Wednesday, September 26, 2012

BANAAMI.


BENAAMI.

Is benaami ka koi gum nahin;
gum toh hai sirf ek baat ka
ki jinke liye benaam huye,
aaj unka bhi koi naam nahin.....


Kuch der ke kirahedaar
ban kar aaye shaan aur shaukat hain;
aaj idhar toh kal gayab
is duniyan ki bheed mein....

Dil ki dehleej par
kudhaayi  roshni ki ek kiran
kuch shnn dikh laayi di;
lekin usse par karne  se 
pehle hi woh dhunla gayi.....

Is benaami ka koi gum nahin,
jinke liye benaam hua aaj unka bhi koi naam nahin.....
___Neelam S.
26.09.2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

DIL SE DIL TAK KA SAFAR...

( in dedication to my Master)





DIL SE DIL TAK KA SAFAR 

PALAKH JHAPAKTE HI TEH HO GAYA,

EK  PYAAR KE PAL MEIN... 


IS CHOTI SI, AUR SARAL SI

BAAT MANN MEIN  BAITHHA NA PAYA; 

SAINKADON TEREEKE AUR TAKNIKEIN 

AAZMATE HUA ZAMANA GUZZAR GAYA,


BAS MAIN APNE AAP KO 

AAINA BANA NA PAYA.....





__NEELAM  SETHI
  7-10-2012








''FROM self TO SELF.......''

FROM    self    TO    SELF.......

I  felt  your  fingertips on my cheek;
Was not that your acknowledgement  of me ?

I  felt your tingling upon my lip;
Was not that your affirmation for me ?

I felt your thoughts douched  my mind;
Was not that your sane self  in me ?

I  felt your Presence in my heart;
Was not that prayer enough for me ?

I felt your  glow envelop my soul;
Was  not that your encircling of me into yourself ?

I  felt my light within your Light
Was not that  a bit of  'me'  in  'all' of you.......?

___neelam sethi
     25-09-2012



Sunday, September 23, 2012

BLUE ROSE


BLUE    ROSE

There it grows
-in the Garden
through the Hand of Providence;
a flower so unique,
assembled in petals of soft silk;
-upright upon a dainty stem
-upright above a thorny bush
-upright and dolefully gazing 
with its upturned face
into Me,
and My azure Expansiveness

Blue Rose
let the Breezes of Tomorrow
tear you,
and blow you Upwards
into Me..................


__neelam sethi
   23.09.2012

Saturday, September 22, 2012

AT HIS DIVINE WISH.....

AT  HIS  DIVINE  WISH

Like a playful wave
I swing-
to and fro,
and up
and down,
sometimes in flood,
sometimes in ebb;
always foaming, 
at times bemoaning 
the loss of greater heights....

Creeping
ever so silently 
with a sweet rememberance
of His name
on the infringement of my frothy lips,
I rise to fall
upon
the silent shores, 
the silent floors of Love,
and
back into myself,
receeding--
back into my deep  Bosom.

The secret being that-
He controls
my whole activity;
He, who is my Truth :
my Treasure Trough
hidden in the depths
of my  very being---
and
At His Divine Wish
I rise 
and I fall....
to  emerge  and
to  submerge
day 
after
day................


___neelam sethi
     17.09.2012


Thursday, September 13, 2012

ENGLISH AT HEART-TRAVEL PIECE


Subject: 
English at Heart-travel piece






                                                                   English at Heart

Heathrow Airport, on a February Sunday evening has a cold greeting for me.I emerge from it's exit and make my way for the place of my stay in London for the following week  at Primrose Garden - a short walk from the famous Hampstead Heath which Keats,Shelley,and Oscar Wilde, among other renowned writers, frequented.

