On way to Meherabad

Yes, I am a good for nothing
I can only sing
songs without a meaning

Yet, whenever I sing
In my soul does love spring
with the majesty of The King.

Lonely as I may seem
I am merely His moonbeam
My world is His dream.

a requiem to an immortal song{a tribute to jagjit singh}

Translated from hindustani[honton ko choo loon main...]

let me touch the lips
let me kiss your songs

with a lifetime of love in my heart
let me follow the ritual
let me kiss your songs

like heartbeats sing forever in my life
let me caress the breath
let me kiss your songs

your world is eternal and i love you
let me live the relationship
let me live your songs

Twinkling Tears

Its her birthday and i don't know what to write.
She grieves.
She is not alone. Her family grieves with her.

She was his "little" darling
The star of his post retirement days
One could feel his love for her
even when he wasn't around

It shone in her eyes.
"Twinkle...twinkle..."

He is gone.
From the outer world to the inner world.
Unseen but felt.
Felt more strongly than ever.

I never met him
Yet I feel his presence more than I ever did in my daydreams.

Yes, she was his "little" darling-
My "little princess"

And she grieves
I know
And I can do nothing.

How can I even wish her a "happy birthday"???

HUM TOH HUZOOR SADAA....[A translation from hindustani...]

I live in an intoxicated state always
Joy or sorrow i bear them the same way

See the magic of her companionship
I say even the mundane things in couplets

Tell me,what's the matter tonight?
Her heart aches and my eyes are crying

Its been a while since we had a conversation yet
How well do we understand each other!

Replies....

She asked-" So there is no one in your life?"

I replied-"Everyone is my life."


They said-" You are humiliating yourself in love!"

I said-" I am illuminating myself in love."

Today

Most people are lonely.
Some say they are alone.
I say-"I am with God."

One morning....

I woke
to the murmurs
of my harmonious heartbeat

splashed!!!
My face with a smile

Looked at the sun
& scratched my stubble


In the kitchen
I found
the leftover
of last night’s MOON

&

dipped it in my hot morning tea

“good morning ”-it was her text message as usual

As usual my reply was a –
“”

I scrambled a couple of clouds
Spiced with her thoughts for breakfast.

“bon appetite”-
It was her message once again

Oh yes!!


Last night
we were in a
SPARKLING MOOD
& had made
yummy LOVE

Later
I
had her
kisses for dessert

&

She had a
BITE
Of my left ear

As the night got warmer & delicate
Her phone rang

It was HIM saying-
“am on my way home”


On the way back to
My home
I took a turn
Leading me on to a road of guilt

Her wedding ring
shone on my finger
burning my heart


I look at
My finger
bleeding
water melon


“tonight?”-its she
again

I smile & go back to sleep.

It would be just another night
but
a new one
like other nights

“so long” – I answer her
Siesta


Love?