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Nelda’s journey 4 – Mama deported, Nelda in foster care


Nelda’s mama is deported
Back to Venezuela
Nelda is with foster family
They’re caring and kind

At school Nelda learns
Days are full and fun
But nights bring terror
“Mama”, she sobs

Nights pour into days
Sleepless and scared
Nelda doesn’t care
I’m ok, she says

Nelda isn’t crying
Her tears have dried up
She’s ward in a system
And she’s quietly slipping

Meanwhile…….

Image result for woman deported by us border patrolNelda’s mama is back
She has spent it all
Just to stay alive
And to make the trek

How to pick up pieces
When piece of your heart
Is across impenetrable border
Mi Vida, my life, in air, she says

And then HHS declares
Nelda is to be united
But tragedy has struck
Just before Nelda flies

Uncle gets hold of mama
Remember Nelda’s uncle? (see part 1 of her journey)
Mama is gang raped and killed
What is to become of Nelda?

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If you have any difficulty imagining how incredibly dangerous the situation is in Latin America and how perilous the journey it is that people undertake so that they may live or what may happen to kids separated from their parents, then this Nelda’s story though fiction is what I have compiled from reading many actual stories and other reports.
Here are links to
Nelda’s journey 1: Live, I may – http://bit.ly/2ymlWQt
Nelda’s journey 2: I want to die – http://bit.ly/2M1Czmi
Nelda’s journey 3: Conversation with Nelda & her mama – http://bit.ly/2KarjH1

 

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Nelda’s Journey 3: Conversation with Nelda and her mama


Q: But Nelda, your mama brought you to abuse our system
A: But my mama was trying to save my life

Related imageQ: Mama, more of you are bringing your kids here, so you can come in.
A: More of us are trying to save our kids when there is more violence or drug economy depleting our jobs and livelihood.

Q: We need zero tolerance to deter you from coming
A: When faced with a choice of running on the path or staying to die, people will always choose to walk on the path wherever it leads. To try to survive is a human instinct and has little to do with policies.

Q: You are coming in illegally.
A: No we are not. We came at the border and turned ourselves in and requested asylum.

Q: Why didn’t you go to port of entry.
A: My mama went 6 times to port of entry and they asked us to come another time. Time was running out on us.

Q: As a mother, I wouldn’t send my kids with coyotes thousands of miles away. Obviously your people don’t care right?
A: As a mother, if your only choice was to send your kid away, you would, any mother would; because a parent will want a child to survive above all else. And these are not my people. People are coming to US border from so many countries in Latin America with similar problems.

Image result for migrant workersQ: But you people come here and take our jobs!
A: I can’t lie to you and say I am not going to work hard so my children have a better life. Anyway I heard that often there is worker shortage here and there are backbreaking jobs that few people want to do.

Q: We can’t keep taking you in. We have to build a wall and keep you out.
A: That is up to you and your conscience. But when experiencing violence and certainty of death, rape, kidnappings, people will walk on the path that is ahead; to where-ever it leads. When your house is on fire, you jump to the net below and you don’t ask will those people rob me, kidnap my child.

Now, can I ask you some questions.

Q: So you want to keep us out but didn’t you come to the US as an immigrant in 1984?
A: Yes, I did — legally.

Image result for legal migrationQ: So why did you leave your country? Did you dream of a better life?
A: Yes, I went to school, got education and then I wanted more opportunities. My family wasn’t rich, I’ve worked hard to be where I am.

Q: And now you’re taking away jobs from others?
A: Yes, but I came here legally, so it’s a fair fight. I came on merit.

Q: So you already had a leg up with good education but you came to the land of opportunity because you wanted a better life? Our biggest fault was to be born in a wrong place.
A: ummm perhaps….

Q: Well….. Those of us coming from violence torn areas of Latin America don’t have a leg up with better education and we are not coming just for a better life. WE WANT A LIFE, before it is snatched away from us, we want to live. You don’t believe that if given a chance, we too may shine on our own merit?
A: We can’t give you a chance on that chance.