Hampstead Heath is a wonder place for a nature lover, it becomes almost impossible not to break out into free abandon on seeing so much  natural beauty, each turn of the head creates a picture -if you use your mind as a picture frame. It is a seven acre of open area -  an attractive moorland of open spaces, meadows and slopes and ponds. Part heath and part woodland, it stretches along a ridge in north London just four miles from Central London. It is a place that has been favored by literary artists  seeking rest and relaxation, for no artist or painter's heart can remain untouched by the splendorous beauty of the Heath - consisting shrubs and trees, steps and pathways, lakes and lanes, benches and bridges. Frequented in the late eighteenth century by Wordsworth and Coleridge and in early nineteenth century by Keats and Shelley the Heath is a literary '''mine'' into which the minds of these great English romantic poets dug and produced the most soul - stirring gems of  poetry of that Age. Keats writes - ''... if poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, then it had better not come at all.'' He further writes ( in one of his letters to his brother George )- that he views the world as '' a vale of soul - making'' -anticipating the great Odes, that he would write some months later. No doubt he found his imagination taking flight when it was fed by the natural beauty of his surroundings. He later wrote - " I'm certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of Imagination. "
To his best friend Shelley he wrote "if  my Imagination is a monastery and I'm a monk ".
He writes elsewhere-''Beauty is truth , truth beauty... 
    English at Heart

Heathrow Airport, on a February Sunday evening has a cold greeting for me.I emerge from it's exit and make my way for the place of my stay in London for the following week  at Primrose Garden - a short walk from the famous Hampstead Heath which Keats,Shelley,and Oscar Wilde, among other renowned writers, frequented.

Hampstead Heath is a wonder place for a nature lover, it becomes almost impossible not to break out into free abandon on seeing so much  natural beauty, each turn of the head creates a picture -if you use your mind as a picture frame. It is a seven acre of open area -  an attractive moorland of open spaces, meadows and slopes and ponds. Part heath and part woodland, it stretches along a ridge in north London just four miles from Central London. It is a place that has been favored by literary artists  seeking rest and relaxation, for no artist or painter's heart can remain untouched by the splendorous beauty of the Heath - consisting shrubs and trees, steps and pathways, lakes and lanes, benches and bridges. Frequented in the late eighteenth century by Wordsworth and Coleridge and in early nineteenth century by Keats and Shelley the Heath is a literary '''mine'' into which the minds of these great English romantic poets dug and produced the most soul - stirring gems of  poetry of that Age. Keats writes - ''... if poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, then it had better not come at all.'' He further writes ( in one of his letters to his brother George )- that he views the world as '' a vale of soul - making'' -anticipating the great Odes, that he would write some months later. No doubt he found his imagination taking flight when it was fed by the natural beauty of his surroundings. He later wrote - " I'm certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of Imagination. "
To his best friend Shelley he wrote "if  my Imagination is a monastery and I'm a monk ".
He writes elsewhere-''Beauty is truth , truth beauty... breakfast his attention was caught by the song of a nightingale and been drawn by it he sat below the blossom tree and penned those famous lines: ''My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains.....and liethwards has sunk...''
The Encyclopedia Britannica describes the poem ''Nightingale'' as one of the finest masterpieces of human work in all time. His closeness to nature and all its creatures is reflected in the inner intensity with which he wrote. 
At this very house also Keats wrote the beautiful poem-''Bright Star''- a love sonnet- lauding his 18year old love, Fanny. 
The tone of melonchly in his poems owes to the fact that while nursing his brother Tom he fell victim to tubercolosis and this was the reason why he left England and Fanny Brown for the warmer climes of Rome, where after a short spell of illness he passed away at the tender age of 25.He was much loved  by Shelley who mourned him in his elegy ''Adonis''.
Shelley wrote :
''He is made one with nature; there is heard His voice in all her music; from the moan of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a Presence to be felt and known....'' 
Darkness, disease and depression surrounded him and are reflected in works like ''The Eve of St. Agnes'' and ''La Belle Dame Sans Merci'' etc.
Spiritualism and love of nature go hand in hand  because nature is an experience which lead to intense personal expression. And, because of the effect nature has over man, often uplifting the emotions- it allows for a deep spiritual connection with itself. Wordsworth so poetically has put it-
''Nature never  did betray a heart that loved her.'' All poetic works which find their source in nature can be described as''art with a heart'' , thus turning poets into prophets...
On a personal level, experiencing nature for me is an integral part of the development and completeness of the soul. According to me, nature, because its beauty is awe-inspiring. has the capacity to teach love, joy, freedom and piety as these are characteristics for a worthy , developed individual.

