I DON'T MISS YOU

I don't ever miss you,
As wherever I go
Whatsoever I do
I carry you in my soul.

The way cloud carries rain,
Sincerely as a quality of its person,
Flowers carry fragrance,
As a worth of their existence,
You become a sweet vibration,
Of my deep lovelorn heart.

Whatsoever I do, I care your choice,
And remain vigilant to respect your preferences.
As I feel you watch me and my moves from inside,
And its my job to keep you happy and csatisfied.

Hence, not for a fraction of second you are out of me,
Even though physically you are away, I don't miss thee. 

OUR TRUST

Trust is that delicate unseen cord,

 Built up of the fibers of rectitude,

Which ties two persons,

 In a divine union.

But a light strike of the stick,

 Of suspicion breaks it.

It’s the invisible bridge between souls,

That connects two like-minded people,

 When it comes into existence,

Through their amicable interactions.

Selfishness is a flood,

 That uproots both ends.

It’s a castle made with bricks of dedication,

 And the cement of devotion,

In which two people settle peacefully,

 Follows and fulfills each other’s wishes blindly.

A quake of conceit,

Dismantles the most well built

The way a body trusts the atmosphere for oxygen,

The earth trusts the sun for illumination,

Oceans and rivers trust the sky for water,

We trust on each other,

For the best outcome of our future.

THE TRUTH

A dense cloud can prevent the sunray,

From reaching the surface of the earth,

But it can neither twist its course of the journey,

Nor stop it from illuminating the atmosphere.

  A bundle of lies may succeed

 To discolor one truth momentarily

 But can never prevent the truth

 From coming to the limelight permanently.

  You can take shelter under a roof,

 And prevent yourself from being wet in a drizzle,

But can neither twist the course of the rain,

Nor stop it from reaching the soil.

By hiding under the shade of eloquent words,

 You may feel relaxed after committing a sin,

But you can never free yourself

 From the curse of your conscience.

 

The truth will have the last laugh,

 When the lie will die,

 And it is in fact a truth,

 Like the sunray and the sky.

झूठों की बाज़ार  में भीड़ भारी है,

मगर इसका  मतलब यह नहीं की सच गई हारी है।  

GOD MANIFESTS IN THE TRUTH

Scold me in the worst possible manner,

Whenever you find an error,

Either in my deeds or in my words,

I will bow my head,

Mutely rectify my deeds,

Beg pardon for my words.

.

But if you shelter under falsehood,

Or disbelieve my words,

Then I will be the last man to tolerate,

Your such act.

Better from that day onward,

You regard me as dead,

And I will also treat you as non-existent

In this planet.

Because I believe,

 You and I are only momentary happenings,

And so are our friendship and affection,

Whereas god manifests in the truth,

And makes truth a divine entity on the earth.

THE INSTRUCTIONS 2

Either we do not wish to consider,

Or we prefer to ignore,

The value of whatsoever is written or painted,

On the walls surrounding a cremation ground,

 Even if we come across them,

 Time and again.

When our turn comes,

To feel the weight of those terms,

To value the worth of those paintings,

To react as per their instructions,

Our eyes do not remain open,

 Brains no more function,

Souls leave our bodies,

Leaving no options for us to follow those guidelines.

THE GHOST OF YOUR SINFUL ACTS

My truthful words seem falsehood,

 Intended to assault your womanhood,

 Therefore, I prefer to keep mum,

 Confine myself in the seclusion-gloom.

                                                                  

Still, I don't know what hurts,

 Your woman sentiments,

 You shout out at intervals from outside,

With your voice hoarse and loud.

 May be it is the ghost,

 Of your sinful acts of the past,

That chases you every now and then,

 And compels you to cry in vain.

दिल सोर करता है, 

पुरजोर करता है, 

जब हम पाप कोई कर  जाते हैं,

और अपना विवेक से मात खा जाते हैं। 

पर घमंड कहाँ मानता है ?

हम कहाँ किसे कुछ कह पाते हैं ? 

