Andrei Tarkovsky on art.

“Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.”

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Khud se guftgu ( a conversation with the self)

Kyun khud ko bech raha hai re?
Aur kuchh hai hi nahi bechne ko.
Kyun bech raha hai?
Aur Kuchh aata hi nahi karne ko.
Kyun kar raha hai?
Aur kuchh hai hi nahi na-karne ko.
Kyun tu hai re?
Yahi jan-ne ko.
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Why do you sell yourself?
There is nothing else to sell.
Why do you sell?
There is nothing else that I can do.
Why do you do?
There is nothing to not do.
Why do you exist?
To know this.

It dances

We dance
We all dance
We smile looking at each other
And we dance

We have different joys
But we dance
You think about something
And I think of something else
Yet we dance

We are ecstatic
The world is happy
And what do we do?
We all dance

The world dances
The words are dancing
Listen to the silence hereafter

It dances

होश / Hosh

नशे में कहाँ कभी वो नशा था ।
ये तोह होश था जिसने मुझे ख़ुद से मिलाया ॥

Nashe mein kahan kabhi woh nasha tha ,
Yeh toh hosh tha jisne mujhe khud se milaya

I am a candle by Arseny Tarkovsky

I am a candle. I burned at the feast.
Gather my wax when morning arrives
so that this page will remind you
how to be proud and how to weep,
how to give away the last third
of happiness, and how to die with ease—
and beneath a temporary roof
to burn posthumously, like a word.

Same here!

Aaj main biscuits lene Dilli ki Bangali market gaya.
Do din pehle liye the us dukaan se lekin wahin bhool aaya tha. Toh aaj phir se gaya tha.

Dukaan mein gaya aur manager se kaha woh biscuit ka 250 gram ka dabba reh gaya tha do din pehle, usi raat phone karke bataya tha. Usne apne worker se poochha aur kaha haan reh gaya tha. Dekh lo kounse the aur bata do. Maine apni baayin aur rakhe kaanch ke fridge ki aur ishara kiya aur kaha wahan, upar. Abhi ishara karke baazu neeche bhi nahi kari thi toh meri nazar unpar padhi.

Kya yeh wohi hain? Sachi?

Main us aur gaya aur dobara gaur se us mez par baithe unko dekha. Wohi hain shayad. Mez ki doosri aur dekha aur unki biwi bhi baithi thin. Yeh wohi hain.

Main unki aur gaya aur poochha Vishal ji?
Jawab aaya ‘ji’.

Main muskuraya jaise ek bacha apne kisi anjane rishtedaar ke khilona laane par khush hokar muskurata hai. Maine apna haath milane ke liye aage badhaya.

Unhone apni dono muthiyaan band kar li aur aankhon ke ishare se mez par padhe khaane ki aur dekha aur kaha ‘sorry mere haath abhi saaf nahi hain’. Main unki aur unki biwi ki aur dekh kar muskuraya. Achanak maine poochh dala ki aap dilli mein kya kar rahe hain? Unhone halke se muskurate hue kaha ‘woh national award ke silsile mein’. Maine kaha ki main ab aapko aur disturb nahi karta, aap khana khaiye. Yeh keh kar maine biscuit ka dabba liya aur bahar nikal gaya.

Socha ki thoda ruk jaata hoon. Woh khakar bahar aayenge toh mil leta hoon. Lekin kya baat karunga?
Ek din maine apne dost jo ki radio mein kaam karte hain unse kaha tha ki kabhi Vishal se milte hain, baithte hain, baatein karte hain. Lekin abhi us dukaan ke bahar khade hokar mujhe kuchh nahi soojhh raha tha. Shayad aisa hi hota hai sabhi ke saath aksar jab achanak aise hi koi mil jaata hai.

Main dhoop mein khada sochta raha. Kuch baat karne ke liye thi hi nahi. Phir socha ki unko hi kehne doonga. Shayad woh poochhenge ki kya karte ho tum jispar main kahunga ki kuchh aap jaisa hi kaam karta hoon ya shayad karne ki koshish karta hoon. Phir shayad baaton ka rukh tay ho jayega.

Kaafi der ho gayi. Ab tak toh khana khatam ho gaya hoga. Shayad meetha kha rahe honge. Yeh dukaan mithai ke liye hi toh mashhur hai aakhir. Andar jaun kya? Lekin agar kha rahe honge phir kya? Nahi, nahi yahin thaerta hoon kuchh der aur.

Woh bahar aaye aur peechhe peechhe unki biwi bhi. Cigarette ka kash lagaya, jaisa log aksar karte hain khaane ke baad, yeh maine apne doston se jaana tha. Kaala chashma daala apni ankhon par aur shayad apni taxi ka intezaar kar rahe wahin khade the.

Main phir unke paas gaya. Abki ankhein nahi dikhi unki lekin maine us kaale chashme mein apni hi parchayi ko dekhte hue kaha ki kya ab haath mila sakte hain?

Unhone haath aage badhaya aur unki taxi humare peechhe sadak par aakar khadi ho gayi. Humne haath milaya aur muskuraye. Woh taxi ki aur badhe aur halka sa paltte aur kaha ‘nice to meet you’ aur chal diye. Maine phir muskuraya aur maine mann mein kaha ..

Ek kavita ki khoj (The search for a poem)

Ek din yoonhi nikal gaya tha ghar se main
Socha ik kavita hi talaash loon

Kuch socha toh hui hairat
Kahan dhoondun tujhe
Kahan se shuru karun talaash

Sawaal mein ghulit hoye yeh kavita
Ya samayi hoye jawaab

Sapnon ke tukdon mein milegi kahin
Ya zindagi ke ik bhoole guchchhe mein rakhi si dikhegi

Guzre kal mein tattolun tujhe
Ya aane wale kal mein tarrashun
Kaho toh parosun tujhe main aaj

Mehkegi baharon ke khile phoolon jaise
Ya patjhadd ke toote patton si sarsarahegi

Bachchon ki khilkhilati hasi mein goonjegi
Ya tharrayegi unki masoom siskiyon mein

Subah ghonslon se nikalte hue parindon ki chachahatt mein
Ya sham ko ghar laut-te shor mein sunayi degi

Phatte kapdon par zameen talashte keede se samjhun
Ya samjhun udte hue bhooke baaz ghanere se
Kaho toh samjhun ubakti hui machhliyon se

Likhi jayegi thame paani ki satah par
Ya phir uski gehraiyon ke bhanwar mein gotey khayegi

Sardi mein rooh ko sehlati agni jaise
Ya mritakon ki tapti raakh mein dhuein si uthegi

Jo ho raha hai usmein ghategi
Ya ubhregi usmein jo ki ho kabhi na

Jeevan jaisa ik raaz hai tu
Kahan shuru hoti hai aur kab thamti hai
Aur kya hota hai us dauraan

Tera bhed ab yeh khul gaya hai
Kyun kiya maine sawaal aur kya hi hai jawaab
Humesha thi tu mujh mein kash-m-kash si

Kyun nikla ghar se main.