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वे उड़ रहे हैं, मैं क्यों नहीं ?

I don't like the look in your eyes,
it is hard to say they look so wise.

The wind has blown
and the rain has come,
but there is no relief to the heat I summon.

I am rabid and I don't like you,
it is hard to say you are so true.

Your wine is in glass
and mine in mud,
but there is no sense to smell the curd.

I don't like the look in your eyes,
it is hard to say they are full of cries.

अपने दुःख से दुखी नहीं , औरो के सुख से परेशान /
येही जलन  हैं इन्सान /

Only Winners.

Winner stands alone(Paulo Coelho)

The wind it came from a distance,
carried stories and voices of winners,

Are you a winner without the one fallen?

win, won, win was their stance,
mighty they were no sinners.

They had a pair of eyes, legs, hands and ears,
and from their mouth they shouted and ate,
winners they were, they knew no fears,
and they believed in some special fate.

Cried they when they were born,
they were winners but not without losers.
Kernels taste different are of same corn.
The wind came and carried stories of winners.

It is real cold up there.

Revelation

And then She said,

"you are Who,

I am the seed, primordial,

You are the crop, real."

And then I was free.

Embodied in every me.

I am the mountain and every sea,

She the seed of every me.

And I went down alone...

We climbed the hill,

and I drank from my goblet

wine of my fill.

From the skies above came,

the carriage of horses,

the smiling rider crying shame.

My beloved sat on the far stone,

plucking petals from her hair,

in the night she alone and me lone.

I was bringing her the roses,

she had love oozing from her eyes

looking at the carriage of horses.

A book review of Taslima Nasrin's Lajja

An ambitious novel, no doubt.
I've read a translation, okay.
A controversial novel, yes.
Hyped, indeed.


Lajja by Taslima Nasrin has everything working for her around this book but the matter. I felt it could have been a short story rather than a whole 216 pages book.
The plot concerning a Hindu family's predicament in an Islamic state which they always believed was their country is certainly weak.
The story drags and at the end, having guessed what it would be at the very beginning, one is happy to finish the book. It is a good book to come during an election and work as a political propaganda.