Tuesday, 13 June 2017

SHE IS NOT A SEX WORKER/ A POEM TRANSLATED BY ME FROM HINDI

She is not a sex worker
Not a decoration item of this worldly society
Not a cheer leader presented to
Hurt emotions of defeated team
She is not Nirmala of Premchand
She is not Nagarvadhu of Vishalee
She is not a salable commodity in Republic
Not a lemon to be squeezed
Not a red or green bindi
Not a poem
To be cheated in circumference of language
Nor an option to be used in lieu of an oxen
She is not a character of any popular story
She is not a figure in statistics of inequality
She is not brand of advertisement
She is not an issue of compromise
She is not an instrument of live in relation
She is a real weapon.
She is basis of change of system
If ever confronted with her
You will come to realize
These hands can arrest you with handcuffs.
A SOUL STIRRING POEM ORIGINALLY COMPOSED IN HINDI BY DINESH DHARMPALJI AND TRANSLATED BY ME WITH HIS CONSENT.

Monday, 29 May 2017

क्या तुम सुन रही हो,माँ

Hi!friends, sharing with you my favourite poem, composed by me both in Hindi and English and translated into Bengali by reputed poet Shyamal Kumar Majumder from Bangladesh and in Rajasthani by reputed poet Ravi Purohit from Bikaner. I wish this poem to be translated in as many languages in the whole world as possible. Support from translators world wide will be held in great esteem by me.


क्या तुम सुन रही हो,माँ
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माँ,तुम अक्सर कहा करती थी
बबली,इतनी खामोश क्यों हो
कुछ तो बोला करो
मन के दरवाज़े पर दस्तक दो
शब्दों की आहट से खोला करो


अब मुखर हुई हूँ,
तुम ही नहीं सुनने के लिए
विचारों का जो कारवां
तुम मेरे ज़हन में छोड़ गयी
वादा है तुमसे
यूं ही बढ़ते  रहने दूंगी


सारी कायनात में तुम्हारी झलक देख
सरल शब्दों की अभिव्यक्ति को
निर्मल सरिता सा
यूं ही बहने दूंगी


मेरा मौन अब
स्वरित हो गया है/
माँ,क्या तुम सुन रही हो

रजनी छाबड़ा




ARE YOU LISTENING? MAA


Maa! You often used to ask me
Babli, why are you so silent
Usher something
Give vent to your thought
Knock at the door of mind
Open it with sound of your words.

I am vocal now
But you are not here
To listen me.
Caravan of thoughts
That you left behind
In my mind
I promise you
To let it move
On and on

Viewing your glimpse
In whole Universe.
I will pen-craft
Spontaneous flow of
My thoughts
Like a stream of pure water. My silence has vocalized.
But, are you listening Maa?

RAJNI CHHABRA


শুনছো, মা মা!
তুমি প্রায়ই আমাকে বলতে
বাবলি, এত চুপ কেনো
কিছু ব্যক্ত করো
তোমার ভাবনাগুলো বের হওয়ার সুযোগ করে দাও।
মনের দরজায় আঘাত হানো
তোমার বাণীসমূহের শব্দে মনের দরজা খুলে ফেলো। আমি এখন ধ্বনিময়
কিন্তু তুমি তো এখন এখানে নেই যে শুনবে।
যেসব চিন্তার কাফেলা
আমার অন্তরে রেখে গেছো
আমি প্রতিজ্ঞা করছি
আমি তা অবিশ্রান্তভাবে
সচল রাখবো। তোমার ক্ষীণ আলোয় দেখে
এই বিশ্ব চরাচরে
আমি কলম-শিল্পী হবো
যে বিশুদ্ধ জলের ঝর্ণাধারার মত
স্বতঃস্ফূর্তভাবে ছলছল প্রবাহিত হবে। আমার নৈশব্দ এখন কল্লোলিতো।
তুমি কি শুনতে পাচ্ছো, মা?




कांई थूं सुण रैयी है मां !
मां ! थूं केई बार कैवती
बबली, थूं चुप क्यूंह ैकी ं तो बोल्या करमन दरूजो कदै तो खड़काकाळजै री आगळ कदै तो सबदां रै खोजां खोल ।अबै म्हैं जागगी मांथूं ई सुणबा नै त्यार नीं हैभाव-चींत रा जिका बीजथूं छिड़कगी म्हारै मन-आंगणै,राख पतियारो ! कौल है म्हाराइण विध ई बधता रैसी । आखै चोखळै थारी छिब नैसीधै सबदां भाखूंलीनिरमळ नदिया ज्यूंइण ढाळै ई बैवती रैसीथारी मन री सीख-धार ! म्हारो अबोलो मूनअबै बोलण ढूक्यो है मांकांई थूं सुण रैयी है ?

