reflective essay

Reflective Essay

I really found this course to be very productive, I believe it taught me many valuable skills to help me progress with my thinking skills about poetry and of course in my music. This course is set out clearly and logically and has all the information necessary about poetry. It was really a well-structured course and here I also got to know how things take shape and how things structures step by step. It was a great experience to see a small exercise converted into poetry. Initially, I don’t have any idea that how we would do this but gradually we start getting the idea. Our knowledgeable faculty Mr Akhil Katyar who were able to balance constructive criticism with positive encouragement. They have been very supportive throughout the year. I've really enjoyed learning from faculty and getting their professional perspective on my thinking, I now feel that I have the necessary knowledge to develop some ideas about poetry.

I am not from the literature background and never  wrote poetry in my life and here I got chance to learn poetry and the lovely part is I am also getting love towards it. I think I will never stop writing poetry from now. Basically, I am a music practitioner, I have learning Hindustani music for a long time and Hindustani music is something where we more emphasis on swars rather its lyrics but now after did this course I am thinking about its lyrical value too. And not only this there were many things which I have never thought but after being the student of performance studies and crafting poetry student I am able to think towards those words and areas. This course not only limited to poetry rather it was a whole package of many different skills.

I really enjoyed the teaching method here and the way faculties treat us. In our initial classes, we did some discussion on love poetry and sir said that love poetry is a way to get in the poetry world. Being a student of music I have heard lots of poetries but never think about the genres of it here I learn about a big world of poetry and its grammar. this kind of poetry is really new for me I am really thankful for this course for introducing me this kind of poetries and method.

I really like the way when we read poems in class and discuss it together in small groups that really helped in connecting with the poems and with my classmates. And the way they give us freedom for thinking on it and also doing it freely really helped me.

As I reflect upon on my strengths and weaknesses as related to this course; my greatest fear is the public performance and in this course, we have been performing in front of the public which I found helpful to overcome from my hesitation although I performed so less in this course I learned so many things about performance. There were many different stages of the course where I enjoyed so much one of them was writing gazals. Gazal is something which I have been listening for a long time but I have never thought of writing it, this course made me do it. When I was writing, I was in a big confusion that should I write in Hindi or English? Although I choose to write in Hindi and translate it. and  other difficult thing for me was to write political poems. As the major part of this course based on different genres of poetry because of this, I could understand different dimensions of it.

 Somewhere I have regret because I missed many classes due to my other engagements and responsibilities I didn’t want to miss but I had to I am really thankful to our faculty that they understood my problem supported me.

It was not just a course for me rather it was an experience of life which taught me many different things about life, about people and most importantly about music. I am from a music background and this course was connected with music in a different manner but that manner was new for me and that’s really an interesting part for me. I have been trying to take practical courses from the starting of my second year. First I took materiality and performance that was also very interesting and my experience was really good. And in this course crafting poetry, I got through many different dynamics of life, Music and professional things. It was a fully practical course which made us more knowledgeable and opened more paths in arts. I have to say that I changed after this course. I did many things here which I never did in my life. 

In closing, I would like to add that I have really enjoyed the experience of this class. It has been good for me to learn with experienced faculty and my lovely cohorts. Thank you for your help and patience.

political poetry

In my dreams - political poetry

Lustres of dream

Kept wide open for you to enter

Remember when I said, we started out so nice?

When I wake up each morning and open my eyes

And the world is again opened in front of me

For me to search for in it

Me

I see it as a murder scene

With blood spatters everywhere

I don’t know which one to clean first

I see a building then, in the distance

Half done

With hollow concrete walls that are so dark

You can’t stop looking at them

Your dark eyes pierce right through the hollows

Into myself, into nothingness

I don’t mind the break

I don’t mind the fragility of my mind

I don’t mind the craziness

After a long night

I don’t want the empty lanes

The disillusionment with caught feelings

To live in the luxury of feeling your presence all the time

For every tune and every melodious word

And every noise to

Remind me of you

The lustres of my dream

I want them to speak of you

Every thread, every smell.

