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September 27, 2005 | 12:04 AM
My Guru
My Guru died
My Guru died,
Not in an ashram
nestled in Himalayas,
nor in the house
of a rich patron
He died on the street
next to the garbage dump
across the street from my house.
On the same spot
where he begged for years,
his leprosy finally eating
into his vital organs
He never spoke
except with his fierce eyes
that challenged me to look at him,
at his decaying face,
not with pity
nor with charity
not even with compassion
But with the knowing
that his rotting body was mine
and mine was his,
and all that separated us
was chance
A chance,
less significant
than a speck of dust
Shekhar
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...the dust that brought us to this circle
where beggar and giver are not two but One
searching beyond this land and the next
only to return to this place
where
both are one and the same.
Cinda
~om shanti shanti shanti hari om~
May his soul continue in peace...
Cinda
Maybe he died
in peace.
One that we'd never know
because
of that gulf
called chance.
I just stumbled accross your blog. You never told me your were a poet, and a good one too!
I came here to be intimidated by sophisticated pieces of writing since the blog comes from you, a person is world reknowned for his work in the film industry.
Instead I found writings and poems which laid no claims to being esoteric, and woven with simple words, which could have been written by anyone who was sensitive enough to see and feel through all his senses.
Just seeing that is reassuring. It makes me realise that great pieces of work does not as a rule imply complexity in thought but probably channeled by the most simple and fundamental ideas. There is hope after all for raw simplicity :-)
a few in this world have a heart to recognize the 'knowing',however,r we all just equipped to leave this knowing to 'chance'or pacify oneself with some future action of life?
thank u for 'knowing' Mr.Kapur and may god give you the strength and oppurtunity to channelise this 'knowing' into wonderful movies/poems/various expressions of your creative urge.
congratulations on creating such a wonderful site.
hi
i am never seen such a promise actor in the entire film city.
i am impressed my yr efforts
'His Disciple'
My Guru's last gaze
awakened me.
Emblazened me.
Am I so brazen
as to search for the answer
that my guru sought
against the onslaught
of his fate?
But my guru was fierce
and never gave up,
just wanted to see -
wanted me to see -
that chance
is a gambler's
mantra.
But Love
is the reconciliation
of his death
and my life.
So I roll the dice
and raise a toast to my guru,
whose fierce gaze
is my silent passion.
Unrelenting
I pursue The Maker of fate
to make a picture of
His work
through my works.
For it is in His eyes
that I may see
the answer that my guru sought:
my own reflection.
Awesome!
Didnt knew that you had this side too!Came to know about your site from a newspaper and I'm glad now I'll b a regular here.Shekhar Sir, can I get your autographed pic?? pls.
This intellectual in you, i hope/wish, paints similar images in films too..it should. You Should.
i wanna just knw if mr. kapur is making buddha or not?!! Im an AD n was EXTREMELY keen on working on that film. You have my email Id. If anything works out pls get in touch wt me.
Yours Sincerely,
Urvashi Shah.
hiiii...shekhar i m big fan of yours..i m very happy to find out this site .i enjoyed every film of urs immensely..plz plz plz make movies faster ..i egarly wait for ur new movie to watch..Also i m a writer and have some very unusual and entertaining stories..plz contact me if are runing out of good stories !
Eager to have all these compiled in a book --- your writings touch the very soul of a person.
Thank you so much for sharing
Traveler
I wish, I could have expressed this. We all experience this, but few like you could only acknowledge and beautifully express this truth.
my dear, your poem inspired me & my family. thanks.


wonder why i've to write "i'm speachless" to express the silence ...
the last verses are so profound.
Mr. Kapur, i hope u compile ur poems and short stories in a book.
God Bless U