पुरुष - A Hindi poem on Men for International Men's Day

Image created by Bing AI

मेहनत जिसकी रीड की हड्डी, धैर्य जिसका बल,

कर्म की पथ पर चलता वो है पुरुष अचल ।

अपने लक्ष्य को भेदना, अर्जुन से है सीखा,

पर उसके मन की वेदना का सार किसी ने न देखा ।।

एक तुला के कांटे के सामान,

करता है वो परिवार का संतुलन।

अपनी आशा, आकांशा और सपने का त्याग कर,

करता है वो समाज की तपिश का आलिंगन ।।

एक बेटा, एक पुत्र, एक भाई,

यही नहीं, वो है एक आज्ञाकारी जमाई ।

दिन, रात, महीने और साल गुजर गए,

पुरुष खड़ा रहा, और समय के दूत चुपके से निकल गए ।।

वो सोचता रहा की उसकी अर्धांगिनी कभी तो पारवती बनेगी,

पर आधुनिक काल में केवल काली की छवि रहेगी ।

ऐ पुरुष, तू शिव की तरह हलाहल का पान कर,

संघर्ष क्षणिक है, अपने कर्म से मानवता को प्रणाम कर ।।

आनंद बोड़ा

Surrender

This poem is written on the context that Lord Shiva gets impressed by the incessant focus and hard work of a very knowledgeable and scientific man and gives him Darshan in his dream.

Fig: Meditating Shiva created by Bing AI (Prompt: create a meditating image of Hindu god Shiva on mount kailash. His disciples are saints, monsters, bulls and common people. They are in a worshipping pose towards him. Shiva is in a meditating state.)

My curiosity and the will to know,
Made me question, reason and question the flow.
Driven by logic, I debate with the divine;
He answers patiently just before 03:59.

Oh! I find him calm, serene and yogic,

His aura is beyond human logic,

I have my doubts and knowledge clouts my mind;

I ask him, where do you live and how do I find?

Giving me a look of aplomb;

While his devotees prop out of a catacomb,

He tells me gently, "I will answer your questions."

Suddenly, my heart is filled with mixed emotions.

He returns to a meditating state -

I don't know, why it feels he has no date.

He opened his eyes and spoke, "OM" -

My mind got inundated with pathway to freedom.

The voice trickled down my spine;

Healing my nerves, blood vessels and the dynastic line.

The answers have come, I don't need to ask;

I surrender, Sensei - unto you, I bask and task.

Anand Bora

सफेद

 

एक सफेद कंबल, एक सफेद चादर,

एक सफेद दरख़्त,

एक सफेद "चस्मा"

और एक सफेद हम |

एक सिसक थी मेरी,

जो इसके दीदार से निकल गई |

एक अश्क मेरा कहीं ज़मीन पर होगा,

वो भी सफेद |

जाने कौन सा मौसम है ये,

मेरे दिल को कपड़े मे लपेट कर सो गया है,

वक़्त मे से ये लम्हा निकल दो,

तो ये ज़िंदगी भी सफेद |

एक अधूरी रात की सुबह हो तुम,

एक उदास गज़ल का मुखड़ा हो तुम,

ए सुर्ख बर्फ तू सोना मत,

क्यूंकी मेरे जज़्बात है सफेद |

आनंद बोड़ा

Visionary Dream

Sounds as it may,
The dream makes a noise;
The grey matter and the signals-
The manifestation is far from advice.

The layers of my dream;
Is it a vision or a hallucination?
Or a 'deja vu' from life.
It's a world of emancipation.

Time is perplexed in the dream,
Space unwinds to infinity.
The dimensions converge and diverge concurrently,
A platform of happiness and adversity.

The 'focused' dream with open eyes;
The vision of a 'logical' life.
The fog between the real and the imaginary -
Your mind is caught in a strife.

Semantics flow in the river of imagination;
The iteration in a dream is a 'fractal'.
My friend, your physical self is your Karma -
Create a dream and you are immortal.

-Anand Bora

Zindagi

Random creation while evening walk..

