curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
when you will start talking
and search for words
dont ever worry
the menaings are more importnat than teh words
this is a leasson, i have learned
may be you will also learn
but i know you will learn
it sooner than i thought you should
forgive us, can not help your journey
no matter how much we wish
the shade giving trees
have started charging atax
for the shade
and they will not let us in
but how can aroma of the fire
we burn in our garden to pray for you
not reach you
ships were in harbour windows did not prevent light from sieving all the ruminations that were going on in the turns of skirt of deep clouds scattered all around that day, and this day all the days in fact
when the trees will have hard bark
and the shade will attract sweet strangers
you may not recognise the footprints
of those who denied us the entry
into your world
but remember,
we will always be there
in the fom of clouds
ready to rain,
ready to rain
never will you be alone, or in pain
why do good people suffer
why do roads have turns
particularly the ones which lead to
a church or a temple
why do clouds drain when they
become heavy with their past
why do birds forget their way
why do lights hold sway
i do not know,
but i do know that some
friends are no more what they used to be
they are kind and considerate
and therefor, do not look back,
knowing that i can not defy their call
why did you see the watch
well, it is just like that, no particular reason
no, you wanted to say that its enough
no i invited you to sit with me
talk to me, be with me
yes, you did,
but you can only invite
you can not tell me when i should go
well, then what should i do
put blinkers on your eyes
dont see any where else
except looking at me
ok, i will do that, now tell me,
where do i get blinkers from
i will just go
once again, you are talking about going,
well to get the blinkers you see
tum nahin sudhorogey,
you will never improve
i am very happy that you are back where u belong, the ethereal world of faith, hope and trust, who knows, and who cares whether there has grown on the iron girdle, a lot of rust what matters is the cleavage in the destiny of all the constraints which prevented you from crossing over to this world here and now the joy, love, and a concern, very fair, very just
koi diya tat par kisi nadiya ke,
kya malum kis lehar ko,
phir sujhega thoda chhal,
bina kisee andolan ke,
phir bheegega koi aanchal,
tum ab aur deep jalao,
man mein koi geet bajao,
nahin kisee ki karo prateeksha,
chaltey jao, bas tum chaltey jao
why should the morning wind
not spare the grass
of caresses of dew
and strokes of warm slices of touch
of the wishes that blossom
in the garden of instinctive love
why should we remain on the edge
of the lake
in which lillies bloom to attract the bees
that will not betray the
nectar of disinterested
devotion,
boond boond kar ke bhara tha, sagar itna bada
kyun tumhey yeh khali laga, bolo, kyun laga
kya suraj tumharey baag mein ek naya ug aaya hai,
uski garmi ne sara mom merey dil ka pighlaya hai
jara soch kar batana, kitna bhoja dil par tha ab tak
kis ki baat lagi thi dil par, kyun man itna aahat tha ab tak
kya ab shaam ho chali hai jindagi ki, kisney kaha
yuhin kabhi koi takleef kam hoti nahin, mera dil bahut baha, khub baha
do we escape the orbits of oscilating time bells
why should not we shout
at the peak of our voice
how nice is it to
feel
what is said, and what is not
but then we should still express
all the thoughts
that surface on teh brim of teh cup
in which you have poured the tea of tired tears