I wonder today what life could be.
It could be a pack of cards with aces all for me.
It could be an endless beach of fortunes and treasures troves,
Or, it could be a lonely island with visitors…only doves.
It could be a dense jungle, with beasts prowling by,
Or, it could be rising citadel with limits only the sky.
It could be witches chamber where spells are cast on you,
Or it could be helping hand, guiding you all the way through.
It could be a beauty’s touch, your passions all increase,
Or it could be a saint’s blessing your lust for the world decrease.
It could be the urge inside, where you sacrifice everything for your motherland,
Or it can be religious fanatism where you die for a piece of land.
Whatever time you have, it passes by day and night,
And it’s better to use it the way that you think its right.
And make a name in whatever way, with the passing of every day,
For time shall cease and your soul will find release,
And then you move on to the next world’s way!!!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Life - My Definition
High Rise Grave
Far above the ground, a high rises lonely balcony…he sits
On the top but all alone
Fresh air, clean air…no fragrance
He watches the sun go down,
And looks at the people on the ground
Dwarfed by the distance, crawling like insects
He has risen from that dust and grind
On the top but all alone
But, he is happy to be there,
Alone…solitude…no conversations…no interactions…
No hustle-bustle…no pains.
Listens to the music of a far off land
Seems familiar but he can’t remember
Some faces float before him,
Eroded by the sands of time
He tries to relate them, but the shinning lights blur them
He sits and watches the lights of this big city
On the top but all alone
His eyes sparkle, but they are vacant,
His face has wrinkles, each telling its own story,
Of love, hate, betrayal, and denial,
Of sacrifices, responsibilities, loyalty,
Of success and failures, meetings and separations,
Of the battle and the war,
He won the battle … he lost the war
On the top and all alone
His food is rich and warm,
But there is no one to dine with him,
His life is lavish but charm less,
He lives because death is not his need,
He has conquered life…death has forsaken him
On the top and all alone
His cushioned bed awaits him,
Each night’s cold grave
Every morning he rises like a dead man,
And descends from his high tomb
To deal with the livings below
Whom he abandoned long ago for this height….
This height of success
This height of power
This height of glory
This height of perfection
This height of rich life
This height of the “living death”
He wanted this height, he needed it
He fought for this height, he strived for it
Sacrificed everything for this height and he attained it,
No Regrets…he got his grave atop a high rise
That’s what Love is!
That I know you, is not enough
And, that you know me is also not the end
But, that we know each other like we know ourselves-
That’s what Love is!
That you can satisfy me, is not enough
And, that I can fulfill all your desires is also not the end
But, that our mutual satisfaction quenches the thirst of our individual desires-
That’s what Love is!
That your life is mine, is not enough
And, that mine is all yours, is also not the end
But, that the culmination of our lives should be the epitome of your existence-
That’s what Love is!
That I live for you is not enough
And that you live for me is also not the end
But, that our love for living for each other makes our love live-
That’s what Love is!
That your pains are mine, is not enough
And, that my sorrows are yours is also not the end
But, that the bliss of our being together should drown our combined unhappiness-
That’s what Love is!
That I am perfect, is not true
That you are perfect, is also not the truth
But, that you and I together makes everything perfect-
That’s what Love is!
That I am significant, is not enough
That you are important, is also not the end
But, that when we are one, we make everything else insignificant-
That’s what Love is!
That I am incomplete without, is not enough
That you are half without me, is also not the end
But, that your and my union makes complete out of incomplete-
That’s what Love is!
That I will die for you, is not enough
And, that you will not live without me, is also not the end
But, that we live for each other although it’s like a thousand deaths-
That’s what Love is!
That you worship me, is not enough
And, that I worship you is also not the end
But, that our Love is God and there is no one greater than him-
That’s what Love is!
Best Wishes - A Poem in Hindi
A poem that I wrote in Hindi. My parting wishes to an old friend...
चींटियों सा कभी रेंगता है, तो कभी लेहेराते दारिया सा चला जाता है
वक्त तो हाँथ में रेत जैसा है, न जाने कहाँ से निकल जाता है
कल था की तुम मिले थे, आज है की जा रहे हो
जो वादे किए थे तुमने, आज उन सब को झुटला रहे हो
कहने को कुछ और नहीं, तो यह कहता हूँ में
जहाँ जाओ खुश रहो, जीवन में मन लगा के अपना काम करना
और कभी फुरसत मिले तो पीछे मुड़ के इस मील के पत्थर को याद करना
उसका चर्चा सारे ज़माने में है
Just something that popped into my mind recently...
उसका चर्चा सारे ज़माने में है, क्या जिंदा दिली उस देवाने में है.
कहीं से कोई दर्द दिख न जाए, येही तो मज़ा उसके छुपाने में है.
शमा को अपनी रौशनी पर गुरूर है तो रहे, इश्क में जल जाने का गुरूर तो सिर्फ़ परवाने में है.
ऐय खुदा तेरे दीदार की तमन्ना है, बढ़ती नहीं तेरी शान ऐसे तरसने में है
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