Flowing

i do what not i want to do...
just what i know is true...

what i know is right...
not comfortable in the near sight...

it may be the difficult way to learn...
but its the one for the best returns...

for me in the long run... i know i grow...
from this crow with this sound of the croak...

to a dove of peace and purity and whiteness...
this transition you may witness...

its more fun this way than i thought...
although against this way earlier i fought...

each moment fills up like a dance...
and each second goes like a trance...

so even if things are difficult early ...
you just need to be there and be sturdy...

as you walk across and reach the horizon...
you know what is the spirit of the sun...

Revisiting

Hi this is a poem I wrote in Hindi late last year ...


Tu hi toh banata hai apni kismat,
Phir bhi hai teri yeh fitrat,
Ki sochta hai main kya hoon...
Mann se kehta hai ki kuch ban jau...
Dete huye khushi sabko...
Kyu tu kosta hai khudko?
Tera khuda hai tere saath,
Aur koi aggar ho bhi paas...
Nahi de sakta itni khuski ...
Jo uski ibaadat se hia milti...
Tu sawaal pooch ... woh jawab dega...
Usne hi toh tujhe kiya hai paida...
Basa hai teri rooh mein...
Sirf ek muskurahat se sama jayega usmein...
Kabhi nahi tu hai akela...
Khuda hamesha se hai tera...


Its been a while since I wrote something...

here is what i wrote to my word:

where have you vanished my dear words?
its been sometime since from you i heard...


you visited me so often earlier...
those times werent this merrier...

is it that you act as a vent?
in times i cannot mend?

and go away when i am back to being me,
that is how it is... you now i dont see...