrills beyond reality;
Heartbeats beyond your speed,
searching for a lifestyle,
fantasies without a beat.
I see you running,
demons goading you on;
Dynamic their power,
Unknowing something's wrong.
I see you fading,
immersed in your games;
While I finally walk away,
a reality, not a dream!
I see you searching...haunting favorite grounds!
In Peace,
SITARA
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| kalebhut |
Posted
on 26-Apr-04 06:59 AM
When you're down and they're counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt
When there's no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
When the doctors failed to heal you
When no medicine chest can make you well
When no counsel leads to comfort
When there are no more lies they can tell
No more useless information
And the compass spins
The compass spins between heaven and hell
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
And your eyes turn towards the window pane
To the lights upon the hill
The distance seems so strange to you now
And the dark room seems so still
Let your pain be my sorrow
Let your tears be my tears too
Let your courage be my model
That the north you find will be true
When there's no more useless information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you upon your way
thanks
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| the other one |
Posted
on 26-Apr-04 08:08 AM
Nice, nice!,
Forever Model
Surrender your murals
Asunder mosaic into my flesh
Self coagulated with the soul
Safe against my fat belly
Like a thinking beast under the blanket
I schlep along dull and incoherent
(Who played this trick on me through you?
Through me?)
Alas my mind by itself
With those perky dendrites
Afloat and waiting in some universe
As I take each globs one by one
And devour
Molten melt of a candy bar
Warm, with the feel of melancholy glow
Inside my cheeks
Along my tongues
And around the dentures
Crystal to crystal
One by one
With its own dark possessive gravity
And your gallery of pain, sadness and
Those piercing laughter all alone
(Like a bullet through the tunnel)
Then that you that I painted
How lovely the outline
Those huge lovely eyes, with thick cunning mascara
I take it back
Sprinkles of paint accidental
I give you my sunken eyes instead
Your blood dilapidated soul forever my model
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 26-Apr-04 11:13 AM
Nice to see this thread finally drawing some talents. Lets keep the spirit high.
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Inspired by Sitara ji's Shades of Purple (Hope that clears me of any potential plagiarism, and others here who have expressed beautifully! Thanks to all! )
A dream, mercurial yet riveting
With infinitely stretched realities,
Scattered paths, crossroads
I gallop towards the unknown.
The murky terrain clad in haze
Slaps me across my face,
And there I lay on the trail, awake
In my dream within a dream,
Whispers prevade the air
Recollecting dispersed memories
Carressing a wounded soul softly
Drawing me back to the dream,
But how could I redream the dream?
When suddenly the known unknown
Painstakingly weaves a world
Far removed from what I have seen,
Redraws every contour with caution
Reminding me of its ills,
And how could I redream the dream ?
With a fickle mind blue, so blue
With reason turned purple in pain
With breathtaking vistas replaced
With signs that read "Danger Ahead"
And yet there in that voice,
I feel the supressed pain,
Etching agony across a gentle face
Like unruly vericose veins.
Why is there a need for armed semblance,
Stern tones, sullen looks to linger
Now that I am awake?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Apr-04 07:30 PM
One for the creative corner!
Note: Reproduced in Acrylics on canvas paper --from a quilt-piece done by my colleague.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970
by Leslie Frost Ballantine.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 09:39 AM
Somethings Are Better Left Unsaid
Saturated sorrows, small joys expressed,
a simple life, no fears repressed;
a tiny world, for me and mine,
season's rythmns, natures rhymes;
Excuse us--- for somethings were better left unsaid!
