Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Path

I turn and see a long way, behind


In the distance – a home

I look ahead and see

In the distance- the home



I have traveled

Years and miles

Yet not moved an inch

On the homebound aisle



I remember my fatigues

I cry over my joys

My solitudes, my sorrows

On the path of my choice



Did I have a choice at all?

I wonder as I look ahead

The path has kept me alive

I will arrive home-dead.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

just like that

Life is but dribbling Towards the goal Nothing is free To one who has sold his soul To the arms of death A child is born Every moment- a mirage Caught up in a storm.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

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.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

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

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

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"???

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

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."