Sanjay Kundan
Is one of the
leading Hindi poets of our times.
Born on December 7
1969 in Patna, he did his M.A. in Hindi from Patna University. Works as the
assistant editor in the daily "Navbharat times" presently and lives
in Delhi.
Poetry anthologies- Kagaz
ke Pradesh me, Chuppi ka shor
Short story
collection - Boss ki party
Novel - Tootne ke
baad
The poet speaks-
In the process of
knowing life, to understand it and to have a closer look towards it, poetry has
always been a partner. Though whatever I am writing is "poetry”, this
doubt has always been there. I just want to communicate with like-minded people
who perceive life as I do. Poetry is also a way to communicate with those
unknown people.
Three poems (Translated by Asiya Naqvi)
Illusion
Don’t make fun of someone
if he lives in illusion.
He is in illusion so he is
living.
God too, is the name of an
illusion.
If anybody believes, let
him believe,
that god will help him
cross the road,
that god will fetch
medicines for him.
Somebody sees the mirror,
only in illusion
and remembers a face, and
it tickles,
and he pushes his
loneliness a bit further.
Somebody experiences the
zeal of crossing the sea
while crossing a road.
It is in illusion that
the
poet keeps on writing.
Somebody moves ahead with
fire
and
finds a new way of living.
Truth
Once upon a time
truth to me appeared
like a squirrel.
It carried a little sunlight and
a little happiness on its back.
Then
my age started whispering
in my ears,
“Truth is not as it
appears.”
People say-
Truth has not one but two
faces.
Wearing one, it stands
humbly on the
leaves of books and
dazzles.
Wearing another,
it roams with a wicked
magician
and conjures conspiracy.
(It started scaring me
but my heart denies to
accept.)
Again and again,
I asked an old tree.
I wanted to be assured
about truth.
People say-
On the back of my wishes
are the footprints of
truth
Which curb my wishes.
I prayed in my heart that
It comes to me as a kite
Which is made of
a piece of sky and
People may fly this kite
together
With the borrowed strings
from
the rainbow.
People say-
I didn't recognize truth
well.
That’s why I am out of all
the races.
Ordinary people
Those are ordinary people
who indulge in such small
fights which
we perhaps don’t even like
to discuss.
Mentioning them in the
news is
simply impossible.
Occupying a seat in the
bus to them
is a kind of great
achievement.
Reaching home before time
is seen by them
as a kind of celebration.
“Intellectuals and
amorists, you must be offended
that what does it mean to
write an ordinary poem
in an ordinary way.
For those ordinary people,
nothing is ordinary.”
They consider samosas
to be a special delicacy
and talk about its taste
for many days.
By the way,
Don’t you dare think samosas
to be an ordinary thing.
Someday it could become
the reason for
the demolition of the
government.
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