Grass-Tears

mass grave . . .
are they grass tears,
this dew?

©2014 dalvir gill

Balram Ko Gussaa KiuN Aataa Hai – I

Balram Bodhi सहमत हूँ दलवीर| इतिहास के विकास पर मैं भी सवाल उठता हूँ ;
गुजरात की घटनायों पर लिखा मेरा नाटक असल में इसी समझ को चुनौती देता था की इतिहास के साथ विकास सीधे जुडा हुआ है!

नाटक के दोनों नायक गनी खान और नबी खान तीन सदीयों बाद यह देखने भारत आते हैं की औरंगजेब के बाद का भारत कहाँ पहुंचा है, तो वो बड़ी-बड़ी इमारतें, बसें गाडीयें देख कर चकरा जाते हैं|
लेकिन जैसे ही वो दंगों में फंसते हैं तो उन्हें पता चलता है कि आदमी में तो कुछ भी नहीं बदला–सिर्फ ईंट-पत्थर और पहियों के जुड़ने के तरीके बदले हैं|
वो फैसला करते हैं की उन्हें वहाँ ही जाना होगा जहां कश्मीर के पंडित गए थे। आखिरकार गुरू ने उनसे वादा किया था कि उनका खालसा उनकी हिफ़ाज़्त करेगा
लेकिन यह क्या, वो तो देख्ते है कि पँथ के दावेदार तो समय के औरँगज़ेबों से मिले हुए हैं, उनसे मिल कर उन को मारने की फ़िराक में हैं, तो वो चोगा उतार कर अतीत में लौट जाते हैं, यह पुकारते हुए कि

हर तरफ़ औरँगज़ेब हैं, लेकिन खालसा कहाँ है?।

लेकिन इस कथा का सूत्रधार इतना सौभाग्यशाली नहीं है, वो भी राम-नवमी पर राम ढूँढने चला था लेकिन उसे हर तरफ़ रावण(शोर से भरे हुआ) ही रावण मिलते हैं< पर्न्तु वह किसी अतीत में छिप नहीं सकता, क्योंकि उसकी देह महज़ चोगा नहीं है, जिसे वो उतार दे और छिप जाऎ! लो मैनें पूरा पाठ सुना दिया।
जय हो!!!!

Balram Ko Gussaa KiuN Aataa Hai – II

Balram Bodhi

दलवीर तुम जानते हो मैं कोई तुमसे छोटा नालायक नहीं हूँ…..हां हां हां…..मजा आ गया,….वैसे, उस नाटक की स्क्रिप्ट मेरे पास है नहीं, सैमुय्ल के पास थी, उसने संभाली नहीं, अब मेरा क्या दोष, पहले लिखूं फिर संभालूं ……अरे यह तो व्ही बात हुई की मरूं भी मैं और रोयूं भी मैं…………..हा हा हा हा………..फिर से मज़ा आया| अब नाराज़ मत होना यार, तुम्हारी नाराजगी नुझे अच्छी नहीं लगती, मैनें उस नाटक के बारे में तुमसे बात ही इस लिए की थी की मेरा मन कहता था कि कुछ निशाँ बच जाएँ| नाटक का नाम था, “तैं की दर्द ना आया”; उस नाटक में एक और सीन था, अष्टमी पर होने वाले कंजक पूजन का………..; गलीयों में निरीह देवियों से जबर-जिनाह करने के बाद हिंदुत्व के गाजी घर लौट कर चोटी बच्ची की कंजक रूप में पूजा करते हैं, उस बच्ची नें उन्हें खिड़की से गलीयों में धधियाते देखा है, अब वो उसकी पूजा कर रहे हैं, बच्ची सिमटती जा रही है, दुर्गा स्त्रोत पीछे से गूँज रहा है, धुन लास्य नहीं बल्कि ताण्डवी है, अब पूजा करके वो लोग चले जाते हैं, बच्ची बेहोश हो कर गिर जाती है, वो मुड़ कर नहीं देखते, अब पता नहीं यह पूजा थी या क्या था| दूसरी तरफ दंगों में मरे लोग फिर से उठते हैं तो उनके जिस्मों से हथियार उग रहे होते हैं|

July 21 at 10:56pm

Kame San‎ – What wind brought this gentle white nameless flower before the railway station ?

