Vasanti

Tu alis ya jagat, ek olakh nirman karayla,

Ek mulgi kay karu shakte, he siddha karayla.

Punyanagrit janmalis, apli avad jopaslis,

Sukhani nandlis, pan swatahla nahi visarlis.

Lahanpanche khel, motthepanchi vasana,

Jayantachi saath, ketki sah nivas.

Tujhya manatli tivra iccha, sakar kelis,

Ramala naman karun, himalaya ghathlas.

Tujhya charni amche naman, tula amche vandan,

Pudhchya piddhinna, hovo tujha satat margadarshan.

Dedicated to my mother’s friend – the first woman to cycle from Kanyakumari to Leh in 35 days!

Baggage claim

We all have moments which we hope, could be erased from our lives,
We think we are strong, and can move on keeping the baggage aside.

It’s such a shame what the human think, they are capable of,
Not everyone is that lucky, to forget what they encountered.

As much as you try you can only push back, till the time you can’t take it anymore,
Eventually, you like it or not you have to tackle it once more.

It’s better to drop the bag while it is filled,
Before you fall for it again,
Grab the opportunity while it sticks, before it’s an empty station again.

As much as we do either, the baggage still remains,
We may empty the contents, but the label is there to stay.

Nimbu Mirchi

Teekha banta hai Mirch see, and nimbu ke Bina swaad nahi ata,
Nimbu mirch ke chatke Bina, khane ka maza hi nahi ata,
Jawani main bebas na hue, to Zindagi main kuch raas nahi ata

Ek taraf hai woh Chand, na dekho to sokoon nahi ata,
Dusri taraf hai woh Chand, Jo dikhe to din raat karaar nahi ata,
Jawani main bebas na hue, to Zindagi main kuch raas nahi ata

Kahe kaviyatri Rajnigandha, sirf saans lene se jiya nahi jata,
Ghalti Kar na seekhe, use padhake sikhaya nahi jata,
Jawani main bebas na hua, to Zindagi main kuch raas nahi ata

The untouchable

There was a man, who cleaned the streets,
Gathered the trash, lived in bleak,
Trying to make our lives better, with no gain notable,
While doing a job so Noble, he was considered untouchable

She was dark, stinky and blue,
She cleaned the washroom, for others to use,
While helping others, maintain their hygiene,
She was considered untouchable and dirty

She was a victim, of a heinous crime,
Touched against her will, she couldn’t help but cry,
More than hoping for her better life, her family denied,
Untouchable she was treated, she succumbed to her harsh life

She was married to a wealthy man, but lived in slums,
She did not do any chores, filthy to none,
She was clean, educated and a healthy human,
Her vicinity made her untouchable for others

Under the sunshine

Under the sunlight, everything shines,
Before it dies, a glorious right
It feels wonderful, under the sunshine,
On the bright side, flashes of light

look at the flower, it’s so peaceful,
It blooms with the sun, and dies with it too,
The sun gives power to shine, Also the one to takes it from you,
Be good to it, it lives within you too

Sometimes I wonder, why is the sun round,
Is it just a coincidence, or bound,
After pondering at that thought, for a while,
In my mind I concluded, it’s the circle of life

If it gives life, and takes it too,
If it let’s you grow, make you weak too,
Remember it’s there, as much as you run away,
Tan & skin burns, are there to stay

As long as it shines, one will affect,
It’s your perspective that matters, forget the rest
Look at the change, as a second chance to revive,
Rejuvenate and live, relive till you die

Moon and me

As a kid, I was told a story,
Look at the moon, and sleep in it’s Glory,
It was the elders who taught us so,
They forgot to mention, moon has places else to go

Every morning I would go looking for him,
And found his buddy, the sun soaking me in,
I asked the sun where was my friend,
‘He will return close to sunset’ he said

For days I thought, the moon was angry with me,
He did not show up, and help me sleep,
While sometimes, he would play with me,
Peekaboo! An angle from here or from there he would be

Today after all these years, when I look at the sky and find him there,
It is a relief that my faith survived, my oldest friend lived all my life,

I had to find, a special place for him,
Always in my heart and thoughts, I need more than this,
I was to carve him in my life, like he has for years every night,
Inked it, as the phases of life

The broken angel

There was an angel, young and strong,
Aspiring to grow, life long,
Brown eyes, wavy hair,
She was the kinds, that’ll make you stare

A demon came along, for a while,
He knew he was different, wanted to fit the line,
Handsome he was, different to the rest,
In no time he caught the angel, mesmerized in his glare

Young hearts, they fell in love,
Not bothering about the world, they built a cove,
Soon the angel, fell sick often,
her love was unanswered, she was to topple

And then, the love was lost,
Unknowingly he, did not respond,
She had the cracks visible, on her body & soul,
It made him grow stronger, beyond the cove

She was beyond repair, that din’t stop her
His strength was out of control, he left her,
Beautiful the cove was, but bitterness all around,
She had to help the cove survive, it was the only witness to her tragic life