Truly tired...

Tired in life
Tired in death
Tired of scarcity
Tired of Wealth

Tired of smiling when I want to yell
Tired of serenity when it feels like hell

Tired of trying to explain myself
Tired of being the asinine elf

Tired of holding hands that hurt
Tired of standing tall when I feel like dirt

This life, this world
is taking away my hold
It has more layers
Than I can unfold

The people too fake
too opaque, too dark
The customs too complex
all foxes, no larks

This room that seems to be quiet and passive
Holds within it a storm too dark too massive

But to unleash it, is not a choice
For what it will kill, is my own voice

Why are you my friend?

I leave and I do not tell you why
I break your heart and tears run dry
I do not yield when you cry for help
I do not wince when you cut yourself
When you look my way I do not bend
My dear, why do you call me a friend?

They say a friend is a gift of god
Well if that is true then i do not applaud
This most incredible yet undeserving gift
It bows me down rather than uplift
It is a wound on the heart to mend
My dear, why do you call me a friend?

Its a lesson that I need to learn
The mysteries of this gift I must discern
What does it mean to have a friend
Be there for you at every bend
Even though I do not give the same
I get the gifts and the fame
When I do not give or even lend
My dear, why are you my friend?

एक कोशिश ...

हमने हमेशा भीड़ को दूर से ही देखा
जो आगे बढे तो नदी ने रुख बदल लिया
जो सोचा पानी बन कर शराब में घुल जाऊं
तो शराब पानी बन कर उनका जानाशीन हो गया

जो सोचा दरवाज़ा खोल उनको घर बुलाएँगे
आज उनकी हर अदा को पलकों पर बिठाएंगे
तो मेरे यकीन ने अपना शहर बदल लिया
जो सोचा पानी बन कर शराब में घुल जायेंगे
तो शराब पानी बन कर उनका जानाशीन हो गया

जो सोचा मुस्कुरा कर सबको गले लगायेंगे
कल की बातों को भूल कर आज को आज अपनाएंगे
तो बेरहम ज़िन्दगी ने आज नसीब में नहीं दिया
जो सोचा पानी बन कर शराब में घुल जायेंगे
तो शराब पानी बन कर उनका जानाशीन हो गया

जो पंख लगा बादलों संग उड़ना चाहा
तो परिंदों ने हमसे मूह मोड़ लिया
जो सोचा मछली बन पानी में लहराऊँ
तो उस साल बादलों ने दिल तोड़ दिया


जो हवा बन कर पत्तों को छूना चाहा
तो पतझड़ ने पेडों को सूना कर दिया
जो सोचा पेड़ बन ज़मीन पर बस जाऊँ
तो ज़मीन ने जड़ों को बेदख्ल कर दिया
जो सोचा पानी बन कर शराब में घुल जाऊं
तो शराब पानी बन कर उनका जानाशीन हो गया

May Fly

To be a may fly,
To live for one night and die
To live your life in a day
When the sun shines make hay
While the rain pours grow rice
Burn in the fire and freeze in the ice

To bring warmth to the ones you love
By burning every ember in you
To remove every lock and every cover
That holds your dreams from coming true

To give till you have nothing left to give
Till you become the grains of sand
To open up your life and live
Till you become the vast open land

To laugh like its the last joy you'll see
with an open heart and mind
To laugh till you choke in the deed
and then laugh at a limitation that kind

To feel pain as if its torn your body and soul
Like you're bleeding without and within
To hurt like you died before reaching your goal
Like destiny failed you for no sin

To live like you'll live for a day
And will never see the next may
To live like you're the rising wave
That hits a rock, makes the earth quake
And the next instant it falls apart
Like a million pieces of a broken heart
And within an instant its out of sight
As if it never saw the light

To live like a may fly
To live for one night and die
To do it all in one day
Like everything there is, is today!

The Golden Mean

Don't be a wave so big that you can ruin many hives.
Don't be a wind so strong that blows away love and lives.
Don't be the torrential rain that kills the starving and the full.
Don't be the heat of a flame that rams on like a raging bull.

Don't be a flower so pretty that bees die in its lust.
Don't be a river so wild that breaks a mountain down to dust.
Don't be the hungry predator that kills for fun and not for food.
Don't be the rabid friend with a wild unpredictable mood.

Don't be the vengeful lover
who kills if he can't be loved
Who loves more than he lives
And takes much more than he gives.

And yet don't give like the selfless mother
who gives her life and heart and soul
and lights up the darkest rooms of life
to be forgotten when her wax runs out
and scraped off the floor with a knife

Be the golden mean
Never an end or an extreme
Balance the pain and the smile
The honesty with the guile
The love with the hate
The punctual with the late.
The truth with the lie
The confident with the shy

Walking on the middle of the path
Ensures more safety from the wrath
The edges could imply
That rules cannot defy

The mean is golden and rich
because its the safest path on which
the ends look clearer and defined
The heart's ruled over by the mind.

I was truly touched...

I was truly touched when a little girl smiled
and yelled my name out as I walked by her side.
The joy of familiarity glowed on her face,
and the radiance touched my heart in many different ways.

I was truly touched when tears welled in his eyes,
as his little girl walked past him, not knowing his pride.
she was led away, by the educators and the cross,
and he stood watching, proud of her gain and yet sad at his loss.

I was truly touched, when words failed the leader
when the crowd praised his efforts, and made him an achiever.
The victory made him humble, their admiration took him by surprise
And as they raised him on their shoulders, gratitude shown in his eyes.

I was truly touched, when a boy of merely five.
Made way for his mother, burdened with duties of life.
He walked like a warrior, and found her a place to rest a while.
His respect for her, made a man out of the child.

I have been truly touched,
by many incidents such as these,
when I have seen people accept.
Their life as a gift.
The things they do and feel
come merely from the heart.
There is no black or grey.
But pure love on their part.

Grow up little girl

Grow up little girl
and open your eyes
the world is asking you
to melt the dreamy ice.

Grow up little girl
learn to love and live
and live with the one you love
and love the ones you give.

Grow up little girl
and stand up to the storm
its cold and bitter and harsh,
not everything is soft and warm.

Grow up little girl
and see your dreams come true
maybe not how you see it
but still, true for you.

Grow up little girl
because you can't stay small forever
grow up today
better late than never.