ज़िन्दगी कैसी है, तेरे मेरे जैसी है

बारिश की बूंदों की तरह नाज़ुक,

एक अल्फ़ाज़ में पूरे आयत के जैसी है;

मेरे सांस में तेरी हवा के जैसी है,

ये कुछ नहीं पर एक छोटी पहेली जैसी है।

ज़िन्दगी कैसी है, तेरे मेरे जैसी है

ग़म और खुशी के अश्क,

इसके वजूद में इंटो के जैसी है;

इनका बंधन एक नवरंग है,

ये तुम्हारे काले और सफेद जुड़े जैसी है।

ज़िन्दगी कैसी है, तेरे मेरे जैसी है

हर मौसम के हम है आशिक,

मेरा हुनर, मेरी रचना के जैसी है;

ये इन्कलाब मेरा मेरी ज़िन्दगी से चलता रहेगा,

कैसी भी हो, ये सच्चाई के जैसी है।

You Happened!

You know what happened; I closed my eyes and magic happened.
She was there bathed in the sun, holding my hand-
Connected to my soul unto abyss;
And you know the spark happened.

She was deep into my eyes;
I am trying to find myself-
Only to realise my soul is not mine;
The inseparable had already happened.

The depth of our love isn't divine;
It transcends words and worlds.
She is melting in my arms-
Is this an illusion OR reality happened?

A breath, a kiss or a hug-
Ephemeral units to measure love;
You are the beat of my heart-
Neither I nor you, but the 'one' happened.

You know what happened; I closed my eyes and magic happened.

You

Fiction or illusion, you belong to me.
The waves in my brain triggers a silence in your presence.
It is that inexplicable feeling, that insane serendipity --
My senses meeting yours.

Surreal or real, you belong to me.
You balance the warmth in my heart.
The intangible connection we share without cognizance;
My thoughts are not mine, but yours.

Time or timeless, you belong to me.
You are a part of me or I am a part of you.
I sleep, the body lives and you listen;
Existence is not mine, but yours.

Dimensions or spaces, you belong to me.
Your silhouette is a master's composition.
Organic as I am - you are life;
I am not mine, but yours.

Anand Bora

What if your mind is not open?

This is a mathematical poem which is based on 'Gauss's law of magnetism'.

where
C is Cognizance
L is Life
M is Mind

A closed mind won't have any cognizance of its own in life. It will only be prototyped.
Anand

Color Mixture

I was inspired by Istvan Orosz math poem here. So I thought of following his instructions and translating the same to Hindi.
It's lovely. You should read his concept about color mixing on his blog.

Love - an artist's edition

A feeling, a niggling sensation,

An EMOTION;

Taking you beyond worlds.

A shimmering silence,

A playful restlessness,

A pleasing urge of mind.

Something, making you transparent;

Making you permeable.

The rays, the rain and the aromatic earth;

All seem to get through you.

A void filled by those amorous vibes.

It's like colors dancing in the sky;

Instilling belongingness.

The insatiable affection and creative hunger;

Love is nothing but--

Made for each other.

Some more mathematical poems

The fugue of feminism

With the onset of life, she was the positive;

Adding the emotional dimension to man.

Her linear thoughts on the complex plane;

She's the success of a clan.

Her jaded locks are like floating splines;

Eyes resembling the spherical Yantra.

The nose is a truncated pyramid;

Lovely lips have proportional MANTRA.

The perfect figure -- creation of an artist;

Mapped by the nurbs of ethereal sculpture.

INFINITE inner strength and patience,

Her beautiful extrapolation holds the future.

Her aroma radiates in a solid angle,

Smells like the earth drenched in the rain.

She infuses recursive attraction;

A complex algorithm is her brain.

A solving variable for familial equations;

Integrating happiness - she is man's isomorphism.

A mathematical eulogy in her praise;

I create the fugue of feminism.

Anand Bora

Mathematical Poem on "Cleanliness"

I think no one noticed this one as it lost its shine among the beautiful designs. :D
Anyways, here's the complete poem.

where

Haiku!

Circle to point,
Recur back to back--
To infinity.
(5+5+5) 15 syllables only. :(

Mathematical poetry

In this post, I would like to mention two of my friends who have given me an insight into the world of visual mathematical poetry.

Thanks Karl and Kaz.

