Wednesday, June 25, 2014

ये शहर

ये शहर (translation below)
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दरिया की मौज में
मंजिलों की खोज में
खोया है ये शहर

सनकियों के कहर से
कुदरत की लहर से
रोया है ये शहर

आँखों में एक ख्वाहिश लिए है
ये जिंदा अब भी इस लिए है
के इंसान की ख्वाब की ताकत को
उसकी उम्मीद की हिम्मत को
आँधियों में परख सके

आंधी को झेलने वालों को
तूफ़ान से खेलने वालों को
बोया है ये शहर

सोना है इस ज़मीन में गढ़ा
बस खोदने की चाहत चाहिए
सुनहरे पंख इसकी फिजा में
बटोरने की ताकत लाइए

सेंकड़ों ख्वाबों को
उनके सैलाबों को
पिरोया है ये शहर

थका है ज़रूर
पर अभी मत कहना
की सोया है ये शहर 

Ye shaher (this city)
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Dariya ki mauj mein
Manzilon ki khoj mein
Khoya hei ye shaher
(Translation: The city is engrossed in the wave of the sea, in the search of destination)

Sankiyon ke kahar se
Kudrat ki leher se
Roya hei ye shaher
(Translation: In the wrath of the attackers, in the fury of the nature, this city has cried)

Aankhon mein ek khwahish liye hei
Ye zinda ab bhi isliye hei
Ke insaan ki khwaab ki takat ko
Uski ummeed ki himmat ko
Aandhion mein parakh sake
(Translation: A dream is brimming in the eyes, the city is still alive, to test the power of human dreams and the guts of hope, in stormy winds)

Anndhion ko jhelne walon ko
Toofan se khelne walon ko
Boya hei ye shaher
(Translation: This city has bred the survivors of turbulence and the daredevils who have flirted with storms)

Sona hei is zameen mein gadha
Bas khodne ki chahat chahiye
Sunhare pankh iski fiza mein
Batorne ki takat layiye
(Translation : There is gold buried in this soil, get your will to dig. There are golden feathers in the wind, get your strength to collect)

Seinkdon khwabon ko
Unke sailabon ko
Piroya hei ye shaher
(Translation : Hundreds of dreams and the deluge of those , has been strung together by this city)

Thaka hai zaroor
Par abhi mat kehna
Ki soya hei ye shaher
(Translation : You might say it is tired, but don’t say it yet, that the city is asleep)

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Storm in my sea

[Inspiration taken from the ideas of a friend]

Behold kings who rule the nations
Lands and seas and all in sight
Yet, we are lords by our own might
We are studs in our own right

Scenes eternal transcending time
Of nights, heights and music sublime
Dont opinions on me form
To your standards i dont conform
The reds in your lines and green in eyes
I will have my grunts and you your sighs

A continual progression of pain and glory
Intoxication and heights is my story
The highs that notes sing about
standing on those peaks i shout
We are lords by our own might
We are studs in our own right

The magic of the music haunts you
The glory of the tunes taunts you
Never bowing to the beats of the days
Its the rhythm in your mind that plays
Never at the end of the way
The end is yours to decide everyday

Pretend not beyond you
Throw the mask if you attempting too
Your need for conformity makes me cringe
Unstable life on life's own hinge

There is a storm inside my sea
One that the world shall never see
One thats beyond gloom and any glee
My spirit inside me is free

For me all things and beings mortals
Are blocked from my own sight
We are lords by our own might
We are studs in our own right

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Leave or live

soul inside
will you confide
do you with your being reason
see your body as a prison
or is it a horse it rides
to take senses to lakesides
green meadows
murmers of the stream
flowers of the valley
sweet berries on a tree
with a rough bark
to elaborate awareness
the horse you harness
soul's freedom can be gained
by not leaving the body
but by living the body

From the life it's been

The germ now freed
the sperm, the seed
Churners of humanity
The art of the nature
are you close enough
to the waves that build
the hills and the field
dont drift away from
the strings and the drum
lest you find the self
in incoherent space and time
land of no reason nor rhyme
mother, take me in
from the life it's been

I was meant to fly

My wings are jammed now
my feathers coarse with dust
my vision is shortening
my feet getting stronger
i run with the hare today
though i was meant to fly
i live my alter ego
with the spirit of a spy

SHOULDs?

Are there any 'should's
on the bridge to the otherside
will you in fate confide
on the boat rocking the stream
should you whisper or scream
are there any 'should's
any bad, any goods

Want to be the hum


Where the stars join
To form the moon
Lies a land which
We all shall see too soon
Sources and dark sinks
And the binding links
Summarizes the thoughts
The actions, the outcomes
Of murmering bees
And their honeycombs
I want to be the thread
That weaves through
A small part of each whole
Of the blackest blackhole
Want to be the hum
To be the beat of the drum
Once before i die
I live my alter ego
With the spirit of a spy