Monday, July 2, 2012

Gift of Love

Breaking free from the prison walls
Of life, I play with those colours that
Create waves under the shimmering sun.

I sing for your glory and dance to your music
As your serene notes fill the moonlit night with
Sparkling stars, welcoming the soft notes of Love…

Come into the joyous strings of thoughts
And be with me for a while, as I rest my
Vision upon yours in this hour, as the night 
Crosses distance and time slowly, in peace.

For I’ve loved you and your dark eyes
That captures every glimpse of my self
And takes me into a new journey of life….
With fresh droplets of sweet honeyed dew
Flowing ceaselessly from the lotus leaves!

The moon slowly walks, counting each movement
That binds the stars and the clouds and the eternal
Night, where dreams spread their soft wings, and
Love takes a ride on a winged chariot covered with
The passion of red and white chrysanthemums!

Come fill me with your power and strength for
Your strings and your notes will lead me to kindness
And then will my heart sing the praises of your generosity
As you gift your music to mine!
                                                                                            Rajdeep Pathak

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Strange things happen and because they have no reason, they are fit to be termed as strange. What people say of things or situations or events, need not necessarily mean that they are in actual life exactly the same as people often describe them - many a times without even being aware of the situation.

People also react umimpressively at times even when they are not a party to any conversation. Their language, their mannerisms and their attitude becomes a subject of curiosity and they are often - more than once - called ridiculous.

There are others who many a times engage in silly talk and useless gossip. They just take pleasure in their wasteful and untimely discussions - which cannot be at all called discussions.

Nothing really serious isn't it?

Take care - strange enough!!!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Journeying into the drunken night


I sing for you the song
That your heart yearns to listen,
I hum for you the tune,
That your soul wants to play!

In this drunken night
As each star play above the roof
Breaking all boundaries of the sky,
Let your voice bring a new life!

Your face that glows in the dark,
Creating circles like the marigold,
Bursting into new journeys – as
Each one to the other…!

Let me take you on this road
Where the moon and the stars and
The wide open sky spreads its
Arms, beckoning us into that song of love!

The queen of night twinkles, tickling
The quilt underneath… releasing the notes
Into new journeys through the soul – breaking free…
Telling tales – one to one – looking beyond…!
Let your soul journey through mine….

The music of the night crosses silently,
Lighting up the hidden lamps of old corridors
Its music creating new notes – one after another
Beads – as each string still hold to the other…

The drunken night still sings as the tune plays
Different strokes at this midnight hour!

Oh! This drunken night,
How do you pass by so quickly?
For, I have loved you so much,
Can I love you any further?

The night’s carnival still sings
As the bosom of life fills each note
With the power of Love!

Life, what do you say?
What notes do you play?
What moves do you make?

Play; play on, as I think of you!
                                                             Rajdeep Pathak
                                                             June 8, 2012

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

DROPLETS

Oh tears! How can you fall so fast
So close to my heart…?
Each drop seems like a vast
Ocean – dried and left barren …!

The vision of the night
Seems to catch a glimpse
Of thousand ships that crossed
Miles and Souls – tearing apart
The last breath of morning dews!

Come closer to my heart –
The pendant has lost its charm,
And wears a dead look; dried,
Fallen off the roots of mango groves…
While the swing – hangs, moves, remains untouched!

For in the waters that sucked
Life and death, rests my soul,
Playing merrily along the tides,
As waves, swirl past my sight!

Narrowed down the widening roads
That crisscrossed each passer by –
The pendant dangles along the way,
Shining and hiding from the worldly eyes!

Smiles of time and laughter of thoughts –
Lost in the crowd and waters alike…
Somewhere in space, sometimes in cries,
Does she find her real ties…!

Can’t you come closer and feel the pulse?
It’s a choice to see the crust of the heart…
The eyes glistening under the clouded sun ….

Oh tears! You’ve become really wild…!

Rajdeep Pathak
March 27, 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Some Passing Thoughts: The Awakening

Some Passing Thoughts: The Awakening: From which door shall I pass –? Each step seems a while – A journey left untouched By clouds and rain drops…! I have crossed many a ...

The Awakening



From which door shall I pass –?
Each step seems a while –
A journey left untouched
By clouds and rain drops…!


