DESTINY

[vijay nikore]

Friends:

Only four days ago I learnt that Mubarak Begum ji is living the life of a destitute,

financially hard-pressed in her old age, living with a daughter in a one room apartment,

in spite of her glowing success in the prime of her life.

The icons of the film industry that she helped prosper, are not there to help her

at the time of her need.

Her destiny trigerred the following poem in me on the 21st April.

 

Today, only a few days later .. sadly, I heard that Shamshad Begum ji, another good singer,

has breathed her last.   

                                                                                              

                                                                                                  .... Vijay Nikore

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              DESTINY

Doubt reigning doubt,

the white of her eyes now pale

arteries  hardening, telling  age,

as if a statistic waiting

                                  to depart.

The night's dark  getting darker

                                               for her.

Spectre of  spiraling smokey thoughts,

struggling, enigmatic abandoned alleys

echoing her long gone past.

Amongst  the rubble  here and there

still remains the sweet smell of what

used to be her success;

her lips quivering, squeezing

a melody here, a rhyme there,

her own songs now sadly tearful

                                                to her.

Now she knows, being obscure

means darkness competing

                                    with darkness.

Its not  just  about  lifting the shutters

and letting the light in,

for where her mind is, there is no light,

                               not for her at least.

Terrified silence, angst  but  no  anger,

a bitter-sweet resignation with

emotions still spiraling up,

in her calcified looks there is

no downpour of tears,

for by now she can say without fear

that success, for her,

                     was a big mocking lie.

                     ---------

                                                  Vijay Nikore

                                                           April 21, 2013

[Saurabh Pandey]

Gone days if not reaping are just scars. They repetitively throw one along the blast of the past, that is sucking, nay, horrifying, especially in the late evening of the life.

Remembering Shamshadji with these soulful words is a great tribute to her. I do find my weeping words in your narration. 

Regards

[vijay nikore]

Dear friend, Saurabh jee:

 

// I do find my weeping words in your narration //

 

Resonating with your words, many a time after I write a poem, as I read it,  

the emotions of my own poem sink in and make me sad ... as if I am reading

someone else's poem for the first time.

 

I heard the plight of the singer, and my emotions started flowing into this poem.

 

So kind of you to share your thoughts.

 

Regards,

Vijay Nikore

[PRADEEP KUMAR SINGH KUSHWAHA]

for by now she can say without fear

that success, for her,

                     was a big mocking lie.

nice one 

regards ,sir ji 

[vijay nikore]

Dear Pradeep ji:

My heartfelt thanks to you.

 

 

Regards,

Vijay Nikore

[Vindu Babu]

Respected sir whole poem touched me bt the following pieces of the verse r most touching fr me-
''Doubt reighning doubt
...
Spectre of spiraling SMOKEY thoughts
...
Her own songs,now sadly tearful for her
...
Darkness competing with darkness
....a big mocking lie''
Really sir not only hers success bt our Life is none but a MOCKING LIE.
Sir plz make clear ''A melody HERE ,a is rhyme THERE''
i think-
here-present
there-past
Right?
Regards!