You are..

You are an ocean and I am your explorer,

Every day I set out into your calm water,

To discover something new from your store,

To meet the surprises waits for me there.

In each dive as I reach deeper and deeper

Into your untouched stupendous core,

I pocket pearls of wisdom I discover,

Return home contended like a winner.  

Swab them by my conscience with passion,

Knit them carefully into the immortal chain,

Of rhythmic verses using my poetic acumen,

Then decorate them on my wall for my satisfaction.

From my wall each pearl shines as one sun,

Enlightens each nook and corner of my brain,

Shows me how to lead a life pious and clean,

Helps me to make my small world a heaven.

"तुम क्या जानों नादां, तुम मेरे लिए कितने अनमोल हो:

     सारे जहां से  बेहतर , तुम मोती विरल हो"। 

LOVE; IN MY DICTIONARY

Respect, is a word much bigger than love,

In the dictionary of emotions that I have,

So, respecting you, your aspirations,

Caring your respectability as a woman,

Are my ways, and are dearer to me,

Than our talks, your company and even thee!!!

In that dictionary, a slightest deviation,

From truth in words or actions

Is claimed as an impure and corrupt psyche of a lover

Hence, I am at times bitter, at times sour,

But always truthful and a liar never.

Hiding any thought or any emotion,

Is stated there, as an adversary of a true devotion,

A wall between two loving beings

So I open before you with my raw feelings,

Caring least, their impact,

And even our friendship’s fate.

Where there is a slightest lacking of trust,

There it is stated that love is not really present,

Rather it is a pleasure pursuit, fulfilling of a thirst,

Not a love of any sort, a mere deceit.

So, I trust you to the fullest,

Follow your words with thorough intent.

So soft and light is the flow of love in my heart,

That arrogance and vanity in me sink before they float.

Selfishness is in love in that book is not present,

Its for me an unknown and hostile state,

In which dwell not my lovelorn heart.

Sacrifice is the first word of the dictionary of adoration,

 I read it to practice it in every morn,

 I sacrifice my wishes for your benefit,

And one day will not hesitate to sacrifice you, for your comfort.

YOUR WISE COUNSEL

After your departure,

My liver has gone fatty,

To the ninety-five per cent of its structure,

On being drowned by the intoxicant tears,

That I swallowed through my eye sockets,

In order to hide their presence.

Do you know?

Without your return,

There is no probability of recovery,

Rather, the fluid would continue to flow,

And aggravate the critical condition,

Damage the feeble five per cent,

Healthy portion of my liver,

Sooner or later.

Never mind, I too do not care,

An early exit from the sphere,

As I know arrival on the earth and departure from it,

Are the definite two ends of rope called life,

But the significant thing for me is how I walk on it,

Balancing the relationships, caring your emotions

Bearing smiles on the face.

Whilst struggling with the pain,

Amidst no hope situation of survival,

I care to hold smiles on my lips,

Give my thoughts positive outlook,

My time to some constructive works,

As per the wise counsel,

That you had given me,

During our conversations.

यक़ीनन तेरे बग़ैर हम ज्यादा जी न पाएंगे,
मग़र यक़ीन जानों जब तलक जिएंगे, तेरी  ख़ातिर मुस्कुराते रहेंगे। 

Intentions

You hold my heart,
In your casket,
Softly and carefully,
But at times tease it impishly,
As you know love needs colors,
Dipped in emotional tears and fake-anger.

When you squeeze the tender being,
Ah, it pains a bit but I keep smiling,
Water comes out of my eyes,
Never mind, they are the ecstasy signs.
Because I trust your honest intentions,
I like your gesture of parting devotion.

Whose else will you squeeze?
Who else will you tease?
If not mine, if not me,
After all I am yours and mine is thee.

तेरा दुलार है प्यारा, तेरा  फटकारना  भी प्यारा,
सच में मुझे लागे,  तेरा अंदाज-ए-मुहब्बत बड़ा न्यारा। 
(I like your caress,love your scolds, 
you know well I like your gesture in affection.)     