For those who are ardent travelers who travel not just for travelling  sake,but who ''seek to find'' may take the tube to Hampstead or Belsize Park and be prepared to walk to the Keats House.There are numerous shops and restuarants along the way. The House is open daily from noon till 5 p.m., except
 for holidays and the admittance fee is GBP 3 and for children below 16yrs is free.There is no charge for entering the garden. From November to March the House is open from noon till 4 p.m..
Organised walks start at Hampstead tube at 1p.m.and the stroll takes you through old Hampstead,a visit to the Vale of Heath,dip into the Heath (the specific attraction are the three bathing pools-Men's pools and Women's pools that lie on the eastern edge of the Heath)-the swimming hours being seasona and age dependent. It is a trip worth checking out and costing about GBP 1-2.It is a 6-mile walk and this activity is organised and run by Keats House.
Website: www.keatshouse.cityoflondon.





Warm Regards,

JUNGLE SAFARI


            




       JUNGLE   SAFARI     (published in SPEAKING  TREE, MAY28, 2011)



During the Diwali holidays this year, we went for a sojourn to
the Jim Corbett Park, situated in northern India. We reached the
resort in the evening and went for a ‘nature walk’ to explore the
nearby area, which consisted of a village set amidst very picturesque
farms on the periphery of the dense jungle. We had an early dinner and
turned in because we were tired due to the day’s travelling. Also, we
had to be up early for the jumbo safari!
         As promised, the resort people gave us a guard-cum-guide who
took us to the place where we were to mount the elephant. She was
called Kalina. After all were aboard Kalina, we started moving slowly
towards the forest. Taking soft and sure steps she manoeuvered her way
into the thickness of the jungle. With silent, padded feet she walked
through tiny, dry ravines and the waist–high green grass. As she went
along she kept feeding herself. I think she used the safari to have
her breakfast!
              She took us into the jungle, deeper and deeper. From time to
time, the mahout told us to be quiet, in case Kalina got wind of a
tiger’s presence. But no such luck. We were lucky enough to see many
deer; they were so endearing as they gazed at us in an innocent and
enquiring manner in a clearing in the woods. It was so picturesque. We
spotted some Sambar stags also. The swaying movement of the elephant
and the silence of the jungle had a really soothing effect on the
mind. As we went further into the jungle the only sounds we could hear
were the swishing of the grass as Kalina padded through it and the
dewdrops that fell softly from the leaves. There was dead silence and it was accompanied by such a soothing
serenity. The mind then wandered into the deep and quiet recesses of
itself, and somewhere along the way the thought came that we too carry
jungles within ourselves – jungles of our thoughts. Our '' mind'' jungles have
patches of clearing where happy thoughts dance like the sunlight
dances on trees and leaves. They too have those dark corners and
ominous caverns where violent and angry, hateful and selfish thoughts
lurk around sometimes. Just as we become alert there amidst the wild,
in case of facing a dangerous animal, so too in life we must become
alert and cautious as soon as such menacing thoughts enter our mind, which can
have far-reaching, negative repercussions.
                  The jungle ride on the sweet-tempered Kalina turned out to
be a meditative experience for me. This was something I least
expected, as initially I was scared to ride an elephant and go into
the deep woods. It taught me life’s simple lesson: no matter how
crowded our mind may become with strongly negative and dark thoughts
at times, we must slowly, softly and surely wind our way out of it
all, just as Kalina had done so staidly. We too can be mental giants and
retain gentleness and calmness, like Kalina, huge in size, but
possessing desirable qualities - silent, obedient, fearless and
focused on the path in the forest. The path in the forest seemed so
symbolic of the  Path of Life, which safely leads us out of
this worldly jungle, where cut-throat behaviour, petty politicking,
and one-upmanship are the predators we must guard against. Besides
this, just as the jungle path took us into the heart of the forest,
our path (marg) also takes us into our deepest, utmost ‘being’ where
we learn inner stillness and calm.
                We came back to the starting point and alighted from Kalina
with a feeling of great contentment. I, for one, had fallen totally in
love with her. We clicked pictures of her with her mahout. As we drove
away from there we made sure we tipped Kalina’s owner and asked him to
buy as many sugarcane sticks as he could for her.
                 It sure had been a
wonderful ride and she deserved to be rewarded!

Neelam Sethi .
Gurgaon





Tuesday, September 11, 2012

IF TIME WERE TO WRITE A DIARY.........

IF TIME WERE TO WRITE A DIARY...........