Q: I understand. But you are a keeper of world’s righteousness, human rights and all I am asking is please give us a chance to stay alive today and be together.
A: I am sorry mam, we have to enforce the laws.

Image result for refugee moms deported and kids left in USQ: Enforce the laws but please don’t enforce your ad hoc policy of using us as collateral.
A: Sorry mam.

Q: Please can you at least think about it?
A: We are just going to enforce the law.  We’re going to detain 9 year old Nelda and mom is being deported right away.

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Here is link to part 1 of nine year old Nelda’s journey – http://bit.ly/2ymlWQt
Here is link to part 2 of Neld’s journey – http://bit.ly/2M1Czmi

PS: It is understandable that no country can have completely open borders. Every country has first responsibility towards its own population. It is also common sense that increasingly we live in a global world and it is increasingly challenging to have impenetrable borders with walls. We need to enhance border security with effective, low cost but high tech 21st century tools. Appropriate strategy to enhance border security must also include 21st century tools with sensors, embedded technology and more so that in addition to enhancing border security, we’re prepared to manage the exodus in a humane way. Appropriate strategy must also include extremely sophisticated negotiations with use of carrots and sticks with neighboring countries to curb violence and drug cartels with enhanced use of high tech for inter country co-operation. To remove all compassion, resort to outdated and costly means of building walls, snatching kids away, adopting ruthlessness devoid of any humanity and not truly address the root causes of the problems are truly abominable and absolutely ineffective practices. These traumatized children can have lasting impact and society will be left to pick up the pieces from intense trauma created by ineffective practices.

Latin America has huge pockets of crime where gangs rule and they target women, children, security personnel, LGBTQ and other members more susceptible and weak. Police are often susceptible or suspect and people have little trust in law enforcement. Organized crime and related economies drive the surge and abatement in violence and form the root causes and concurrent abatement and surge of refugees at our borders and must be addressed.  People do not put children in the hands of smugglers just for fun or because our policies admit them. The path to US border is extremely perilous. The ONLY REASON people send their children and/ or bring them here is because they are literally trying to save themselves and their children from turning up dead or worse. IT WOULD ALSO BE IN OUR BEST INTEREST TO ADHERE TO HUMAN RIGHTS AND TO LECTURE THESE COUNTRIES (AND USE REWARDS & PENALTIES) TO DO THE SAME. Granted, these are far more long term solutions, but we are not even considering them while we are brutally separating families.

Please please please listen to the voices of the children in this recording
https://www.propublica.org/article/children-separated-from-parents-border-patrol-cbp-trump-immigration-policy

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Nelda’s Journey 2: I want to die


I walked and walked and walked
Mama and I just kept walking
In daze. hungry, thirsty, sweaty
An exodus of people we joined

Image result for refugees at US borderHeard of cartels in Mexico, Colombia
Of Panama, El Salvador and Guatemala
About mayhem, rapes, murders and killings
In Belize, Honduras, Ecuador, Nicaragua

Neither welcoming nor it beckoned
The path just lay, uncompromising
Across mountains in Guatemala
I held on to mama, I was scared

Stopped at shelters, rode a bus
Rode atop freight train, the beast
Ferry ride in Mexico
I held onto mama’s hand just b’coz…

Some died, disappeared, killed
Blackmailed and some girls raped
Mama and I were going to survive
I was going to live, I was determined

Yes for ferry, mama paid!!!!
She left me with aunt Reda
Mama let them abuse only her
Made a deal and I was spared

Image result for refugees separated from kids at US borderI love mama and I held her tight
And then we arrived at US border
Relieved, I was hungry. Mama said,
We’re safe, mi vida, we’ll be alright

Then it wasn’t alright, it happened
I was holding mama’s hand tight
But they pried it and took me away
For my mama, I shouted, I cried

And I just want to die

 

