Story of a bird and the river
The river could have moved silently,
If the sun had not been harsh.
And the bird would have flown breathlessly,
If the river had been so calm.
But river was angry,
Sun was harsh,
The bird decided to stop by,
As long it can last.
And, people watched the unusual marriage,
Of the bird and the River,
Which was not to last.
Time passed.
Bird stayed longer than expected,
And, the river stagnated,
Sometimes later,
The bird remembered her art,
She marched again towards the sky.
But the river remained,
Stationed, silent!
Stagnated more than the bird might want.
The sun had again turned harsh,
Clouds were no more dark,
But the river had to learn,
It had to revolt against stagnation.
It had to move,
On the route, it knows only best.
And then after a lot many days,
Loads of water came from behind,
As inspiration,
And came the fishes,
The Clouds,
River began its journey anew,
Towards the sea.
It can’t be in the company of birds,
As it doesn’t love the sky,
Which host the sun.
It loves the sand,
It loves the soil,
And it knows how to flow,
Endlessly,
Towards the sea…
Only thing was common,
Both the Bird and River can exist,
Only if both are free…
People again were surprised,
As to why can’t the marriage last?
What would they know,
What is it to be free,
To fly and to flow,
Seeing the glimpses of the world from a distance;
Distance of the sky and the sea,
Flying bird and flowing river,
And a journey that would never last…
My Beautiful Lady
My beautiful lady,
wakes me up in midnight.
She lays on top of me,
And asks for a massage.
A fool I am,
I follow the dictate,
In time she sleeps,
And hungry I lie,
I ruin my hands,
I ruin my soul,
I ruin my life for her,
I don’t know why?
In the morning she wakes up,
She puts on her dress,
She kicks me out,
And goes to market.
She goes to the cafes,
She goes to the parlor,
She finds her friends,
To roam around.
In the evening she returns,
And calls me back,
She kiss on my lips,
And I too respond.
In moments she withdraws,
Says she has some works,
I sit in the corner,
She changes her dress.
In midnight she recalls,
And asks for the same,
A fool I am,
I follow the dictate.
I ruin my hands,
I ruin my soul,
I ruin my life for her,
I don’t know why?…
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नई-नई एक बात हो
नई-नई एक बात हो,
नई-नई हो सुबह,
नया -नया सा शाम हो।
दो कदम मेरे पड़े जहाँ,
एक नयी शुरुआत हो।
गर हो अंधेरा फैला चारो ओर,
मुश्किलों का एक पहार हो,
या सामने बस हार हो,
दो कदम मेरे पड़े जहाँ,
नई-नई एक बात हो।
जिंदगी हर मोड़ पर,
लाती है कई मुश्किलें,
कर सकु मैं उनका सामना,
बस अब यही एक बात हो।
दो कदम मेरे पड़े जहाँ,
एक नयी शुरुआत हो।
देखा है बदलते चेहरे कई,
मुश्किलों में छोरते हैं साथ जो,
उनसे मेरा एक बात हो,
अपने कदमो पे चलूँ मैं,
उनको भी ये एह्शाश हो,
दो कदम मेरे पड़े जहाँ,
एक नयी शुरुआत हो।
Just hold on
Just hold on,
When all about you predict a doom,
When you become a laughing stock,
And all your friends are gone,
Just walk a few miles more,
Embrace the colour of Sun,
Yellow is what you are,
You are nature’s son.
Just hold on,
When all the dreams,
Have become black and white.
When you become a hated loon,
And all your hopes are gone.
Just walk a few miles more,
Embrace the dirty land,
Soil is what you are,
You are nature’s son.
Just hold on,
When all you loved,
Have made you silent in your thoughts,
When you become an easy prey,
Of all who lust for skin and bones.
Just walk a few miles more,
Embrace the silent river,
Water is what you are,
You are nature’s son.
Just hold on,
When all you had,
Are now gone for a toss.
Just hold on,
When mortals come for your blood.
Walk a few miles more,
Embrace the thunder god,
Cloud is what you are,
You are nature’s son.
Just hold on,
And walk a few miles back,
Return the mortals,
All they gave you,
Pain, dejection,
Silence for the years long gone.
