Every morning
I embark upon an expedition
In search of some meaning
To make sense of it all
There are innumerable dunes
Of varying size and complexity
On this infernal plane of existence
I hop on,
From one to another
Under scorching heat of passions
......
Come out of the clouds , my only star of this darkest night called life.
I breathed with the hope of blowing some
air, so that my only star of this darkest night would burn brighter.
The star was shining so that it could see me breathing out the air which became its light.
This is what people call ‘hope’.
The hope which i got from it and it got from me.
The last gasp , i shall breathe out my soul and would come floating in the air to you
For a moment we would burn the brightest.
And then i will stay up and you would go down.
Now you shall breathe and i shall burn.
......
Here I am
Living with my heart
that has been beating
in a never-ending way,
Resonating to the
lyrics of wind
blowing among the trees
that chat so silently
in forests distant, unknown.
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Have you ever
Soothed the pain
Of the weary?
Have you ever
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Here I am
Living with my heart
that has been beating
in a never-ending way,
Resonating to the
lyrics of wind
blowing among the trees
that chat so silently
in forests distant, unknown.
......
Have you ever
Soothed the pain
Of the weary?
Have you ever
......
You came again to me-
In the moonlit night,
Once more in March.
Like the other nights,
......
Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-
For someone might
Turn up a day.
Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,
......