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3 OF NELDA’S JOURNEY in my next blog post. And here is link to part 1 where her journey began – http://bit.ly/2ymlWQt
PS: It is understandable that no country can have completely open borders. Every country has first responsibility towards its own population. It is also common sense that increasingly we live in a global world and it is increasingly challenging to have impenetrable borders with walls. Appropriate strategy to enhance border security must include 21st century tools with sensors, embedded technology and more. Appropriate strategy must also include extremely sophisticated negotiations with use of carrots and sticks with neighboring countries to curb violence and drug cartels with enhanced use of high tech for inter country co-operation. To remove all compassion, resort to outdated and costly means of building walls, snatching kids away, adopting ruthlessness devoid of any humanity and not truly address the root causes of the problems are truly abominable and absolutely ineffective practices. These traumatized children can have lasting impact and society will be left to pick up the pieces from intense trauma created by ineffective practices.

Latin America has huge pockets of crime where gangs rule and they target women, children, security personnel, LGBTQ and other members more susceptible and weak. Police are often susceptible or suspect and people have little trust in law enforcement. Organized crime and related economies drive the surge and abatement in violence and form the root causes and concurrent abatement and surge of refugees at our borders and must be addressed.  People do not put children in the hands of smugglers just for fun or because our policies admit them. The path to US border is extremely perilous. The ONLY REASON people send their children and/ or bring them here is because they are literally trying to save themselves and their children from turning up dead or worse.

Please please please listen to the voices of the children in this recording
https://www.propublica.org/article/children-separated-from-parents-border-patrol-cbp-trump-immigration-policy

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Nelda’s Journey 1: Live, I may


Image result for Mexican refugee mother and daughterI’m Nelda, I’m nine and I want to die
I follow my mother like a shadow
But at night, clocked in invisibility
Uncle, a gang member, comes and I lie

Sometimes it’s mama, I’m spared
Sometimes he locks her up and it’s me
I hear mama begging and crying
But it’s no point, we’re ensnared

I hate papi. He was a security guard
He got paid but his job wasn’t safe
He protected a government judge
One day gang put a gun to his head

Once uncle came with a friend
That night and all nights after!
Gangs control Venezuela
Mama and I. None of us spared

Image result for caravan of refugees from central americaOne day mama said, let’s walk
Her friend told her about a caravan
In silence we walked to join’em
Nothing to discuss, no talk

I’ll write my own poem some day
Two roads emerged and I took one
I wished to die, instead I walked
And just perhaps…. live, I may

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 OF NELDA’S JOURNEY in my next blog post.
PS: It is understandable that no country can have completely open borders. Every country has first responsibility towards its own population. It is also common sense that increasingly we live in a global world and it is increasingly challenging to have impenetrable borders with walls. Appropriate strategy to enhance border security must include 21st century tools with sensors, embedded technology and more. Appropriate strategy must also include extremely sophisticated negotiations with use of carrots and sticks with neighboring countries to curb violence and drug cartels with enhanced use of high tech for inter country co-operation. To remove all compassion, resort to outdated and costly means of building walls, snatching kids away, adopting ruthlessness devoid of any humanity and not truly address the root causes of the problems are truly abominable and absolutely ineffective practices. These traumatized children can have lasting impact and society will be left to pick up the pieces from intense trauma created by ineffective practices.

Latin America has huge pockets of crime where gangs rule and they target women, children, security personnel, LGBTQ and other members more susceptible and weak. Police are often susceptible or suspect and people have little trust in law enforcement. Organized crime and related economies drive the surge and abatement in violence and form the root causes and concurrent abatement and surge of refugees at our borders and must be addressed.  People do not put children in the hands of smugglers just for fun or because our policies admit them. The path to US border is extremely perilous. The ONLY REASON people send their children and/ or bring them here is because they are literally trying to save themselves and their children from turning up dead or worse.
Please please please listen to the voices of the children in this recording
https://www.propublica.org/article/children-separated-from-parents-border-patrol-cbp-trump-immigration-policy

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Blessings from wrinkles and gray hair


If youth knew what age does
If youth could as age loves

With kindness and mercy
Image may contain: one or more people, people sitting, sky, outdoor and natureThere’d be no controversy