independent poetry

नज़्म- कोरे कागज़ पर  

रात के वक़्त रखा था कोरे कागज़ पर

ख़यालों का एक बीज,

खिड़की के करीब रख दिया उसको

वहीं रखी है तुम्हारी तस्वीरl

रात में बारिश ने बूंदें गिराई

सुबह खिड़की से धूप आई

ख़यालों के बीज में गज़ल छुपी थी

कोरे कागज़ पर गज़ल उग आईl

तुम्हें गज़ल भेज रहा हूँ

उसको पढ़कर मुझे बताना तुम,

गज़ल कैसी है? तुम कैसी हो?

My beautiful beloved

                                                POETRY- MY BEAUTIFUL BELOVED

You know you look like a lotus

Sometimes a rose

I make you my love sonnet

Sometimes a prose

My words are nothing

Just your reflection

My every piece being created

Because of your affection

Your unconditional love

Is the maseeh of my art

You are my complete soul

Not just a part

The happiness on your face

Is my relief

Your goodness and your faith

Is my belief

I never do pray for myself

It has been always for you

No one would believe on that

But I know it is true

Whenever you look at me

I thought I am precious

I know it should be your line

Don’t be so serious

Every day I fall in love

When I saw you

But I always hide it

I never show you

No one would believe on that

But I know it is true

You just always remember my beautiful beloved

That I am truly in love with you… !!

sorry

                              sorry

I feel sorry to see these circumstances

Everyone is indulged in their own lives

Some are in power, some are in paucity,

Some are on the road, some are in the streets

Some are indulged in their different dreams

Everybody is singing a different song of their chances

I feel sorry to see these circumstances.

They say that they will change the situation,

They give a speech on water, electricity & cleanliness

And talk their void definition of religion & feminism,

Some of them even use cinema as their agenda

And every one teaches their different ethics & chances

I feel sorry to see these circumstances.                                                                                                        

How would be the future look like here?

Where women are trapped inside the cage of rituals

Where child marriages are still happening

And they also murder the lovers in the name of honour killing

They still believe in old ceremonies to make rain

They still make out their profits from old drain

They pour out extensive lectures in the name of religion

Why humanity has not been taught here with a good vision?

Because every one teaches their different ethics & chances

I feel sorry to see these circumstances.

ये हालात देखकर मुझे तरस आता है|

गुम है हर कोई अपने ही जहां में,

कुछ ख़ूबियों में कुछ अपनी ख़ामियों में,

कुछ शहर की सड़कों में कुछ गलियों में

कुछ खोए हैं परिंदों में कुछ परियों में

हर कोई एक अलग ही गीत गाता है

ये हालात देखकर मुझे तरस आता है|

देते हैं दुहाई सभी कि बदलेंगे हालात,

कुछ बिजली पानी और सफाई पर देते हैं सफाई

कुछ धर्म और नारीवाद पर करते हैं खोख़ली व्याख्या

कुछ फ़िल्मी सिनेमा को ही बना लेते हैं अपना एजेंडा

हर कोई नैतिकता की एक अलग परिभाषा बताता है

ये हालात देखकर मुझे तरस आता है|

कैसी होगी यहाँ शक्ल भविष्य की

जहाँ रवायतों में कैद रहती है नारी

होते हैं छुपते-छुपाते बाल विवाह आज भी

और किया जाता है प्रेमियों का क़त्ल भी छुपकर

हवन कुंद की अग्नि से वर्षा कराते हैं

खोखले आडम्बरों के पीछे अपना व्यापार चलाते हैं

मज़हब के नाम पर दिए जाते हैं लम्बे-चौड़े भाषण

कोई किसी को यहाँ इंसानियत क्यूँ नहीं सिखाता है

ये हालात देखकर मुझे तरस आता है|

मुस्कुराओ तो सही (smile please)

                                                ग़ज़ल  – मुस्कुराओ तो सही |

                          ghazal- muskurao to sahi

ज़िंदगी से थोड़ा सुकून चुराओ तो सही

एक शमा अंधेरे में जलाओ तो सही।।

Try to steal a little relax from life,

Try to light a lamp in the darkness.

