MY LIFE

After a lifelong passionate search,

With the light of my knowledge and wisdom

For a noble human and a beautiful heart

I found you among the crowd, a rarest gem.

I feel, God knew my wishes and requirements,

And created you keeping those in his mind,

Piling all the divine qualities in one human,

As I searched and my heart desired.

Ever since I got you and held you in my heart,

I forget to see when the morning begins or the day ends,

You wish Good-morning I believe it’s time to wake up,

You bid Goodnight; I realize it’s time to go to bed.

My life and its cycle run around one person,

One happiness, one gem, she is you since then,

Other people, works, events vanish from my sight,

It is as if they were zeros, nonexistent and illusions.

तुम जहाँ हो मेरी, शून्य है तेरे बिन मेरा  जहाँ ,

 तुम जो चले गए हो, कहो मैं जाउँ तो जाउँ कहां?

REPLY TO YOUR CONSCIENCE

Within the territory of  your wise-ness,

Behind the opaque curtain of your annoyance,

There lives a soft and benevolent heart,

Busy writing verses for your appeasement.

For all his songs what did he expect from you?

What he demanded for his devotion towards you?

Truth in your words because he loves truthfulness,

Honesty in your behaviour as he likes honest approaches,

Openness for the one, who is never secretive, fraudulent,

Selflessness for the one who thinks of your comfort first.

He gave you a heaven and expected you to reign on it,

Treated you as a goddess, wished divinity in your acts.

You preferred to desert his heart,

You opted to falsify his trust.

Were truth and honesty beyond your reach?

Are selflessness and openness for you mere speeches?

Was it a little too much in this bad world? 

Was it unaffordable for you, so you fled?

He does not need an answer for all these,

You reply to your own conscience.

सच आप को आता नहीं,

झूठ हम को भाता नहीं,

खुल कर कहना आप सीखे ही नहीं 

छल करना हमें जीवन ने सिखाया ही नहीं ,

स्वार्थपरता हम को आई नहीं,

निस्वार्थ सोच आप  से हुआ नहीं,

फिर क्या होना था ?

आप को चले जाना था,

हमें  तनहा रह जाना था।   

LOVE FOR YOU

Love for you in my heart,

Is no momentary undulation,
That will stop any day,

With your departure from the scene.

Love for you in my heart,

Is not an abrupt eruption of emotions,

Like the splendor of a rainbow,

That vanishes once the sky is free of rain.

Love for you in my heart,

Is not a feeble and inadequate force,

Like the western monsoon wind,

That gradually exhausts as it progresses.

Love for you in my heart,

Is independent of any selfish wish,

So it will be in me with all its exaltation,

Irrespective of the situation and your response.

Love for you in my heart,

Will always appear before you bright and fresh,

Unperturbed by the change of calendar,

Wrapped with respect in my romantic verses.

तुम्हारे लिए  मेरा प्यार अजर, अमर, शाश्वत , पुरातन,
तुम रहो या न रहो साथ यह है सक्षम, सार्थक, संपूर्ण।     

Merry Christmas

Santa Claus, Santa Claus,

Tell me what is in your box,

What you will gift me this Xmas,

You have something big for me, mom says,

I can’t wait anymore to see those.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus

I too have a gift for you this Xmas,

Packed in the envelop of love and reverence,

I know its small but it’s full of my feelings,

For your pleasure, it is a fresh red rose.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus

You give me a promise this Xmas

Until the sky is adorned with the sun and the moon,

You will come to us by the grace of the heaven,

And bring pleasure each year for us, your children.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus,

Merry Christmas Santa Claus.

The camel of the desert

While walking on the sizzling desert sand,

Under the boiling sun overhead,

I ignored myself and my blistered itching feet

Sincerely cared only your comfort.

 In your initial travelling days,

On those isolated tough ways,

Whenever sand storms approached,

Entered into your eyes,

And tried to block your progress

I covered your soft skin,

With my huge torso without hesitation.

Now you have reached the oasis,

Lost among unknown passengers,

Their fabricated stories, funs and frolics,

Fresh water, delicious dates, exchange of drinks,

And forget your faithful fellow traveler,

Your camel, waiting outside for your little care.