Alas youth’d win the contest
But every wrinkle does attest

To many beautiful blessings
Each gray hair, life’s sweet lessons

 

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Love peeks from behind Sun’s Eclipse – August, 2017


Sun playing a trick
Nature cold, breathless, weary
Of sun’s hide and seek

Related imageOr moon’s bossy
Today blinds mighty sun
Oh so so sassy

My heart yearns
With earth covered in darkness
Love’s return awaits

Can’t hold steady
I stare, may I negotiate with nature
Heavenward, dreamy

And then I sink
Soft grass holds me as comes sliver of light
Just on the brink

Image result for solar eclipse
Have faith, I say
Palpable, I feel love’s presence
This mighty day

 

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દીકરી તો પારકું ધન – ગુજરાતી કહેવતો અને મોટેરાની દીકરીને શિખામણ – Daughter is another’s wealth – poem


On this women’s day, I am reblogging a poem I wrote earlier in Gujarati, this time with English translation below. This poem is actually a compilation of a bunch of sayings (so it may appear disjointed) about a daughter and is a tribute to my mother. My mother was not educated and lived at a time when daughters were considered a huge burden of which parents would be relieved when they marry her off- these below sayings is what she was told. But my mother told me that she prayed to have daughters.  After a long gap after her sons, when she got two daughters, she was thrilled and she resolved to give them all advantages in education – very unlike what these expressions below say about girls. All it will take for the world to change and for women and men to stand together as equal partners is for mothers (like my awesome mama) to vow to make it better for their daughters. Mama, you not only gave me precious life, but gave me dreams and equipped me with resources to make my dreams come true.  English translation is below the Gujarati poem.

 

Image result for Indian village girl with motherમારી માં મને કેતી, ઘર ચલાવતા શીખ
દીકરી તો જાય જ્યાં વિધિના લેખ

હું કહું, શું માં, ઘર કઈ ગાડી છે જેને ચલાવવાની
કઈ દવ છું હા, હું કોઈના ઘર માં નથી જવાની

દીકરી તો પારકું ધન ને અમારે માટે સાપનો ભારો
તારા ઘરે જઈને શોભાવજે તુલસી નો ક્યારો

અરે તું જે ઘરમાં જાય તે જ તારું સાચું ઘર
અમે તારા રખવાળા, પણ આમ તો પર

નીરાત એકવાર થાય કે તને તારા ઘર ભેગી કરીએ
છોકરીને અને ઉકરડાને વધતાં કઈ વાર ન લાગે

ખીચડી હલાવી બગડે ને દીકરી મલાવી બગડે
હૈયું બાળવું તેના કરતા હાથ બાળવા સારા

ઘરનું ઘરેણું થઇ ને રહેજે, પારકા ને પોતાના કરી
પિયરની પાલખી કરતાં સાસરિયાની સૂળી સારી

એટલે તો કહેવાયું છે, દીકરી ને ગાય
ગમ ખાઈને રયે ને દોરે ત્યાં જાય

તું જે ઘરની વહુ બને, તેને દિપાવજે
સાસરે, સાસુજીના ઢાળમાં ઢળજે

કહેવાય છે કે વહુ જ્યાં ઉઠે પ્રભાત પહેલા
તે ઘરમાં અંધારુ ક્યાંથી છવાય ભલા

સુજે પતિના પગ દાબીને, સાસુની સેવા કરીને, છેલ્લે
પણ જાગજે સુરજના જાગ્યા પહેલા, સૌથી પેલ્લે

બરાબર ઉછેરજે, જો તારા કમભાગ્ય હોય અને જન્મે દીકરી
ભાગ્યશાળી હોય ને મોટા ના આશીર્વાદ હોય તો મારી છોડી

Image result for boy made of goldતારા નસીબે લખાણા હશે જો દેવ ના દીધેલ દીકરા
તો લહેરથી ગાજે, મારા છગન-મગન બે સોનાના, ગામનાં છોકરાં ગારાના
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Daughter is another’s wealth 

My mother told me learn to run a home for sure
Daughter must prepare to go where fate guides her

