Tag: Self

  • ज़िन्दगी को

    उस रात के अँधेरे से निकली एक आवाज़,
    न जाने कौन था वो — एक अजनबी इंसान।
    डरा-सहमा-सा मुझे था पुकार रहा,
    रो-रो के, सहमा-सा मुझे निहार रहा।

    वो डरी-डरी-सी आवाज़ गूँजती रही,
    कुछ न होते हुए भी, डराती रही।
    हर पल सोचने पर मजबूर करती —
    क्या मेरा ही था वो प्रतिबिंब?

    लेकिन क्यों थी उसकी ऐसी हालत,
    आख़िर क्या था उसका कसूर?
    सोचते-सोचते दिन महीनों में बदल गए,
    उससे गुज़रते रहे हर रोज़, और हम रोते रहे।

    आज समझ आया, कि वो था कौन —
    मेरा ही हृदय था, मुझे पुकार रहा।
    “जाग जा, अभी देर नहीं हुई” —
    बस यही वो कहे जा रहा।

    “अभी तो तूने कुछ किया ही नहीं,
    फिर क्यों रहता है इतना परेशान?
    सँभाल ख़ुद को, जी ले यह जीवन —
    अभी बहुत कुछ बाक़ी है इस जीवन में।

    हर पल मिलकर बनता है यह जीवन,
    जी ले इस प्यारे-से उपहार को।
    किस्मत अच्छी है तेरी, जो मिला है जीवन —
    ज़िन्दगी के हर पल को कर दे प्यार के नाम।”

  • Don’t Have Now

    One day, hurt and confused,
    I looked around — where am I?
    I was trying to find myself again,
    but the mirror of my guilt stood before me.

    I looked at him; he stared back at me.
    Tired, at last, of trying to neglect him,
    he still followed me —
    am I his shadow, or is he me?

    Confusing… but at least it is my own.
    I thought as much, and moved on,
    yet paranoia was all I felt;
    there was nothing left to see.

    I have come to understand one thing:
    running away was never the solution.
    What shall I tell my soul now,
    lost in the depth of all I don’t have now?

  • मै पंछी विशाल नील गगन का

    मैं पंछी विशाल नील गगन का,
    मुझे आज इसमें समा जाने दो।
    आज मन-सागर के भावों को फूट-फूट कर,
    किरण की भाँति इस गगन में बह जाने दो।

    दूर कहीं है कोई मुझे पुकार रहा —
    ऐसा सोचते हुए मुझे उड़ जाने दो।
    आज खोल दो इस पिंजरे का ताला,
    विशाल नील गगन की सैर पर जाने दो।

    मैं पंछी विशाल नील गगन का,
    ज्ञान-अज्ञान की परिभाषा से परे।
    मालूम है तो सिर्फ़ एक प्रेम की भाषा —
    आज मुझे फिर हवाओं पर सवार हो जाने दो।

    नफ़रत की भाषा का यह कैसा स्वरूप?
    मुझे न तुम लोग इसमें घसीट डालो।
    सोचने को हैं और भी बहुत-सी बातें, लेकिन
    मुझे आज इस आसमान में खो जाने दो।

    मैं पंछी विशाल नील गगन का,
    मुझे आज सिर्फ़ उड़ जाने दो।
    असीमित है मेरे मन का बल —
    मरने से पहले एक बार जी जाने दो।

  • If I Am

    If I were a free-flying bird,
    touching the heights of the sky,
    free-falling, then rising again,
    flying higher and higher—

    if I were a snake,
    moving here and there,
    watching for my prey,
    hissing out my bravery—

    if I were a mammal,
    walking and running for food,
    fighting for my own space—
    happiness would still be there.

    But if I am a human being,
    all I do is fool the others;
    greed is the only thing I tend,
    killing another for my pride.

    If I am a human being,
    then I am no longer me—
    I have lost my soul in a world of money,
    and I blame others for my fate.

    So I am no more a human being.

  • The Hypocrites

    Everyone wears a face,
    asking one another, “Tell me about you”—
    knowing so little of anything,
    yet boasting about everything.

    My nerves are so messed up;
    I feel completely drained.
    Thinking it over, again and again—
    what do I do? What do I really do?

    Should I become like them,
    or make a rule of my own?
    Should I try to change them,
    or bend beneath my own knees?

    Yes—that is the question:
    what face should I wear today?
    That I’m the happiest of all,
    that I never get hurt,
    that I’m not alone in this world?

    I’m still confused, as if by nothing,
    spending all day and night
    thinking it through to a summary—
    wearing faces upon faces,
    living each day behind a new one,
    calling them my self, and me.

  • World He Left Behind

    As a child, he was free—
    free to speak, to laugh, to do as he pleased.
    As a child, he had a way
    of hiding, of losing himself in a dream.

    Pain, sorrow, and hurt
    were nowhere along his path.
    Tears still came, and often—
    but not from helplessness, as they do now.

    Anger was never a friend of his;
    now he cannot live without it.
    He was once immune to jealousy;
    now he is a patient of it.

    Logical or illogical,
    he never used to care—
    now, time and again, he must ask:
    am I even right enough to cope?

    Isn’t he lost in this vast world,
    where only the hunger for money is left to feel?
    He owns everything he has—
    but for that, he sold his soul.

    His eyes speak every word
    he cannot say: he longs to fly free.
    No one sees how alone he is,
    fallen so low, as if he were the only one.

    But fiercely he vows
    he will not break, will not cry anymore;
    he will face it all alone.
    And drawing a single breath, he left—

    with one ray of light
    to find the world he had lost,
    and build a world of his own,
    living inside a dream
    to find the world he left behind.

  • Sand of Past Memories

    Sand of past memories,
    flowing through the desert of emotion,
    the faces of truth and lies—
    silence speaks of everything;

    the meaning of love is nothing to understand…
    What does it matter if someone is nothing?
    A question of life, still to be answered…

    Still waiting—you left; they left.
    Everything fell apart inside my mind.

    Still, I wear a false smile on my face,
    with a thousand other faces of life,
    to answer my own soul—
    still waiting for answers…

  • Realm of I and We

    I wonder where we are headed next,
    From realm to realm, through hate and devilment.
    A single heartfelt tear, cried long ago,
    With untold, hidden pain—destined to remain so.

    My eyes, lost in deep contemplation,
    I find myself again in the realm of I and we.
    Pretending to be fearless, I donned my masks,
    but, ruled by my own soul, I broke into myself.

    Light is a realm that reveals another realm;
    I opened my eyes to an untold time,
    yet again I found myself—thoughtless, speechless—
    embarking on a journey to know the realm of I and we.

    An illusion that, inside a maze, seems so real;
    darkness is all I see, fear is all I feel.
    I evolved through countless other realms, quixotically,
    and felt it all within me, perpetually.

    Life went on—the same days, the same nights—
    yet I found myself living in the realm of I and we.