Woman to woman

I know I am not the only woman in the world
with a sort of hurt feeling about fruit shops.

The windows are always so full of delicious
looking fruit. The rosiest of apples, succulent

black grapes, oranges and grapefruit that make
my mouth water. The greenest of watercress,

and sprightly mustard cress just ask for a plate
of thin bread and butter and a cup of strong tea.

Brussel sprouts are so neat and compact.
And every potato is round, neat and eyeless,

- just right to bake with half a dozen of its brothers.
Why is it then, when I get home with my basket

I find little shapeless many eyed potatoes, sprouts
dirty and loose-leaved, cress yellow and limp?

I know every fruit and vegetable can�t be perfect.
But I think some of the window fruit should get

into the shopping basket more often - in fact I know.



From a letter to Woman magazine sent in by Miss I.A.L Shields of County Durham, around the late 1940s. Submitted by Angela Readman.

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Tery Naam Sy Shifaa Ho...

Main Hawa Sy Larr Raha Hun,

Tujhy Kiya Pata Kab Sy...

Yeh Sahar Ki Sazishein Thi,

Yaa Phir Intiqam-E-Shab Tha...

Mujhy Zindagi Ka Sooraj Bhi,

Na Bacha Saka Ghazab Sy...

Tery Naam Sy Shifaa Ho Mujhy,

Koi Zakhm Aisa Ataa Kar Dy...

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Tum To Kehti Ho...

Tum To Kehti Ho, 

Tumhain Phoolon Sy Muhabbat Hai,

Magr Jab Phool Khilty Hain, 

To Inhain Torr Leti Ho...

Tum Kehti Ho,

Tumhain Barish Sy Muhabbat Hai,

Magr Jab Barish Hoti Hai,

To Barish Sy Chhupti Phirti Ho...

Tum Kehti Ho,

Tumhain Hawaaon Sy Muhabbat Hai,

Magr Jab Hawaaein Chalti Hain,

To Khirkiyaan Band Kar Leti Ho...

Main Us Waqt Darr Sa Jata Hun, 

Jab Tum Kehti Ho,

Mujhy Tum Sy Muhhabbat Hai...!!!

Yeh Tum Acha Nahi Krty...

Akely Chorr Jaty Ho, Yeh Tum Acha Nahi Krty,

Humara Dil Jalaty Ho, Yeh Tum Acha Nahi Krty...

Kaha Bhi Tha, Yaari Hai, Yaari Hi Rakho Is Ko,

Tamasha Jo Banaty Ho, Yeh Tum Acha Nahi Krty...

Uthaty Ho Sar-E-Mehfil Falak Tak Humein, Lekin,

Uthaa Kr Jo Giraaty Ho, Yeh Tum Acha Nahi Krty...

Koi Jo Puch Ly, Kiya Rishta Hai Ab Hum Sy,

To Nazrein Jhukaty Ho, Yeh Tum Acha Nahi Krty...

Bikhar Jayen Andheron Main, Sahara Tum Hi Dety Ho,

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Aaj Main Jab Younhi Achaanak,

Bin Chahy, Be-Khabar,

Chalty Chalty Usi Gali Main Geya,

Keh Jahan Pehli Baar,

Main Ny Tumhain Dekha Tha,

Aor Us Gali Main Pehli Baar,

Tum Ny Iqraar-E-Wafa Kiya Tha,

To Mera Dil Ajeeb Be-Qaraari Main Dharka,

Youn Laga Jesa Keh Tum,

Achaanak Hi Kisi Goshy Sy,

Sab Ranjishein Bhula Kr,

Mera Haath Thaam Logi...!!!

SunoOoOooo... 

Mujhy Kehna Nahi Aata,

Keh Tum Bin Jeena Mushkil Hai...

Jo Dard Tum Dena Chahty Ho,

Mujhy Sehna Nahi Aata...

