हम क्यों कतराते हैं अपनी बात कहने से?

क्यों हम झुकते हैं दिल का बयान करने से?

सब कुछ एक जैसा ही तो है हमारे जीवन में

संघर्ष सब करते हैं, रुकावटें भी आते हैं,

प्यार भी होता है, दिल भी टूटता है कोई ज़िंदगी में नया आता है, 

कभी हमेशा के लिए छोड़ जाता है 

मिट्टी के खिलौने जैसी लगती है मुझे ज़िंदगी,

कई बार टूट जाती है पर फिर नए रूप, अलग भेस में अपना किरदार निभाती है 

हर एहसास में एक नशा सा है 

किसी की मुस्कुराहट में, अपना रास्ता चुनने में,

कई बार गिरकर, उठने में। 

Ek kahani dafn thi kahin 

Zinda hai ab bahut kuch keh gai

I saw myself in the mirror

I could see you in my eyes

A smile lifted up my face

But tears rolled down my eyes

Who do you see in the mirror?

Stand up close to find

When the night is dead 

But alert is the subconscious mind

If it’s you caress yourself 

If it’s she/he/they/them

Tell them 

It’s time   

Look at yourself in the mirror 

Don’t run away 

Heal

Give yourself some time

Poetry Reading - Awakened (self- written & published)

As a poet, I enjoy reading my poems to people. That’s how you become a part of my world and I become a part of yours. 

Enjoy listening to this poem about self- love, self - analysis and self - awareness written in 2018 and published in an anthology entitled ‘Unread’ by Platform for Artists in 2019. The anthology was launched in Mumbai by Taapsee Pannu, an Indian actor and entrepreneur. 

Do like, share and comment if you enjoyed this video poetry.

Let me just look at you when you smile.

Let me listen to you while you confide. 

Let me just hug you like it’s the last time. 

Let me say all the things through silence. 

Let me drive you to faraway lands. 

Let me carry your emotional baggage.

Let me hold your hand.

Let me be at your side in moments of despair.

Let me just know when you need me,

I’ll be there.

Covid 19 Times

वो भी दिन थे जब मैं सुबह उठते ही किसी नए शहर की गलियों में छोटा सा कैफे ढूंढती और फिर किसी कोने में जाकर या तो कोई किताब उठाती या फिर टिश्यू पेपर पर अपनी क़लम से कुछ दिल की बातों का बयाँ कर देती।

आजकल समॉं कुछ और ही है, एक महीना होने वाला है मैं हम सबकी तरह घर पर ही हूँ। समय की क़द्र बढ़ रही है और रिश्तों की परीक्षा हो रही है। सुबह का संगीत अब चिड़ियों का चहचहाना है इतना सुकून है सड़कों पर कि शहर में ही नदी के किनारे वाला एहसास है।

फल, सब्ज़ी और राशन की असली क़द्र हो रही है, जब पता चलता है सुपर मार्केट ख़ाली हो रहीं है और जब रवीश कुमार को NDTV पर रात 9 बजे सुनते हैं भुखमरी करोना से ख़तरनाक लगने लगती है।

रोंगटे खड़े होते हैं लोगों का विश्वास टूटते हुए देखकर पर फिर कुछ डॉक्टर नर्स सफाईकर्मी इनके जज़्बे की कहानी सुनकर एक शिक्षक के तौर पर बहुत कुछ सीखने को मिलता है कि जब तक यह जान है अपने कर्म करते जाना है। 

Agar ab nahi to kab 

Intezar mat kar ab

Jo kehna hai wo bol de 

Na dil mein tu rakh ab 

Kal der ho jaegi 

Intezar karte hue 

Wo bhi haar maan jaegi 

Jo dil keh raha hai

Use dil mein hi tu na rakh 

Jo kehna hai wo bol de 

Rok na apne aap ko ab

Chhupaya ja nahi sakta 

Jo aankhon mein hai 

Isliye keh de jo usne padh liya 

Sunna chahti hai wo bas ab

Sach kehna usse sukoon milega 

Jhooth na kehna dil mat behlana ab

Oh man! These smiles, this happiness, the excitement of meeting each other after a prolonged anticipation..These children like many others are fuel to my joy. I learn to retain innocence from them, they tech me to give and share without any expectation. This is the love I receive from teaching and sharing knowledge which was never a dream to follow.

During college days, I never thought I’ll pursue teaching as the professional role of a teacher seemed ‘conservative’ ‘fixed and closed’ to me; thanks to the posters of teachers everywhere wearing a typical sari and a blackboard in the backdrop. 

Living in a small town in India, teaching was the only job I could avail. Today, it has been more than nine years that I’ve been living in the world of love of my students. This is the purest joy, I’ve realised over time; sharing knowledge. 

I’m glad and grateful to have found love in rural and urban India. Especially, I miss my students from Khandwa who gave me reasons to smile everyday even in the most vulnerable and broken times. You all were my strength, thank you. I hope you get to read this message. 

I would also like to thank my students in different countries and my company @verbling for providing an amazing opportunity to be recognised as an online global English trainer for three years now. My constant five star rating and the positive reviews push me forward to do better each time. I wish to reach out to as many students possible through online teaching and workshops in the country. 

Thank you my students, you are the family I have chosen to stick around forever. Like I always tell you, I’m there, always. 