Kame San‎Haiku MasterClass

September 7, 2012 ·

What wind brought this gentle
white nameless flower before
the railway station ?

— Dimitar Anakiev

HMC, 09/07/2012

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  Dalvir Gill loved this ‘white nameless’ … what’s in a name anyways..

  September 7, 2012 at 2:09am · Like · 1
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  Hengameh Ahmadi lovely!

  September 7, 2012 at 2:30am · Like · 1
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  Mokhtar Sah Malik its a helpless journey.Finally you found a station.(my interpretation of your poem).

  September 8, 2012 at 4:32am · Like · 1
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  Gillena Cox image of the colour of the flower and the resonance of not knowing… a happy blend

  September 8, 2012 at 9:14am · Unlike · 1
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  Dalvir Gill the arrival of two wanderers at a place juxtaposed in a royal fashion

  September 8, 2012 at 2:51pm · Like
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  Taro Aizu Nice haiku like Issa who expresses pities for little living things.

  September 8, 2012 at 8:26pm · Like
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  Kame San Thanks all you guys from these nice comments! I learn from them! And thank you all for “likes”!

  September 10, 2012 at 6:03am · Unlike · 1
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  Ed Bremson LOVE THIS!!

  September 10, 2012 at 7:26am · Unlike · 2
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  Dalvir Gill Ed‘die, the ambiguity we talk about, love so much, isn’t a bad ingredient in all art-forms but for Haiku, simply aha

  September 10, 2012 at 7:30am · Like · 1
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  Ed Bremson I agree Dalvir, so much love ambiguity, multiple meaning, multiple interpretations

  September 10, 2012 at 9:14am · Like
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  Dalvir Gill I especially love it in haiku, where we try to make our ‘images’ so concrete, there hardest part, for me, is to keep that. concreteness through ambiguity, is the real challenge.

  September 10, 2012 at 9:17am · Like
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  Ed Bremson added meaning

  September 10, 2012 at 9:17am · Like
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  Ed Bremson yes, but since we are limited, any time we can add meaning, all the better!

  September 10, 2012 at 9:18am · Unlike · 1
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  Ed Bremson any time we can add meaning by the images we use, or the words that mean more than one thing in English, without adding syllables, that is so great

  September 10, 2012 at 9:19am · Unlike · 1
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  Dalvir Gill new interpretation by every new reader. even if we don’t try, still it’s gonna be,”Not we, but the books read us.”

  September 10, 2012 at 9:20am · Like · 1

Fairy Dharawat‎ – animated conversations a lone mind doing dishes

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Fairy Dharawat‎Haiku MasterClass

September 6, 2012 ·

animated conversations
a lone mind
doing dishes

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  Lee Ash
  fairy u make me sooo happy

  September 6, 2012 at 7:42am · Like · 1
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  Fairy Dharawat 🙂

  September 6, 2012 at 7:49am · Like
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  Kame San
  Excellent haiku Fairy! Congratulation! It is a power of Gendai too! You use phrase with cultural meaning “animated conversations ” as a juxtaposition pair to phrase speaking about everyday life. The juxtaposition is created exactly between words “animation” and “lone mind”. Haiku with very strong message about our time! My respect Fairy, very nice!

  September 6, 2012 at 2:17pm · Like · 2
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  Quamrul Hassan
  awesome

  September 6, 2012 at 2:38pm · Like · 1
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  Fairy Dharawat
  Kame San u made my day!

