LAST MEETING

( LAST MEETING OF THEO WITH WOUNDED AND HOSPTALIZED  VAN GOG, AFTER SHOOTING HIMSELF )

As if an unknown power 

All of sudden 

Took hold of my hands.


Momentarily 

Due to that 

It has been possible to see you

Theo!

If Van Gog is known in future

For his paintings


I will feel pain

How long, people will

Get fascinated by

Falsehood of gold fraises?

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When, I had pointed revolver 

On me

I knew 

It was not only me dying

But after all

How long could I move

Unexhausted 

Carrying this burden?

Your eyes were imposing questions

What could be reply to these

By anyone?

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I had read 

Somewhere in a book 

Reference of fraternal affection

May be 

It is a myth 

Or a fantasy.


And above that--they were divine figures too.


But you are ordinary person

You grew on breast- feed

That was consumed by me

Prior to you.

But, now I am witness, Theo!

To narratives that were skipped by

Pages of 'Satyug'.


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On the infinite canvas of time

As soon as a line is drawn

It starts getting erased.

If life is measured by longevity

Then, where is the end?

Where is the satiety?


When, viewing past life

Everything seems like a dream

Small boy is going to school 

Holding my finger

At times, carrying him 

On my shoulders 

I am panting

And on being pinched

One who is crying

Beyond time, is my father now.


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Passing through maze of canals

Treading on green pathways

Trees laden with flowers, on both sides

And creepers

Zenith of winds

Energized by their fragrance.


Still persist in my breaths.


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Coziness of bed of mother

Built against wall of room

An atmosphere of serenity

Prevailed at night

Body absorbed in slumber

Dreams confined in eyes

Untraced soft sounds in dreams


Now, so loving, so soothing!

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During  rains

In muddy pits

The shiver of waves on feet


Till late 

In rows of trees/ after rain stops

Not letting miss 

Sensation of drops

Dripping from leaves


Now, restless cries of  cloudless sky!


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Farmer ploughing fields

Girls gleaning grains

Across wooden planks for sheltering cranes 

From nests in trees

Chirping of chicks for birdseed

And care-taking of birds


Instill in me, motivating chant of life

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Nothing comes back again....


Rains in childhood

Clay houses

Under wide spread sky

To keep awake with stars

Stories narrated by grandmother

Neither those eyes

Nor those dreams


Now, on cot of body, fagged days of  life 


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On that fateful day

For the first time

Love had bent a little

Kissing whom,

Wind had started swaying

And I longed to touch

That was beyond touch.


That burning sensation in fingers still persists.


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So what 

Seeing it in own hands

Smashed?

Love is root of life

Could not get deep rooted in earth

Why to mourn on it life?

All this a deep secret 

And love

A secret within a secret.


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Yeah, I had written to you

I will love her so persistently 

That she will have to come back to me.


Waiting beyond time

Detached from time

I am exhausting, not my waiting

Hence this notion is also dying

That she will not meet any day


Oh! That day is so long, so distant--------


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Love becomes so soothing

When love is responded

But how could she realize

This mental agony?

During suffocation

Breath is soothing

But, if you are not able to heave sigh

The, it is so strangulating.


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In initial phase of life

I enjoyed 

Twittering of birds in courtyard 


In front of school

Gave ice-cream to unfamiliar children

Then

Caressed puppies till long

At the turn of alley

Helped a ripe aged woman

In crossing the watercourse

Before she could think of requesting

Placed my full purse 

On the hands of beggar

That day

God knows why.


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Myself all alone

Could not face 

That ebullience


And nobody was there 

To listen about my first love


Wandering near Thames 

Initially 

I learnt to converse with

Trees, blossoms, butterflies

Colour and water.


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Waves again

Merged into waves

Then water....

On washed shores

Were left behind only

Some sea-shells

Conches

Pebbles smeared in sand

Some glittering pieces of stones

Erasing traces of foot -prints.


(BOERNEJ  -- A SLUM  OF COAL-MINERS)

A lonely slum

Surrounded by black mountains

Everything seemed to be blemished

Females

Males

Children 

Even wings of flying birds 
 
Are smeared with smoke

Death is hovering all-around


First lesson of life.


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For hundreds, thousand yards

In the womb of earth

Beneath

Suffocation

Perspiration

Darkness

Death

Human-beings that have transformed

Into skeletons

Palms of human-beings

Will God ever decipher

That episode of life?


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Starvation

Poverty

Death on every step

Suffocated breath

Every piece of mine

I distribute myself in labourers

Forgetting preaching of Christianity 


I hold canvas and paint brush 


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It is not an issue of personal liking

Colour is reality of scene

That 

Converses with truth

Colours overcloud me assuming form of  letters


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Every expression has

Own colour

Every colour gives birth to an expression


Meaning generates 

From colours

Only if apt as words


Colours are not merely for ornamentation


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Every object

Has an identity

Whatever throbs inside it

I feel 

In my breaths


Nothing seems to me inanimate 

After gaining identity.