In Peace,
Sitara
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Hehe! I keep coming back to this corner, despite lackluster words! Ok, Rusty, Kalanki, where art thou (just a dramatization of the mundane!)??? Would like to read some of your poems too! :)
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| nescient |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 10:06 AM
I am McDonalds
Without Hamburger
I am Macaroni
Without Cheese
I am Thanksgiving
Without Turkey
I am Christmas
Without Santa Claus
I am Dashin/Tihar
Without khasi ko masu
I am bird
Without wings
I am potential
Without ambition
I am a poem
Without ryme
I am internet
Without porn
I am imagination
Without Creativity
I am a Poet
Without a poem
Disclaimer:Not my original
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| the other one |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 10:51 AM
Belly Sitar
Like anchored strings on a plump sitar
For your tuning around
I sit in a corner, a heart in a vat
For your way; to pull your mood on me
So you know,
I am your eternal audience
Awaiting every night, as
Dust scatters on me from
The memories I left behind
The future I may beget
On this abstruse hinterland
I keep myself untainted
Comfortable in your shoes
For our future bearings
When there are times, I do not reflect
Please do not bend the notes too long
It hurts where it breathes
Such fragile cosmos that I come from
There is no color to my exhaustion
Or is there any retreat
It just flows where it leaks
In this abstruse hinterland
Such is the mystery of this belly
As you carry me around from venue to venue
Sitting on your lap, I listen to your inner glow
And the times when you listen to me
When you play, with your notes away
How we come together
We realize why we even met
Young with smiles again
May this symbion hatch
Into the melodic luster of an orchestra
With pastures of hope
Chiming bells of sanctity and
Courage of the nectarine
Within a budding flower.
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 03:27 PM
Thought I'd write a song in Nepali, but as it reads, I can hardly find it original though I wrote it. Although it sounds like a desperate mating call, it is just my attempt at writing a song for the first time, and absolutely nothing else (Big Disclaimer!!!) . Hope ya'll understand my naivety. :)
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laxfgsf] 3fd clg lbpF;f]sf] kfgL
;fFem;Fu} uf]w'nLdf e]6\g cfpm x} ;fgL ===
of}jg PSn} cFufn]/ slt kfO{nf rfN5f} <
of] dgdf Tof] ?ksf] slt cfuf] afN5f} <
w]/} eof] Tof] df}gtf cfh ltdL tf]8
ltdf] xfd|f] cfh of}6f gofF gftf hf]8 ===
laxfgsf] 3fd clg lbpF;f]sf] kfgL
/fte/L ;kgfdf g;tfp x} gfgL ===
psfnLsf] cK7]/f]nfO{ s}n] kf/ ug]{ <
hLGbuLsf] ysfOdf s}n] ;f; km]g]{ <
ltdLrflx+ cfsf;df x]b}{ dfly dfly
tn ltd|} 5xf/Ldf d 5' efUodfgL ===
laxfgsf] 3fd clg lbpF;f]sf] kfgL
;Fu;Fu} ofqf lx+8f} cfpm cfh xfdL ===
laxfgsf] 3fd clg lbpF;f]sf] kfgL
;fFem;Fu} uf]w'nLdf e]6\g cfpm x} ;fgL ===
-Scats
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| Ashley |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 10:04 PM
-Trying to be creative with someone in my thoughts! :)
Thorny Jiffy; often hard-hitting, even sardonic – I faced it !
Lord owes me delight!
Driftwood n shipwreck; knotty journey – I crossed it!
Lord owes me serenity!
Vanities dead, Fairy intent detested – I survived!
Lord owes me tenderness!
Lonesomeness, futile companionship- I moved on!
Lord owes me amusement!
If thou have over me to bless what I owe!
‘Just “he” cos my guts contend with him only’
For all my days of Glee and incredulity
are clutched in his arms and eyes entire!!
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| Ashley |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 10:06 PM
Pls read I owe as HE owes
Ashley!
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| Sonika_NY |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 10:53 PM
Boring corner. Heavy heavy bullshit word. few people here need help. lol
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 27-Apr-04 11:28 PM
Before any plague takes over the beauty, here's our friendly reminder for posting on this thread for those new to this thread or are simply challenged in everyway.
Rules of the Disciplined
1. Post only writings/articles/musings/poems/art, yours or credited, as long as it is creatively stimulating.
2. Do not post any comments (good, bad, or otherwise) to the postingd in the thread. Praises and comments and whatever angst is in your mind could go in another thread, or send a sajha mail to the writer.
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April sky rolling
Rain, shine, rain, rain, shine ...
State of my mind.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 05:12 AM
To continue...scatter's
"April sky rolling
Rain, shine, rain, rain, shine ...
State of my mind. "
Don't blame me,
for the weather,
T'is all in your mind!
;)
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| MunnaBhai |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 06:46 AM
Wah Wah Ashley and Sitaraji..aap log ke kavita padke hamar dil bahut kush huwa hye..Scatterbrainbhai ne hum log ko comment karne se mana kiya hye magar hum aap log ke wah wah karke bina nahi baith sakye..adaab adaab..
sonika_NY bahenji,
aap ke "heavy heavy" word sun sunke mera kaan pak gaya hye..aap ko maddat chahiye..aur get life
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| Usher |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 07:13 AM
Great going Sitara, SCatterbrain and Ashley. Wish I can write like you.