It seems midnight has approached,

I can hear the humorous noises from inside,

Can you hear the grunt of my dried throat?

Do you hear the crick of my empty stomach?

Or your ear is choked with excitement,

Mind blocked with sugary chats.

Though my grunt is a bit bitter,

For you difficult to hear,

As it comes directly from my core,

But I am always grateful and eager

To pay back for the little fodders that you offer.

What about you? Do you have a brain?

A heart? A conscience?

Are you a grateful being?

Do you care all my hard works?

Value my devotions, sacrifices?

Who is worth humane? You or me?

 The night is not endless,

The morning will come in hours,

Associates of this night will disperse,

Only you and I will be together on our way,

For another struggling day,

In this vast endless desert,

Caring each other’s comfort,

Do not forget.


GRATEFULNESS IS NOT IN THE NATURE OF SOME,
THEY CALL THEMSELVES  HUMAN!!

Your messages

So many days passed

Ever since we last exchanged messages,

Ever since your smiling picture pop up on may mobile screen,

And bolt my soul with that of yours in pleasure flight.

Jolt my heart with eternal delight.

Still I become online,

And see the inbox every morning,

To see your sweet words,

That were lost somewhere among the notorious clouds,

Hoping against the hopes,

That they will arrive with the rains,

To dry up the rains of my eyes.

After hours of wait, when they don't come,

Do you know what I do for my satisfaction?

I read our previous chats that I have never delated,

Kept carefully as memory collected.

Reply them with loving words,

And wait for the next day,

With a hope that you will come my way.

Tomorrow , कल

Tomorrow I will go on the way of truth n divinity,

Let me live my today in fun and frolic.

Will this tomorrow ever arrive in my life?

Will I ever come out of this beehive?

You say something my lord.

कल से चलूँगा कृष्ण मैं तेरे सत्य की  राह पर,

आज तो जी लेना है मुझे मौज -मस्ती कर,

क्या यह कल कभी आएगा  भी,

मौज-मस्ती की यह भूख मेरे दिल से कभी जाएगी भी?

कृष्ण तुम कुछ कहो |

The horse and its owner.

The horse was humble in nature,

Busy at the service of its owner,

Mutely without any complains,

Gladly with much passion.

One day it walked a bit leisurely,

Unintentionally worked a bit lazily   

She got furious, the owner,

Beat heavily out of anger.

The pet pleaded for mercy humbly,

 Its eyes laden with fluid totally,

But she went on beating ceaselessly,

Blocked its actions with chain deliberately.

Tolerance crossed the limit,

Servitude failed in that test,

The horse kicked its owner then,

As a result of an instant reaction.

The kick fell on her figure,

But the blow jolted its core,

It wished to jump from a barrage,

And end up with her all linkage.

Suddenly one thought came to its core,

“I once promised to serve her forever,

I must do that in every situation to her,

With love or whiplash come whatsoever.”

It then got back mutely to her stable,

Went on serving her as ever, as usual.

तुम मालिक, तुम प्यार, तुम गुरू, तुम सखा, 

तो  किसी और की मेरे जीवन को जरूरत है क्या?

If you can believe

When I felt the presence of dust particle,

On your surface, the person I worshiped,

I was shocked and got mad,

Out of the whirlwind created my mind,

A few words of bitter taste originated.

If you can understand,

The graveness of the storm

Through which my heart had passed,

While my tongue uttered,

Those few undesirable words..

If you can believe

That the words originated,

Out of that huge turbulence,

On the surface of my tongue,

And not in the depth of my heart.

You may forget them,

With your greatness and wisdom

Taking into consideration my grief,

My selfless well-wishing, my love, 

And forgive me, your true worshiper,

But how could I ever forgive,

Myself for the mishap, the rudeness,

That derailed me from the path of my devotion,

That snatched away from me my crown,

Of a ‘true worshiper’, a ‘humble lover’.  

I will never show you my face,

That owns the wild and sinful tongue,

Which dared to utter against your honour,

I can be, better from away doing the best job,

Of encouraging you and giving you a plentiful love.

WHEN YOU WENT AWAY...

