Mandakini Living In The Heaven Came To The Earth Now
Badrivishal and Kedarnath
Meeting of Alaknanda and Mandakini
Two of the thundering streams meet
Who is living in the cloudy house?
The cloud that left
Did not return yet
But along the way
The cold wind came with earth quake
Animals trapped and fell down
Whose is this snow capped house?
Heart is shaken to see the stream
No ends of the mountain range
The slope is so steep and brook is at the ground
Edges fenced with two mountains
This is your beauty! Oh Alaknanda!
Mandakini who lives in the heaven
Is seen on the earth
The thundering bubbly torrent
The new vision I am gifted with today
Showed me the world filled with cold wind.
(Original Maithili Poem by Sh.Ramlochan Thakur, translated by Gajendra Thakur)
In these Tirty Seven Years
And
He Stumbles
The tring-tring machine in his hand
is speechless
Beside
coming from shop
sound of Radio
President's speech
addressed to Nation
accounting of progress
of independence
on 37th anniversary
"thirty sevewn years!"
he exhales
From today
exactly 37 years
He came to Kolkata
He remembers exactly
like tape of Cinema
all events
in front of eye
dancing
one day
in darkness of night
when all the village was silent
came jostling
around forty policemen
surrounded
his house
broke wooden house gate
and
took his father away.
This talk although
he knew later on
that his father
was in Swarajya Party
and the landlord of his village
Satlaren Babu
had hand in his catch
who
was with police
and that
he saw with his eye
then
after around six months
one day he listened
'country has become independent
Swarajya Party has won'
and
that day he felt
ecstatic
People said that
his father would be freed from jail
he too
would come to village
but
day after day
month after month
passed
his father
did not return.
and Satlarem Babu
on that occasion
went to Delhi
people say
became minister
and in that very year
during Agham month
his maternal uncle
visited village
brought along
him
"Sister-fucker,
you have made this a Ricksaw-stand.."
and
instantly his leg is beaten
with a stick
he becomes uneasy
sees his leg
how thin it has become
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years-his bone
has become naked
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years-his waist has leaned so much,
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years
stick of policeman has become so particular
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years-his abuses has become so crude
and
his leg
moves subconsciously
tring-
tring
"where?
come here"
and
police pushes he almost fells
in front is policestation
that day when he came
to Kolkata
this policestation was not there
he was the only one from his village
now around forty
some with cart pulling
some with Ricksaw
and som like Coolie
this time
he visited his village
all the tola of Dusadh emptyno one male member there
likewise as happened that time
when
his father
was taken away
whole of Dusadhtoli
fled
although
this time
people
did not fear did not fled village
due to hunger of belly
fled to
Delhi
Punjab
he thinks
in these thirty seven years
so many Tolas
so many villages
became sort of people
in these thirty seven years so many young and bold
left their
own
their village-home
in these thirty seven years
in these thirty seven years bread has become dearer
in these thirty seven years
in these thirty seven years labour has become cheaper
in these thirty seven years
now in these thirty seven years policestations are in plenty
in these thirty seven years...
"sister-fucker, vomit five rupees"
"from where sir
from morning only two rupees i have earned,
I do have license.."
"License bastard.."
and
a powerful slap
on his temple
he feels drowsy
fells
darkness in front of his eyes
his purse around his waist
swings in policeman's hand
his hard-earned money
two rupees
swings in policeman's hand
Policeman laughs
beside
sound of Radio from shop
presidential address
addressed to nation
account of progress
of independence
on thirtysevent anniversary
Ricksawpuller
still senseless fallen
around him
is darkness
complete darkness.
And
He Stumbles
The tring-tring machine in his hand
is speechless
Beside
coming from shop
sound of Radio
President's speech
addressed to Nation
accounting of progress
of independence
on 37th anniversary
"thirty sevewn years!"
he exhales
From today
exactly 37 years
He came to Kolkata
He remembers exactly
like tape of Cinema
all events
in front of eye
dancing
one day
in darkness of night
when all the village was silent
came jostling
around forty policemen
surrounded
his house
broke wooden house gate
and
took his father away.
This talk although
he knew later on
that his father
was in Swarajya Party
and the landlord of his village
Satlaren Babu
had hand in his catch
who
was with police
and that
he saw with his eye
then
after around six months
one day he listened
'country has become independent
Swarajya Party has won'
and
that day he felt
ecstatic
People said that
his father would be freed from jail
he too
would come to village
but
day after day
month after month
passed
his father
did not return.
and Satlarem Babu
on that occasion
went to Delhi
people say
became minister
and in that very year
during Agham month
his maternal uncle
visited village
brought along
him
"Sister-fucker,
you have made this a Ricksaw-stand.."
and
instantly his leg is beaten
with a stick
he becomes uneasy
sees his leg
how thin it has become
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years-his bone
has become naked
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years-his waist has leaned so much,
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years
stick of policeman has become so particular
in these thirty seven years-
in these thirty seven years-his abuses has become so crude
and
his leg
moves subconsciously
tring-
tring
"where?
come here"
and
police pushes he almost fells
in front is policestation
that day when he came
to Kolkata
this policestation was not there
he was the only one from his village
now around forty
some with cart pulling
some with Ricksaw
and som like Coolie
this time
he visited his village
all the tola of Dusadh emptyno one male member there
likewise as happened that time
when
his father
was taken away
whole of Dusadhtoli
fled
although
this time
people
did not fear did not fled village
due to hunger of belly
fled to
Delhi
Punjab
he thinks
in these thirty seven years
so many Tolas
so many villages
became sort of people
in these thirty seven years so many young and bold
left their
own
their village-home
in these thirty seven years
in these thirty seven years bread has become dearer
in these thirty seven years
in these thirty seven years labour has become cheaper
in these thirty seven years
now in these thirty seven years policestations are in plenty
in these thirty seven years...