Love and best wishes

Shaista

Layers of paint have removed 

the smoothness of walls

but given the strength to hold 

many a colours 

like memories of lovers 

hidden in the corners of 

heart. 

She was the Sun which sets too

She was also the Moon which disappears for a while

She was strong to uphold the winds

Once, twice but not all the time 

She loved too much 

But that’s not a crime 

Body and soul she put in her art

Her soul was taken away 

or she wanted to escape 

from everything that was

too much

Har kadam har raah ne kuch sikhaya hai

pahadon ki uchaiyon ne

Samundar ki gehrayin ne 

Patli galiyon aur chaudhe raston ne 

Is safar mein tumne ae zindagi humein Bahut kuch sikhaya hai 

Kabhi chadte gaye pahadon par 

Kabhi baithe rahe samundar ke kinaron par 

Kabhi likhte gaye kalam se dil ka bayan 

Kabhi dil mein bahut kuch rakhte gaye hum 

Badhte gaye chalte gaye ruke nahi ye kadam 

Kaante bhi chubhe chot bhi lagi 

Himmat mili aage chalte gaye 

Badhte gaye kabhi dheere kabhi tez

Par ruke nahi ye kadam 

Covid 19 Crisis

If you are believer in humanity but feel a bit shaken up by the reality, you may swipe to read my personal anecdote of shock, fear and disbelief in the times of loneliness. 

The harsh reality of loneliness hit me hard when I felt alone and socially stigmatised for the first time in my life. My body fatigued and extremely weak due to typhoid, I had hired a helper to do the daily chores and cook for me. While walking down the room, she saw my neighbour and casually went out to tell her that I was suffering from high fever, cough and cold coz she thought it is ‘normal’ than revealing my real health condition coz for her ‘sardi zukham’ is casual and regular infection. 

Little did she realise her blunder! Little did she know cough and cold could become fatal and scary as fuck! The literate neighbour started speaking in an uncivilised manner and wanted me to hear her speak. 

She instructed the helper to leave my work, not to come upstairs where she lives, isolate me completely and spoke in a condescending voice exclaiming in anger, “Why was I even living in that house!”

She being an educated woman should have at least spoken to me but she refused. Instead, at the top of her voice kept shouting. 

Lack of communication, judgement lead to a phone call by my landlord’s wife who just called to enquire if I have cough and cold. Instead of her being kind towards me which I expected since I lived alone, I had to give a proof that I had typhoid and currently feel physically weak.

I was sad, half broken and now scared if they would throw me out of the house?! The loneliness, longing to be with my near and dear ones and fatigue left me in a worsening night. I could just share all this teary - eyed over a phone call to my best friend who could just calm me down from a far distance. I curled up in bed praying for a better tomorrow and tried to sleep. 

The next day, as assumed the helper refused to come to work. I crept to the kitchen to fetch some porridge from last night’s left over and put a glass of milk with Chyawanprash. 

At noon, I felt helpless and lonely so I called up a considerate colleague who within no time picked me up to take to the hospital where I was already being treated. The doctor recommended to admit me but I decided to gather all the courage and leave for my home, back to the comfort of my parents’ love. I could hear my Mamma’s voice calling out my name, ‘Raza’ during one of my drowsy moments. 

I am with them now. I have not even lost five kilos but given up on humanity. I hope my faith in togetherness is regained again.  For now, I feel dejected and low. 

I could leave just a day before the city administration’s announcement of complete lockdown. I miss everything about the place I created for myself but I wipe my tears and wonder where the world is leading to! What have we become? Am I being a realist pessimist? 

Asking these questions for now before I hit the bed to regain my energy and hopefully some faith in the humankind. We all are in a panic state and need to calm down. 

• Shaista Dhanda 

       20 March 2020

I became still

My heart skipped a beat

A tear dropped 

settled under the eye 

Unsettling the breathing pattern 

but then I took a sigh 

Lips broadened

A smile drew

A deep breath again 

The lungs felt full

Straightened my back 

Admired the gain 

And acknowledged the good

Winters

I taste the flavours of winter in hot cups of masala chai; the Sun peeking through doors/ windows in the morning; the sunlight dancing on the walls of my room; the clatter, creaking, clinking and rattle replacing the quietude of the nippy nights.

The empty coffee shops with wind chimes hanging on the balconies playing a lyrical song; the spiced taste of freshly baked cinnamon cake with aromatic coffee served with a smile; the candle-lit moments or a room bathed in warm glory of string lights; the warm blanket hiding you from the realities of the day; crickets chirping, dogs barking silenced by the music plugged in your ears until it is morning again. 

Have you felt love in the air?

Have you felt a magical spell while watching the changing colours of the sky? 

Have you felt a whirlwind of thoughts at the quietest of places? 

Have you felt connected with the music of the wind? 

Have you been open to receive all the emotions in your heart?

Has the call of the roaring waves raced your heart?

Have you befriended with the shooting stars? 

Have you hiked in the jungles making your own path?

Have you watched lightning in a pitch dark sky? 

Have you found a way up in the mountains with a flashlight?

Have you watched fireflies at night? 

Have you watched the colourful wings of a butterfly? 

Have you watched eagles flying high? 

If only you surrendered yourself completely to the moment, finding completeness in nothingness.