Imagination
Flies unrestrained
Wild and unbridled
No shackles no boundaries
Beyond
Place in my heart
There is a place
in my heart
Where love hurts
Lurks in the depths
Sometimes hidden
Sometimes it erupts
Not in words
Nor in sight
Has no end, and no start
I am alone there
It’s my space
Tucked deep in my heart
Rise
I have risen
From the shadow of myself
And I reach myself
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
Responsibility with power
I am their belief
must fulfil expectations
my solemn duty
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
Gliding on happiness
Wind staying free
In the warm sunny sun
Retaining the chill
My heart follows
Wandering like wind
Free in Will
I glide
Untouched by ground
The road tries too
Music plays
Mountain and trees dance
They hear them too
My eyes reflect the blue
I am shaded
By the blue skies
I am on the way
All have lined up along
They wave goodbyes
Albatross sails
The albatross sails
over the stormy sea
From the lofty heights
storm is a spectacle to see
The feathers flutter
the icy winds oppose
But it flies calm
Focussed on the purpose it knows
The keen eyes search
For food below
It flies high
Sometimes it swoops low
To find something to eat,
And some in the beak to store
To feed the hungry little mouths
Waiting in the nest on shore
The keen eyes don’t miss
Shining scales are spotted
The bird dives
Closing in on what it wanted
It strikes the water
Swoops on the feed
In a practiced motion
Hunts for just the need
wings flap to fly
But in vain
The nets trap the wings
It cries in pain
The nets entangle
Cuts into the wings
It looks to the shore
In melancholy it sings
It was taught to fly
To hunt for what it could feed
Who knew of the net laid
By the hunter who eats for his greed
It’s cries are drowned
In the roar of the sea
The hungry mouths on the shore cry
Forlorn eyes look expectantly to thee
Infected
ingress of the unseen
a touch of another
From one of us
Inadvertent and unknowing
In us it resides
In me it thrives
In me it lives
Unseen and undetected
I change
It changes me
it’s presence within
makes me a threat
Avoided and Detested
To be locked
From others as me
To save the rest
Till it dies within
Confined and protected
It is stopping us
From being what we are
to be human, to be social
We live Confined
Afraid and dejected
It’s not the disease
It’s not our body
It’s our minds
I am afraid
affected and infected
