Melody: Kiss of silence.

PC: www.toddmckimmey.com

 

 

 

These days, I strum the strings

Yet silence refuses to be romanced.

What if she smiles and stares?

Not every note is the magic of music.

Melody is only when deep in her soul,

Silence wills, all by herself, to get kissed.

Agreed.... Yet....?

“For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks… the work for which all other work is but preparation" 
- Rainer Maria Rilke

The secret of the setting Sun or the secret of the scheming spider? 

(PC: Myself)

अगर आख़िर में तुझे राज़ ही बनके रहना था 

तो बाँटके दर्द, बनाया क्यों मुझे राज़दार?

(If in the end, you had to remain a secret

Why did you share thy pain and

trust me with secrets?)

Agreed, you intend not to invoke 
     ever again those incomplete words.
Agreed, you intend not to knit 
     any further those incomplete dreams.
Agreed, all beautiful things 
     must at some point come to an end.
Yet, why does this incomplete craving 
     of the heart refuse to cease?
Yet, why does this chaos of emotion
     refuse to surrender to the logic of reason?
Yet, why do I have so many complaints
     when I accept all that has happened?

Faith in humanity

 

 Reason and logic are my Gods,
Instincts and intuition my angels.
Doubt my guiding torch,
Ideas my inspiration.
Yet, I shall trust men and women,
Value relationships, Reciprocate love.
And place my ultimate faith
In humanity alone.

घर वापसी *

PC: http://www.millenniumpost.in

 

To those campaigns of religious conversions and reconversions,
Where I am afraid if in emphasizing an identity of religion
We deny ourselves the identity of being human.

* The recent campaigns of supposedly reconverting Muslims and Christians to Hinduism are being described as "ghar vapasi" (Returning back home)

घर वापस आने को घर भी तो हो अपना !
ना ईंट-ओ-पत्तर का, ना कौम-ओ-मज़हब का,
घर होता हैं प्यार-ओ-इज़्ज़त का, दिल-ओ-दर्द का।

  ना हो घर ऐसा तो बेहाल ज़िन्दगी बेघर ही सही ।

(To return back home, one should have a home of his own.
Not that of bricks and stones, Not that of community and religion,
A home is that of love and respect, that of heart and pain.
If home is not as such, miserable life at peace being homeless!)

The killing of God

© Jorge Royan / http://www.royan.com.ar / CC-BY-SA-3.0

In the haunting memory of those children who were inhumanely shot at Peshawar

" घर से मस्जिद है बहुत दूर चलो यूँ कर लें,
किसी रोते हुए बच्चे को हंसाया जाये "

                    - लखनऊ निदा फाजली

(The Mosque is far from home, come on let us do so,

Let us bring smile on the face of a crying child.)

I re-embraced faith

For I found God

In the smile of

An innocent child.

I denounce it again

For there is a devil

In the heart of men

That kills God at will.

सच्चाई क्या हैं?

आपकी दुनिया में हम कभी आ नहीं पायेंगे
हमारी दुनिया में आप कभी जी नहीं पायेंगे
हम दोनों यह हक़ीक़त को जानते जरूर हैं ।
फ़िर भी ये दीवाने दिल एक दूसरे के लिए
धडकते क्यों हैं, तड़पते क्यों हैं?
फ़िर भी ये अश्क़ भरे आँखे एक दूसरे के
राह देखते क्यों हैं, ख्वाब बुनते क्यों हैं?
फ़िर भी मेरे हर आहट में, हर चाहत में
तेरी परछाई क्यों हैं, आखिर सच्चाई क्या हैं?

(Into thy world, never can I come
In my world, never can thou live
Both of us do know this truth.
Yet why do these crazy hearts
Go restless, beat for one another?
Yet why do these tears filled eyes
Long for arrival and knit dreams?
Yet in the whisper of every step
And in every single desire of mine
Why is there a shadow of yours?
At the end, what actually is the truth?)

मुहब्बत के दर्द

 

PC: Kotresh HR

"The loss of love is a terrible thing;
They lie who say that death is worse."
- Countee Cullen

वो जो कभी मेरी रूँह की साँस थी
आज बस एक याद की परछाई हैं।
वो जो अभी मेरे दिल की धड़कन हैं
कल बस एक खयाल ही बन बचेगी।
लेकिन जैसे तब न साँस रोक पाया था
वैसे अब दिल की धड़कन न रोक पा रहा।
गुज़रे बिन रिहा कहाँ मुहब्बत के दर्द से?

(She who was once the breath of my soul
Is today only a shadow of memory. 

She who is now the beat of my heart
Will also one day remain only a thought.
But like how I couldn't stop breathing then
I am not able to stop my heart from beating now. 
Without having undergone, how is one 

                             liberated from the pain of love?)