बस चुपचाप रोते रहते हैं, 

रोते रोते मर जाते हैं। 

NOTE .Its a truth that the ghost of our sinful acts( both intended and unintended) of the past chases our good conscience and we try to justify those acts through arguments with ourselves.

THE INSTRUCTIONS

While I participate a funeral function,

I notice some wall paintings,

Some instructions and information,

Describing the transitoriness of life,

The worth and ways of living in the world,

On the walls of the cremation ground.

My eyes and mind,

 Remain focused,

On those precious paintings and words,

All throughout the period,

Of my stay in that cremation ground.

As the fire of the pyre,

Goes on burning the cadaver,

A fire of newly accumulated wisdom,

Goes on purifying my inner being.

On my way back,

I look towards the black smoke,

That comes out of the pyre,

And loses its existence in the air,

The way my newly gained intellect,

Begins to lose its existence in my mind.

Pyre, is the last sacrifice when the human body mingles with the five elements of life; air, fire, water, earth and space from where it once came out according to Hindu beliefs.

ତୁମକୁ ଦେଇଛି ମନ

କେଡେ ସରାଗରେ ସାଇତି ଥିଲି ମୁଁ ଗୋଲାପଟି ତୁମ ପାଇଁ,

ଦିନ ଗଡି ବେଳ ଦୁଇ ଘଡି ହେଲା ତୁମେ ଯେ ଆସିଲ ନାହିଁ ।

ମନ କଥା ଯେତେ ମନରେ ରହିଲା କହି ପାରିଲିନି କିଛି,

ତୁମେ କି ଜାଣିବ ତୁମ ବିନା ମୋର ଦିନ କେମିତି କଟିଛି ।

ଜଳଦ କି ଜାଣେ ଚାତକର ମନ ତା ବିନୁ କେଡେ ଉଛନ,

ଚାନ୍ଦ କିବା ବୁଝେ ପୃଥିବୀର ସଞ୍ଜ ତାହା ବିନା ଛିନ୍ନଭିନ୍ନ ।

ସୂରୁଜ କି ବୁଝେ ତରୁଲତା ପାଇଁ କିସ ବା କିରଣ ମୂଲ,

ବାଦଲ ଉହାଡ଼େ ବଡ ମଉଜରେ ଖେଳେ ଲୁଚକାଳି ଖେଳ।

ତିରିଲା ଜାତିଟା ବଡ ହୃଦହୀନ ସାଙ୍ଗ କହୁଥିଲା ମତେ,

ବୁଝି ମୁଁ ପାରେନା ତଥାପି ତୁମକୁ କେମିତି ଗଲି ପରତେ ।

କପାଳ ଲିଖନ ପାଉଛି କଷଣ କେ କରି ପାରିବ ଆନ,

ଖୁସି ଦିଅ ଅବା ଦୁଃଖ ମତେ ଦିଅ ତୁମକୁ ଦେଇଛି ମନ ।

OH LOVE, the sweetest human emotions.

Oh love, the earth, the air,

The cloud, the whole nature,

Know that she has departed,

Locking the door behind.

I know the facts,

You too are not ignorant,

That you are not there,

In her core,

She has not taken you with her,

Left you at my door.

When you are not there,

Then why are you here?

Reigning my sphere,

Vibrating in my core,

Raining from my eyes,

Prolonging my days

Destroying my slumber,

Devastating my pleasure,

Burning me from inside,

Driving my rhymes wild.

Better, you leave me alone,

Let me live without emotions.

YOU DEPARTED

You departed,

I feel as if I stand,

Stranded,

At the edge of a land.

I look forward,

As far as my eyes go,

I see a stretch of darkness,

Lies ahead of me.           

I look back,

And witness,

That the piece of land,

 I passed,

Vanishes from behind,

There too is the reign of darkness.

I rub my eyes,

To locate something,

 From the darkness around.

I witness,

A fluid of memory,

In which your smiling face,

Appear, disappear before my eyes.

I see you point,

A finger at my direction

 As if you are mocking at my situation.