  September 7, 2012 at 3:36am · Like
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  Fairy Dharawat
  Quamrul Hassan 🙂

  September 7, 2012 at 3:36am · Like
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  Jaswinder Singh
  excellent

  September 7, 2012 at 10:00am · Like · 1
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  Dalvir Gill
  ooh, that endless “inner dialogue”, never seen portrayed better. congrats Fairy, I bet the it can be heard clearly over the clatter of the dishes, in these “animated conversations.” exceptionally great haiku

  September 8, 2012 at 1:34am · Like · 3
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  Fairy Dharawat
  yess

  September 8, 2012 at 1:41am · Like
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  Lee Ash
  many more to come

  September 8, 2012 at 1:55am · Like · 1
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  Dalvir Gill Linda L.
  I’m with you in the celebrations that a haizen is born, especially, when a committed artist like Jaswinder Singh, is determined to translate and/or turn every good ‘ku into a haiga. On a serious note; in every haiku by masters, I don’t look for the desired ‘ingredients’ of a haiku but only one thing; what zen thought ( there’s only one, if any ) is being transmitted. This is not the craft, but that that the creation is coming from a Zen-mind, the only requirement, according to me. This haiku, to me, talks about the core ‘thought’ of zen understanding, it’s an achievement, and Fairy has all the right to feel proud of herself, and feel blessed, she really is. aha! a haizen is born!!!

  September 8, 2012 at 2:15am · Like · 2
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  Lee Ash
  Amen

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  Lee Ash
  Dalvir everytime Fairy writes something new it drives butterflies in me… i bloom open… and i don’t regret having introduced Haiku to her…it is salvation from the atrocities on beautiful minds…. I dont know if i make my mentors proud or not….but i can proudly say i consider fairy as my compatriot…nothing lesser

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  Dalvir Gill
  agreed ….. in smiles

  September 8, 2012 at 2:23am · Like · 1
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  Jaswinder Singh
  who knows whether I will draw another breath? ..see you but I don’t know… when

  September 8, 2012 at 2:27am · Like
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  Dalvir Gill
  hahahaha, Jaswinder San, I know, you have to work for a long time, and all this time you’ll be breathing too …

  September 8, 2012 at 2:29am · Like
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  Gillena Cox
  some one has to do the dishes

  September 8, 2012 at 9:16am · Like · 1
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  Dalvir Gill Gillena,
  in my slang they say when you wash clothes or do dishes, along with all the grime every vice is washed out of off you at the finishing moment. what i say even the journey is it’s own reward.Fairy recorded the right moment when mind is free. inner chatter is the loudest, and a phrase appears,”animated conversations.” , celebratory time :))

  September 8, 2012 at 2:48pm · Like
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  Gillena Cox
  thank you for sharing Dalvir ; makes good sense

  September 8, 2012 at 2:51pm · Like · 1
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  Dalvir Gill
  oh sharing always does and it always is fun! it isn’t without a reason that Buddha said,”Once you have known the happiness of sharing you will never have a single meal alone.” it’s a happy sign that all the groups working on fb are becoming friendlier. and life is happier when you are free to breath :)) Love & Light. Everyone Stay Blessed.:)))

  September 8, 2012 at 3:04pm · Like · 1

Jaswinder Singh – golden sunshine on screamingly green tree – how bleak the shade

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golden sunshine
on screamingly green tree –
how bleak the shade

 

 

Tears of Grass

mass grave . . .
are these tears of grass?
this dew!

So What??? – II ( continuing )

 

cloudless sky
reflected in wave-less pond;
meditation

that i just scratched is nothing, just clever wording, soothing to “some ears” -a mild short poem, at the best; but, ( your )

the sky
tousles in the pond . . .
a lotus

is a really nice hokku!
do you catch my drift?

the jump from first two lines to the third ( a lotus ) is which brings in the “Dreaming-Room”, creates the Ma. There’s Yugen ( mystery & depth ) in it. solving the mystery is what we call “participation by the reader”, something a must in hokku – preached, but not practiced.

