saanse nahi

An attempt to write in a 'foreign' language :p

Tu hain yahi teri sanse nahin,
tere liye to yeh anshu bahe,
Tere ruh ki talash mein yuh,
Bikhre hai hum aab jina nahi,.

Aankh hai band andhera to nahi,
Jago abhi,mein hu yahi...

Dhudla hai tere bin sare pal,
Jina nahi yin sanso ki kaid mein,
Tere yad liye chal pade hai hum,
aanshu ki is tanha raeth mein..

Jina nahi in sanso mein,
Tere ash mein marte hai hum,
Mein bhi yaha,tu hai yahi,
Bas ek nami,
Tere sanse nahin
Tere sanse nahin...

behind the curtains

The curtains now dropped
unveils the aftermath of distress
man who cannot be the 'hero'
the one they portrayed
woman who's 'beauty' steeps down
draining in the isle of reality,,,

Who can stop a heart that loves to lament??

Sometimes you just have to ignore. You went past me smiling at something else,, I will treasure that moment, that smile..We both forgot to smile at the same time...And life has just begun again for you and me, in different sides, in different world...Damned Heart!!!

As happy a heart wants to be, it always searches for a reason to weep and feel sad about. And one may not find happiness despite a life time of pursuit but misery is something that comes along to those who wish for it, to those who have made it a companion; unable to walk past the moment it lured them the first time. It’s no freaking addiction, not even close to depression. Its dimensions are unmatched, unaccounted and uncertain. You cannot tame your tears to the will of your mind. It’s connected to your heart where every other emotion is pumped into. It’s a strange vivid mesmerize.

Oh how I wish to forget her, her death, her vivid memories that come by sometimes. Oh how I wish we could have done something, you and me, when we were there for each other. I miss her. Life is good now. But wouldn’t it be better if you hadn’t given me a chance to be with you in the aftermath? Wouldn’t it be better if you had given me a chance to realize the promises I made to her? 

Ma pagal baru

Mero mol nabhae
ma pagal baru
Mero bol nabhae
ma lato baru

K garchau ta?
ma sundina
ma bairo baru
Sakchau apnauna?
ma ghulindina
ma pagalai bes,
ma tuhuro baru

Hasdina timro muskan ma
na runchu huda anshu ko jhari
ma sakdina koshau hidna pani
aalas ko baisakhi ma birajman
ma apahich baru

Pareli le chopdai, sansar bhulauchu
khole kahile, ekohoro tolauchu
k bato dekhau timilai
ma bhautarieko batuwa
ma andho baru
ma pagal baru!!!

Charity Clouds

Two days in a row

And the rains still don’t give up

The charity clouds satire

To the leaders who have stopped

Nature humors in the most unusual of ways

We laugh on a sitcom, where we are the characters deployed

We compete soaring up in the sky

And rain cuts down the manja, calls it a tie.

Society

A couple of repeated playback of INTO THE WILD  did that to me :p

say me never
i cant be a man,
well i am; and inside out
you have but no discrettion
and here i remain
society! make your confession

society say to me
what have you done to keep me down
i shall than make you free
to negotiate, not to conspire
keeping me down, hunting my survival
i will let you remain
you need to make your confession

you came as i made it in
and now you take all of me
i am not a part of you, society
there will be no salvation
i am and will remain
with or wihout your confession

Valentine

On February 14th,2009, I wrote this to my girl...13 days after that, she left me :p

like the sunset does to a couple on a hill
like the star does to a kid on a field
like the cricket does to a silent dawn
you do that to me when i am alone

like the bird does to a prisoner on his cell
like love does to the heart hidden in veil
like rains do to the harvesting plain  
you do that to me when i am in pain


like a song does to the numb ear
like the guardian does to his subjects fear
like an empty glass does to a bottle of wine
you do that to me my precious valentine

Kat-thai

Yo samixya ma almaline jhijo saanjh haru
matyaudai yinlai jhulaune mero athot ra prayas
mera ansu ma latpatieka ankha timro gajalu
kat-thai mera sabda, mera ritto ratharu

Adhuro timro premi ko yi rachana haru
kapi bhitra matra korieko sapana ra saath
selaudai gayeu, bilaudai gayeu meri mayalu
kathaai po banyo, kat-thai mera sapana haru

Afterglow

(My friend Nissan was the first person who made me listen to this song while i was going through a break up back in Delhi....It just inspired me to write a similar one) Inspired from Whisky Lullaby....And coincidentally Afterglow is also a song by INXS and one of my all time favorites :)


She never looked back at what she left
His shadow remained still and dead
He faked moving on to keep her away
but his days were full of her yesterday
and one gloomy night in his pain
he hung on a rope, with a note on his hand
he stood still with no floor to touch below
he wrote-
i free myself from your afterglow

She knew she had made a big mistake
she went dry for days after she wept
she faked her life that had gone grey
but her days were full of his yesterday
And one gloomy night in her pain
She took a knife and a note in her hand
she slid it to her wrist and bleed below
she wrote-
i surrender myself to your afterglow

Deep Contemplation

Conspiracy,confusion and collusion
of power, money and conclusions
No redemption of peace and glory
army green kids learning in play stations

Compilation of peace talks and negotioations
fraud, deception, infatuation and temptations
No Romeo and Juliet singing freedom songs
Breathing contamination for selfish intentions

Slavery veils behind the racial discrimination
leaders convince by faking worthwhile anticipation
over thrown dictatorship still rule the huamn mind
every heart beats a hitler in vengeance and lamentation

Where is the dream, the king saw
where is the peace, bapu seeked
where is the life that lives in freedom
Humans!CaLL for a deep contemplation

The truth as it is

In the fields they grew rice,

now is sown the anxiety of drought

and where the man played as a child

now is taught the lessons of boycott

Destined to dream the drama of demise

Tranquilized.
Paralyzed.
Hypnotized.

on sterilized plots for breeders alike.

Corrupted needles injected on the mind

it bursts in the veins, bleeding out

for a long, slow, saturated time

silent on the surface, deceptively loud