And say, “You are the architect of your own fortune.”

I look towards my wrist watch,

 There were no hour hand,

 Or minute hand in it,

 As if it says ‘’Time ahead

 Is not necessitous of calculation,

 So we left your watch.”

Bewildered by the things,

 I raise my blank eyes

 Towards the sky,

And say in the vacuum

"Oh heaven,

Carry me as far as you can,

As long as you can,

At your will,

Mercy me death,

Free me from this earth,

I am helpless,

 Like a leaf in a storm."

My voice,

Echoes in my ears,

Appears hoarse

I cover my ears

With both my palms,

Close my eyes,

I stand still, stunned,

 Undone.

ଭବ ବୈତରଣୀ

କ୍ଷଣିକ ପ୍ରାପ୍ତିରେ ଖୋଜିଲି ମୁଁ ଖୁସି

                   ଭୁଲି ଆନନ୍ଦ ଅନନ୍ତ,

ଏକ ପ୍ରାପ୍ତି ପରେ ଆରେକ ଉଦୟ

                 ତୃଷ୍ଣାର ନ ହେଲା ଅନ୍ତ ।

ନିବୃତି ହେଲାନି ଯାଚନାରୁ ମନ

                   ପ୍ରବୃତି କଲା ଶିକାର

ଅପୂର୍ଣ କାମନା ଦୁଃଖରେ ଜୀବନ

                  ଘାଣ୍ଟି ହେବା ହେଲା ସାର ।

କର୍ମ ଅକର୍ମ ମୁଁ ଯେତକ କରିଲି

                      ସ୍ଵାର୍ଥ କୁ କରି ସର୍ବସ୍ଵ,

ପାପ ପୂଣ୍ୟ ଭାବ ମନେ ନ ଧରିଲି

                      ତତେ ନ କଲି ବିଶ୍ଵାସ ।

ଶରୀର ସେବାରେ ଜୀବନ କାଟିଲି

            ଲୋଭ ମୋହ କରି ସାଥି,

ପାପୀ ମନକୁ ମୋ ଛନକା ପସୁଛି

                 ଦେଖି କାଳ ଉପସ୍ଥିତି ।

ପାପ ଭାର ମୋର ବଢି ଯେ ଗଲାଣି

                    କହ ହରି କିସ ଗତି,

ତରି ପାରିବି କି ଭବ ବୈତରଣୀ

              ତତେ ଦେଇ ଆଖି ମୋତି ?

ତୁ ହେଲେ ଭରଷା ଅଛି ମୋର ଆଶା,

                        ନିସ୍ତରିବି ଭବ ଜଳୁ,

ପାତିଛି ପତିତ ପ୍ରଦୀପ୍ତ ତା ମଥା,

                       ଉଠାଅ ଚରଣ ତଳୁ ।

ଗଲା କଥା ବଡ ବ୍ୟଥା (ଚମ୍ପୁ)

ଗଲା କଥା ବଡ ବ୍ୟଥା, ଲୋ ମିତଣୀ ଗଲା କଥା ବଡ ବ୍ୟଥା,

ଗରଜେ ସିନା ମୁଁ ଅରଜି କରିଲି ବୁଝିଲୁ ତୁ ଯା ଅନ୍ୟଥା ।

                               ଲୋ ମିତଣୀ, ବୁଝିଲୁ ତୁ ଯା ଅନ୍ୟଥା ।

ଗଭୀର ନଦୀରେ ନାବ ମେଲି ଥିଲି ତତେ କରି ମୁଁ ନାଉରୀ

ଗଣ୍ଡ ଦେଖି ମତେ ଠେଲି ଦେଲୁ କିଆଁ, କେମନ୍ତେ ହୋଇବି ପାରି।

                             ଲୋ ମିତଣୀ, କେମନ୍ତେ ହୋଇବି ପାରି।

                                                                                  