A TRANSLATED POEM FROM 'ABHISHAPT KYON'

A TRANSLATED POEM FROM 'ABHISHAPT KYON'
Hands picking garbage
Segregating
Pieces of cardboard, bottles of wine
Banned plastic bags
Pieces of bread smeared with fungus
Show each and every object its proper place.

Wife of waste dealer
Weighs pieces of cardboard
Weighs banned plastic bags
Counts wine bottles
Pretends to be arithmetician
And hands over half day wages of Manrega.

Hands that pick garbage
Are equally apt at playing drums
Physique stretched from head to toe
Dances as well.
Faces defeat sometimes and sings at other times
But these hands are never raised for begging.

Their off springs
Want to pick gold in midst of drains
But come across
Hidden decayed remnants of
Excreta of human beings
Original poem in Hindi by Dr Dharam Paul Kapoor
Translated into English by Rajni Chhabra, with consent from the poet

Sunday, 28 May 2017

YADAN REE SOURM/ FRAGRANCE OF MEMORIES


ORIGINAL POEM IN RAJASTHANI:  RAVI PUROHIT
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH :          RAJNI CHHABRA
POSTER DESIGNED BY :                      RAVI PUROHIT       

Sunday, 21 May 2017

MY POEM " SUFFICIENT'' TRANSLATED BY INTO HINDI, RAJASTHANI, BENGALI AND NEPALI

PRESENTING MY POEM " SUFFICIENT'' TRANSLATED BY MYSELF INTO HINDI,
BY RAVI PUROHIT JI INTO RAJASTHANI,
BY SUBIR MAJUMDER JI INTO BENGALI
BY BIRBHADRA KARKIDHOLI INTO NEPALI
SUFFICIENT
A dream for
Hope deprived vision
A sigh for
Mum lips
A patch for
Torn heart
Suffice for
My existence
.RAJNI CHHABRA
काफी हैं
एक ख़्वाब
बेनूर आँख के लिए
एक आह
खामोश लब के लिए
एक पैबंद
चाक जिगर
सीने के लिए
काफी हैं
इतने सामान
मेरे
जीने
के लिए
RAJNI CHHABRA
घणो ई है
अेक सपनो
थिर-रंगहीण आंख सारू
अेक निसखारो
मून धारियै होठां सारू
अेक अणछंट कारी
चाक-हियै छाती सारू
घणो ई है इत्तो सामान
म्हारै जीवणै सारू
RAVI PUROHIT
পর্যাপ্ততা
আশাহীন চোখে
একটা স্বপ্ন
নির্বাক ঠোঁটে একটা দীর্ঘশ্বাস
ছিন্ন হৃদয়ের জন্য
একটা তালির সংস্থান
টিকে থাকার লড়াইয়ে
রাখবে পর্যাপ্ত অবদান।
SUBIR MAJUMDER

Thursday, 18 May 2017

RECOGNITION/ KHUD REE PICHAAN and SUFFICIENT/GHANO EE HAI


I extend my heartiest gratitude to Ravi Purohit ji, reputed poet of Rajasthani and Hindi and Sahitya Akedemi Award Winner 2016, for Rajasthani Translation. It is still more a matter of joy for me as this is prime translation of my English poems in Rajasthani. Earlier, Poems from my English Poetry Books MORTGAGED and MAIDEN STEP have been translated by famous poet Shymal Majumdar jifrom Bangladesh and Subir Majumdar ji from Kolkata, into Bengali. I have already shared those poems on
 ANUSRIJAN page of mine. Care to view, enjoy and comment.
रजनी छाबड़ा री अंग्रेजी कवितावां रो उथळो - रवि पुरोहित
RECOGNITION
After getting acquainted
With our countenance
Why we glance in mirror
Mirror reflects an image of
Our physical identity
Where do we find
Recognition of our
Mental embodiment
खुद री पिछाण
खुदो-खुद सूं परतख होवतां थकां ई
पिछाण री साख सारू
क्यूं जोंवता रैवां दरपण...
कांच चिलको दिखाय सकै
देही बणाव रो
पण रूह-रूप री पिछाण
अठै-कठै लाधै ?
00
SUFFICIENT
A dream for
Hope deprived vision
A sigh for
Mum lips
A patch for
Torn heart
Suffice for
My existence.
घणो ई है
अेक सपनो
थिर-रंगहीण आंख सारू
अेक निसखारो
मून धारियै होठां सारू
अेक अणछंट कारी
चाक-हियै छाती सारू
घणो ई है इत्तो सामान
म्हारै जीवणै सारू

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

आसमान आबी है/Sky is Neptunian

आसमान आबी है

आसमान आबी है
फिजाओं में बेताबी  है
जाने आज कुदरत
क्या नया गुल खिलायेगी



रजनी छाबड़ा


Sky is Neptunian
Ambience is  restless
God know,
What new mischief
Is cooking
In  mind of nature.

RAJNI CHHABRA