Feb 26, 2014

Farce

Guy Fawkes mask: Truth, Protest or Farce?

Is it all a farce?
What seems is not what is
And what is, is not what seems.
A veil, a mask or skin -
How do I decipher?
Is it already deciphered?
What were once believed to be foundations,
Now I find myself question their existence.
All I perceive is chaos and only confusion.

I wish I could travel back in time,
Be the child I once was -
Jump in joy and sing in rhyme,
Aloof of truth and false,
Away from all this farce.

Feb 25, 2014

दरिया-ए-दिल पे अश्कों के अंगारे !


Pic Courtesy: http://31.media.tumblr.com/d57276a1f75b927066f02a5b42413fe2/tumblr_mqzdp7XoMY1rsqn0qo1_400.jpg

"We cry not because love is over.
But because, though it is over, it still lingers."

रंग-ओ-राज़ के थे लम्हे, जब महफूज़ थे हम
               मोहब्बत के खयालों में।
बेबस, बेखुदी थी, जब मिला तौफ़ा-ए-ग़म
               बे अश्फ़ाक़ आशिकी में ।
बदल गया आलम, गुमनाम बनके रहगए है हम
               वक्त के सितम में ।
हाल हमारा आजकल बेउल्फ़त बेज़बान सी हैं
               मगर बेज़ार नहीं ज़िन्दगी से,
यादें बीते लम्हों के जैसे शहद के छत्ते 
               न छेड़ना कभी गलती से ।
न तड़पता है दिल हमारा अब बनके सहरा
               आपके एक झलक के वास्ते,
फ़िर भी न जाने क्यों आते है आप कभी कभी
               हमारे ख्वाबों के किनारे ?
मन ही मन कांपते है हम, कही फ़िर न बरसे
               दरिया-ए-दिल पे अश्कों के अंगारे !

(Moments colorful and secretive, when I was safe
Lost in thoughts of love.
Helpless was passion when I received the gift of pain
In love devoid of kindness.
World has changed, now I live almost anonymous,
In the tyranny of time.
These days I am more in silence, more in solitude,
But not in regret with life.
Memories of moments past, are like beehives,
Never to irk even by mistake.
No more does my life yearn as if like a desert,
To catch a glimpse of you.
Yet I know not why at times you pay a visit
To the banks of my dreams.
Trembling within, I am afraid if again will rain
On the river of heart, flames of tears.)

Feb 19, 2014

I see light



I see light
Not at the end of the tunnel,
But deep down in thy heart.

I see light
Not in the sparkle of distant star,
But in the gleam of thy eyes.

I see light
Not across the mountains where Sun rises,
But in the spirit with which thou fight.

I see light
Not in the far off invisible divinity,
But in the hope of thy humanity.

I see light
In thou my brother, thou my neighbor,
Thou my beloved, thou my friend.

Feb 2, 2014

Battle does persist?

 
Pic Credit: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2202574/Missionary-photos-early-1900s-life-China-years-imperial-rule.html
Serene: A boat sails down a river in the Jiangsu province of China in 1946. The placid scene belies the rebellion, occupation, civil war and natural disasters of the previous half-century


Though have passed by, these moments of the distant past
Linger at times, entwined on the streets of my heart.
Neither do I lament over the loss; nor do I regret.
Yet they creep in, reminding me the impossible retreat!

Maybe some battles can neither be won, nor forever lost.
Emotive and shattered would I used to be haunted by thought.
Am I victorious? Indifferent, least bothered now to resist.
Or are the visits still on; deep within the battle does persist?