"sister-fucker, vomit five rupees"
"from where sir
from morning only two rupees i have earned,
I do have license.."
"License bastard.."
and
a powerful slap
on his temple
he feels drowsy
fells
darkness in front of his eyes
his purse around his waist
swings in policeman's hand
his hard-earned money
two rupees
swings in policeman's hand
Policeman laughs
beside
sound of Radio from shop
presidential address
addressed to nation
account of progress
of independence
on thirtysevent anniversary
Ricksawpuller
still senseless fallen
around him
is darkness
complete darkness.
A Trial To Follow The Movements Of The Fishing Rod
The diving along the fishing rod was tried
With wings of reels of aspiration
The support by tackle to succeed
A pin drop silence of indefinite wait
The bottom of the still water so bleak
The insects passing bring movements
A light of faith and hope in creek
Stands holding the fishing rod to catch in the path
From an end of superstitions towards the science indeed
Hook attached with the food of knowledge
The waiting ended and a divine peace
The turtle are not present
Couldn’t see the hurdles He had made
The two forms of baby life
Could hold the rod only when fish increased
The reels of desire and tackle of success
The food of knowledge
In the middle of endless sky
The mechanics of life proceed
The peaceful speechless human
The waves of feelings touched
Filled his heart with sensitive feelings
Used to lack emotions always
Original poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur
Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth: December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District), Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY); Residence- LONDON, UK;Husband- Sunit Chaudhary, Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother- Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from www.poetry.com and her poems were featured in front page of www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms. Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika, Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London.
With wings of reels of aspiration
The support by tackle to succeed
A pin drop silence of indefinite wait
The bottom of the still water so bleak
The insects passing bring movements
A light of faith and hope in creek
Stands holding the fishing rod to catch in the path
From an end of superstitions towards the science indeed
Hook attached with the food of knowledge
The waiting ended and a divine peace
The turtle are not present
Couldn’t see the hurdles He had made
The two forms of baby life
Could hold the rod only when fish increased
The reels of desire and tackle of success
The food of knowledge
In the middle of endless sky
The mechanics of life proceed
The peaceful speechless human
The waves of feelings touched
Filled his heart with sensitive feelings
Used to lack emotions always
Original poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur
Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth: December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District), Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY); Residence- LONDON, UK;Husband- Sunit Chaudhary, Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother- Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from www.poetry.com and her poems were featured in front page of www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms. Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika, Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London.
The Concrete Pillar Of The Pond
The heated bank of the pond in the hot day
The trees, plants bushes all the way
look so faded like sprinkled with warm water
Every pond has a wooden pillar in its centre
The green deposits depicting its old age
The other part of the village
Has only that ditch, ponds are none
Without any pillar as no rituals done
He died who was the owner and non-consecrated single
Before the sacred ceremony of establishing pillar, people mumble
He desired to get a pond when became rich
How can fame come through merely a ditch?
Look at our pond’s solid pillar
Concrete pillars become strong when they remain in water
It’s not a wooden one
Whose Life remains short
Original poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur
Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth: December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District), Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY); Residence- LONDON, UK;Husband- Sunit Chaudhary, Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother- Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from www.poetry.com and her poems were featured in front page of www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms. Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika, Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London.
The trees, plants bushes all the way
look so faded like sprinkled with warm water
Every pond has a wooden pillar in its centre
The green deposits depicting its old age
The other part of the village
Has only that ditch, ponds are none
Without any pillar as no rituals done
He died who was the owner and non-consecrated single
Before the sacred ceremony of establishing pillar, people mumble
He desired to get a pond when became rich
How can fame come through merely a ditch?
Look at our pond’s solid pillar
Concrete pillars become strong when they remain in water
It’s not a wooden one
Whose Life remains short
Original poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur
Translated into English by Jyoti Jha Chaudhary
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
Jyoti Jha Chaudhary, Date of Birth: December 30 1978,Place of Birth- Belhvar (Madhubani District), Education: Swami Vivekananda Middle School, Tisco Sakchi Girls High School, Mrs KMPM Inter College, IGNOU, ICWAI (COST ACCOUNTANCY); Residence- LONDON, UK;Husband- Sunit Chaudhary, Father- Sh. Shubhankar Jha, Jamshedpur; Mother- Smt. Sudha Jha- Shivipatti. Jyoti received editor's choice award from www.poetry.com and her poems were featured in front page of www.poetrysoup.com for some period.She learnt Mithila Painting under Ms. Shveta Jha, Basera Institute, Jamshedpur and Fine Arts from Toolika, Sakchi, Jamshedpur (India). Her Mithila Paintings have been displayed by Ealing Art Group at Ealing Broadway, London.
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