Gently evolving inside;
Preparing itself for the outside world.
A moth at first,
Patience is tested
For the journey from –
An ordinary to a charmer.
Maturing inside its hideaway,
Before flying with its rainbow wings.
Diffidence and uncertainty;
Ceases its fashion like an iron chain
Forbidding its success.
Then determination and passion takes over –
It emerges as the most confident and beautiful like no other,
To enjoy its freedom.
इंतिज़ार
कभी कभी मंज़िल इंतिज़ार कराती है
हमसे मिलने मे थोड़ा ज्यादा वक्त लगाती है
इस इंतिज़ार के क्षण मे खुद से भरोसा खोता है
सपना अधूरा रहने का डर सा होता है
कभी आखें रोती है, कभी हिम्मत टूट जाती है
पर फिर खुद को खड़ा करने की बारी आती है
इंतिज़ार के क्षण मे थोड़ा ज्यादा लड़
ईश्वर तेरे साथ है इस बात पर भरोसा कर
कभी कभी वक्त सही नही होता है
क्योंकि अपने राही का इंतिज़ार तो मंज़िल को भी होता है
For the freedom of India, People fought together; They too taught a lesson, To live unite and gather.
Either Sikh,Budh, Muslim ,
May be Hindu or Christian;
Don't fight with each other,
On the name of religion . God has never said, To handle the sword; We are all Indians, Infact love is God.
Having finished all quarrels,
Come forward you all;
And live entirely with peace,
India is made for all.
( Suraj Pal Singh)
'Adna'
Hide hide hide
hide your side
nevertheless your emotions
until it sheds
insist you to compress
when you starts to express
they will miss the one you were
if that's real, then why
they all shade themselves
come out of shades
that out of fades
be you
who stand for you
light yourself and
let them know what real
Meet the oil and water of academics; language and math,
For if you ace this one then you certainly can't ace that,
You could be the jack of all trades and their master too,
And yet you wouldn't be able to solve this bittersweet hullabaloo
Who made these rules I wonder? Can I meet the headmaster?
Or do I have to read through another one of Wren's rules?
Or worse still if I had to open a book with formulae that spelt disaster,
And find the answer hidden in a book written by fools
Now what about me you ask, dear reader,
Which side of the spectrum do I lean toward?
I still don't know if I hate one and love the other,
But there's someone within stopping me from finding out; a coward
I paint words against paper for hours together,
And etch numbers on books with my feeble hands,
I read essays and measure statistics simultaneously, thinking that I'm clever,
And ready myself in this battle to take a stand
At last, I try to swallow the bitter truth,
When my marks appear before me,
For in language I score a brilliant ninety-four
While in math, a lowly thirty
The jaundiced faces
-Powdered and blushed-
Eat tangerines,
suck coconut from a straw.
And the sky with its cataract eyes
Looks upon the spectacle,
Pukes and flushes-
Into the septic tank, goes the rainbow.
"They say my soul will be taken away,
For I am godless,
I say take it,
I don't feel it anyways."
The girl in a skirt with fake blue eyes,
Left her spectacles at home.
And men with myopic sight,
Wait for the wind to blow.
The stiff chapels with their perfumed candles-
Wrapped in violet silks and shawls,
Masturbate on other's confessions,
Soften their lust on little souls.
"But they say their god would disallow me,
And send me back here,
There was no hell, I was so sure,
I was living in one before."
Lean bodies surviving on greens,
Laugh at plump foes,
Pricked each day by thorns,
They were gifted a matching blood red rose.
The thumbless joker on the stage,
He wears an indigo coat.
STOP LAUGHING AT HIS RED NOSE!
STOP FEEDING YOUR EMPTY HOLES!
Someone go…
Eat his cherry of a nose…
Kiss him,
Lick the colours off his pose.
"Sorry! My poem got burnt,
In fragments, charcoaled.
I was busy elsewhere,
Trying to catch in a net, my soul."
(The poem uses the symbolism of colours to present a running commentary on social and cultural issues.
Please don't bring me breakfast in bed
unless my body is languishing and broken far beyond the breakfast table's reach. Let me walk, even hobble to it. Let me collaborate with gravity, neither defying it nor defeated by it.
If i could run to it i would pick up my legs pick up the pace pick up your mood. Let me wake up to a ground that will hold me steady even if my world is spinning. Walls that will wait for me to find my balance. An earth that springs with life.
