ek baar phir kamar kas le yaar
tu daud ke jindagi se mil
phir kya hai jeet
aur kya hai haar
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
bekhabar
itne khanjar chale hain aiye bekhabar
faiz jaan gaye marna kya hoga
yahi soch ke jeete hain magar
ke shayad in haalaat par
aanson tera bhi tapka hoga
- being theatrical
faiz jaan gaye marna kya hoga
yahi soch ke jeete hain magar
ke shayad in haalaat par
aanson tera bhi tapka hoga
- being theatrical
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
depart
The time has come to cross the sea. I leave the land behind but I take the city in me. I leave the people behind but I take their love in me.
for we may not often meet
or we may never meet
is it not enough that we had it sweet
and so indeed, I depart,
with a content in my heart
for we may not often meet
or we may never meet
is it not enough that we had it sweet
and so indeed, I depart,
with a content in my heart
Monday, November 16, 2009
:)
it's a new day
the sun rises
and mountains say
cheer up
we are right here
not far away :)
- and that is our silly rhyme for the day
the sun rises
and mountains say
cheer up
we are right here
not far away :)
- and that is our silly rhyme for the day
Once more
the flatirons are glowing white against a clear blue sky, after fresh snow the day before yesterday.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
life
we meet, we come close
and we part
having seen what we have seen
having been what we have been
I think to myself
but what else is life
that oneness
that time we shared
that meeting of the heart
and we part
having seen what we have seen
having been what we have been
I think to myself
but what else is life
that oneness
that time we shared
that meeting of the heart
Thursday, November 12, 2009
rememberance
I close my eyes and find that night
when I sat beneath the twinkling stars
the fire kept the cold at bay
and the logs burned steadfast
silent the woods mingled with the wind
and the noisy river gushed past
I close my eyes and find that fire
yellow and bright
which had lit up that night
when time passed slowly
even though the flames rose fast
when I sat there watching
and the logs burned to the last
when I sat beneath the twinkling stars
the fire kept the cold at bay
and the logs burned steadfast
silent the woods mingled with the wind
and the noisy river gushed past
I close my eyes and find that fire
yellow and bright
which had lit up that night
when time passed slowly
even though the flames rose fast
when I sat there watching
and the logs burned to the last
fall off
when you are unsettled
and the mind's ravaged by thoughts
who said what
who won
and who lost
you dont know how to dispel the darkness
and things are frost
what do you do?
maybe, you spare the other a thought
but compassion my friend
cannot be, where there is me
it's easier said than had
and so, we fall off
and the mind's ravaged by thoughts
who said what
who won
and who lost
you dont know how to dispel the darkness
and things are frost
what do you do?
maybe, you spare the other a thought
but compassion my friend
cannot be, where there is me
it's easier said than had
and so, we fall off
alone
you are all alone
all by yourself
with no one to lean on to
no one to go to
nothing to hold on to
when you have the burden of past
and hopelessness of future
in that moment
you become resigned
or go insane
you sleep
or you cry
or stare vaguely at the sky
in that moment
what else can you do?
maybe look at fate in the eye
my friend,
it is easier said than done
all by yourself
with no one to lean on to
no one to go to
nothing to hold on to
when you have the burden of past
and hopelessness of future
in that moment
you become resigned
or go insane
you sleep
or you cry
or stare vaguely at the sky
in that moment
what else can you do?
maybe look at fate in the eye
my friend,
it is easier said than done
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
the fight
a part of me is the society that I come from, and a part of me is the freedom
a part of me is the fate, and a part of me is the desire
in the end, a man fights himself
fights his own, said I
fights alone, said my friend
a part of me is the fate, and a part of me is the desire
in the end, a man fights himself
fights his own, said I
fights alone, said my friend
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
we moves soon
to hindustan. we wraps up all our stuff. we empties the closets, we finds old things. first paycheck, forgotten mails, neglected coins. we sorts the valuables mechanically from the invaluables. It fills our heart, the settled dust. What is it they say? Yeh death. This ending of something. This is the ending of our life here. Inevitably, the people will become distant, no matter what they say now, what we say now. And as time passes by, we'll have pictures left to tell the tales. Not flickr, mental and dental (Here now we call upon witness to God for all the dental work we've undergone). Why does this happen. Why do we become attached, and why do we have to leave then. Why is this our nature. Why. and why do the teeth decay. Stupid teeth.
Monday, November 09, 2009
roshan
shahar tha
pata nahi sooraj ki kiran par ho sawar
teri yaad is shahar aayi thi
ya ke teri yaad par sawar ho kar
sooraj ki kiran is shahar aayi thi
pata nahi sooraj ki kiran par ho sawar
teri yaad is shahar aayi thi
ya ke teri yaad par sawar ho kar
sooraj ki kiran is shahar aayi thi
aiye khudai
kis kone jaaon
tu hi bata
koi kona aisa hai
jahan main nahi?
kis ke paas le jaoon
tu hi bata
koi dil aisa hai
jise dard nahi?
kis mitti ka banaya hai
tu hi bata
koi mitti aisi hai
jismain gard nahi?
(gard = sand) last 4 lines are meaningless juxtaposition. maybe.
tu hi bata
koi kona aisa hai
jahan main nahi?
kis ke paas le jaoon
tu hi bata
koi dil aisa hai
jise dard nahi?
kis mitti ka banaya hai
tu hi bata
koi mitti aisi hai
jismain gard nahi?
(gard = sand) last 4 lines are meaningless juxtaposition. maybe.
beeti
main abhi kuch kah bhi nahi paya tha
ki subah ki shaam ho gayi
woh aankhen jo subah kurbaan huin thi
shaam anjaan ho gayin
main abhi kuch soch bhi nahi paya tha
ki taare nikal aaye
main wahin tanha rah gaya
baki saare aage nikal aaye
ki subah ki shaam ho gayi
woh aankhen jo subah kurbaan huin thi
shaam anjaan ho gayin
main abhi kuch soch bhi nahi paya tha
ki taare nikal aaye
main wahin tanha rah gaya
baki saare aage nikal aaye
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
you r fired
kismet ne milna likha hoga
toh milenge
nahi toh kismet ko fire kar denge
you r fired
- zok tha vi
toh milenge
nahi toh kismet ko fire kar denge
you r fired
- zok tha vi
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
bande
zis picture ka hero tu hai
us picture ka zero main hai
director ne tujhe woh role de diya
jiski thesis maine kari thi
- in jest
us picture ka zero main hai
director ne tujhe woh role de diya
jiski thesis maine kari thi
- in jest
Monday, November 02, 2009
Motto
I have a dream of my own
A life of my own
jo maine chuni hai
acchi buri
haar jeet jo bhi hai
meri apni hai
- a friend on life
A life of my own
jo maine chuni hai
acchi buri
haar jeet jo bhi hai
meri apni hai
- a friend on life
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