I rebelled, home is not a car that I can run
And I’m not going to to a stranger’s home

For us daughter’s like a pile of snakes, that’s our measure
She can decorate her own garden, for she’s another’s treasure

The home that you marry into is your true residence
We are your guardians but otherwise strangers

When we get you to your own home, we’ll feel relief
Daughter and trash dosen’t take long to grow  beyond belief

Too much love spoils a daughter
Too much attention spoils the broth

To luxuries of parents’ home you should prefer miseries of your own home
Become a piece of jewel & win others over with love at your home

It’s said daughter and cow goes where guided
They eat their hurt and swallow their pride

 

Bring light to the home you wed
Get molded in your MIL’s mold

It’s said where DIL wakes before dawn
Darkness never comes to that home

Tend to your husband and MIL and sleep last
Before the sun’s rays hit, wake first

Bring up your daugher well, if your bad luck delivers you one
But if you are lucky and get a son then my precious one

If fate delivers you sons straight from God
Then sing, other kids are made of dirt, my two from gold

 

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Then they came after us….


Obama was not born in US, they said
They wanted birth certificate and proof
But there was no proof that satisfied
This topic President Obama abandoned
joked, ducked, deflected, ignored and laughed
But there was no trending hashtag
POTUS fought his battle alone
Even as the country’s business he handled

Rosie O’Donnell rudely insulted
Bill Maher was sued
Machado fat shamed
Judge’s ability questioned
Khans arrogantly maligned

We were silent and they got bolder
Not just individuals were picked
Latinos were rapists, muslims to be deported
Central Park 5 were not to be believed
Law and order, stop and frisk to be instituted
Oil to be stolen, Wall to be built
Forget leadership and let countries nuke each other out

In lies, hate was wrapped
In fear, bigotry neatly packaged
He and his surrogates conspired
Party of honest Abe gave them platform
Alt right carried him to term

Flush with cash
Smug with support
His ego bloated beyond bounds
He truly believed he was the chosen one

And that is when it happened
That is when they came after us
Stories of countless women insulted and groped
Victimized, shamed and violated
Left alone to pick up pieces of their lives
This time in a pot of fear, his lies we couldn’t bury
Women were scorned and hell hath no fury
More he victim-shamed us, more we spoke
His lewd banter sounded more like a confession
We weren’t about to reward him with White House mansion

But we had long been silent, we’d given him a long rope
He needed to be contained long long ago
We needed to stand by our black brethren
Support Latinos and Muslims, not just Lutheran
Now we need our brothers, husbands and sons
To support and stand by us

When women became target of hate
Polls tell a sad story
We were forsaken by our men
Disruption, hate and mayhem
Would have a field day
If only men were to vote today
Their campaign of divisiveness
Have literally pitted families against families

For a while, the patriarchs expressed outrage
Then accepted his apology with “grace”
First they were as aghast as us
They tried to distance themselves from him
Thought their outrage might rein in the monster
Then they protected him, negated, dithered
Unendorsed, supported, loved and hated
Until it hurt and they ran out of words

Image result for ugly monster with orange hairNow this monster, his surrogates and alt-right
Are likely to swallow the patriarchs and spit’em out
Minimizers are getting minimized
Diminisheres diminished
Conservative values are up for a toss-up
Everyone and every value is a target
Ryan now, next may be Newt
The party that gave him platform
Surrogates that brought him to term
Can’t rein him in, couldn’t contain
Everything up for grabs in this hell storm
Diminishing circle with Carson, Giuliani, Pence
Will have plenty of time for penance
Throwing out all decent values, they yet stand by their man
Protecting their jobs, to hell with the nation

The monster that tapped on our feelings of vulnerability
On fear, terror and our longing for security
He mocked disability
He and alt-right shaming us with vulgarity
Now we fear the loss of humanity
In our homes, society, community

They came after us
They’re coming after you
Engulfing each one
Soon it’ll be a party of one

One! Who could’ve been silenced
Hushed long ago, his lies exposed
One! Who grew into an avalanche
Creating his support base from fringes of alt-right
‘Cause we let him, with our silence.
Then they came after us!