When you went away,

Leaving me crying on the way,

My heart blasted into pieces,

Eyes began to rain ceaseless,

I wished to share my pain, my tears,

With someone, somewhere.

But I could not trust,

Any human to share out my heart,

As they would defame and insult you,

If and when their enmity occur with you,

And I don’t wish a finger pointed towards your direction,   

This day or any day in future for any reason.

So I preferred the nature,

Went to the ocean to tell her,

With a hope that my cry, my furors

Would be suppressed under her huge roar,

But got back, fearing the untrustworthy currents,

As they have a tendency to throw back external objects              

And I do not want anyone any day on the shore,

To trace its source from droplets of my tears.

I went to the mountain,

Began narrating my pain,

But when I saw him echoing my words,

I got back with my heart seriously shocked.

Then I went to the lovely moon,

Wished to tell her of my mourn,

But return back from the sky silently,

When I realize she might scatter unwisely,

My secrecy with the moonlight on the earth

And that might hurt, my humble sweetheart.

At last, I got back home,

Picked up a sheet of paper and a pen,

Wrote my heart out here,

Without hesitation or fear,

At least here you will read and understand my mind,

And the world will never know who is the reason behind.

तुम सितम बेइंतेहा करलो सनम हम प्यार की पैमाना बढ़ादेंगे,
न रोकें से रुके हें कभी कोई आशिक़, हम भी  मुस्कुरा कर मौत के ओर क़दम बढादेंगे।   

WE ARE DIFFERENT

You and me,

Are not of the same class,

It is that therefore now we stand pole apart.

You are a part of the crowd,

That rushes towards sweet nothings,

Like fun, flirt, laughter, fake-appreciations.

I am a solitary reaper,

That is busy gathering the harvest of truth,

Wishing to carry them to my home beyond this earth.

For you truth, honesty are meaningless terms in life,

For me life is meaningless without these terms,

This is where we are different in our ways. 

For you sweetness of tongue matters,

For me candidness of heart matters,

The difference, you are for and I am beyond the earth.

I am eternally happy without anybody,

You are internally sad with everybody,

See the difference; we are not of the same class.

WHAT HURTS ME

I do not ever see,

Whether you love me or not,

Whether we meet, talk, have fun or not,

Whether my tears or smile matters to you or not,

What and how much you give me, 

What and how much you deprive me.

What matters to me is,

Whether I love you earnestly or not,

Whether I am truthful towards you or not,

Whether I respect you and your emotions or not,

Whether I care your well-being selflessly or not,

Whether I give more emphasize to you than me or not.

I care about making a heaven,

Of relationship for us, the two loving souls,

Where there is no room for untruth,

Hidden thoughts, secret moves,

Clash of interests, selfish motives,

Ego, anger, sorrow and fear.          

But it hurts me much,

When you doubt my selfless well-wishing,

When you distrust my sincerity in love,

When I see a lie, arrogance, hesitation,

In your sharing of the flow of emotions,

When I give honest criticism for your betterment,

And you take it as an discouragement.

It hurts me as I see my dreamed heaven shaken.

I feel shame

I feel shame to hear the tickling of your bangles from a dance bar,
They should have tickled in a temple.

हम सर्मिन्दा हुए तेरे बेशर्म चुडिओं के बाईजी के कोठे में खनकने  से,
खनकना भी था तो मंदिर के रंगशाला की जमिं की  तो कमि न थी|

Truth n God

कट जाती है कुछ के जीवन युं ही फांका मस्ती में,
सत्य-ईश्वर को समझने की उनके पास वक्त नहीं होती है |
जब तलक सत्य की ईश्वरीयता की उनको आभास होती है,
सत्य में जीनेे की उनके पास वक्त नहीं रह जाती है|
Life of some pass in fun and entertainment,
They don't have time to understand the divinity of the truth.
When they realize the divinity of truth ,
They don't have time to live for the truth.

I will be with you

I will be with you,
Till the continuance of my breath,
Till I am on this earth.
With or without anyone's wish,
With or without happiness.

How can I break away?
How can I differentiate my way?
Once I hold you in my heart,
Once I promised to carry you forever in that.