Now, Every reader will interpret it differently based on his/her sociology-geographical and/or cultural background, on one’s own personal intellectual/existential experience, adding layers to this hokku – its forte.

Whereas, a “description” of a moment/images blandly juxtaposed on doesn’t leave anything for a reader, it doesn’t let the reader to enter into the poem and hence doesn’t encourage him to interpret, to re-interpret it – over and over.

A “small nature-poem” describing “a snap-shot of nature in a moment” even if written while following all the so-called “rules of haiku-writing” is fated to only ONE interpretation, no matter who reads it;
but, a hokku on the other hand will not only be interpreted by each reader differently, but also, the same reader will interpret it differently at different times, in different states of mind. Only because of one reason and that’s Ma, created by “kire” ( the act of cutting ), it not only lets the reader enter into the poem but welcomes him/her.

The “So What” of Parminder Sodhi

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Dalvir Gill

SO WHAT???

cloudless sky
reflected in wave-less pond;
meditation

one can write 50 like this one i just did, in a day. nice thought, but is it hokku?!
and then, on a second thought, the ilks of these are still better than the ones being written on this and/or other pages/sites where a mechanical approach is applied that of “kigo – jux of two images – other paraphernalia”
without any sense of what kigo is and without understanding that jux should create mystery providing depth to the poem forming multiple layers.

blooming acacia . . .
squirrels taking turns, going
up and down

acacia flowers in a particular season – so kigo. and the frolicking of squirrels is jux’ed with the blooming acacia. what a joke! or in Sodhi Parminders words, “So What!!!”
a comment on Sarbjit Singh‘s

the sky
tousles in the pond . . .
a lotus

[ this brings me to my next question is this a Haibun ( = over-simplified as verse+haiku) ]

Tadpoles punjabi

Tadpoles – Punjabi

ਝਰਨਾ ਝਾਕੇ
ਪੁੱਲ ਉੱਤੋਂ ਦੀ ਹੋ ਕੇ . . .
ਡੱਡ-ਪੂੰਗ

falls loom
over the bridge . . .
tadpoles

Yosa Buson – ਚੰਨ ਚਮਕੇ ਸਿਖਰ . . . ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵੇਹੜਿਓਂ ਲੰਘਦਾ

ਚੰਨ ਚਮਕੇ ਸਿਖਰ . . .

ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵੇਹੜਿਓਂ
ਲੰਘਦਾ

– ਯੋਸਾ ਬੂਸੋਂ
ਪੰ. ਅਨੁ.: ਦਲਵੀਰ ਗਿੱਲ
Yosa Buson

The moon shines at the zenith.
I pass poor quarters.

