Don’t go out into the sea
Looking for the sun.
Wait
The light is on it’s way to you
Tag: Poetry (Page 7 of 8)
A Sapling always looks up to a tree,
A Tree never looks down upon a sapling
That is the only way how,
Forests are created.
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In nature,
Arrogance is unheard of
Even the sun makes way
For stars…
It must be the love for life,
That the Sun and Earth Swirl,
At just the right distance.
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That day,
When you looked into my eyes
There was no need to speak,
The silence affirmed,
To our love so blind.
But today,
Our eyes don’t meet,
Over years, love grows weak,
And we are led apart by a silence,
Of a different kind.
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In a cemetery I found
A love, lasting and true
A dog sleeps
Next to his master’s grave.
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अंबर में देखो ज़रा, आज रंग है अपार
मांजे पर मांजा, करता है तीखा वार
धरती ने करवट जो बदली है आज
संक्रांत की खुशी में उड़े पतंगों की फ़ुहार
धनवान का बेटा आज पतंग खरीद लाया
सुबह से सांझ तक उल्लास से उड़ाया
छोटी है छत, पर छत उसके सिर पर
एक कटी पतंग पवन उसके छत लाया
गरीब का बेटा, आज भी नंगे पैर
हाथ में लाठी लिए करे मोहल्ले की सैर
छत उसका खुला आसमान, कटी पतंग ताकता,
हज़ारो पतंगे लाई देखो पवन की यह मित्रता
पतंगे हज़ार है, आज अमीर है गरीब का बेटा,
रात को फिर, आसमान की छत के नीचे लेटा
साल के एक दिन, तक़दीर को वो करता है माफ़,
संक्रांत के दिन मिला उसे,
कटी पतंगों का छोटा सा इंसाफ
Piercing a beam through the cloud canopy,
The sun shines a spotlight
For itself.
Like every morning, I went to the temple,
To make my wishes
Dear God, I said, grant me health and all of life’s riches.
And finally after all these years, gently he spoke,
Slowly he opened his eyes, as his pious spirit awoke.
Overjoyed, in anticipation, for his sermon I awaited,
Lovingly he looked at me, as I sat with a breath bated.
Don’t deify me, He said, don’t glorify me to No end,
Just treat me as a humble and caring, everlasting friend.
Open your ears, listen to your prayers, and find that subtle sign,
Devote yourself and fulfil the purpose, of you life divine.
So, don’t pray and scoot away, don’t pass the baton to me,
I am only as powerful as you allow yourself to be.
Next time, don’t bring me a prayer, just bring me good news,
Of all the difference you made, of every responsibility you choose.
And I realised –
My prayers were only a direction to myself, for what I should do
I stepped out of the temple with an understanding new,
The next time I visit God, I will come with my report card,
That’s when I will treat my divinity in its highest regard.
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A candle needs, air to burn,
But along comes the breeze
For the sake of light, it puts up a fight,
Never looking for ease.
In wishing for Joy and running from sorrow,
Man makes up a mess.
For there to be light, shouldn’t there exist,
A blinding darkness?
As you run, into life’s arena,
Let Joy and Sorrow be either stride,
With a balance such, it isn’t a challenge much,
To perfect laughter shall your instincts guide.
Not in running away, but in running into
The battlefield shall you thrive,
For only in moments of battle, does a soldier feel,
Truly Alive.
Trust the stars, and frown not,
When life calls for a fight.
For would the sun ever set,
If there wasn’t beauty in the night?
Cultivate a farmer’s trust, and sow your deeds in the soil,
And fate shall blossom, from the beads of sweat,
Of all your toil.
Find equanimity in Joy, and courage in sorrow,
Let crystal clear be your sight.
Find the fuel, deep in you heart,
And with resolution, set it alight.
Set out in this journey, enthused,
With all you might,
And then, life shall enter your heart,
With all of its light.