Let me walk while I can.
Let me stride across the earth leaving it with the memory of my footsteps
of my weight on its body. Let me be light for as long as I can be. For as long as my lungs can propel me forward. For as long as I can lift off and soar, let me.
I would consider myself lucky to have partaken in a meal,
and gotten up from the table with a full heart and a full stomach, when really
it shouldn’t require any luck to have either.
His flute-stand awaits someone,
on the corner of the busy road.
Stretching its flutes, like a firecracker
slowly emitting its sparkling sparks.
One of its sparks falls in his hand,
He, the flute player, holds it to his lips,
breathing fresh life into his 'bansuri',
sending his blows to awaken me.
I open my eyes and stretch my arms.
Stepping out of my bed,
I hold my notes by their arms,
and summon the tunes wandering somewhere.
Holding my notes and tunes in my arms,
I splash out of the holes,
Spilling them all outside and yet,
holding some inside.
I step into the old but new world,
When I see her approaching,
holding a backpack of anxieties
held together by some responsibilities.
My eyes walk towards her,
Examining her moist eyes
And her brown hair,
which rest over her shoulders.
I obambulate around her,
trying to take her bag off.
She senses me perhaps,
and tightens her grip on the bag.
I dive into her ears,
looking for some path,
through her red arteries,
to her red heart.
I step; I stop.
She loosens her grip,
On the strap of the bag,
She, most reluctantly, was holding.
I crawl and crawl, slowly.
I crawl and fall, suddenly.
I scan the place around,
and smile, finding my destination.
There, in her heart, I danced.
I danced, I danced my heart out.
Moving my feet, twisting my fingers,
I danced, I danced without any care.
I listened; she said- to the flute player,
"Your art has a duende."
And I feel something heavy,
being thrown away, forever.
I chuckle, repeating her words in my way,
"I have a duende."
And I leave a part of me in her,
For her to be a duende herself.
"If I looked perfect, they'd never leave me,"
Was all I ever understood .
I didn't know if I was right,
But no one ever told me I was wrong,
Because they always said I was pretty,
Just not pretty enough.
starved and cried,
Compared and cared,
Weighed and waited,
Suffered and continued,
Until the voices said I looked fine.
I got the attention,
I got the chase,
got the validation,
got the pity love,
And when I finally thought I was perfect,
I was even got left on.
Then I saw how
The one that loved my body perfect,
Would never love my heart right,
So I ate till I choked,
Binged till I puked,
Until the voices mirrored "show skin get love."
shopped and thrown,
Uncomfortable but worn,
Hidden until seen,
Craved until sought,
And again the voices bargained "to get love is to give body."
Stuck between
Pleasure and pain,
Moans and screams,
Hunger and pills,
She was
Choked but never killed,
Satisfied but never enough,
Dead and alive,
Until finally
The voices called her pretty,
And left.
The voices left,
But every mirror reminded her she was pretty,
But only pretty enough to get attention.
Every bed reminded her she was pretty,
But only pretty enough to get laid.
Every door reminded her she was pretty,
But not pretty enough to stay with,
And every scar reminded her that she was pretty,
But just not pretty ENOUGH.
The rain blows in ways of the wind,
The wind blows into the pockets of space,
The Space flows into the void of time,
And time meets the eternal flow of life.
Life flows into the wombs of Birth,
Birth flows into the laws of men,
Men flow into the hearts of love
And love flows into the depths of pain.
From Despair arises the flower of hope,
Hope flows into the glimmer of light,
Light flows into the pit of the dark,
From Darkness comes the Secret of Creation,
The Eternal Mystery of the Past.
Such is the flow of life
One just flows through it all;
Ignorant is he who lives in it
For, he is blind to see it all.
Cease, O human, and witness the flow of life
For one who truly sees, becomes the flow he glides;
In the depths of the flow, you shall find a stillness,
A stillness that reflects the secret of life.
"If I looked perfect, they'd never leave me,"
Was all I ever understood .
I didn't know if I was right,
But no one ever told me I was wrong,
Because they always said I was pretty,
Just not pretty enough.
I starved and cried,
Compared and cared,
Weighed and waited,
Suffered and continued,
Until the voices said I looked fine.