कब तक भीड़ में भटकते रहोगे तुम

तन्हाई में कोई साज गाओ तो सही।।                                           

Till when you would be wandering in a crowd?

Try to play an instrument in aloneness.

इस पतझड़ में भी फूल खिलेंगे

तुम एक दफा मुस्कुराओ तो सही।।

Flower will bloom in this autumn

After seeing your smile

रोशनी तेरे पहलू में खुद ही आएगी

पर्दों को पहले जरा हटाओ तो सही।।

The light will come automatically toward your side,

You just need to remove curtains.

हर मौसम मौसम-ए-बहार होगा

कभी दुआ में हाथ उठाओ तो सही।।

Every weather would be spring weather,

You just need to pray.

फास्लों का ये सिलसिला भी खत्म होगा

तुम एक कदम बढ़ाओ तो सही।।

This distance will be over,

You just need to initiate from your side.

                                                                                 

                                                         

 

ये झूठ हैं (that's a lie)

               ग़ज़ल- ये झूठ है

                   Ghazal- That’s a lie

मैं तुझसे जुदा हूँ ये झूठ है
मैं तुझसे खफ़ा हूँ ये झूठ है ||
I am separated from you, that’s a lie 
I am displeased with you, that’s a lie 

किसने कहा तूने दिल तोड़ा था मेरा 
मैं शायर ग़मज़दा हूँ ये झूठ है ||
You have broken my heart, who said that! 
I am a sorrowful poet, that’s a lie 

सब कहते हैं मैं औरों से मुक्तलिफ़ हूँ 
मैं शख्स अल्हदा हूँ ये झूठ है ||
Everyone says that I am different from others
I am divergent, that’s a lie 

मैंने किये हैं फ़रेब तुझसे महबूब 
मैं फ़रेबी ख़ंजर की अदा हूँ ये झूठ है ||
I have dodged you, my love 
I am a person of dishonesty, that’s a lie 


मैं दोस्त हूँ महबूब हूँ शौहर भी हूँ 
मैं तेरा खुदा हूँ ये झूठ है ||
I am a friend, a lover and a husband too 
And I am also your god, that’s a lie. 

honorable lover

                    POETRY- HONORABLE  LOVER

What am I searching for?

Only you,

To look into your eyes

And to find my own self 

What I want?

Only you,

To be with you,

To love you,

To be a better person

For your precious happiness

What I love?

Only you,

To feel the existence of the universe,

To live within every second of time,

To feel alive and worthy

Because nothing existed in the world

Until I saw you

Until I felt in love with you

What I pray for?

Only you

You made me what I am

And as a matter of fact my love

I do not even exist for anyone

But you know this very well

You are my honorable love

And I am your honorable lover…

city of dreams

Through the empty non-dreamy eyes of a slum dweller

Every day, i see the city of dreams…

After the marvelous sculpturing of Kanheri Cave,

After the magnificent Gateway of India,

The beauty of Taj(hotel) held my breath,

And he gave a crooked smile to the menu,

He took me to Marine Drive and then Chowpatty,

And allowed me to feel the fragrance of bhutta .

I purposely looked at his yellow paced face,

When he was looking at the Worli Sea Face,

When we reached Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminal,

He shouted with all his heart… jai Maratha,

I know, how to pray with folded hands,

So at Siddhivinayak, I prayed for him,

When we entered the Film City,

He acknowledged me; this is the heaven of dreamers,

I instantly asked him about his any secret dream,

He said quietly, I am happy as a tour guide

Until I get a chance,

A chance of becoming the next Shahrukh Khan.

Before midnight, he offered me a Vada pav

The only buffet he could afford…

He is asleep now

I am still awake

Well now if you care about his name

Let me tell you that he hasn’t one

He is just a Slumdog of Dharavi

And I am the consciousness of that Slumdog…