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I view 

Scene

Person

Object 

In context of its colours.


Innermost cores of any object

I intend to portray in colours

Like an expression


Without symbolism, colours are vain.


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In lines 

Drawn on paper

A form started emerging

Along with piece of paper

That form started landing in me


Art, merely lines

But how much competent!


For the first time in life

I could enjoy sleep, without any stress.


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Perhaps 

Due to that rejection only

My identity has 

Accepted me.


Whatever had been left

Colourless, plain

I have filled colours in it.


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Daily

A new canvas

Same colours

Same paint-brush

But all so distinct

Same truth

Only that much is changed

Which does not rhyme with others.


So many colours in same colour.


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A restless call 

Internally

Shatters darkness

Distant echo of bells

Unheard

Starts landing in soul


Canvas gets colourful


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The deeper

I land in myself

On canvas

A  part of mine

Escapes restlessly

Eager to seek identity

Scatters


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No bread

No eggs, potatoes or coffee

Empty vessels 

Peeping from corners


In spite of being 

Starved utterly

Sunken eyes 

As if, I had to save 

Some colours

For sake of life


 My existence depended on it.


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Empty stomach

Probed utensils

Even knowing that 

These are empty


In rattling of utensils

I hear a taunt

And I remain speechless

Again, I start painting 

Unexhausted, whole night.


Again, a new dawn, a new hope.


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 Your letter-

A new start of life, every time

Encashing cheque

Firstly,  I eat to my fill

Then, taking long puffs of tobacco

Move ahead

Sprightly


Oh! The life is so comfortable, but so little.


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Inside the room

Outside

Mist all -around


Canvas

Paint-brush

On lamp

Standing still

Like a gloomy vision

Hardly moves out a step

To get out of 

Deserted room 

When an abstract figure 

Restricts movement


Time is again unifying with me on canvas.


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 At night

During dripping rain

I listen to 

Stagnant night

So many reveries 

Unify

In rain 

Internal and external.


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Theo!

Love of Margot 

Can not be deemed as love.

That was mutual helplessness of 

Two persons defeated in love.

Whose kiss 

Enhanced a bit more 

Mist of disappointment.


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How much defeated will be he

Who got

This defeated being only

For maiden love


Who had been

Forlorn in love.


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Though her love 

Might be insignificant


Still, it was through her only

That, I realized 

Bliss of being loved.


Though pretentious love

Still so plausible.


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When she met 

She had intensity of 

Rainy river 

That sways everything with it

But Theo!

It is so strange that

In spite of willingness

Nothing could be wished for.


If that passion does not arise

At any cost, it does not arise.


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Crossing rough pathways 

I stealthily enter the slum

Carrying canvas on shoulders

Colour stained

Torn clothes

I glance at for a moment

Move ahead

With bowed head

Voices coming from backside


Mad---------mad.

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Like wide open horizon 

Sad canvas

The Sun is on verge of setting

Birds returning to their nests 

River about to sleep


Who is there, to accompany me?


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Evening

Utterly exhausted

Amidst thicket

I wash my face in flowing river

Fingers baffle    

On the ear that I had cut


God knows, what starts mingling in water of river ..


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I longed to hear those words 

Once only


In lieu of that

Pointed nails were 

Inserted in my ears

After that

What was left that 

You demanded 

Rachel? 


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In the mirror

Reflects a face

An ugly face

In midst of  ear that had been cut

Hard, prominent  bones of jaw

Oh!

I ,too, had been handsome!

Though , people might call me mad,


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People deem me as

Impulsive

Mad

Then, why

They expect anything 

From me 

What is hidden in my heart

Will be surely revealed

But, only after, I  am no more.


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Hammering in the head

Throughout the night

I wish to hide crouching

Within myself


Coming out in the morning

Ran nonplussed

I wanted to leave behind

My head


In hospital

I placed myself worn out

In hands of Doctor

Like an aborted one


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This is not a disaster

This is another form love.


When I have finished my task

Then, why for sake of myself only

Should I, like a leech,  keep sucking blood of others ?

 

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Nay, Theo!

What you are seeing now

Did not happen abruptly

I was dying daily

By and by

I was diminishing within myself

Still

Death is so distant from me...


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This sheet has been woven

With threads of misery

Depression is the only colour

Left in it. 



 How to cover myself with it

I die, if I wrap myself in it

And, I die, even if I avoid it.