Tum To Reh Lo Gy,

Kisi Aor K Saath Bhi...

Par Main Kiya Karoon,

Mujhy Kisi Aor K Saath Rehna Nahi Aata...

Tum To Waqif Ho Na,

Mery Andaz-E-Guftgu Sy...

Mujhy To Kisi Aor Ky Saath,

Baat Karny Ka Saliqa Nahi Hai...

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Mujhy Tumhary Bin Jeena Nahi Aata...!!!

Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha...

Woh Kuch Sunta To Main Kehta, Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha,

Woh Pal Bhar Ko Jo Rukk Jata, Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha...

Ghalat Fehmi Ny Baaton Ko Barhaa Daala Youn Hi Warna,

Kaha Kuch Tha, Woh Kuch Samjha, Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha...

Kamaai Zindagi Bhar Ki Ussi Ky Naam Kar Di Mainy,

Mujhy Kuch Aur Karna Tha, Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha...

Kahan Us Ny Suni, Meri Suni Bhi An-Suni Kar Di,

Usy Maloom Tha Itna, Keh Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha...

Mery Dil Main Jo Darr Aaya, Koi Mujh Main Bhi Der Aaya,

Wahin Aik Rabta Toota, Mujhy Kuch Aor Kehna Tha...

Rawaan Tha Piyar Nas Nas Main, Bohat Qurbat Thi Aaps Main,

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Dard Be-Intihaa Hai, Yeh Aaj Mainy Jaana...

Main Jo Rehta Hun Din Bhar Hajoom Main,

Kitna Tanhaa Hun, Yeh Aaj Mainy Jaana...

Satata Hai Yeh Raat Bhar Ka Akela Pan,

Phr Bhi Main Zinda Hun, Yeh Aaj Mainy Jaana...

Raat Ki Tareeki Main Chaand Ko Takta Hun, 

Aor Chaand Ko Dekh Kar Yeh Sochta Hun Main...

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Na Kuch Raha Paas Apny,

To Sambhaal Rakhi Hai Faqt Tanhaai..

Yeh Woh Saltanat Hai,

Jahan Ky,

Baadshah Bhi Main Hun...

Faqeer Bhi Main Hun...

Aor Har Faisly Ka...

Wazeer Bhi Main Hun...!!!

Dard-E-Judaai...

Yeh Chaand Sooraj 

Ubhar Kar Doob Jaaty Hain,

Magr...

Yeh Kambakht 

Dard-E-Judaai Tera...

Ubhar Kar Phir

Boobta Hi Nahi Hai...!!!

Desperate, a man sat down,

I didn't know him,
    I knew desperation,

so I went close to him
    and reached out my hand -

holding it, he stood up,
    he didn't know me, he knew

my reaching out the hand,
    from there, we walked together,

neither of us knew the other -
    both knew walking together.


tr. from Vinod Kumar Shukla's 'Hatasha se ek vyakti baith gaya'

Vinod Kumar Shukla

 

Excerpt from 'Glaciers' by Sarah Jane Barnett

She notes down the time, opens the aquifer sample

taken from a farm west of Hastings, a saturated and fertile zone

of nested multilevel wells. She pours



it into the debubbler. The team used a direct push

drill, the cleanest way to sample intensive farming regions.

The water shines as it shunts through the tubes.



She builds a model on her computer, maps

the geology of the

Violets and motorcycles

I started thinking about smell,
the strange olfactory world,

and made a collection
of evocative aromas.

Rubber, naphtha, motorcycle dope,
cuir de russe, gasoline, ammonia.

Juniper wood, styrax, patchouli,
frangipani, amber, myrrh, geraniol.

Opoponx, heliotrope, nardo
spikenard oil, civet, coumarin.

Where does karanal stand
in relation to tuberose?

Or sandalwood to sage?
Don't ask me.



From Scents and Sensibility by Brian Eno, Details magazine, July 1992. Submitted by Dale Wisely.

