Ek Sapno Ka Paudha

Attempting a poem in Hindi for the first time:

मन में एक छोटे बीज को लिए,

मिट्टी का एक टुकड़ा ढूंढ़ता हूँ,

शोणित से अपने सींचने के लिए,

मिट्टी एक टुकड़ा ढूंढता हूँ!

अस्थिर पगों पे उड़ रहा विचलित यौवन,

निरंतर संग्राम कर रहा क्रोधित मन,

तन मन को समर्पित करने के लिए,

मिट्टी का एक टुकड़ा ढूंढता हूँ!

बचपन की टूटी गलियों का दृश्य,

पिता की बलिदानों में मेरा भविष्य,

कुछ नए घर, नयी गलियों को मढने के लिए,

मिट्टी का एक टुकड़ा ढूंढता हूँ!

ह्रदय की ताबूत से सिसकियों ने आवाज दी,

देखो सपनो के रंग, जो अंधेरों में घुल गए,

उन्ही अंधेरों को कहीं दफ़नाने के लिए,

मिट्टी का एक टुकड़ा ढूंढता हूँ!

A fistful of life

A fistful of life is all that i have,
i have not set myself free yet.

the fire inside awaits its manifestation,
its heat melts my frozen blood each day,
they are yet to engulf the fear that prevails,
they are yet to light the awakening lamp.

the eyes search for that colorful morning sparkle,
a thousand lights of freedom glows in them,
and the pride adorns the ill body,
the heart is cleansed with truth.

the spirit of revolution i ask for,
false belief do not blind which,
strength of courage never fails where,
the self, my ultimate guide.

A fistful of life is all that i have,
and free i will be, one day.

A Prayer

This month has been somewhat busy. To turn the number of blogs posted this month into a plural one, i am putting up a prayer song. This has remained, consciously or subconsciously, a part of my prayers.

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

—– St. Francis of Assisi

And i am about to complete another orbit of sun quite soon. Excited!

When I look back

will they be my own?

the path i took,

perhaps lonely and tiring.

or charming and serene.

or dusty and rough.

the steps i chose,

big, or small.

right, or wrong.

to success, or failure.

those who met in between,

of blood, and others.

some etched in memories.

some in heart.

dreams that lit the eyes,

and fuelled the journey.

silly, or larger-than-life.

some fulfilled, some remained dreams.

milestones i left,

trivial, or great.

born out of triumph, or disaster.

to be followed, or discarded.

but all mine.

Where are those eyes

where are those eyes
never imagined the future which
blind to the imperfections around
unbound joy twinkled where

cried when the rain melted his mud house
laughed when a dog ate his report card
grief was a stranger to whom
whose desires ended at an ice cream

everything a possibility who saw
imagination was whose cosmos
guarded whom a colorful fort of bliss
intentions softer than the snow were whose

never wanted flowers and fairies his paradise
only someone with those same eyes
which dreamed alike
and smiled together

I am India

I am India
I was known as a mystic land
I was known as the 'Golden bird'
I was known as the the 'Universal teacher'

I am India
I have changed my boundaries many times
I had wise men in my cradle
I had mighty sons of the past

I am India
My children were lost for sometime
My chastity was stained time and again
My ascent was in chains for long

I am India
I freed myself once again
I started my journey once again
I made them hear my loud footsteps

I am India
My children are stronger yet again
My veins have new blood
My spirit is soaring once more

I am india
I will not stop come what may
I have faith in my children
I know what they are made of

I am India
You will hear more about me
You will see more of me
You will know the teacher once again

I am India

Being me

I adore my life

I have no points to loose in a share market

Nor do i suck-up to my boss for a promotion

Only a few hungry faces waiting back.

I adore my life

I cannot complain of being taken for granted

Nor is waking up early morning a tough task for me

Thanks to my pain from the last evening.

I adore my life

I do not have to face any break-ups

Nor do I know of any mind games that you all play

The one i love, loves all that i earn.

I adore my life

I do not have to pretend a fake laugh many times

Nor do the vanity talks of pretty faces interests me

My beauty and happiness lies in my kids' full stomach.

I adore my life

I do not get depressed for not being ahead always

Nor do i get intimidated of someone making it big

There is hardly any competition for me.

I adore my life

I do not have to compromise my self-respect

Nor do i need to worry about any guilts

For i know, God must be in shame looking at me.

Gudnyt J!

Happyness

In the Mother's eyes

on seeing her child

In the Farmer's pride

on seeing his harvest

In the Teacher's glory

on seeing his disciple pass ahead

In the Musician's soul

on seeing his instrument

In the Mountaineer's veins

on seeing the peak

In the Warrior's honour

on seeing his nation's flag high

In the Leader's dignity

on seeing his team succeed

In the Winner's self respect

on seeing his pains pay-off

In the Lover's heart and his tears

on seeing a lost beloved

Sometimes

Sometimes when the flowers bloom

and the raindrops kisses my cheek

The distant sun is about to say goodbyes

the sea is calm and the waves are weak.

Sometimes when the night is cold

and the stars peek down

The moon is lost

As if covered in his gown!

Sometimes when i walk past the lonely roads

the silence following me

My shadow is alone

asking, where is she!

Sometimes when the road ahead is blurred

and the darkness bleak

and the fear pulls me back

and makes me weak.

Sometimes

i wish, you were with me!

God

I groan in pain at times,
and i hate you O God in those moments,


Your unfairness spread across,
Miserable lives, carrying on in disgust
Living besides your holy abode,
The man sleeps without food in his stomach,


They come to you for blessings and hope,
He gets none,
They bribe you and you continue to be dumb,
They kill in your name and get away.


They keep us in dark and the truth is never told,
Their selfish deeds you never see,
They frighten us and the mouth is shut,
While the ugly worship is done.


Some you give rights to snatch,
while some are denied with what belongs to them,
The goodness in them murdered each day,
and the demons doing the dirty dance.


But i hate you most when i see myself,
why did you have to give me a heart so weak,
I want to be a stone,
Seeing none, feeling none.


I want to be numb
Not hearing the wailing infant in the dirt,
while the mother sweeps someones marble floor,
Forced to forget her hungry child.


Your beauty i dont want to see,
when all around me is black and fake faces,
everyone pretending to not know,
everyone searching a cleaner route to get away.

Thanksgiving ! :)

You bring out the sorrows in me,
And mould them into melody,
You bring out the happiness in me,
And set them out to float free.



You bring out the dreams in me,
And the world is colorful around,
You bring out the love in me,
That is unquenched and unbound.



You bring out the hope in me,
That never makes tough, going through,
You bring out the fear in me,
Some of which might just come true.



You bring out the courage in me,
That is my armor for life,
You bring out the fire in me,
Without which i will never survive.



A great company you are,
Thank you dear Violin!

My dear violin !

A heart as young as a young heart! :D

Shes ma nano music teacher ! :)