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Poem – To (#BrusselsAttacks) Terrorists who may perish but never prevail


The poem below is dedicated to the victims and families of #BrusselsAttacks, as peace loving people all over the world stand in unison with Belgium, as people change their profile pictures in Belgium colors, as people in Brussels open their homes for travelers stuck with nowhere to go, and as heart-wrenching photos, messages, prayers, and vigils pour in from Bombay to Belgium, from Peshawar to Paris, there is only one message for terrorists – your victory is short, you will never prevail.   

If wins are counted in numbers left dead
Today you succeed, with your bigotry
If success is measured in pints of blood
As streets run red, revel in your victory

But short-lived are your pleasures of hate
You must kill yourself, so others may die
Follow to its natural conclusion, and mate,
At bleakest dead-end, you may arrive

Yes short-lived are your pleasures of hate
Yourself you kill, so in peaceful slumber, others lie
Death has you marked as prime target
Wretched your life, short your joyful glee, sigh!

You can’t teach, preach, sermonize, you’re through!
You can’t sow more hate. Future won’t wait for you.

Here is link to my poem written for victims of #PeshawarAttack  http://bit.ly/1wfp47D .

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કવિ શ્રી અનીલભાઈ ચાવડા – Gujarati Poet Anil Chavda


wp-1458620311695.jpgમૂળ કારેલા ગામના ને હાલ અમદાવાદ સ્થાયી થયેલ, પ્રખ્યાત કવિ શ્રી અનીલભાઈ ચાવડા ના બે એરિયા, કેલીફોર્નિયા માં તાજેતરમાં બે પ્રસંગો માં માણવા મળ્યા।  તેમણે બે અરિયા વૈષ્ણવ પરિવાર (www.bayvp.org) દ્વારા રચાયેલા પ્રોગ્રામ માં ગઝલો અને કાવ્યો ની રમઝટ બોલાવી અને પ્રજ્ઞાબેન દાદભાવાળા અને જાગૃતિબેન દેસાઈ શાહ દ્વારા યોજિત બેઠક (www.shabdonusarjan.wordpress.com) અને જવનિકા ના કાર્યક્રમમાં કાવ્યો અને ગઝલો ઉપર વિવેચન કરતા સાથે થોડી ગઝલ અને થોડા કાવ્યો સંભળાવ્યા।  આમ તેમનો સુંદર લહાવો લેવા મળ્યો તે બદલ કાર્યક્રમ યોજકોનો આભાર.  અનિલભાઈએ ખુબજ નિખાલસતા અને સહજતા થી કાવ્યો, ગઝલો, અને ગીતો વિષે સમજાવ્યું અને સવાલોના સરળતા થી હૃદયસ્પર્શી જવાબો આપ્યા.  તેમના વિચારોમાં ગહનતા અને વિદ્વતા બને જોવા મળ્યા.

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તને જ કહું છું સાંભળ પીડા! શરમ-બરમ જેવું લાગે છે કૈં?
જીવનની બસમાં ખુશીઓની માટે સ્હેજે જગા જ રાખી નૈ! 

આમ તો ખેડૂત પરિવારમાં જન્મેલા અનિલભાઈ કહે છે કે કવિતાઓ થી તેઓ જોજનો દુર હતા.  પણ પહેલેથીજ તેમને વાંચન નો અતિશય શોખ હતો.  ધીમે ધીમે વાંચન પચાવતા ગયા તેમ પછી લખવા તરફ વળ્યા.  કોઈ કોઈ વાર દોસ્તોના પ્રેમપત્રો પણ લખી નાખતા અને તે પણ કવિતાઓ ઉમેરીને.