I have crossed many a mile
Narrowing roads and turns of life;
Yet it feels like a distant cry
Of shadows and sun alike…!


There’s many in the league of death
Fathomless spirit, and withered leaves –
Bemoaning momentous pride
With simmering and sunken eyes!


Lost in the wild and found in space,
The souls have, but, a journey to race,
The cloak of a clown and life’s mysteries;
Shredding soaked and fuming face…!


Shattered by dreams, woken by surprise,
Songs of the lark, circles in waves,
Twisted and turned, to rhythms wild…!
Fury running into Nature’s heart…

The doors open and close in a closet
With steps moving forward and backward
At the same pace – while I wait
For the one sight to allow me a path,
Crossed by none; as life longs for a new turn!

The cloak of death and the thread of life
Engaged in a tussle over their might;
As I pass through each step with
Night and day; and darkness and sunlight…


…I walk my way through the silent raindrops…!


                                         Rajdeep Pathak
March 17, 2012

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Unforgettable Jagjit Singh - 1941-2011

Ghazal singing was never so easy before Jagjit Singh stepped into the arena of making ghazals so popular and soothing. Keeping an audio cassette of Jagjit Singh’s collection of ghazals was also considered a sign of aristocracy or pride. The void created by Jagjit Singh’s death (1941-2011) can never be replaced.

Jagit Singh’s unique style of presenting ghazals was unmatchable. In a way his renditions were simple and easily touched the chords of people’s imagination as they romanced their way into the hearts of millions. The mellifluous notes flowed into a stream of consciousness that could easily transport listeners into an altogether different world where prose and poetry intermingled to create a harmonious blend of imagery as well as reality of life.

If Tum itna jo muskara rehe ho, kya gham hai jisko chuparehe ho from Arth (1982) portrayed the reality of life, one could also romance with Jhuki Jhuki Si Nazar from the same movie. Yet, Ye tera ghar, ye mera ghar from Sath Sath in the same year 1982 and Pyar Mujh Se Jo Kiya Tumne gave the audiences two different taste of music – one that portrayed ye ghar bohot hasin hai and the other of the melancholy lover.

But Jagjit Singh was not restricted to film music only. He had established himself at a time in the 1970s when the art of ghazal singing was dominated by well-established names like Noor Jehan, Malika Pukhraj, Begum Akhtar, Talat Mahmood and Mehdi Hassan.

Through his unique style of singing and the art of ghazal rendition, Jagjit Singh was able to make his mark and carve out a niche for himself. In 1976, his album The Unforgetables (On HMV LP Records) hit music stores. The audience loved the fresh voice away from the heavily based classical and semi-classical Indian music.

Among the many more private albums, the duo of Jagjit and Chitra Singh (his wife), made their own mark and dominated ghazal singing. Chitra and Jagjit have made immense contributions to 'Ghazal' music and the Indian music industry in general. Some of the successful releases of the duo include Ecstasies, A Sound Affair and Passions.

As grief struck them by the death of their only son Vivek (21) who died in an unfortunate road accident, Chitra Singh sang for the last time with her husband Jagjit Singh in Someone Somewhere – an album which was a tribute to their child, a tour of the soul, ethereal and introspective. Chitra never returned to singing.

But she was always a support to her husband, who had well earned the title of being the “Ghazal King”.

As a playback singer also, Jagjit Singh had sung for many movies including Arth, Saath Saath, and Premgeet (all from 1980s). These scores remain popular even today. In fact, all the songs of film Premgeet were composed by Jagjit. His compositions for the TV serial Mirza Ghalib – on the life of poet Mirza Ghalib – remain extremely popular among ghazal aficionados. The exclusive element of Ghalib's poetry was sensitively and wonderfully brought out in the soulful compositions of Ghalib's ghazals by Jagjit Singh.

In the later years, Jajgit Singh had also proved his critics wrong once again when he started singing bhajans, putting him into the league of bhajan singers such as Anip Jalota, Purushottam Das Jalota, Yesudas and others. His albums such as He Ram… He Ram, Hare Krishna hit the market and became popular.