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Karri Dhoop Main, Jalty Paaon Ki Tarah,

Tu Kisi Aor K Aangan Main Hai, Chhaon Ki Tarah,

Tu To Waqif Hai, Mery Piyar Ki Sachai Sy,

Phir Q Khamosh Hai, Pathar K Khudaon Ki Tarah,

Main To Khushbu Ki Tarah Sath Raha Hun Tery,

Tu Bhatakta Raha Bechain Hawaon Ki Tarah,

Tum To Masoom Rahy, Apni Adaaon Ki Tarah,

Gham To Yeh Hai, Humein Koi Khushi Raas Nahi Aai,

Zindagi Ko Hum Kaat Rahy Hain,

Qaid Main Milti Hui Sazaaon Ki Tarah...!!!

Tera Naam..

Main Jab Bhi 

Qalam Uthata Hun, 

Na Jaany Kab, Aor Kesy,

Koi Bhi Harf

Likhny Sy Pehly Hi,

Tera Naam Likh Deta Hun...!!!

Tumhara Har Ilzam Jayiz,

Tumara Har Gila Jayiz,

Tumhara Ruthna Jayiz,

Kuch Na Kehna Jayiz,

Tumhary Liye Yeh Sab Jayiz...

Phir Kiyon�??

Na Humara Ghum Jayiz,

Na Humara Baat Krna Jayiz,

Na Humara Ruthna Jayiz,

Na Hi Humari Khamoshi Jayiz,

Tum Bhi To Humary Dil Sy Puch Kr Dekho,

Kiya Humara Tum Sy Koi Rishta Nahi...??

"Miniscule minority" "Miniscule minority"

- the judges kept on barking,

clearly they've never been

on a Sunday evening to the

park above the Palika parking.

A nice place to visit

Mommy, the universe
is such a big scary place,
says the little girl with red hair.
Oh, yes, it is such a big scary place,
says the red-headed mother
of the little girl with red hair.
But don't worry, dear,
we're not going there.



Overhead while exiting the Hayden Planetarium, New York City. Submitted by J.R. Solonche.

Not given to imagination

Mummy, I�m not afraid to die.
Why do you talk of dying
and you so young
do you want a lollipop?

No, but I shall be with Peter and June.

Mummy, let me tell you about my dream last night.
Darling, I�ve no time now. Tell me again later.

No, Mummy, you must listen.
I dreamt I went to school
and there was no school there.
Something black had come down all over it.
You mustn�t have chips for supper for a bit.

The next day off to school went her daughter
as happy as ever.
In the communal grave she was buried
with Peter on one side
and June on the other.



Dialogue from an account of 10-year-old Eryl Mai's premonition of the 1966 Aberfan avalanche disaster, via Futility Closet. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.

You fear

tr. from Gorakh Pandey's '??????? ?? ??'

Their anger is a thousand years old,
their hate is a thousand years old,
I only give
some rhyme to their
scattered words, to their desire,
and you fear that
I'm stoking fire. 

Wild Daisies by Bub Bridger

If you love me
Bring me flowers
Wild daisies
Clutched in your fist
Like a torch
No orchids or roses
Or carnations
No florist's bow
Just daisies
Steal them
Risk your life for them
Up the sharp hills
In the teeth of the wind
If you love me
Bring me daisies
That I will cram
In a bright vase
And marvel at

by Bub Bridger (Ngati Kahungunu), "Up Here on the Hill", Mallinson Rendel, Wellington, 1989

White truth

tr. from Munawwar Rana's 'Safed Sach'

His
fingers
always tell
the truth -- he
trusts them, shows
them off, every once in
a while, as we talk, he kisses
them lightly, one day, not knowing
better, he kept his fingers on my lips,
now they've started lying ever so slightly.


[After Munawwar Rana's return of the Sahitya Akademi award, Oct '15]

A Language of Forgetting

tr. from Rajesh Joshi's '????? ?? ????'

