Midnight Musings

Kabir is an unusual poet by all means. In the 15th century, when Persian and Sanskrit were predominant North Indian languages, he chose to write in colloquial, regional language. Not just one, his poetry is a mixture of Hindi, Khari boli, Punjabi, Bhojpuri, Urdu, Persian and Marwari.

Parh Parh Alam Fazal Hoya

Parh parh Alam te faazil hoya

(You read to become

You read so many books

Bhaj bhaj warna ay mandir maseeti

(You run to enter temples and mosques

You rush to holy shrines to play a part,

Larna ay roz shaitaan de naal

(Everyday you fight Satan

You are quick to attack the evil one,

Bulleh Shah asmaani ud-deya pharonda ay

(Bulleh Shah you try grabbing that which is in the sky

You grab for a star you can control,

What a high one gets while reading this legend of a man, Charles Bukowski. The fire in his words, the passion in his tone, the courage in his voice, all roll into one, of a time he speaks of that ruined him, toured him apart to pieces, eventually making a poet out of a monotone and deprivation. 

Back after a hiatus, I'm excited to start with film photography and that's what I talk about in this episode briefly. Trying to be less self-conscious and more aware during the impromptu episode recording. Ok going back to sleep and wake me up when September ends! :)

My friend Aditi inspired me to start this podcast where I rant, whine, read poetry, and slow down. This episode is a reflection of how she has fuelled me knowingly or unknowlingly. 

A vent, a release, of ever long pandemic and its disastrous impact on common people. A rant for everyone including the self.

Poetry in times of Corona - Pablo Neruda

Reading the writings of two power-packed women writers, Kamala Das and May Angelou. Listen in and do let me know what you think!