If   Time were to write a diary, of
What would it write-
Ages, aoens  and stages,
Of geographical changes and spaces
and anti-Christ figures,
Or Clocks and Queens
Of defeats and rejoicing victories
Of historical  heroes  and Golden Ages ?

If Time were to write a diary, of
What would it speak -
Frightening thunderstorms,
Gentle showers and multi-colored flowers
of creatures great and small,
with  life of many forms
Of birds and butterflies;
or loving zephyrs
touching the leaves gently
on their way to the clouds......
or superb rainbows with
Angels perched on them,
Or scorhching sunlight on parched arenas
and soothing, silver moonbeams...
or would it speak of Earth, and  its seasons
and its  many moods and hues
of mountains, plains, rivers and streams ?

If Time maintained a diary,
would it  make a record -
of  the human stage,
of youth and age,
and babyhood days;
of boyish bashfulness
and teenage blues,
foolish girly charms,
and womanly views;
of chivalrous gents,
holding a wise demeanor
upon their brow
which age  may lay waste
when old and bent they are
from the waist ;
Or of dreams and visions
or of goals and missions,
of sorrows and joys
and heartaches and smiles ?

If Time were to write a diary, then of
what would it therein tell -
tales of saints and sages, of seers and sin
of  the seven heavens and  one hell;
of readers and writers-
conquerers and marauders
of the mind's  mazes-its wanderings
or the Heart's meanderings......?


If Time were to write  its diary,
would it not write-
of its seconds, minutes, hours,
of its days, weeks,
its years and decades;
or of 'unearthly' Time
having varying dimensions
of its own self-negation-
and of its own Eternal nature
 its own Timelessness
and of  its melting into Nothingness.......??



    Neelam Sethi
    12-09-2012.
(to be further editted)














ZARRA POOCHE KOI...



ZARRA POOCHE KOI


Zarra pooche koi 
pyaar se
kya zindagi
tera hi naam hai?

Zarra pooche koi
in wadon-irradon se
kya zindagi 
inhi hi naam hai?

Zarra pooche koi
in rishtey-naaton se 
kya zindagi 
tumhara hi naam hai?

Zarra pooche koi
apne zameer se
jo apne zehen mein 
har pal rahetey hain
kya zindagi unhi ka naam hai?

jo hote hai,aur dikhayee nahin dete
kya unhi se hai  yeh zindagi??
zarra pooche koi..............

__best regards
  neelam sethi




EK PAL TOH....


EK PAL TOH.....



ek pal toh  jee liye
aapki panha mein aa kar;


waise guzar rahi thi 
zindagi ek majboori ban kar...


ek pal ki muskaan
honton par chaayi aapko dekh kar;

waise toh sadiyan beeth gayee 
gummo ki kash-ma-kash  ko lekar...


ek umang si uthhi
dil mein, aap se mil kar;

waise na-muraad din beet rahe the 
aansuon ki dhaar ban kar....

ek pal ton ji liye
aap ki parchayiyon ke ghere mein

waise  udasiyon  ke saayon mein
baithe the humm  simmath kar.....


ek pal sirf,
sirf ek pal, 

ek pal toh jee liye
shuhkriyaana  aap  ka....



___love & regards,
   neelam sethi
   (08.09.2012)

IT IS FAITH.....


 IT IS FAITH....

  When we set out to sail
 into  this ''Mahasagar'' of Maya
 it is  Faith - the Keel of the ship-
 that helps us to cut through
 the deep waters of Doubt,
 and keeps us
 steady and strong...


When the waves of Feelings
come crashing towards us,
when the winds of Thoughts
threaten to blow away 
sails of composure, helter-skelter
it is Faith that keeps us 
steady and strong...

When the tempest of Anger 
lashes gusts of rain
upon our upturned face.
when the whirlpool of Emotions 
threaten to displace us
from our bearings,
it is Faith that keeps
steady and strong....

RETH



Sunday, August 26, 2012
Reth ke mahalon mein
Sapno ke chirag
Nahin jal paa te hain;
Sagar ki lehren
unhe shant kar daalti hain,

Umeedon  ke saaye hain
Jinhe andhiyon ne bikher daala;
Nakaam zindagi ke lakshye
Kuch aise dhoondhla se gaye,

Main toh main na rahi
Bikhar gayi, bus 
Ek mutthi  reth ki tarah - 
Aur paaya apne aap ko
Koochon kinaron  mein....... 