શ્વાસ નામની સિમેન્ટ લઇને જીવન ચણવા બેઠા
અમે રાતનું સૂપડૂં લઇ અંધાર ઊપણવા બેઠા
આટલો પણ વિશ્વાસ ન’તો શું મારી ઉપર ?
હાથ મિલાવ્યા બાદ તમે આંગણીઓ ગણવા બેઠા
વાત યુગોથી ગુપ્ત રહી છે, નથી જાણતું કોઇ
અમે કબીરની પહેલાંની આ ચાદર વણવા બેઠા
એ જ ઉદાસી, એ જ ઘાવ, ને એ જ બધીયે ભ્રમણા
એ જ પેન પાટી લઇ ભણી ગયેલું ભણવા બેઠા
મેંય રોજ ખેતરમાં મારાં ‘કશું નથી’ ને વાવ્યું
દાતરડું લઇ નહીં ઊગેલું હું પદ લણવા બેઠા.

તેમને સવાલ પૂછાયો કે નવા જેનેરેશન ને ટેકનોલોજી માં ખુબ રસ હોય છે પણ તેમને સાહિત્ય અને સંગીત તરફ કેમ આકર્ષવા।  અનિલભાઈએ ખુબ ઉમદા જવાબ આપ્યો।  તેમણે કહ્યું, તેની શી જરૂર છે?  આ રસ્તો પણ યોગ્ય છે અને પેલો રસ્તો પણ યોગ્ય છે.  પણ બની શકે ત્યારે વચેનો રસ્તો નીકળે તો વધારે આનંદમય બની રહે.  કોઈએ કવિતામાં ખોવાઈ જવુજ એવો ભાર ક્યારેય રાખવો નહિ.  શ્રોતા સામેથી આવે તો ઠીક છે.  કાવ્ય, ગઝલ, સાહિત્યના મેળામાં બધું પીરસાય છે.  તેમાં કોઈને ચકડોળ નો લહાવો લેવો ગમે ને કોઈને રમકડા થી રમવું ગમે.  તેમજ બહુ ભાર રાખ્યા વગર સાહિત્ય પીરસાય તો જેને જે ફાવે તે માણી શકે.  

તેમની કવિતા માં એટલા પ્રાણ છે કે ક્યાંક તો તમને અડકી જ જશે.
કોઈ અડ્ક્યું તો કમાલ થઈ ગઈ,
ભીતર ધાંધલધમાલ થઈ ગઈ !
કોઈ આંખ જો ભીની થઈ તો,
કોઈ આંગળી રૂમાલ થઈ ગઈ.
પંખીએ બે ટહુકા વેર્યા,
હવા બધીયે ગુલાલ થઈ ગઈ.
ડાળે ડાળે, શુભ સંદેશા
ઋતુઓ જાણે ટપાલ થઈ ગઈ. ુ
ઝાકળની જ્યાં વાત કરી ત્યાં,
સુરજ સાથે બબાલ થઈ ગઈ.

કોઈ પણ સાહિત્યકાર કે કવિ માટે વાંચન ખુબજ અગત્યનું છે.  વાંચનથી સર્જક ની કલ્પના પહોળી બને છે અને રચનાને તે યોગ્ય ન્યાય આપી શકે છે.  તેમજ સંશોધન એટલે કે રીસર્ચ પણ ખુબજ જરૂરી છે.  જેમ જ્ઞાન ઊંડું હોય તેમ રચના નો નિખાર વધુ આવે.  તો શું કોઈપણ જ્ઞાન વાટે કવિ બની શકે છે, કાવ્યો રચી શકે છે?  અનિલભાઈના કહેવા અનુસાર ક્યારેક કોઈ વ્યક્તિ છંદ, લય, માત્રા વગેરેનો ખુબ ઊંડો અભ્યાસ કરે છે અને પૂરી સમજ પ્રાપ્ત કરે, એટલે સુધી કે બીજા કવિઓની રચના ઉપર ખુબ ઊંડું વિવેચન પણ કરી શકે છે પરંતુ લખી નથી શકતા.  અને ક્યારેક સાવ અજ્ઞાન માણસ તેની રચના દ્વારા ખુબ ઊંડી વાત કહી જાય છે.    

wp-1458621068845.jpgપણ મોટે ભાગે જ્યારે જ્ઞાન ઊંડું હોય ત્યારે જુના વિષય ને નવા દ્રષ્ટિકોણ થી જોઈ શકાય છે.  ઈશ્વર ઉપર તો ઘણા લખી ચુક્યા છે, પણ નીચેની તેમની ગઝલની પંક્તિ વાંચો.  કેટલી ગહન વાત કહી છે?

