AajTak Literature 2024: The Mahakumbh of words and melodies continued on the second day of the Sahitya Aaj Tak 2024 programme. The stage of Sahitya Aaj Tak was filled with artists, writers, poets, historians and experts in their respective fields. For the session ‘Anubhooti, Viyog aur Kavita’, poets and writers Yatindra Mishra, Babusha Kohli and Nirdesh Nidhi captured time in their own words through their writings. You will also like his poems and works, which you can read here.
Poet and writer Lovely Goswami read the title poem of her book ‘Pankhudi Ki Dhal’.
Two drops of God’s tears fell together from heaven to earth,
This is how we were both born
We could never ask God if these were his tears of joy or sadness.
You cut the stone with the edge of the sun,
He stopped all the spears with the shield of petals,
Your eyes were like the eyes of a shoemaker,
The shoemaker can recognize among a thousand feet the one whose sandal is broken.
You recognized my broken heart,
If there is ever a conflict between us, it should be as much as between two wings that grow close together in the flight of a bird,
It occurs between the tongues of two lovers during a deep kiss,
After meeting you I learned that a wound does not want to remain a wound forever,
He wants to become the memory of the healer.
post office
All the post offices in the world are ruled by love and the courts are ruled by hate.
No wonder post offices continued to decline and courts continued to increase.
We can both write each other at least one letter every day,
Or you send me a book sometimes.
Excerpt from a poem written about daughter.
In the third month you communicated for the first time,
One night I had many butterflies in my stomach, I created bubbles,
For the first time someone touched me inside and tickled me, I woke up in the middle of the night laughing,
You started to feel the taste, you insisted on eating laddus,
He kicked and punched a lot until his insistence was met.
As a rule, she stayed up until 2 a.m., played all night, and went to sleep in the morning.
Every time you were thirsty, you used to lick the inner walls of the uterus with your little tongue,
The whole world was hit by the epidemic, our hearts beat together in my body,
You say without words, without voice.
You are not alone even for a moment, mother.
Every moment we are with each other,
Your little body of a few centimeters growing inside me was bigger than all the pains of life,
The Vedanta of the world was smaller than your plants,
I carry you on my lap, I feel,
I hold a candle in my arms in the total darkness
Before my womb you entered my desires
Babusha Kohli Poems
Walnut Love Heart Squirrel
women who touch death
live less
try to live longer
The taste of death does not allow you to live.
The hunger to live does not let you die.
He runs very quickly between changing clothes and changing his mind.
Damn age!
Woman saved after drowning in love
She becomes very confident in her character.
recovers less
seems more recovered
A woman in recovery eats less
drink a lot of water
listen less
speak too loud
reduces anger
forgive a lot
tells many stories
Provides easy access to difficult places.
watches look too much
send fewer letters
the old man studies more
understand less
explain more
Wherever that man’s name is mentioned
suddenly becomes silent
woman in recovery
I can’t stop sitting with God
She worships less and curses more…
children make mud houses
children make mud houses
The elderly look for mud in the house.
Not all houses are made of clay
All the houses are on the ground.
not all birds can touch the sky
the sky can touch every bird
Not all trees are hit by an axe.
There is a little tree on each axe.
Not all women can be mothers
Not all mothers can be women
Not all men can be fathers
But all men can be mothers.
Poems by poetess and writer Nirdesh Nidhi.
five elements
The five elements were the basis of my creation.
water, air, fire, earth and sky
They say they never pay
they are never unbalanced
But the ponds are running out
the rivers are drying up
Water, the principal of the five elements, is drying up.
The fire is spreading over the bird.
the wind is suffocating
the earth is becoming soulless
the lustful sky
I look scared
elements that escape from the body drop by drop
How terrible I look!
Like a stiff and dry stick,
In incomplete elements without an element,
Will all the elements start falling from my body one by one?
And then I won’t be able to take any form
Form, which is the door to the path of liberation.
I’ll keep wandering shapeless like this
It would have been better if the matter had ended here.
But the five elements one by one.
Waterfalls will begin to flow from everyone’s body.
Let’s see someday.
About the incident of women being banned from entering temples Poem from the instruction fund.,
hello shiva
I was convinced of my existence,
To be honest, I was very proud.
When you had braided your body like a braid,
Half of me was you and half of you was me.
I couldn’t contain myself when I saw my glans swinging on your chest.
Your love was truly supernatural,
Despite knowing that she was a woman and menstruating,
You knew very well that my menstruation was a gift to the earth, a blessing.
Otherwise, who knows the truth of this childless land better than you?
So what happened, suddenly you turned into stone,
And I, entangled in you, was cruelly torn away and thrown away from you,
A mountain-like taboo was erected at the gates of sacred temples by calling it impure menstruation.
I remained silent even after having drunk for centuries the poison of this taboo,
But silence is forbidden to my new generations,
So that they do not insist on despising you,
Lord, save your existence by removing gross taboos.
Poet and writer Yatindra Mishra enthralled the audience with many poems during the programme, including ‘Sarovar Vyatha’, ‘Chudamani’, ‘Maand Aur Allah Jilai Bai’ and ‘Man Ki Saarangi’. Read Yatindra Mishra’s poem ‘Mann Ki Sarangi’ here.
violin of the mind
Don’t make a home of inner pain
If possible, sing the pain in thumri.
See that sitar whose string has become angry and has strayed from its practice.
wait a little, relax a little
Take the violin of your mind once again very carefully.
See, the melody of pain can sound once more.
If possible, keep the pain inside.
Even if you sing it in the new Thumri style.