I got the attention,
I got the chase,
I got the validation,
I got the pity love,
And when I finally thought I was perfect,
I was even got left on.
Then I saw how
The one that loved my body perfect,
Would never love my heart right,
So I ate till I choked,
Binged till I puked,
Until the voices mirrored "show skin get love."
shopped and thrown,
Uncomfortable but worn,
Hidden until seen,
Craved until sought,
And again the voices bargained "to get love is to give body."
Stuck between
Pleasure and pain,
Moans and screams,
Hunger and pills,
She was
Choked but never killed,
Satisfied but never enough,
Dead and alive,
Until finally
The voices called her pretty,
And left.
The voices left,
But every mirror reminded her she was pretty,
But only pretty enough to get attention.
Every bed reminded her she was pretty,
But only pretty enough to get laid.
Every door reminded her she was pretty,
But not pretty enough to stay with,
And every scar reminded her that she was pretty,
But just not pretty enough.
I'm no longer alone,
I've found my companion in the stillness of the night,
All my doubts appear to be gone ,
Surrounded by the walls of insincerity ,I still await the light;
I walk alone in the rain to feel the rain drops on my face,
These tiny droplets bring the bliss of solitude,
I dive deep into it hoping to find myself in its hidden depths,
Only to embrace my flaws with fortitude!
I look into the mirror of my mind,
And see the reflections of the girl I've left behind;
In the reflections, i still see her smile;
I just wanna be her again, even if it's just for a while;
The waves of despair never fail to crumble my soul ,
For once, I don't wanna be a victim but a warrior through it all,
The bad days have white washed all my colours,
So I've made my peace with the remains of the blurs;
Even though It feels like the end, I know it's just the beginning,
Cuz The dark clouds have begun to show the silver lining,
I am at my worst but I won't allow it to be my fate,
And if I fall 7 times, I'll rise 8!
My legs give out
and I sink
onto the grassy blanket,
whose thorns feel like velvet
against parched skin.
I close my eyes and
d
r
i
f
t
away..
from this cruel confinement
where fleeting time waits for none.
I am drawn awake.
It’s that feeling all over again.
It allays my ears,
casting away the shrieks and screams
that haunt them.
This is the muse the world needs.
Melodies and lyrics are stars
to its a
b
y
s
s.
The music bewitches,
I tiptoe on notes
dancing in octaves.
I call the tune ~ I shall stay here
until the music dies.
For in the mansion beside my run-down hut,
they begin
to blow the trumpet.
I am the holy river that flows,
Who is joyful up and calm below.
I carry life and remains of dead,
I do forgive but never forget.
I made civilizations I made men,
They bring this offering for good omen.
I see their pleasure I clean their pain,
None of their feelings go in vain.
“You are not just water” said the gods,
But “living entity everyone applauds”.
I am pristine I am divine,
I accept all who incline.
Meet me in the hills meet me in the plain,
Feel the chills or the rain.
I reached ocean I look and see,
How vast my life now will be.
I give my goodness to the sea,
To merge in it and be free.
Free from ego free from pride,
This is my last ride.
I was anxious and restless,
But ocean gave me all acceptance.
We merge into each other and become one,
Do I have any regrets? No, none!
મુસીબતો ભલેને ગમે તેટલી આવે ,
તારી સાથે મારો સાથ હંમેશાં રહેશે.
તું જરાય ગભરાતી ના દીકરી ,
હાર જીત જીવનમાં થતી રહેશે .
પોતાને નિરાશ ના કરતી કદી ,
પ્રોત્સાહન આપવા મારા વેણ સાથે રહેશે.
મદદનીશ બનવા ખચકાટ ના કરતી ,
આશીષ આપવા મારું મન તૈયાર રહેશે.
દુષ્ટો સામે લડતા ગભરાટ ના રાખતી ,
સંભાળ રાખવા મારી છાયા સંગાથ રહેશે .
લોકોનું કલ્યાણ કરે એવી પ્રગતિ કરજે ,
ગર્વ લેવા મારી આત્મા વાટ જોશે .
છળ-કપટ -પ્રપંચને અપનાવતી ના કદી ,
સલાહ આપવા મારું મગજ તૈયાર રહેશે .
વિસ્મરણોને ભૂલી સંસ્મરણોને યાદ કરજે ,
યાદ કરાવવા તારા પિતા હંમેશાં સંગાથ રહેશે.