અધીરો છે તને ઈશ્વર બધુયે આપવા માટે
તું ચમચી લઈને ઉભો છે દરિયો માગવા માટે

તો લખવું એ એક કળા છે કે વિજ્ઞાન છે?  ગધ્ય કે પધ્ય ના સર્જન માં કળા નો ફાળો છે તેમજ તેમાં વિજ્ઞાન, ગણિત, મનોશાસ્ત્ર અને સમાજશાસ્ત્ર પણ આવી શકે છે, તેવું અનિલભાઈ નું કહેવું છે.  છંદ એટલે અક્ષરનું ગણિત.  કવિતા એક એવું વિમાન છે કે તેમાં વિવિધ ઘટનાઓ બેસી શકે છે.  માત્ર એકજ વાત કે પહેલા તેમાં લીન થવું પડે અને લીન થયા પછી અલિપ્ત થવું પડે.  

મસ્ત બનીને આજ ફકરા, ચાલો રમીએ મીરાં મીરાં,
અંગ અધીરાં શ્વાસ અધીરા, ચાલો રમીએ મીરાં મીરાં.

કવિતા અને સંગીત બને જોડાયેલા છે?  છે અને નથી પણ.  કવિ શ્રી નિરંજન ભગતે કીધું છે કે “મારી કવિતા કોઈએ ક્યારેય ગાવી નહિ”.  અનિલભાઈ કહે કવીએ સંગીતને તાબે થવાની જરૂર નથી પણ ક્યારેક જોડ મળી પણ જાય.  

છંદ, લય અને માત્રાનું મુખ્યત્વ સમજાવતા અનિલભાઈ કહે કે આ બાબતની ઊંડી સમજણ કાવ્યો રચવા માટે અગત્યની છે.  અછાંદસ કાવ્યો રચનારાને પણ આ નિયમોની પૂરી જાણ જરૂરી છે.  જો લોકો સુધી પહોંચાડવાની અભિલાષા હોય તો ખુબ વાંચવું, કવિઓને સાંભળવા અને ગધ્ય પધ્ય નો ઊંડો અભ્યાસ કરવો જરૂરી છે.   માત્રા, છંદ, લય એ બધું સમજી લઈએ એટલે કવિતા રચી શકો એવું પણ નથી.  જો તમારા લખવાના ભાવ થી તેમાં પ્રાણ ન પૂરી શકો તો કાવ્ય રચી શકાય નહિ.  

અમુક કાવ્યો એટલા દિલ ને સ્પર્શી ગયા.  જેમકે……
દીકરા સાથે રહેવા મા હૃદયમાં હર્ષ રાખે છે.
દીકરો બીમાર મા માટે અલગથી નર્સ રાખે છે.
સ્હેજ અડતાંમાં જ દુઃખો સામટાં થઈ જાય છે ગાયબ,
મા હથેળીમાં સતત જાદૂઈ એવો સ્પર્શ રાખે છે.
આપી દે થોડાં પતિને, આપી દે સંતાનને થોડાં,
મા સ્વયંને જીવવા તો એક પણ ક્યાં વર્ષ રાખે છે.
ઠેસ બાળકને કદી ક્યાંયે ન વાગે એટલા માટે,
મા સદા ચોખ્ખી જ ઘરની ને હૃદયની ફર્શ રાખે છે.
જો પ્રભુ સૌને જનમ આપે છે તો મૃત્યુય આપે છે,
મા તો ઈશ્વરથીય ઊંચો આગવો આદર્શ રાખે છે.
ચોરખિસ્સામાં બધાંયે આંસુઓ સંતાડી રાખે છે,
મા સતત પાંપણની પાછળ એક એવું પર્સ રાખે છે.

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