A river brushed against me
in the language of water,

and suddenly, in the language
of flight, the birds
moved below the clouds,

on trees written in a hieroglyphic script,
leaves stirred together, and in their movement
was the language of rustling -

it felt as if you are somewhere close,
drawing near in the language of the body

and whispering a language of forgetting
to those you could not.

Yawn by Sarah Rice

Funny how a yawn travels through a room

a pied piper gathering all the rats

In that instant we all draw from the
same source
a great swallowed gasp shoved into our lungs



like socks stuffed in a bag
and the
long outward sigh



That we try to hide it up our
sleeves
makes us culprits in common


like playing truant

with a friend



It�s mostly like this
our bodies
that bind us together

I want to believe

tr. from Ashok Vajpeyi's '??????? ???? ????? ???'

I want to believe that
after my defeat in love
when I mourn in the utter loneliness of a poem,
then, somewhere at least a leaf will tremble for me,
that somewhere a bird will resent that her world is, despite everything, so green,
that, for a moment, a planet will slow down somewhere in the universe
and in some invisible vein of the earth, the lava will cool a little,
that the ancestors spread over centuries will try an' give solace to each other,
and the tears of gods will fall in untimely rain;
that I will cry
and through the whole universe
will run a cry of sorrow,
I want to believe that in my defeat, and in my grief,
the world will not leave me alone.

Grief surrounds me as if
now that is the only body I have to live in and die in
as if that is the real colour of living
which has become visible to me only just now.

I want to believe that
when I'll try and find my way through
pain's long corridors
then, the light at the end of that tunnel will be of grief,
that the window from which a hand will show me the way, will be grief's window,
and the house, whose porch I'll rest in, to gather strength to keep on going,
will be the house where grief lives.

I want to believe that
just like the other name of laughter is often kids or flowers,
just like the other name of hope is poetry,
like that, the other name of love will be grief.

He doesn't say - Ashok Vajpeyi

tr. from Ashok Vajpeyi's '?? ???? ????'

He says
he has only a little heart,
like sunrays say
they have a little light
fire says
it has a little warmth --

sunrays don't say they have the universe
fire doesn't say it has those flames
he doesn't say he has his body.

[after Ashok Vajpeyi's return of the Sahitya Akademi Award, Oct '15]

???? ????? ?? ?????? ?? ???? ????? ???? ?? - Maya Angelou

tr. from Maya Angelou's 'I know why the caged bird sings'

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Jo Muskuraty Hain....

Unhain Bhi Rog Hoty Hain...

Bohat Majboor Hoty Hain...

Raatein Jaagti Hain Unki...

Duaaon Main Guzarti Hain...

Nigahein Bheegi Hain, Aor...

Palkein Bhi Larazti Hain...

Na Maazi Bhoolta Unko...

Na Koi Aas Hoti Hai...

Faqt Ik Piyaas Hoti Hai...

Gulshan Ki Baharon Py Sar-E-Shaam Likha Hai,

Phir Us Ny Kitabon Py Mera Naam Likha Hai...

Yeh Dard Musalsal Meri Duniya Main Rahy Ga,

Kuch Soch K Usny Mera Anjaam Likha Hai...

Jis Ny Meri Janib Kabhi Murr Kr Nahi Dekha,

Us Shakhs K Haathon Py Mera Naam Likha Hai...

Main Kesy Jiyon Us Sy Bichhar Kar Ghalib,

Meri Har Saans Py Uska Hi To Naam Likha Hai...!!!

Before by Janette Pieloor

.......................� J Pieloor
.......................Published by Walleah Press

.......................Reproduced
on The Tuesday Poem with permission




.......................Editor: P. S. Cottier

.
Janette Pieloor had her first collection, Ripples Under the Skin, published earlier this year by Walleah Press, who are producing attractive and compelling books. The cover,

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