One of my all time favorite song by Pink Floyd
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
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| NK |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 07:41 AM
Life Of A Plant
That plant
Had seen its better days- wouldn't you say?
I see it going out the window
Ka-boom!
I must say.
Tips of round and shiny leaves
have gone south -
Brown
Stem once tall and proud
now stooped
Shameless! Begging for one more chance.
Ssheer embarrassment
I avert my eyes
I hear the sound
Ka-Boom!
Cancerous growth on its tip
And who knows what on its soul?
Today
I made up my mind
It must go
Ka-boom!
What do yo say?
Like scatterbrain said let's keep the comments out, shall we?
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| nsshrestha |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 07:57 AM
A Muktak in KM Byathit Style.
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Satta ko unmad ma ardhamudit nayan haru ko sapana,
santi ko parda ma latpatyaiyeka
nirankushata ka ardhaskhalit bichar haru
ko kaljeyita ko kamana,
nitanta niji samaya/chhetra ma
Itihaas sanga ko chyyanik hastamaithun matrai ho.
Anyone to translate? :)
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 08:01 AM
To continue what has been continued:
April sky rolling
Rain, shine, rain, rain, shine ...
State of my mind.
"Don't blame me,
for the weather,
T'is all in your mind!"
Though I have at times,
Unleashed the rain on you
But that's not for you to find.
:)
- Scats
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| nsshrestha |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 08:31 AM
Itihash: Byathit Sailee ka Chhota kabita Haru
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1.
Satta ko unmad ma ardhamudit nayan haru ko sapana,
santi ko parda ma latpatyaiyeka
nirankushata ka ardhaskhalit bichar haru
ko kaljeyita ko kamana,
nitanta niji samaya/chhetra ma
Itihaas sanga ko chyyanik hastamaithun matrai ho.
2.
Hatti baliyo ki Hatti Chhap chappal baliyo?
Tyo ta Itihash lai abaruddha parna katibaddha,
Itihash ko biparit disha ma tairado,
Thakit Hatti lai matra thaha hune kuro ho.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 09:44 AM
REQUEST TO THE BELLY SITAR
Coaxing the melodies, long forgotten,
You're a twinge in my conscience,
Memories of straining strings of wispy notes,
Entwined in impeccable harmony.
Haunt me not, while you lay on your belly,
beseeching to be fine tuned,
caressed by fingers, long immobile.
So fragile... , so fragile this heart.
Pluck not at a haunted soul,
I fret to revisit the vibrations of bygone days!
The plectron's bloodied my fingers,
compositions of disharmony,
dripping red tears,
your neck stained in agony.
Coerce me not,
shattered pitch, dismembered songs,
fragmented shards of feelings,
Oh Belly Sitar, I beseech,
Allow me to revel in your beauty,
while dust kittens play on your strings!!!!
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| Sonika_NY |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 10:30 AM
Scatter brain, we are free to write whatever we want. no one listening you. Munnabhai dhoti go to hell
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| MunnaBhai |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 11:23 AM
sonika ny bahenji..hell was full so i came back..aap hamar saath ayengi to jaroor entrance payenge..aap ko maddat chaiye..aur get life ;)
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| shagadelic |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 11:25 AM
lol
>>aap hamar saath ayengi to jaroor entrance payenge
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| the other one |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 12:12 PM
Sitaraji, I am in predicament here, that was on someone else's behalf, but let me try the other half, aka my 50 cents...
Thus Spoke the Belly.
Let me not stand on my pregnant belly
Let me be straddled on your laps
What am I? What are you?
But synchrony in dusts
Smears in time (just saves nine)
Forlorn as it may be
Let the frets juggle in me wild
Calling the rapture in nature
For it behooves the comet in us
Let the pluck of your inner perfume
Set ambience for the passions and lusts creation
I’d rather stay course
For it’s the harmony in us that I long
And not the nature
For the sufferage is in you and us
And not the nature
For in nature I suffer enough
Now its it you that I take ablution.