Kaz Maslanka
www.kazmaslanka.com
www.mathematicalpoetry.blogspot.com

Karl Kempton
http://www.thing.net/~grist/l&d/kaldron.htm
See this link for Karl's works (many of 'em) - http://mathematicalpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/karl-kempton-links.html

Also, to inform my readers, I did the translation of mathematical poems by Kitasono Katue in Hindi for Karl Young. Have a look here and if you know Hindi, please feel free to point out my mistakes, if any.

Sand Castle

After long time, I thought of posting a poem from my archives.

Sand Castle

In this jaded night,
when the sky has been smeared with pale clouds.
And I stand under,
infront of the white tides,
Which are struggling to reach my feet.
Dying at the shores; they are so weak.
The silent sea says 'watery' words,
Much like the tearful eyes of a hungry child.
The phlegmatic wind also has something to say,
But it's on its course.
Still! I sit on the sands,
Building my castle.
A gush comes and retreats after demolition;
O nature! The world is so fickle.

Anand Bora

Life! What a riddle?

My name is Anand and I am a very big fan of the movie ANAND.
I have written about the movie earlier also. You can find it here.
So, I wrote translation of another song of this movie. Though the translation
is not so good still it conveys what it is supposed to.

Life! What a riddle?
She makes you laugh sometimes, and sometimes you cry.

Sometimes you see - your heart remains numb.
It keeps following the dreams;
But one day this traveler of dreams,
Goes beyond the dreams somewhere.
Life! What a riddle?

People have adorned familial ties;
They bore the highs and lows of the life together,
One day they choose silence,
And head towards some place all alone.

Life! What a riddle?

Google as a person

Hahaha.. :D
Imagine GOOGLE as a person. I wrote a poem on it. ;-)

In the sea of variegated information,
People hunt for relevancy.
'Google' comes as an angel;
Crisp findings with 'timely' efficiency.

He is the jack of all trades;
Mathematical reasoning is his base.
Digital parchments exposed to the world,
Crawling like Spiderman is one of his phase.

His presence - inevitable at the 'nodes',
EXTRACTS even the abyss; he is a shrewd detective.
A razzmatazz of the 'binary' dimension.
A scientific and logical philosopher - yet creative.

His guile has numerous angles;
Contributing to cognition, creation and money,
The 'clicks' wand makes him a wizard;
He has all the solutions like the 'Bugs Bunny'.

I'm stupefied by this 'Internet' revelation;
This 'sginal' guy has an 'universal' attitude.
A paean for this scientific phenomenon is not enough;
Integration of humanity - his platitude.

Anand Bora

The Signal Of Joy

One year back I was in New Delhi for a training in my company
which deals in Telecom software.
During that time, we all people went to a Disco for party which
was titled 'CDMA'. I was accompanied by people from
different parts of India and we had loads of fun.

I wrote a poem in that clamorous environment which is a
mixture of telecommunication and literature.

Emotions pouring through the body,
Feelings are sublime.
Warm triggers flowing in the neural structure;
Only frequency of joy varying with time.

Music beats analogous to discrete signals,
Welcome transforms cherished in life.
Cerebrations vanishing to a point;
Smothered by a 'jovial' knife.

People involved in convergent talk,
Multiplexing the threads of happiness.
Frequencies of different directions
Encoding India into a sense of oneness.

The techies emulating the demigods,
Their schemes - GSM, Telephony & CDMA.
Scenario reliquishing the mind;
Enjoyment - The synonym is CDMA.

Anand Bora

Just a moment

I wrote this one when I was in 11th Grade. Hence it is a bit immature and inane.

One out of three is on the roll followed by the other two;
It's just a moment.

The dreams are made and shattered,
It's just a moment.

The scenario changes every other second,
It's just a moment.

Critics turn admirers and contrary the other moment;
Dramatic. Isn't it? But it's just a moment.

Skyscrapers bending to kiss the bottom,
It's just a moment.

Wild nexus - Politicians and criminals,
It's just a moment.

A tree is being freed;
Sarcastic. It's just a moment.

Opportunities in life gone begging,
It's just a moment.

An innocent thrown in dungeons of brothel.
It's just a moment.

Oh! Life being brutally massacred,
It's just a moment.

Moments mapping the whole life;
It's just a moment.

Anand Bora