Fight again with all your might,
Fear is what you are,
Your are nature’s son.
I walked with the sunshine once
I walked with the sunshine once
Hand in hand on a dense dark hill,
Morning dawned as we enjoyed the thrill.
A beautiful kiss,
And some happy talks,
Hand in hand we enjoyed the bliss.
A soft touch of mine,
Magic you called,
The sun god smiled,
While the cynics growled.
Birds chatted and the leaves did roar,
When a few monkeys enjoyed the show,
As hand in hand we walked a few miles more.
Some untold promises you made,
Some unknown feelings you revealed,
And in your eyes I left all my dreams.
Days passed, the arena changed,
While my time still stands still,
You think yours have moved on to more.
The sun god still smiles at me,
Hand in hand he now walks with me.
He shows me the path, I tell him the way,
Everyday we both move closer,
To the street where you stay.
From the heights of the sky,
I see my dreams still locked in your eyes.
Even as you remain silent,
The magic I gave you,
Now plays in your hands.
The wanderer I am, I gave you this life.
I gave you the shine that was mine.
Though the sun god is lonely just as me,
And why can’t we be without you sunshine?
Times are changing, it has always changed,
And in this life we will meet again.
On that day don’t fail to recognise me,
Just touch my hand and return the magic you owe,
I will go away and my time would again pass slow.
For thousand more years with the sun god,
Till we three be together,
On some other earth, in some other life.
Victor’s Battlefield (reverse)
As my brush paints the heartache,
As my hands try in pain,
As my eyes accept the solemn silence,
As my muse walks ahead,
The lies spread like a virus,
The dark moon eclipses my cosmos,
The worms kill my creations.
As my brainchild die unnecessary death.
As my crusade stops with many a pain,
As my canvas reflects only the black,
As my vermillion reflections protrude,
Everyone else pronounce me sick.
The critiques judge my intentions,
The equals mock me like hell.
I shrill in the darkness,
I snivel in my smothering innocence,
I leave the arena,
The arena I had designed to win,
The arena that reflected my spirit,
The arena set to transcend all being.
As I strain to live a bit more,
As I challenge my bounds,
As I breathe to win again,
I die silently for my muse’s gain.
As I tresspass the limits of hope,
The shrill now becomes the anthem,
The lies now become the truth,
The love now becomes a joke,
And I am crowned the loser,
I cry,
I die,
Unwillingly I leave the arena.
Today I wish I could make everything red
आज तमन्ना है की लाल कर दू,
अपने हाथ से ऐसा कुछ कमाल कर दू,
आसमान दे दू,
आसमान ले लू,
अपने उम्मीद के कुछ पन्ने,
आज किसी के नाम कर दू,
अपने हाथ से कुछ ऐसा कमाल कर दू.
थरथराती सहमी सी कही पर,
रो रही दो आँखों को मै,
आज फिर से अपनी खुशी का,
एक कतरा दान कर दू,
घर से निकलू और मै ये काम कर दू.
जी करता है आज फिर से,
आसमान मै लाल कर कर दू,
खुद को दे दू,
सबको ले लू,
आज जीवन मै दुसरो के नाम कर दू.
(Today I wish I could make everything red,
Today I wish I could do that magic again.
Today I wish I could give up your sky,
Today I wish I could take back my sky.
And a few pages of my hope,
Today I wish could give it to you.
To that shaking, terrified at some place,
To that crying two eyes,
Today I wish a share of my happiness,
Today I wish I could give it to you.
Today I wish I get out of my home,
Today I wish I complete this task,
Today I wish I make the sky red,
Today I wish I give up myself,
Today I wish I take back everything that is mine,
Today I wish I give my life to you)
Battleground Delhi
Weekly photo challenge: Resolved
Braving one of the coldest winters of Delhi in recent memory, two protestors are on a hunger strike for more than 10 days now, under the open sky at Jantar Mantar in New Delhi. Their condition is deteriorating rapidly. They have resolved to secure speedy justice for the 23-year-old girl who was brutally raped and eventually murdered by six men in a moving bus on December 16, 2012.
