Aakhon ka Kasur

ये आँखें
सब देखती है
क़सूर क्या इनका है
मन का शीशा है
जो बिखरा हुआ है

कौन सी बातें हैं
जो कहें हम
जो अछी लगें
शब्दों का ज़ायक़ा
कुछ बिगड़ा हुआ है

सारा जहां ज़हन में है
क्यूँ फ़िज़ूल
जमाने से ख़फ़ा हैं
मन का चश्मा है
जो ज़रा पोशिदा है

I am home

The house stood tall
Proud and elegant
Like it’s been waiting

The swing watched
Quite and static
Like it’s been waiting

The porch extended its arm
painted freshly red
Dressed elaborately to receive

The demon face smiles
Vainly trying to scare
Grossly unable to deceive

The furniture sits calmly
Sure of us to sit with them
Yet a bit impatient

The calendar marks the date
Crossing each passing day
Today they arrive on vacation

The walls reverberate
The shouts and laughter
Filling up the empty space within

The craving hugs
The hand that ruffles the hair
Brings that happy grin

Eyes full of longing
watch with happy anticipation
they have been waiting

I am home
Filled with love and bliss
Something I have been waiting

I think….

I think music is a portal to another dimension. It has the ability to move you through and beyond the physical experience of sound.

Sound, which exists in the trappings of the four-dimensional universe is only a means. The only requirement is to hear the music beyond the physical hearing. To feel it and then be moved through the sound waves, beyond the physical domain.

Discovering the multiple dimensions hidden in the waves. Those dimensions are not physical and beyond the equations. There beyond the physical realm is the symphony of creation. The entire essence resonates with one’s being. That’s where the gods live, that’s where you can always be. There are only a few who can travel and experience that feeling.

It is not anywhere. It is not a place, not in a physical sense. Music is not only the means. It is also the fabric, where all exists. And where you are just a vibration, a musical note like everything else.

Just music.

The dream of Democracy

The dream of democracy
Utopian it may be,
but full of hope… it is.

Many voices
through one,
a dream it may be
but full of hope… it is

Virtuous leader emerge
Reflecting the voices
Chaotic fairness it may be,
but full of hope… it is

Power to the people
Through the will of people
For the wish of the people
Idealistic it is
but full of hope… it is

It is a dream
isnt it?
Utopian it may be
but full of hope… it is

The din would stop

The din would stop
The clamour would cease
In the calm that follows
You will find me

And when you do
Promise me you shall
Be true in what you do
True in what you be

For what you are
Is because of me
For what you must be
is what they see

You will recognise
I haven’t changed
In the changing times
I have remained

Steadfast and pure
In there in you
In the mirror
Out there too

Khwabon ka zayaka

ज़ायक़ा शायद
वैसा ही होगा
जैसा चखा था
उन महकते ख़्वाबों में

बदन की ख़ुशबू
मन की महक
जुड़ से गए हैं
इन सिसकती साँसों में

असल और ख़्वाब
में फ़रक
थोड़ा धुंधला गया है
इन उलझे ख़यालों में

भूल गया हूँ
क्या सच है क्या ख़्वाब है
मगन हूँ में बस
उन साँचे एहसासों में

एक निवाला प्यार का
शिद्दत से चखा है
असल का तो पता नहीं
शायद वो भी ख़्वाब हो