बॉब डिलन के 81 वें जन्मदिन पर:

#डार्कआइज
भद्र पुरुष कर रहे हैं संवाद
नदी के संग संग अर्धरात्रि का चंद्रमा
वे चल रहे हैं, पी रहे हैं।
और, ये मेरा खिसकने का समय है
मैं किसी और ही जगत में हूँ
जहाँ स्मृति विषय हैं जीवन और मृत्यु
जहां पृथ्वी समृद्ध है
प्रेमियों के मोतियों से।
और मैं देखता हूं काली आंखें.. !

मूल: बॉब डिलन
भावानुवाद:

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Some days I feel like a saviour,
other days, I'm positively villainous.
But what best defines my behaviour
is, I'm positively 4th street Dylanous.

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There, you, in that hat and guitar,
The mic in ecstasy,
The sprightly flowers in full bloom,
And such legacy.

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She says when I scratch out words
on paper, it sounds like
Bob Dylan's Rolling Stone Cover.

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Eyes in agony, framing
The void–vain layouts.
Curves, don't fail to breathe
Before I go.

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तुम चाहती हो के तुमहारा हो जाऊं
मै जो दरिया हूं वो किनारा हो जाऊं

मुझे ज़ेहन से क्या मै यही चाहता हूं
के तेरे बदन का मै उतारा हो जाऊं

होश-ओ-हवास सोच-ओ-फ़िक्र बेमानी
तेरी वहशत का बस मारा हो जाऊं

नफ़ा नहीं कुछ चाहिए मुझ को है मंज़ूर
के मै तेरे इश्क़ में ख़सारा हो जाऊं







सुना है तुम आसमानों में रहती हो
सो मै चाहता हूं मै सितारा हो जाऊं

फिर इक बार कर लूं मुहब्बत तुझ से
यानी मीठे पानी से खारा हो जाऊं

क्यों फिर से मै याद करूं तुझ को
क्यों फिर से मै बेचारा हो जाऊं

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All moves around me...
But I am on a standstill
Like a mountain full of ice
waiting for the summers to come

Sitting on the back porch
With the sun in my eyes
guessing if it's rising or setting
Before its shine dies;

Trying to find the answers....
As the seashore embraces the waves
Leaving behind the salted marks
N the questions on me..that
"how many years can some people exist..
Before they're allowed to be free?"

The answer is still blowin' in the wind..

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the law has realised the truth. Finally,India has taken another small step to be called a developed country because a country is defined by the liberalism of its citizens.All these days it was as if being a part of the LGBT was a crime in the society for the members.... "members"? as if it was a group...like the Nazis and the Fascists... as if they were a "they" and not an "us".

Finally, the court has realised that these people have walked down enough miles to be called a man.
Congratulations India!

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Nine years, the pit and the rain,
I saw the clown behind the train,
Four people dead by the drain,
Inside those clenched fists, the pain,
And no one even near the stain
Attempting to erase it.

Sordid, the hands of the poor,
Derelict, the ferryman's whore,
Penalty by the gardener's door,
Empty, the dishwasher's score,
Not a preacher to scrub the floor,
And millions to praise it.

Inside the cage, pigeons dying,
Outside the cage, gunshots flying,
All over the world, singers sighing,
All over the hell, angels crying,
Behind the veil, politicians trying
To somehow haze it.

Oh, don't fear, if you feel
A bullet flying past your ear,
I'm only trying to graze it.

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Ever since the day
The day you went away
I felt that emptiness so wide
I don't know what's wrong or right
I just know I need strength to fight
Strength to fight that world outside!

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