I salute Panna Dhai June 06.2013.10.22 PM

Panna Dhai was a maid in the service of Rana Sanga or Sangram Singh of Chittorgarh, India. She was a Gurjar (Kshatriya) lady of Kheechi clan. She was foster-mother of his infant son Udai Singh.

Rana Sangram Singh died in 1527 in the Battle of Khanua against Babur. Panna saved child Udai Singh from Rana's brother Banbir who was regent and wished to usurp the throne . Panna sacrificed her own child to save the prince. Panna Dai give the small Udai Singh to the bari (who collected used plates and was the only member who could enter the womans chamber in the fort) who took him far away. The child of Panna Dai did not know that he would be killed in the place of Udai singh. Panna Dai later on cried a lot but she was proud that she kept the shine of Mewar alive. To save him Panna Dai substituted her own baby in the royal cradle. Her child was slain, but Panna escaping with the baby prince made her way to Kumbhalgarh.

After Udai Singh attained youth he defeated his uncle and became the king of Chittod and later founded the city of Udaipur.

BETTER NOT SAY JUNE 04.2013 10.52 PM

Do you know
Yamuna was once flowing literally touching Lal kila 
and Dewanei Khas and Dewanei aam was literally showered by the high tides of Yamuna

You have come to Delhi
It was a hired taxi
you had a role to play
some money to earn

I have none of the above precincts with me

have you understood what I mean to say.

IF YOU STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND

I am explaining further

at present there is no Yamuna at all
its a ring road around the site referred above

and where you were moving
its the outer to outer ring road
with a fly over system 
just erected during the common wealth games

Yamuna is far far away from this place too

have you now understood

KIRAN MALHOTRA UNFOLD JUNE 04.2013.12.25 AM

कितनी गहरी होंगी
बड़े बड़े
हरे भरे
उन पेड़ों की जड़े
जो अक्सर
तेज हवाओं के
संग झूमते
बदलते मौसम के
हर मिजाज को
बेफिक्र चूमते
शायद कहीं
अंतर की गहरायी
तय करती होगी
कितनी ऊँची हो
आसमान में उड़ान
भीतर की चाह
देती होगी पंख
भरने को ऊँची उड़ान.

I do not know how to love. I have heard of love. May be something exterior to me told me how to love. I have spent my best moments with me to know love. I have asked myself at every thought of mine if love is an elixir  strength vigor or an ocean of self which I want to know. I have asked myself if love is that beyond the horizons of definitions and know how that gives you that you may not realize even if its confronting you in all the ways and means where you happen to be. I have asked LOVE whether you loves me or its me who loves you. 

I have asked from where love comes. I have wondered whether strength of love can de thread the intricacies of interiors exteriors too if then where and how.

I may come to know one day that its love only that brings what I may not know myself.

I may come to know love is probably the only thing in the cosmos.

LOVE HAS LOST TO THE HORIZONS JUNE 3.2013 8.33 PM

I have come a long
to search you

the ends and starts have collided on each other

asking as
if you may be 

I know nothin

my days 
nights together

ask
as 
if you were 

I know 
you are not 


Shallows 
I know

you have not

may be
I have made

is it 
I find you

 truth
I squirt

my moments

I ask

BETTER NOT SAY JUNE 2, 2013. 9.50 PM

जैसी हाथ में आये 
वैसी जिंदगी
जीनी ही पडती 
क्या सत्य
क्या असत्य 
शब्दों में कहाँ 
होता कुछ
परिभाषित 
हर दिन नया
रात अनोखी
बाहरी मुस्कुराहटो में
अक्सर छुपी रहती
एक गहरी उदासी
हर पल उलझा
ऊन के गोले-सा
स्वयम ही सब
सुलझा-सुलझा
सलाई पर सलाई
बुननी होती

The monotony is all pervasive . I know it to my heart. 

its me only who can do romance 

may with me myself

I know my heart wishes

something its only known to it

but I have goaded 

look my dear heart

I am not that bad

my heart opens an encyclopedia of its wishes

brain brings 

what I shall have to know

I know I can make it

 

BETTER NOT SAY JUNE 02.2013 5.57 PM

I am Pakistan 
I have raped my eastern part to CALCIFOROUS  and tithe ring blood booze
instead I always said its not me but somewhere else

I have surrendered to China
but I boast of my sword
kept in a British museum

I have given whole worth
and blood to the fancies and whims of Armed Forces
but I prefer to keep quiet

I have raped myself

and produced 
Farrah Hussains

BETTER NOT SAY JUNE 01.2013 9.16 PM

living credentials
probably I shall never be comfortable

I have seen and experienced
probably the its never ending equations

should call it anxiety uncertainty torture fate bio logical incompatibility opportunism of the environs

shall I have a heart to reckon with

I really don't know