‘Be a writer. Change the world.’
Me? But I’m not a writer.
I’m just a person who writes.
My mind isn’t a prodigy,
my vocabulary is dry.
My pen is vain,
my hands sometime cry.
My letters are hypocrites,
my words are recycled.
My phrases are narcissists,
my punctuations are misplaced.
My writing is selfish.
It helps nobody, just the monster in my mind.
Sometimes it screams,
sometimes it sleeps.
In mind what is rich,
on paper becomes diluted.
“Is anyone reading?! Anyone?!”,
the paper wails in the void.
I tear it down piece by piece
and swallow it down my throat.
And then,
I write some more.
My little girl
A beautiful calm morning
A cute little bird chirping around…..
I heard something, a whisper may be
From within it was- the sound…..
I looked here and there, a little scared
Mommy mommy….I want to be cared….
A little girl was crying so hard
Mommy mommy….I want a guard…..
I chased and looked down at my baby bump
It was calling me Mommy …my little trump😘
She again said I want to live, I want a breath
I was overwhelmed and she said, I beg please don’t give me death….
I promise I will love you more than the brother
And I will not ask anything in return, my dear mother….
I want to see you,father,brother and the world too
I listened her, cried and got swirled too…
I got compunct, inside me her voice got stuck
Mommy loves you, she got you inside darling! It’s her luck….
Don’t cry. Mommy will take you out,she will love you
You are the treasure my baby, nothing will be above you….😘
In the eyes of many, a kaleidoscope am I,
A tapestry woven with hues that belie,
For I am a different person to different hearts,
A multifaceted soul, where contrast imparts.
To one, I may be a thorn, an annoyance unkind,
A riddle unsolved, a perplexing mind,
Yet in their shadows, I find strength and might,
For their resistance fuels my resilient light.
To another, I'm a star, adorned with talents rare,
A symphony of gifts, beyond compare,
They witness my prowess, my skills on display,
And their admiration guides me on my way.
To a select few, I am a whisper, serene and still,
A silent companion, tranquil and skill,
In moments of solace, we share our retreat,
Bound by understanding, a connection complete.
To the masses, I remain an enigmatic mist,
An unsolved puzzle, a name on their list,
But amidst the shadows of anonymity's haze,
I discover the essence that sets my spirit ablaze.
For who am I, to me? A quest I embark,
To peel back the layers, to unearth the spark,
I'm an amalgamation, a journey untold,
A constant evolution, as life's chapters unfold.
I am strength and vulnerability entwined,
A tapestry of contradictions, intricately designed,
No single label or box can define my entirety,
For I am the sum of my own self-discovery.
So embrace the contradictions, the shades that collide,
In the vast tapestry of life, let your true self reside, For you are a masterpiece, unique and free,
A different person to others, but to yourself, just be.
Calm as a winter night
Just you and the stars,
Nothing matters at this moment;
It's untouched.
Life seems easy,at this very moment;
Just as a bird out of a cage!
My problems seem miniature;
When I'm out in the open sky,
Welcoming me with open arms
Into a world untouched, unknown.
Mysteriously beautiful!
Magic in every step ahead
The vastness is terrifying,
Away from the crazy world,
My soul feels at home.
Loved,nurtured and cared for
My soul feels full of life;
I am finally free
Just as a bird out of a cage !
भोळ्या चंद्रास गगनी
हसती खुशाल तारे
झाडांतून चकवत फिरती
वाकुल्या दाखवित वारे!
थरथरती उंच माडही
का भरावे असे कापरे
सळसळत्या झावळ्याही
का गाती असे बेसुरे?
सांडलेल्या चांदण्याला
वाटे फुटतील आता धुमारे
सत्यात टोचती शिंपल्यांचे
मात्र काटे अनेक बोचरे!
सावल्यांच्या लांबट प्रतिमा
चिकटून सोबतीस सारे
मागे वळून पाहता
अदृष्य तयांचे पसारे!
रेतीत रुतल्या पावलांना
लपेटती दिशांचे भोवरे
राहिले आज वस्तीला
रातकिडे किर्रर्र किरकिरणारे!
नीरव शांततेस भंगती
धुसमुसळ्या लाटांचे किनारे
पाण्यात धुमसत्या आगीचे
विझवू कसे मी निखारे?