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Like my motherland only

Countless oceans are

Proceeding towards me

To drown me


Wave after wave

Riding on tempest

I have saved very effortfully, till now

My land

Now, what follows next....


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I was moving on a track

On one side was

Well of life

On the other side

Trench of death.

One can still survive

After falling in trench

But, Theo!

Who can survive

After falling in well?


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Death is inevitable after life.

Then, what is alternative of life?

This is our destiny only.


What else is there

That can be opted for

Parallel to life?


Human-being is so helpless!

That, in spite of wish to live

There is no option except death

So, what could I do?


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It is not that 

Somebody intended to kill me

But, it happened like this

I had to die.


Only issue is

That everybody is so self-indulged 

Nobody comes to know

Who is alive 

And 

Who has died.


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Death will do me a favour

That I will never die again

Endowed with  life

But killed in a such a way

At least

The way, I had been killed

Won't be repeated .


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Theo! This is not

Suicide

This is revolt of a suppressed soul

So that in its pretext, self identity becomes possible.


O that!  You could know

Where I am

There is no earth, beneath me

And, there is no sin bigger

Than my being alive.


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I am being pressed 

Under pressure of so many sins

That I have not committed

But,  I am not detached 

So, I myself offer pardon 

To me.


I am well aware 

How sin hisses

Heart turns compassionate


Agony upturns slowly in me.


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The vision is still alive

That can visualize leaf of life 

Colour-deprived


Whatever I wished

Wished whole-heartedly

Putting myself on stake


But, when it could not be attained

In any way

I intended to live on air

Embracing the sky

Theo! Earth was not an issue

But, when sky starts slipping

Under your feet

Then, what to do ?


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Like loving someone

Whom you don't love

This journey become tougher


Body is obstacle

Breath is bondage

Presently, I  am on the point where

Life and death become same


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As many times as 

I fell in love 

I died

And like this

Every time

I had re-birth after death.

But, presently

Only my body is dying 

Not me 

Not my dream

Not my love.


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Can death make us non-extinct

Even after extinction?


Where is body

In dreams?

I  could not be dream of any eye.

So, what is difference between 

Living or dying ?


Only this much

That, I am my own dream now.

After shattering

Won't be able to see again.


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When was I existent 

That, I am turning into non- existent?


That Divine love

Once falling in its grip

Can anybody survive?


Though, I did not get life

Yet, I have been gifted with  something, Theo!

That even after death

I won't die now.


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Death never gets breath

Just as the Sun

Never gets darkness


Only in the darkness within

Death tunes with that only.


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Though it is unfamiliar

But still very familiar


Whenever, I lost it

It landed very deep in my canvas

Its tone deepened 

In embedded colours


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This is not the end

Whatever is worth living 

How can it die

Even after death


And whatever is perishable

How will it be beyond the body?


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Departing from body

All mingle in One

After immersing in colours

I have come to know

Now

Moving in rhythm

From perishable to imperishable.


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Meeting death 

After dying in life

This is not as horrifying as 

The death that I have been meting

In process of life daily.


Was really

Not a single painting of mine

 Worth buying, Theo?


x          x           x              x           x   


If not a single painting of mine

Worth buying

How can I believe, Theo 

That I have created something?


All art-critics on one side 

And myself alone

Am I the only critic 

Of my art?

x          x           x             x                 x 


I  have assumed your shoulders

As my back-bone

With a faith  that

One fateful day

I will be able to repay

I am ashamed of my composition

But, God knows why

This faith is not leaving me

Even after leaving

But, I will not survive till that day.


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I was  probing for something in colours

I  can not treat it as my hobby only

Nor was it a pass-time for me.


Now, I realize that

It is not me

Who created

Colours have created me.


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Outer glow of every object

Sprouts from  inner cores


In outer circumference

The soul wants to manifest

In paintings.



The Sun

That is emitting brilliance

Originally, it is boiling-hot

Apple

As if from seed

Spring of juice will evolve.

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On the limitless 

Canvas of the Universe

I am a perishable colour of a moment.

Whatever will escape from time

Beyond time

That will be mine,

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Missing that moment is

The reason of my being

I am due to this 

And incomplete without this?

Then, why I existed 

To become incomplete?

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Theo! 

Did  I exist 

Only to bother you?

I apologize to you

For my existence


Had it been in my hands

I would have never existed.


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When did I ever say

That I want an existence

Still,  I existed, without wishing


Still,  I remained mum

Accepting death as destiny

I  was ready to die once

But was my life so merciless

That it scribbled so many deaths for me?


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No, my brother

Don't make efforts to  save me

To die once again

Even if,  I am saved 

This time


How will I escape from

That

Which is twitching in my veins

Recollecting obiletrated.



TRANSLATED BY RAJNI CHHABRA 


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