ENLIGHTENED

Your soul from within my core,

Nod me to move on the path of truth ever.

I feel encouraged by her smile of permission,

Get excited with her style of affirmation.

Then come the few words of your pen,

Those assure me that I am not alone,

On this stony voyage of love for truth,

Away from the cozy clutch of untruth.

Your support is well within my expectation,

As you know it is the sole vision of our union,

That we would share the truth between,

Without pride, prejudice, fear or hesitation.

Now I can face any difficult assignment,

Sailing my boat against every crosscurrent,

Reach the divine abode enlightened for certain,

Carrying you my honorable soul-mate, within.

                                          तेरा साथ है तो फिर फ़िक्र की क्या बात है,
                                      डुबा दे मेरी  कस्ती को, तूफां की क्या औकात है। 
            (When you are with me on my boat, the fiercest storm is feeble to obstruct my sail)

ENLIGHTEN ME

Life, why I miss my smile?

Where I go wrong in my style?

I say truth about me,

They blame me to be among vanity.

I say truth about them,

They close their ears and run away.

I serve the unbiased and unadulterated truth,

My words bounce back from the rocks and trees.

I stand alone to listen to my own melodies.

What does that imply?

Truth is the perfect way or untruth is?

Truth is great or falsehood is?

Should I hide my credentials,

And exhibit what I am not,

Maintain a low profile,

To obtain their support?

Or I should feel comfortable sharing truth.

Should I embrace hypocrisy?

Hide the truth and serve lie?

To be among the crowd,

Or I should be contented with this isolated path?

Should I at times relinquish the truth,

And shelter under falsehood,

To obtain some smile for me?

Or I should be proud of my style. 

My wisdom fails to follow the facts,

You are my teacher, enlighten me on that.

"झूठों के  बाज़ार में हम चंद सच बेचने निकले थे,

मेरा सच पड़ा रह गया, लोग हमें झूठा बना गए।" 
( I came to the market of deceits, to sell some truth,
my truth remained unsold, they went away blaming me to be a hypocrite. )

आईना , the mirror

                            आईना 

आईने नें बडी  मासूमियत से मुझसे पुछा,
                                                  कि "बात क्या है?
ये जो तेरी आँखें आँसुओं  से भरी हुई हैं ,
                                       इसका निमित्त क्या है?
               
चेहरा उतरा हुआ, माथे पर चिंता की लकीर
                                                 आफत क्या है?
तुम तो पहले एैसे न थे, आज तुम जो ऐसे हो ,
                                                 हालात क्या है?"

मैनें कहा, "कुछ आ गया होगा आँखों में,
                         उस से अलग और वृतांत क्या है?
चेहरे का उतरना, माथे की  लकीर,
        है उम्र का असर इस से जुदा और सूरत क्या है?"

"तुम जो बडा जासूस बने फिरते हो,
                      मैं तुम्हे सब सच बता दूँ तुम्हारी नीयत क्या है?

उनका  नाम मैं तुम्हारे सामने जाहिर करदूँ,
                             तुम कहो तुम्हारी  औकात क्या है?"

अब क्या होना था,
                       उछल कर आईना मेरे हाथों से कूद गया,
शीशे के टुकडों में
                                 मेरा हाल-ए-दिल  बयां  हो गया।  


                          THE MIRROR

The mirror innocently asked me,

                                       “What is the matter?

Your eyes are flooded with tears,

                                            Who is the factor?”

"Face has fallen, lines of anxiety on forehead,

                                                    What is the pain?

You were not like this earlier,

                           Why this undesirable condition?"

I replied, "Something must have fallen in my eyes,

                                                          What otherwise?

My sullen face,lines on the forehead are signs of old age,

                                                           What is the surprise?"

"You are asking me like a detective, want to know everything,

                                                             What is your intention?

You want I should disclose before you her name,

                                                               What is your position?"

What was to happen?

                                  The mirror jumped out of my clutch,

The strewed particles of glasses,

                                            Reflected my shattered heart.