Lost

A tree that was blooming with flowers,

Until yesterday night,

A star that was glowing glorious

With its illumination bright.

A person who was chattering in my sphere,

With her smiles heartfelt.

Abruptly lost in the darkness of silence,

Making my living meaningless.

I WILL DIE UNPOPULAR

One principle, one policy, one path,

Leads to divinity is speaking truth,

Certainly in a smart manner,

Using words pleasing and sober.

Instead of saying, “Your father is dead”,

One can say,” His soul rested in heavenly abode”

But in no way a positive news can be conveyed,

To appease or comfort one’s restless mind.

Hiding or avoiding or tempering a truth,

And administering a pleasant untruth,

To appease someone or achieve a goal,

Is a path adverse to the morality eternal.

There always is a strong, unsurpassable wall,

Between truth and untruth, God and devil.

One can’t be half-honest and half-dishonest,

Either one is honest and with the God or against.

I know, I will die unpopular,

As I administer the truth, both sweet and bitter,

As I think half-truth is half-lie in disguise,

And nothing but opportunism; away from holiness.

                                     "Satyam bruyat priyam bruyat, bruyat satyam apriyam;:"

  Speak the truth, speak it pleasant but also speak the truth even if it is unpleasant. Never speak pleasant untruth.

I categorically disagree with the Manu Smriti decree, that only the pleasant truth and not the unpleasant truth should be administered. I believe God lives in the truth.

You raise my anger

Oh sky, I feel jealous of thee,

As I think, you are more fortunate than me.

She is far away from me today,

In that distant city she stays,

I can’t see her beautiful face,

But you gaze at her with your blue eyes.

I yearn to get a bit pleasure of touching her,

Whereas with your arm of sunrays you embrace her.

My nights sink in despair in the absence of my moon,

You bath her each night in your silvery moonbeams.

I flow in the rain of my tears all day night,

You drench her with your shower to your delight.

I do not like your such liaisons with her,

Do you think with your acts you will win her core?

Oh sky, your notoriety is crossing the limit

You raise my anger by remaining silent.

Fortune

She, who gave  me gratifications,

Now wish to put me into pains,

Why to be sad, why to complain?

I accept them as my fortune,

And the results of my actions.

WHY WE FIGHT SO MUCH?

I

Do you know,

Why we fight so much?

Are we in enmity?

Certainly not,       

If it were like that,

The gap between the us two

Would have increased after each fight,

Instead, you might have noticed,

We come closer after each tussle,

We become more affectionate,

Towards each other with each compromise,

The way after each storm,

Agricultural lands become more productive,

With the advent of fresh rainwater.

II

Keeping in view,

Each other’s respectability, sentiments,

Away from the dirtiness of claims and blames,

Away from the narrowness of selfish gains,

Such sweet augments I call fight,

Are good in true love,

As they show,

Our true concerns for each other,

Our intention of shaping up each other’s persona,

And our keenness to make love more glorious.

सच-झूठ

हथेली में सच का सूरज लिए चलता हूं,

 इसलिए तो सब की नजर को खटकता हूं। 

लोग कुछ दूर साथ चल कर अंधेरे में छुप जाते हैं, 

यकीनन उनकी नजर मेरी ओर देख कर चौंधिया जाती हें। 

फिर झूठ को सौ बार कह कर सच साबित करने में लग जाते हैं, 

थक हार कर अपनी खीझ मुझ पर ही निकालते रहते  हैं।  

क्यूँ करूं शिकायत दुनिया की, किस किस पर हो जाउँ नाराज,

यह तो खजूर का पेड है शुरु से अंत तक कांटों का है राज। 

बेशक झूठ के अँधेरे में खडे लोगों की तादाद बहुत बडी है,

मगर सच के नुमाइंदो को तादाद की फिक्र कब पडी  है। 

भेड़िओं की  तादाद से शेर कहाँ कभी डर जाया करता  है,

कोई साथ रहे या न रहे एक सच्चे का क्या आता क्या जाता है।   

दुनिया कहीं भी चले सच्चा अपना सीना ताने सदा रहता खडा है, 

उसे यकीन रहता है कि आज नहीं तो कल फूट जाएगा झूठ का घडा है।  

I AM A STUPID

I

One who rows his boat in the crosscurrent,

While the majority prefers to flow in the favorable,

Is a stupid.

One who fearlessly advocates truth,

And never cares the outcome,

Is a stupid.

One who hoists a flag of honesty,

In the city of corrupts,

Is a stupid.

One who points towards the fault of a woman

Instead of saying sweet words to appease her,

Is a stupid.

One that tolerates insults, blames and ignores,

But always wishes good for others,

Is a stupid.

One who dares to show a mirror,

To an infatuated and addicted person,

Is a stupid.

One who preaches sermon,

To a congregation adulterers,

Is a stupid.

One who always remains humble and friendly,

Even when ignored or insulted,

Is a stupid.

II

This is the definition of "stupid" in the dictionary,

Of many so called modern day visionary,. 

Nothing new, nothing unnatural,

This is a practice from time immemorial,

That all liars congregate in the darkness,

And raise one hoarse voice,

Against the truthful and honest,

To defend their inferiority complex.

I feel proud to be that stupid,

Whereas sad to see you among the crowd.