AMEETHYST

Wish I could hold the hourglass still, Wish I could unfold the blinds and see, The time has passed swiftly downhill, And here I stand on the highway of destiny. Wish I could ride The Time Machine, Wish I had many like those. The good times wouldn’t have faded in the scene, And I’d never have waited watching through the windows. Wish I could relive all my memories, Wish I was ubiquitous in everyone’s heart. Life has to move on, storming in the breeze, And here I awaken from dreams in transit, to depart.

जब सूरज की किरणों ने जगाया तुमको, तुम्हारी अंगडाई इतनी खूबसूरत थी, ख़ामोशी से तेरे चेहरे को ताकता रहा, अब तुम्हे मेरी क्या ज़रुरत थी? जब तुमने किताबों से दोस्ती कर ली, तुम्हारी आँखों ने हज़ारों कहानियां पढ़ीं, कभी आंसूं टपके तो कभी खुशियाँ छलकी, अब मेरे कोरे कागज़ सी ज़िन्दगी से तुम क्या पढ़ती? जब उसे उसका प्यार मिला,  मुझे मेरी मौत मिली, वोह चल पड़ी अपनी ज़िन्दगी जीने, अब तो मेरी रूह को भी बदनसीबी मिली |

दोराहे पर है अब ज़िन्दगी , सोच रही है किस मोड़ पे   मुड़े एक तरफ है अपनों का साया , तो दूसरी तरफ दुनिया की हैवानगी | दोराहे पर हैं अब मेरे अपने अभी , सोच रहा हूँ किसके साथ जियूं ? एक वोह जो मुझे खुश रखते हैं , या वोह जिनको मैं कभी भी दुखी नहीं देख सकता ? दोराहे पर है उम्मीद मेरी , सोचता हूँ कभी की रौशनी मिले , एक तरफ अगर अँधेरा रहेगा , तो दूसरी तरफ दिवाली के उजाले | क्यों ? यह बटवारा है दिलो में ? क्यों ? यह हिस्से हैं ज़िन्दगी के ? धडकने भी चलती है टुकड़ों में , और प्यार भी मिलता है मख्बरो में |

I am Blouse Piece; like other threads of cotton, I too was spun in the same textile mill and I was dyed with a single color that defined my identity from others. There were many unique yarns in that particular fiberland , out of which I was sent to the outer world called, Saree Emporium. I was never the first choice for people who lived in cultural retreats. Instead, I came as a spare to those who never wanted me in the first place. I was just considered as a mode of exchange in the ‘ haldi-kumkum ’ ritual which was more of a formality. To some of them, I was the most prized possession. They never let me go away from their cupboard even though hundred other fellow-mates crowded my cradle-shelf. I was never worn out for years together, but when the day came of another such ritual, I was taken out from the cupboard, dusted off the spider-webs and lizard poops, asphyxiated me with the odour of naphthalene balls, and wrapped me in a filthy polythene bag. I never felt that I’d see my...

Beyond the dark morning and the barren sea, there is a ray of hope that I see. I wish I was a ubiquitous being, but all that I am, is just Me! Within my romantic rights and the lonely nights, I hit the new low with greatest heights. I wish I was happy forever, but all bad that has happened, is just highlights! Before the scornful sages, and the honest rages, God has His own system of daily wages. I wish I was His laborer all my life, but I was warmly injured and wrapped in bandages! Away from confused love and feeble anger, I was taught to live like a learner, I wish I was a brilliant student, but learnt to love like a teacher.

Everyday, new raindrops embrace the ground, and resurrect the lost fragrance of joys. Everyday, new smiles are spread around, and satiate the cravings of melancholic noise. Everyday, new songs make you passionate, and teach you to love your enemies too. Everyday, new feats make you feel great, and lead the crowd in whatever you do. Everyday, new sorrows inflict your heart, and every hurdle energizes your will. Everyday, new dreams bring a thwart, and at the end of day, it’s a battle downhill. Everyday, new prayers ascend to heaven, and implore for a pacific soul. Everyday, new love is born and smitten, and yet pretend to have achieved the goal.

Hearts are bound together by love, but the heartbeats are not. Relations may stay forever, unless they ain’t tied in a knot. You tend to hold on to a thought, but feelings you can’t. Expressions shouldn’t be experimented, when emotions are entangled in a knot. In the darkness of ruth, faith is a tiny dot. Wisdom is an abysmal dream, when destiny is  an invisible knot.

बस कुछ दिन और हैं , गायब हो जायेंगे इस   जन्नत से , उड़ जायेंगे इस घरोंदे से , रहते थे हम जिन सपनो में  , उन सपनो के बाहों से , जुदा हो जायेंगे , बस कुछ दिन और हैं , सूनी पड़ जाएँगी ये रास्ते , खामोश   हो जाएँगी  ये    रातें , बसते थे हम जिन बस्तियों में , उन् खुशियों के पनाहों से , तनहा हो जायेंगे , बस कुछ दिन और हैं , फीका पड़ जायेगा सारा खाना , सूखा रह जायेगा हर पैमाना , खाते थे हम जिस   थाली में , यादें भरे उन निगाहों से , रूखे रह जायेंगे , बस कुछ दिन और हैं |