man mein bhar lo swar karuna key har pal
do asshiward un sab khsan ko, jinse ho man vihwal
karuna ki kanjoosi na ho, naynao mein ho daya drishti
mahak jaaye saara jeevan, mahak jaayey saari sristi
when a seed is sown
when a seed is sown
do we bother whose seed it is
earth claims it
plants that have withered away
are not even around to submit their say
and the ploughman just opens the furrow
how do i tell you, o wind
whether you should bring clouds
now or later
when you even do not know
warmth of whose heart will propel you
in which direction
among many branches that you had
among many branches that you had
i could have perched on any
but could i
i needed to be there alone
but the tree is not mine, nor the sky
i fly but even wings are not mine
they have their own limits
but not my heart
i can be there above and around you
for ever
no matter
if the tree lives or dies
you did not ask
you did not ask, if you are right or wrong, when life became a journey into deep woods of nothingness, you did not need to be reminded that way ahead could end up in lake, from where one may never come back,
drowning in this lake is not worse than floating alive on the surface,
did i feel pain
when i did not feel others’ pain, was it because i had become engrossed in my own pain, can my pain ever be more deeper than that of others about whom i care,
do you wish me to remember
do you wish me to remember
why the dust rises so often now a days
when you come back
and gets into your eyes
you rub your eyes and despite all warning
persist
as if the dust will come out
worried about hurting the lids
over the deep gazes
but then you have often hurt yourself
do not do it again
will you let dust settle till some tears wash them away
when the swans dont dance
when teh swans dont dance
but the waves get into a trance
who bothers, who waits
but for some one, the ship seldom sails
when the waves are placid,
the tubulence invites
and anxiety placates
and she thinks, its all waste
tantrums have lost their edge
but the winter bites
sweater you gave is not warm enough
may be i should take a cold water bath
instead of fighting cold, i should assimilate it,
is that why you are volcanic, asked the boat
what could have wave said,
she smiled and moved towards the other shore
the change that i forgot to keep track of, is on us,
the change that i forgot to keep track of, is on us,
the storm has passed
but when you were standing in the doorway
i was wondering
if it is like the rain that occures in spurts
some times on , some times off, but the drizzle continues
i am not wet, though it rained whole night
i was standing under the tree
which has sheltered me always
every time when
i have needed the shade,
will the dance of dark gazes on the floor of the house of hopes stop me
will the dance of dark gazes on the floor of the house of hopes stop me
will your calls for returning to the same graveyard of a sufi saint persuade me
will i ask again what i have avoided all these years,
the need to paint, write songs and dance on the floor
ruptured by the joyful waves
and the gazes of the eyes that have seen through me all, always
did i do wrong
did i do wrong
by withholding what i needed to tell
so long as it was done and done well,
and who was harmed by my action today
will it have harmed some one tomorrow
if unchecked,
could i have done some thing
which would have harmed me
who will give me answers to these questions
you quote Gita to say, vivek ( self reflection) and sannidhya( company)
but my friends tell me i did no wrong
and my conscience says too that i was right
who would then decide what is the right way
have others who followed this path put others into trouble
will this have put me also in trouble
will i avoid only actions which put me into trouble
or also those which affect others
either in deed or morality,
how can a deed be right and still be immoral
may be when the right means get in the way of right ends?