ଗଡ ଜିଣିବାର ଆଶେ, ଲୋ ମିତଣୀ ଗଡ ଜିଣି ବାର ଆଶେ,

ଗୁରୁ ତତେ କରି ଶରଣ ଗଲି ମୁଁ ଜାଣୁ କି କେଡେ ବିଶ୍ଵାସେ ।

                          ଲୋ ମିତଣୀ ଜାଣୁ କି କେଡେ ବିଶ୍ଵାସେ ।

ଗଭୀର ଅସ୍ଥାରେ, କଠୋର ନିଷ୍ଠାରେ ଗଙ୍ଗା ମଣି ପୂଜା କଲି,

ଗରିଷ୍ଠ କଷଣ ଦେଇ ଚାଲିଗଲୁ,ସଂସାରୁ ମୁଁ ସିନା ଗଲି ।

                        ଲୋ ମିତଣୀ, ସଂସାରୁ ମୁଁ ସିନା ଗଲି ।

ଗାଇ ଗଲି ତୋର ଗୀତୀ ରେ ମିତଣୀ ଗାଇ ଗଲି ତୋର ଗୀତୀ,

ଗୋଟାଇ ନିଅ ବା ଫିଙ୍ଗି ଦିଅ ମତେ ଯାହା ଇଚ୍ଛା ତୋର ମତି ।

                            ଲୋ  ମିତଣୀ, ଯାହା ଇଚ୍ଛା ତୋର ମତି ।

LOVE TO THE MERIT

Even though for you I write,

But don't ever treat,

Them as my seduction efforts,

I am not that man, not that poet.

Don't love me because you love my pen,

 Also don't love my art because you love my person.

Distinguish them,

 Even though they are no different things.

We go together, at par I and my rhymes,

Love to the merit of the art or the man,

Or even none.

Just pure and pious justice from you I want,

 Just be honest with me and  my art.

               

I CAN'T EXPLAIN

                                                          One fine evening,

A fairy descend from the heaven,

Land on my terrain.

Our eyes conjoin,

Lips smile in unison,

I come under her fascination.

I can't explain,

Why and how it did happen,

I was no more in my own.

I was in deep adoration,

My heart surrendered to her captivation,

My world changed for certain.

हरजाई

जीवन दूर चला ग़या पर मौत पास न आई,

यह एहसास तब हुआ जब वो हो गए हरजाई |

I became lifeless but did not die,

 I got that feeling when she deserted me.

जुबां बंद है पर दिल शोर करता है,

 कहूँ किस से कि ये क्यूँ कर करता है। 

हर कत्ल के बाद खंजर मासूम और कसाई बेगुनाह हो जाता है,

 शायद कुर्बान खुद अपना सर अपने हाथों कलम कर जाता है। 

हम आज ही तो उनकी गली से आए हुए हें,

हम  आज ही तो गंगा नहाए हुए हें। 

बेहतर तो यह है कि  मैं तेरी  जुदाई के गम में डूब कर मर जाउँ,

बनिस्बत यह कि मैं खुशिओं के ठिकाने  तलाशने कहीं और जाउँ। 

नाज़-ए-इश्क न कीजिए ये वो बदनाम नैया है,

मौज़-ए-जिंदेगी में हर एक सवारी को डुबोया है। 

ARGUMENTS

It’s a perpetually proven truth that,

Arguments are neither won nor lost,

       Rather, by them relations and emotions get hurt,

                                   Because often the vital guiding forces,                                 

   Behind arguments are ego and ignorance.

LOVE IS GROWING AMIDST TEMPESTS

We often involve in skirmishes,

Due to our ideological differences,

Not that we try to falsify each other,

Rather, we try to convince each other.  

We use weapons of rational reasons,

Try to disarm each other’s visions

But never use bitter dialect,

And hurt each other to win a debate.

At the day’s end a cease fire gets enforced, 

For few hours both retire unharmed,

 And bid good bye with smiling face,

To meet again on the same surface.

Are we in inimical just because we fight?

Do we disrespect each other? Do we part?

Certainly not, on the contrary within our soft hearts,

 Love for each other is growing amidst tempests.