Quotes and poetry by akarna

ज्योत।

अंग अंग में बदलता अंबर
आज कुछ ऐसे बसा,

की सागर किनारे
सुनहली रोशनी को भी
हाथों में पल भर के लिए समेटने चले,

पैरों तले डगमगाते लहर,
कदम और उनके निशानों संग
सूरज को भी ले डूबे

कोरा अंधेरा बाहर छाने लगा
और भीतर भी,

परछाई से गम बाटने लगे अब,
कल की आस में।

त
©akarna

akarna 48w

#wod #art

Capo' no hope.

Been years since
I learnt to
play,
Been years since
I yearned to
play.

Tuning a song right
humming
on beat,
Letting a note wrong
ignorant
off beat.

Riffed passion, chorded hearts
knew the majors and minors byheart
still do, where
Minor incidents
led to
major sacrifices.

Remembering a proud love
holding a once beloved in present
staying firm,
fumbling,
loosing grip
on time.

Strings for the ages
learnt, and
strings for an eternity
cut.

Ts
©akarna

akarna 48w

Occupational Hazards- 1.

There lies a chef,
a knife in hand and
gossip on the tray,
chopping words
in the day,
preparing rumours
fresh to serve

There lies a sailor,
a map in hand,
spit full of smile
sailing on oceans
of envy,
making storms
in a cup of tea.

There lies a teacher,
chalk in hand,
half knowledge on boards
teaching worn out
equations,
answering doubts
of today, tomorrow.

Ts
©akarna

akarna 48w

"Look at you,
staring at others,
judging, what you do."

Normal see.

Walking slow
on fast roads
seeing backs as faces
friendly small talk
with the thinnest air,
following their shadows
my bestest mate.

Sitting low
on high chairs
alone at a table for two
ordering the same
like everyone before in line,
being fed,
the choicest of words.

Smiling wide
for narrow minds
buying more and more tape
sticking it on
stretched faces left and right,
on cheap heads too
at the expense of sanity.

T.s.
©akarna

akarna 48w

(written on a whim, free to scroll)

Early mornings meant
a glass of milk with turmeric,
an unwilling acquaintance,
now became a cup of chai,
an addictive companion.
Contents changed, so did life.

Sipping on 2 cups daily,
sniffing in a familiar aroma and soul
that appreciated each others' company,
unlike a few.
Routines changed, so did times.

I burnt my tongue
the very first time I drank tea
wasn't my last time either,
while tasting reality.
Views changed, so did people.

Grandma added cardamom,
Ma, cinnamon and I added basil,
generations brewed freshness
for stale, stagnant imaginations.
Tastes changed, mornings,
still remained the same.

Ts

Te amo.

"I was drunk,
not on love or alcohol,
but on a
cup of chai and
biscuits"

Ts
©akarna

akarna 48w

Translation:

"रंगबेरंगी - Colourful.

Day, after day

As the evening
changes its shades,
the same way
humans change their faces.

Where one became
a devotional song(अभंग - Marathi)
of peace,
The other kept on
disturbing peace."

अभंग(Hindi) - Uninterrupted, in flow

रंगबेरंगी।

दिन प्रतिदीन,

संध्या जिस तरह
अपने रंग बदलती गई
इसी तरह लोग भी
चहेरे बदलते गए।

जहा एक बना
शांति का अभंग
दूसरा करता चला
शांतता को भंग।

-त

©akarna

akarna 48w

जाने क्यों��‍♂️

Translation:
"Do you know why?
(पत्ता-leaf, पता- to know)

Do leaves also get enraged?

Then why do they quiver with the winds?

Why do they shed like tears?
Why do they let go off their shades?

Why do new leaves take their place?

The laughing, dancing trees, why don't they grieve?
The unbalanced feet, why do they stamp while walking on the coffin (of dry leaves)?

Why then, only the leaves do shed in mourning?

Why don't then, leaves get enraged?
Why....??"

पत्ता हैं क्यों?

क्या पत्तों को भी गुस्सा आता हैं?

तो जाने क्यों हवा से हैं कापते?

क्यों वो जाते हैं अश्क समान झड?
रंग क्यों बिखेर देते अपना?

क्यों उनकी जगह नए पत्ते ले जाते?

हस्ते, झूलते पेड़ क्यों नहीं जाते हैं रूठ?
डगमगाते पैर क्यों कुचल देते हैं उनके कब्र?

क्यों शोक में भी पत्ते ही गिरते?

फिर भी क्यों पत्ते गुस्सा नहीं करते?
क्यों....??

-त
©akarna

akarna 49w

Dad gave
a name to me,
at school I was
given some more,
teasingly, lovingly.

Carrying heavy books
in my cool schoolbag
light as a cloud
pulling me down were
those taunts, heard loud.

Mom told, don't
forget to make friends
so I smiled, shook a hand
dreams were shaken too
I, for myself, unable to take a stand.

Alone on benches
broken, battered, tired
pencil, pens and eraser
scribbled a futile tale
of experiences without closure.

Chalks screeching daily
teachers too
lost, on days and tries
weekly, a weakling now
inner voices, a far cry.

Ts

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Bullying exists in all parts, walks and ways of life.

It's tough to stand upto it, but not impossible,
I did it, and I was understood by people who heard.
Hoping people who face it find a way out too.

#farcry
#wod

akarna 49w

#tautogram #wod

Token to thank.

Toss the threads
tampering thoughts that
throw them towards
toxic tragedies.

Tie the threads
throughout twisted tongues
that tasted
toothless travesties.

Trust the threads
that thanklessly taught
tumultuous times
to tackle their
tiniest
tears.

Ts
©akarna

akarna 49w

Translation:
"Meghdoot - Cloud messenger

Out of the windows
I look at the black clouds
and I ponder

Let there be a
roof on the head
where rain would fall
with tears

Let there be an
umbrella in one hand
on which would rest
drops of old memories

Let there be a
puddle underneath my feet
where childhood's
laughter would be heard once again

I'm still pondering
looking at the clear skies."

Meghdoot.

Kaale badalo ko
khidkiyo se dekh
vichaar karta hu

sar par bas koi
chath ho
jaha baarish
aankho sang barse

haath mein ek
chaata ho
jispar thehre
yaado ki boonde

pairo tale koi
keechad ho
bachpana jisme
khila khila uthe

vichaar kar raha hu ab bas
saaf aasmano ko dekh

Ts
©akarna