__NEELAM SETHI
26.8.2012

OF ''INSTANTS'' AND THEIR EFFECTS....


A reputed burger company puts up a promising slogan in its restaurant-''Be served
 in a minute or have your order free!'' And the kept their promise. Time is money here; time is profits. We have yet another  example of this super-efficiency by a pizza firm which promises to deliver your order at your doorstep in  half an hour or your order is free. Haven't known them to fail on that promise yet. The poor delivery boy will brave rain and storm, traffic lights and traffic jams and reach the consumer, hurried and harried, putting  his personal safety at stake because the Company's golden rule must not be broken -Performance, Progress and Profits. These are just a couple of examples of the new face of the industrial, metropolitan society that inhabits our big cities. The fast pace affects all ages-infants, youngsters and the aged. Life is on the 'fast trax' and it seems to have come to stay this way. 
There are a number of reasons for these  new trends in the urban life-style of the people, such as a growing dirth or lack of loyal servants and competent domestic help, high prices of raw materials, the women of the house are now working and career-oriented, the homemaker wishes to avoid the drudgery of work, increased incomes , higher  standard of living, media with its attractive salesmanship , and of course the convenience factor . Besides fast foods which are a phone call away today we are slaves to ''instant'' and frozen foods and foodstuff too. When we are  not ordering food from outside there is always the option of 'heat n eat' packets lying in the cupboard,  coffee that you just spoon out of the bottle into the cup or have a dip-dip chai which is prepared in a minute- infact you name it today and you can have it: beverages, snacks, baby foods, health foods, main meals, desserts etc. The variants are mind-boggling. We have forgotten to labour lovingly  and then enjoy then lovingly enjoy the fruits of our labor!  Philip K Harward has rightly said that  inspiration  can be nurtured even while preparing a ‘ leisurely dinner’!
Ins’t it time to stop and question ourselves  about the validity of such a life –style?
Aren’t we just aping the west and making their millionaires into billionares? Isn’t there a growing impatince in the new youth that is emerging in our cosmopolitan cities? Today in the age of e-mails and jet rides we have lost the joy of witing longingly for  a beloved’s letter or  the endurance that comes from the hardship of strenuously long journeies of yore. Besides that today we have desk-top social net-working where one doesn’t even  have to be physiclly present for a chit-chat; on-line chatting goes on along side work!  Are we not forgetting how to wait – is this the salutation that we give our civilisation? The so-called city–walla is now not the cultured, soft-spoken sophisticate; he’s the one who is pushy, loud and quite intorerant of others with a  menacing aggressiveness. Stress levels at work , home and in relationships also ad to this impatience which oozes out of the city people. In Stephan Covey’s book titled ‘Everyday Greatness’ William Gottlieb defines ‘’stress’ as something which  makes one ‘hurried and harried’. Today, unfortunately we have books being wrttien on ‘’child stress’’-sad but true . We elders have done this to the following generation. And ourselves we have turned into adult spoilt brats – we want it when we want it , instantaneously and immediately. So we have the markets catering to our whims and fancies, and these are the impressions that we are passing on to our progeny. Apart from this, we have abused the body by pumping in preservatives and chemicals which have far-reaching destructive effects on health. One hears of cases where the patient has been put strictly on ‘’organically ‘’grown  foods;any other type of food plays havoc with her system . Isnt this Nature’s vengence ? What if this were to happen to a majority of us-would we learn to labor then and eat at leisure and slow down our pace a bit and learn patience  and perhaps be more tolerant of each other...Wouldn’t we be able to change our psyche or mental attitudes towards more positivity and perhaps grow spiritually? Wouldn’t a change in the individual’s  life -style lead to a change in  his inner beliefs and from the individual this change within  the self could grow outwards and encompass his  society as well ?
Let’s think again about our indulgence in ‘fast’ foods ( which are actually junk foods and which seem to have junked us in other ways too- body and mind) and ‘’instant’’life-styles before someone comes up secretly  with a packaged formula for ‘’instant ‘’ Nirvana.....!! Some legacy to leave  for the forthcoming generations! No short-cuts there, please!

Neelam Sethi
27-9-2011