Storms will come,
Floods will come,
They will take test of my tolerance,
They will try to unsettle my balance,
I may fumble a bit,
I may tumble with it,
But will rise and move on,
Motivated by the power of devotion.
Carrying you with me,
Caring you in me.
Till the continuance of my breath,

Till I am on this earth.

Truth n truthful man

Truth is like a sun,
Truthful man  its beam,
Not many can stare at them,
Not for long one can stare at them.
The one with a glass of honesty in his eyes,
Having a big heart to walk on in isolation,
A strong will power to tolerate every torment,
Deep devotion for God in his heart,
Can of course look at them,
Befriend and live at peace with them.

True that I am a child.

Its true that I am a child,
My heart is innocent like a child's,
Tongue delivers raw and unadulterated thoughts,
Pen writes pure and true emotions,
As they born in my child's brain,
Without adding spices of cunningness into them,
I don't care what people react.
I don't care if anyone gets hurt.
I risk love. friendships, relationships,
I risk your company, your sweet words,
For that pure and pious truth,
Like a child does.
Do you know why?
Because God lives in truth,
God lives in the innocence of a child's heart.
So I don't wish to be a grown up,
Don't try to be hypocritic,
Don't plan and plot to influence you,
Don't care if you love me or hate me.

You are....2

You are the celestial diamond wheel,

Who mercies me with her silver sprinkle.

To my great fortune every night.

When I bask under your blissful glimmer,

And drink them through my eyes and ears,

Certainly I reach the heaven.

When you go away delivering your nectar,

My soul remains enthralled there for the next shower

The body moves to carry out the business of life.  

I am indebted to your gracious persona,

My penmanship owes to your quality contribution,

You make me shaped, make my life worthwhile.

तुम दिशा, तुम ज्ञान,  तुम बुद्धि, तुम गुरु,  तुम सखा,
तुम कहो मेरी  जीवन को और जरुरत है क्या ?
(You are the direction you are the knowledge, you are the wisdom,you are my friend,
what else my life need from the world?)

Your arrival

While waiting for your arrival,
I hear jingle of your bangles,
From outside my door,
A violin begins to play
Automatically inside my core,
I flash open the door
See you there
Forget to give you way
Forget to say you hello
Forget to welcome you.
The pain of waiting
Melts inside
and gush out of my eyes,
In the form of salty water.
You break the silence,
Smilingly ask me
the reason of my crying,
I mutely wipe my tears,
Lead you inside,
Living your query unanswered.

GOD IS GREAT

Why are you looking so dejected?

Who and what made you worried?

You came here naked and with empty hands,

What is that, which was yours and you missed?

Love lost? She went away? For that you are crying?

See within, she is there, at your stupidity she is smiling.

Worry for pains, strains or failures?

These are life’s temporary features.

Life is no plain path,

Rise and fall are its part.

Day will come after night,

Darkness will be killed by the light,

Don’t worry for petty shortcomings,

See what He has in His offerings.

See up you visualize stars,

They twinkle only for your pleasure.

Look into the world; it’s a big theater,

Play your part smiling as long as you are here.

God is great have trust on Him,

He cares us all, His beloved children.

A REVOLUTION

At eighteen his mind is up against all odds,
A revolutionary soul gets into his blood,
He wants to change the whole system,

To free it from corruption, oppression, favoritism,
With words or swords, he wishes to raise a revolution.
Even without any outside support on his own,

He grows with the spirit, takes education,

Takes a job as a reward, gets into the system 
Gradually the system with all its odd gets into him,
Take control of him, makes him a part of the rhythm. 
Peacefully he begins a comprise with everything,

But decides to make them right from tomorrow morning.

Mornings come, become evenings, days pass on 
his tomorrow morning doesn't arrive for his action.
he grows sixty retires from the job, leaving behind the system,

Which is yet to change for good, yet to meet his dream.

His old veins no more run the hot blood in them,

That is competent enough to raise a revolution

But his soul still shelters the thoughts  of a change,

He begins praying god to do a miracle for change

Each night he sleeps hoping to wake a great morning,

God knows, what comes to him first, his end or a great morning

HUMAN MIND GROWS THIS WAY, FOR MANY.