Some of Jagjit Singh's popular albums, include Hope, In Search, Insight, Mirage, Visions, Kahkashan, Love Is Blind, Chirag also achieved success. Sajda another album, which has ghazals sung by Jagjit and Lata Mangeshkar was another brilliant release and made its mark as a classic Ghazal album.

However, given all these achievements, people cannot get over the fact that it was Jagjit Singh who made Ghazals accessible into the homes of all – with Hoton Se Chu Lo Tum (Prem Geet 1981), Chhitti Na Koi Sandesh (Dushman 1998) and Hosh Walon Ko (Sarfarosh 1999) all gems that will forever be hummed and sung.

Padma Bhushan Jagjit Singh’s death is a loss of an era of Ghazal Singing. Though the maestro is no more, his mellifluous voice will be with us for times to come.

These lines chitti na koi sandesh, jane woh kaunsa desh jaha tum chale gaye… will keep on reminding us of this great legend.

Farewell, Jagjit Singh saab.


Friday, August 26, 2011

Blank Verse…

Wide open into the arena
She leapt like a tigress
Her claws firm into the ground
The sand moved, shook the earth beneath!

Her frightful eyes flickered
As her arms trembled under
The torso of her dry image!

The drop of blood from her lips
Traced in the sand, making signs,
As her exhausted tongue rubbed
Those few thickening spots…

The crowd waited for the dawn to break
After the long chained nights;
Her torso, still moved to and fro
As her eyes glistened in the frightful night!

“Ominous” some cried, while others called it “fury”!
The mothers held their child, and men caught their arms…
As she stood trembling,
Her claws still holding the ground!

She sniffed; she scuttled to pick a loaf of bread,
Chained and hungry, yet her arms never begged!
She lived in the glory, and battled each might,
Her tears no longer flew, as she wears her flight!

To freedom, to laughter, to boundless grace,
Her dry image relishes the final taste.

Living through despair, living through pain,
She savours the sweetness of the Divine Grace…

                                                                          Rajdeep Pathak
                                                                          August 27, 2011

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The beginning

The steps encircle like one big hollow
As each road takes a new turn
Some closer, some at a distance
As we walk past taking another turn.

New faces, new talks, new walks and new destination!

Wait a minute and ponder a moment
The heart seems to ask something…

Are these those untrodden paths,
That only lovers knew?
Or were there no enthusiast aficionados?

The narrow lanes and by-lanes
The sharp shallow edges –
The smell of rich cuisine and
The fair play of the market…

What could have prevented men to travel?
Or was it all men and their folks
Sprawling, encircling, and idolizing
Their pride, their wealth, their freedom, and
Their rich and vast heritage?

Glistening under the sun and rain
They remind us of endurance and pain
Their grit and strength tell great tales
As the stones time and again wink!

I hear the roar of kings;
I hear the galloping of the horses;
I hear the noise of steel blades;
I hear the bugle, once again!

Not in dreams, not away,
These noises of folks and blades
Come alive from the stones that still wink
And the path that takes us on
A journey – an old, yet new destination…

Into another world of time and distance,
Into an ever-widening space
Of knowledge and belief!

Travelled, yet unnoticed and unfulfilled
The journey begins again…


                                                            Rajdeep Pathak
                                                           August 19, 2011
Note: A poem on making an attempt to understand our heritage.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

To You…

Give me the love, give me the smile
Give me the power to stand a while
In rain and in sunshine, let me burn bright
I need You to keep my faith upright!

Strength is a virtue and friend for care;
Give me the chance to lend a hand!
That I could make my day bright
To see them merrily and light!

They with whom You stand strong
Ne’er will they yield before any wrong…
Thy strength and power shines bright
Through the dark hours of morn and night!

And when Your fire kindles the mind
My heart burns with a desire to fight …
May I stand strong with the rope You hold
To cross the bridge with that only Hope!

Where Truth and Lie clings to a chain
Where Death smiles at every pain
Where Mourners join beating their breasts
When Life moans a cold note…

To You my fervent prayer, You whom I adore…
May Your guiding star brighten each face
May Life buzz with shimmering rays,
May each flower send Your sweet fragrance
May each music play Your harmonious notes…


As Death smile to embrace a new Life...!

                                                      Rajdeep Pathak
                                                     August 16, 2011