Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Solitude


Solitude

A flickering diyo light
is all that remains.
A dark night
and a lonely temple.
No pilgrims,
no priests,
no devotees.

The deity finally rests
among fermenting flowers.




chirag bangdel

Load Shedding


Load Shedding


Darkness
that unifies all.
Darkness
cold but just.
No shapes,
colours
or sizes.
An equal black.

Vain beauty you are but for the light!




chirag bangdel

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

I See


Leaves turn a brilliant red
when ripe.
Dew drops so round
can roll on leaves.
Mossy walls so green !
The moon can be seen even on cobalt day skies.
These things were always there.

But now with you
I see


chirag bangdel

Untitled


In this evening
of mellow sunlight.
Everything is still.
Even the noisy crows
don’t say a word.
You come to me
and say it all in a touch.

Thank you for not breaking the silence.





chirag bangdel
(earlier published in collection "Fermenting Flowers.
The painting featured is now acquired by Mr.Thomas Bjørn Tingstrup and Ms. Annette Tingstrup.)

Friday, December 25, 2009

The Uphill


The Uphill


The uphill tires me.
You walk fast
and ahead.
Strange,
I always thought
that I’d lead you
and guide you.


You reach to the top.
You laugh at me
and my weakness.
I am a bad walker.


Yet,
you come running back to my arms
laugh at me, still
and push me from behind
all the way to the top.


See?
I am supposed to lead.





chirag bangdel
(earlier published in my collection “Fermenting Flowers”.)

Celebrating Divinity

1.

I am dust
every time You rain.
Quench me
never let me fly.



2.

And so He did it again
tonight
sowed seeds all over the black skies
(watch them how shine!)
….for tomorrow, a sunny day!



3.

You are the falling leaf.
The reason why it fell is You.
You are the wind it rides
and the worm that feeds on it,
isn’t that but You?


4.

Bored of the blue
in the evening,
God changed the sky to orange.




5.

Vermillion
on a lonely rock,
so easy to find God!




6.

I taste You…cold,
water,
I see You….bright,
ripples,
You fill my thirst
gulp by gulp.



7.

Saw You this morning
on a blade of grass.
You were shining on it,
the Sun.
You looked so perfectly round,
weren’t you the dew drop?
You amuse Yourself !



8.

A bird was singing
for You this morning
You heard her with my ears!


9.
How do You do it?
The intense blue of the sky.
Every petal of the marigold.
Why do you make me write this?


10.
The little baby smiled
and You
only know why.


chirag bangdel

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Love Abstracts


(24- December-2009 9:38pm)


When I am thinking of you,
I wonder,
are you thinking of me?
Do you think of me
the way I think of you?
We’ll never know that, will we?
Do you miss me
as much as I miss you?
We’ll never know that as well!
Sometimes I wish I could take
all my love for you out of me
and spread it all around you
and maybe it would fly around you
like a billion fluffy dandelions.
Or maybe pour my love for you
out on the streets
and you could walk on it bare feet.
My love is in me
and is out of me and shines
all over the skies every night.
It blows with the wind and kisses your hair.
It laughs every-time a baby chuckles.
My love is red in winter like the fiery poinsettia.
And is tastefully tasteless like avocado which you don’t like too much!
My love is me as I breathe,
as I talk,
as I dream.
I am the proof
that I love you.



chirag bangdel

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Good morning world!

Got up this morning with a happy realization that the bandhs are over but with a little twist of melancholy that it’s back to the grind. Yes back to the seriousness of the daily mundane life. Like I love saying on the radio , “paapi pet ko sawaal”.

But the bandh did affect all of us. Media reported that with the bandh, the streets were dead. I think the streets came alive with the bandh. And I am not talking about the protests. People walked on the streets. Vendors could be seen every where. Vendors selling colourful baloons. Vendors selling clothes. And most of all vendors selling peanuts and gram (channa). Almost every walking individual had this funnel shaped rolled paper with gram in it. I am sure in a bandh day, Nepalese devour a few tonnes of gram. Lol

So some friends did read my blog after all. Its kinda exciting writing here. And I hope it’s more than just my beginner’s enthusiasm . I still am trying to figure out things though….should I be writing this for/to myself or to my audience? Should this be like a diary ? But a diary makes no sense if its open to all. A diary should be private and confidential and should only be published if you are famous. Like Anne Frank.

I have a very close friend who is very serious about her diary….she even has a name for it. Or should I say him/her..? lol

So here I am in a bandhless morning trying to work and make a living and yet having this constant quick flashbacks of yersterday when time had no meaning and the sun was so wonderfully mellow warm and oranges were such a perfect combination of sweetness and sour !

C’est la vie!

A Day of Bandh

okay....so I start my blog today. My first ever blog and I choose a bandh to do this. For those of you who dont know whats a bandh....its a strike... where all shops and stores close. And no vehicles run. and people suffer. And tourists walk all the way from the airport. I even saw a tourist lady on one of these carts that is used to carry sacks and stuff....she was sitting on it with her bare feet dangling. She must have taken her shoes off after walking all the way. She had this look of amazement and dismay all over her face! This bandh was a three day long event. I walked to the radio station yesterday and recorded my shows. And when i came out i saw a foreigner taking a picture of a huge dump of waste. Well this is a bandh..... though we have waste dumps almost everyday. i had this huge feeling of guilt and embarrassment when i saw this foreigner taking this picture. I wanted to stop her but I didnt. I couldnt. She probably has this picture uploaded on facebook or maybe a blog like this one.
I am hoping this blog will make me and inspire me to write more because everytime I have an option whether to write or paint i have chosen to paint. This is because painting is more fun. I hope i have fun writing on this. Will anybody read this ? I dont know.....