YOU, ME AND WE.

You
How could your, " I can't live without you",
Be transferred in to, "Who are you ?"
I was stranded, stunned and confused,
Disbelieving my ears I paused and hushed.
Your "My king", "My Love", "My life" and "My Heaven"
Echoed repeatedly in my ear and drove me insane.
And all the sweet adjectives you used in past for me,
Fainted and vanished for a while, when I heard thee,
Words from one's tongue and bullets from a gun
Neither can get back to their origin nor can be forgotten..
Me
As per my definition of love, its blind,
A feeling for you spontaneous from my heart not from mind.
Terms and conditions are irrational,
And irrelevant in love when its pure and factual.
No pause and ponder about the out come,
No calculations or consideration of pros and cons.
Once it take off, no landing hence no retake,
No room for misunderstanding or mistake.
Hardship or pleasure  should be shared between us,
You taking care of my emotions and I yours.
You
You got back and begged pardon the next morning for that fault,
Humbly, honestly, and repentantly while crying a lot.
Me
You are my sweetheart though a bit capricious and coquettish, 
And my love for you overpowered my anger and anguish.
Hence I forgave you assuming it to be involuntary,
And erased your wrong words of my memory.
We
Even though our definition of love differ,
We are and will always remain together.
It should not be I-Mine or You-Your,
It should only be We, Us and Our.
As we are two physical entity but one mental unit,
A single soul in two bodies, you should remember it..

रिश्ता

लोग अक्सर मतलब से रिश्ता  रखते हें, 

मगर मैं  रिश्ते से मतलब रखता हूँ। 

People maintain relations with intentions,
But I prefer relations over intentions.

GOD WILL BACK US

I can not recall who He was,
I forgot to ask Him, His name,
He may be God, Jesus, Allah, Krishna,
Buddha, Mahabir or He can be anyone else
My eyes were closed, when He sent me to this earth,
Hence I did not see how He looked like,
People call Him in different  names,
So I call Him in one of them.

But I can recall Him comforting me,
From crying for being deserted from Him,
Or on the fear of getting in to the sufferings of life,
He consoled me with soft, sweet but clear words,
"My son, go and carry out your job,
Of spreading love unbiased among all of them,
Remember me when you are happy or in pain,
I will always be with you as you are from me."

"Can I see you father every evening, every morning ?
Will you guide me in carrying out my daily deals ?
Will you show me the difference between the right and the wrong ?
Will you keep me in virtue, away from vice ?"
"No, not that way but I will follow you like your shadow,
To take your own judgement I am making you wise,
To choose between the right and the wrong I give you conscience,
It will be up to you to remain my boy or go otherwise."

"Then I will be alone father, on that vast earth,
Crying blood each day fighting alone with vice."
"You not feel lonely my son, I have some arrangements for you,
There will be some people loving and living with you,
They will be yours but not yours as well,
Many people on the earth will not be connected to you,
They will not be yours but treat them as yours as well,
Think and do good indiscriminately for them all."

"Do not be a cause to harm anyone on earth,
Back him who seek your help if you can,
As per your capacity ,support people in strain,
If you live with a great heart you will be counted as a man,
Till you be with the truth, honesty and love,
Peace,non-violence and universal brotherhood,
Tolerance, patience and serve the mankind,
You will feel my presence behind you, all through out your life."

"But if you go otherwise on to greediness,
Selfishness, vanity and discrimination,
Misuse your power, position and might,
To oppress the weaker with money and muscle,
Heartlessly deal with people and situations,
I afraid you will go away from me,
Will dwell in sorrow, suffering and misery,
None but you will be responsible for that"
                                      

A RELIGION

My religion, the one showed to me by my parents,
And the one  that I saw  in my periphery,
When each knowledge was shared to me,
When the whole world was introduced to me,
When the blank hard disk of my brain was fed ,
With the files of informations and guidelines,
When the way suitable for my life was taught,
I learned to follow a belief that called my religion.

I forgot to ask Him, His name ,
God, Allah, Buddha,  Krishna or anything else,
He too forgot to tell me His name,
I forgot how He looked  like,
When He sent me to this earth,
Hence I regard all the beliefs, religions as equals,
And never get in to silly duals like some of them,
"Mine one is better, mine one is greater."

I know my span of life is too small, 
And I am ignorant and unwise enough,
To reach to any conclusion myself,
To assess His greatness and vastness,
Then who am I to say what is right and what is wrong ?
And argue over it or try to impose my judgement ?
May be they who fight for it do not know Him well,
Or may be they do not really believe Him at all.    

LOVE ALL

The earth is my home,the sky is my roof ,
All of them my fellow human beings,
Irrespective of colour, religion and nationality,
Despite being different in their food habits, costume ,life style,
Are my brothers and sisters, so I love them all.

The colours of  skin, food habits, costumes, life style ?
Depend up on the geography and nativity of the man,
Hence it is unwise to get  into any duals for these difference,
And unsettle  peace and destabilize process of life of others
And is undoubtedly an insult to God who created us all.

Nationality, its artificial lines we drew,
For the convenience of the society,
And as per certain geographical compulsions,
But the vibration of our heart, reaction of our emotions,
Are equal and not different by any means at all. 

Religion, I got to know of my parents,
And too from the society I live in,
They said this is the shape of God, I believed,
These are the ways to worship and trust, I did that,
They suggested a way and I followed them.

I forgot to ask Him who He is,  did you ask ?
He forgot to tell me His name, did He tell you ?
If one says yes, then is he/she not lying ?
All of you got it from home, just like me,
And too from the holy books we trust and care to read.

Unconfined to any I go through them all,
The holy books of knowledge that were available,
They teach us one and the same thing to all,
Love for our brethren, care of His creation,
Living as per conscience, respecting other's emotions. 

Life is too short to love and live in peace,
Do not understand when some find time to be in fight,
Neither God nor holy books advocate violence,
Its ignorance of  and distrust  on Him that opens this way,
A door to hell, away from God, away from  heaven.

THE RUN

Life is not just a catwalk for me,
Neither about slicing butter with a sharp knife,
Nor is a bed of roses for comfort,
Rather it is a series of hurdles and obstacles, 
And it is about  sweating and bleeding,
Shouldering huge stones of responsibilities,
Struggling to come out successful to the expectations,
Of those who depend,rely, trust on me.

I am running and crossing milestones after milestones,
Ceaselessly thinking that the coming one is the last one,
After which I will have the privilege to take rest,
Relax, enjoy my days and eat the fruit of my sweat,
But stunningly I see there is one more ahead,
Willingly or against my mind, my old-ageing body,
I required to cross past that too. 

I feel exhausted a bit running on the same track,
Tired and shaken in to some extent chasing the goals,
The body not cooperating and responding to mind as earlier,
But I will never pause or stop anywhere and leave the race,
Because I do not like to be beaten and I am a positive man,
I will never  lie low near the responsibilities I think God bestowed me.

I know one day I will cease to run any more,
The day my death will have the last laugh,
And some roads will still  remain uncovered,
Some pillars, goals will be left unachieved,
But not the death,  I will feel proud,
That I have the job done as per my capabilities,
And to my satisfactions, within my limitations.