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| the other one |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 12:52 PM
Usher Ji, I take it you are in the US reading your other postings, Just wanted to tell you there is this Floyd Cover band called The machine (www.themachinelive.com) thats really good. They are playing around Ocean City NJ tomorrow if you are around the area.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Apr-04 01:55 PM
The Other One ji, sorry about the predicament! :)
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| the other one |
Posted
on 29-Apr-04 07:55 AM
No problem Sitara ji, I guess you did squeeze something out of my predicament after all.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Apr-04 09:33 AM
And still continuing.... Scatter's
"April sky rolling
Rain, shine, rain, rain, shine ...
State of my mind."
Don't blame me,
for the weather,
T'is all in your mind!
"Though I have at times,
Unleashed the rain on you
But that's not for you to find.'
No hurricane too big for me,
No winter storm which bothered me,
But, t'was that last, single drop,
smack! shook me, chilled me, wore me in!
...Thanks to your moody rain, I found out I had Pneumonia! :(((((
:)
Hey hey, enjoying the warm, beautiful day!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Apr-04 09:49 AM
Hey hey, NK! A pleasure to see you; hope you and yours are fine!
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| the other one |
Posted
on 29-Apr-04 10:26 AM
Tangerine (25 cents plus tax)
Took me 20 years plus to know it
A creature from dry fields of China
Brought to my senses by new world enterprise
It was right there looking at me, “Hey I’m Chinese”.
I knew, I had read somewhere
The Name Card read: Tangerine.
“Madam Tangerine” I added in soliloquy
Up close, it looked shiny and tougher than the
Breed of oranges I was used to
In unfamiliar familiarity I took it upon my palm
I was holding another part of the world
Just across the Himalayas, I was closer to home
25 cents plus tax for the madam.
After some intimate familiarity
I placed her on the table and spun
It rolled and set itself on my lap
I dug at one pole of it with Index finger
Her smell called for more
Brought my tongue to the fissure
And dug deeper and deeper and deeper
It was stuck on me
I was on my hands and knees on the floor
Like in some yogic position
I looked at us in the mirror
But all I saw was the madam
I was no more
I was hexed by a voodoo bitch from China
For some 25 cents plus tax.
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 29-Apr-04 04:27 PM
Sometimes I wonder, if u really know
How much I love you,
how much I care for you.
I wonder, if you truely understand
how deeply you have been engraved into my life.
I wonder, if you will ever realize...!
You may never fully comprehend my affection,
And I may NEVER find the words to express them.
But always know
Each time you smile,
each time you cry,
every ounce of happiness you feel
& every emotion you experience,
I feel it too!
Coz u r my heart!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 30-Apr-04 08:12 AM
In Retrospect...
A patch of grassy weedy turf,
winding, snaking, serene curves--
peat-filled, moisture reworked ground,
beds for roses, in my surround;
Muddy ankles, sweaty hikes,
smoothe silences, passionate nights;
long stemmed glasses, violet wines
ambrosia--spices, flavours, relishing times;
Pages of poetry, unspoken depths,
breezy evenings, leaves strewn paths;
Pittering rain and pattering feet,
vivacious laughter, silly feats;
Not much of anything no grandiose designs
a simple life, some peaceful times!
In retrospect... "not much of anything" was my everything!
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| selfexplorer |
Posted
on 30-Apr-04 11:54 AM
Before birth, you were in the hands of God, the nature.
After death, you will be in the same hands again.
In between the two, we are just actors taking part in a drama - some are men, some women with different kinds of role.
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| Ashley |
Posted
on 09-May-04 11:06 AM
Finally..Phew!!!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 09-May-04 12:27 PM
the other one, I had heard about the concert :( unfortunately can't make it!
Usher, jus wanted to tell you that that's my fav. song in terms of lyrics:
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
:) good going creative corner! NK mamu, how are the flowers blooming?
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| confused |
Posted
on 09-May-04 01:35 PM
ma ni auta mero fav song ko lyrics post garchu hai :)
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know"
and THEn when i listen to this song, i say to myself "WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD"
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 13-May-04 07:04 PM
I donot have words, I just have teardrops!
U questioned the reasons behind my tears
alas, answers I did not have any.
The more I tried to give away the reasons
the more I broke down and cried.
Know, everytime I run out of words to express the world in my heart
tears become my words,
expressing everything burried deep down in my soul,
in my conscience, the territory yet untouched & unscathed.
5/13
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| scatterbrain |
Posted
on 13-May-04 08:07 PM
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