back to the ways

His future lay in his heart,

bonded by pain and filled up with void

his eyes saw only the dust,

senses dancing away, as if to avoid

many a times he dipped his hands inside,

the darkness could never be swept away

empty hollow cries came up beside,

he kept watching  soul's foul play

sunrise and sunset, seawaves and blue sky,

came and went, along with his life

answers sometimes but, passed him by,

and yet again he continued his strife.

Two Roses

I have two roses with me, for you

with petals that say

"your presence touched me as the gentle dew"

I have two roses with me, for you

their color speaks

"wish i could steal them all for you"

I have two roses with me, for you

their fragrance whisper

"i found, and lost my heart with you"

I have two roses with me, for you

few thorns in silence

"pray they are never for you"

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!