Moon in the sky’s top,
clearly passes through
this poor town street

Pendulum

ਪੇਂਡੂਲੰਮ –
ਕਰ ਆਪਨੇ ਦੀਪਕ
ਖੂਹ ਮੇਂ ਪੜੇ ਧੜੰਮ

ਜੋਦੜੀ ਦਸਹੁੰ ਅਵਤਾਰਿ ਪਾਸਿ

ਅਕਾਲ-ਨਿਰੂਪ ਵਿੱਚ ਕਾਲ ਆ
ਘੁੱਪ ਹਨੇਰ ਨਿਗਲਿਆ ਚਾਨਣ ਹੁਣ ਕਲਾ ਧਾਰ

ਨਤਮਸਤ ਮਤਸਯ ਪ੍ਰਗਟਾਉ ਸਤਯ
ਲੈ ਸਪਤ-ਰੂਹ ਜੜ੍ਹੀ-ਬੀਜ ਸਬੂੰਹ ਕਰਵਾਉ ਪਾਰ

ਕਰੀਮ ਕੂਰਮ੍ਯ ਆਧਾਰਿਦਾਨ ਦੇ
ਸੁਰੋਸੁਰ ਤਿਆਰ ਮੰਥੈ ਮਾਰੋ ਮਾਰ ਅਵਸੰਨ ਮੰਦਾਰ

ਪਤਨ ਪ੍ਰਿਥਵਿ ਅਥਾਹ ਕਿਥੁ ਵਲ ਵਰਾਹੁ
ਹੇ ਨੀਲਾਕਾਰੁ ਤੇਰੋ ਦੋਏ ਦਾੜ੍ਹ ਲੈ ਪਕੜ੍ਹ ਉਬਾਰ

ਅਵਾਕ ਭਗਤ ਖੜ੍ਹਾ ਵੈਰੀ ਚਤੁਰ ਬੜਾ
ਦੇ ਨਖਿ ਲਿਸ਼ਕਾਰ ਹੇ ਸਿੰਘ-ਪੁਰਸ਼ੋਤਮ ਬੁਲਾਉ ਇਹਨੂੰ ਪਾਰ

ਹੋਇਆ ਚਪਟ ਬ੍ਰਹਮਾਂਡ ਤ੍ਰੇਤੇ ਕਲਿ-ਕਾਂਡ
ਮਹਾਂਬਲਿ ਅਹੰਕਾਰ ਗੁੰਗ ਸ਼ੁਕ੍ਰਚਾਰ ਢਾਈ ਡਿੰਘ ਮਾਰ

ਛਤ੍ਰੀ ਮਲਿ ਭਖੈ ਭਾਖਾ ਮਲੇਸ਼ ਕਥੈ
ਪਰਸ਼ੁ ਤੇਰੇ ਹੱਥ ਹਿੱਤ ਪਰਸੁਆਰਥ ਹੁਣ ਕਰ ਪ੍ਰਹਾਰ

ਰਮਿ ਰਮੈ ਰਾਮੁ ਸਭ ਠਉਰ ਗਾਂਵ
ਹੂਆ ਜਗਮਾਤਿਹਾਰ ਹੋ ਸਿੰਧ ਪਾਰ ਅਸੁਰ ਨਾਭਿ ਪਾੜੁ

ਉੱਜੜੇ ਵੱਗ ਜਾਣ ਫਿਰਿ ਛੇੜੁ ਤਾਣੁ
ਵਾਸੁ-ਕੁਟੁੰਬ ਫਟੇ ਦੇਖ ਕੰਸ ਹਸੈ ਵਿਰਾਟਿ ਫਿਰਿ ਵਿਸ੍ਵਰੂਪ ਧਾਰੁ

ਗੂੰਜੈ ਗੋਬਿੰਦਿਗੀਤ ਅਨਾਹਦ ਸਰਬਮੀਤ
ਸੱਤੂ-ਭੇਟੁ ਹੋ ਮਥੁਰਾਪਤਿ ਗੋਪਿ ਪਰਮਾਗਤਿ ਰਾਧੈ ਗਲਿ ਪੁਸ਼ਪਹਾਰੁ

ਹੇ ਅਰਥ-ਸਿੱਧ ਕਰੂੰ ਬਿਨਤਿ ਕਿਹ ਬਿਧ
ਮੈਂ ਦੂਈ ਜੋਹਾਂ ਫਿਰਿ ਇਕੁ ਹੋਹਾਂ ਜਾਣਿ ਆਤਮਿ-ਸਾਰੁ

ਹੇ ਜਗਤਨਾਥ ਹੇ ਪ੍ਰਾਣਾਧਾਰ
ਤਮਸ ਗੰਭੀਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਭਵੰ-ਖਿਣ ਆ ਕਰ ਸੰਘਾਰ

– ਦਲਵੀਰ ਗਿੱਲ

Photo: Jagdeep Singh Faridkot

History Is The Autobiography of Time …

 

History Is The Autobiography of Time …
ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਸਮੇਂ ਦੀ ਆਤਮਕਥਾ ਦਾ ਨਾਂ ਹੈ।
इतिहास समय की आत्मकथा का नाम है।