An Unequal Life

Early morning the thought arose
While looking at the migrating birds 
to go back to my homeland.
but why do I want to go ?
Leaving this beautiful attire
Removing the beautiful crown of riches from the head
Giving up ruling this world
Why is the heart playing that music again?
What unique song did the cuckoo sing
That made me leave the throne like so much dirt?
What unique song did the cuckoo sing
That the pangs of separation are stirred anew?
The heart is no longer in worldly matters
Men and women are watching with anxious eyes
The flowers strewn on the bed are feeling like thorns
As I lay awake the whole restless night
Why did I call the carter in the middle of the night?
Slowly I reached the shores of the present
Lonely banks, soft breeze
Slowly I reached those banks
I felt the bittersweet pangs
Why can’t I forget her?
My love is now a complete housewife
Buying milk and busy the whole day
The tears of separation have long since been wiped away
Then why awaken the pain again?
Then why early morning the thought arose

Wandering mind

The wandering mind is on its way to see a dream…..
It beats with passion, taking passionate breaths.
Why does sleep run away from these exciting twists and turns ?
The wandering eyes long to watch some exciting sights, through the bewitched closed balcony
The wandering mind is on its way to see a dream.

In this crazy world, I wish I had some crazy company.
With this scheming crowd around, I wish your hands were in mine.
Wish there was a wandering melody and a wandering composition.
My wandering feet have the desire to dance to these wandering tunes of that wandering song.
The wandering mind is on its way to see a dream.

I wish the darkness was wandering enough and so was the silence that accompanies it.
I wish quivering lips go easy, as the intoxication is so bewitching.
Let the fanatical veil, slowly show us what face lies behind it. 
Let the consuming veil, slowly tell us of the break of dawn. 
But let me move away from that bewitching face.
The wandering mind is on its way to see a dream.

...never a certainty

With life there is never a certainty 
that things will work out the way you had envisioned at the start. Relationships fail, people fail, circumstances fail, 
everything around you crumbles 
at the most important time of your life. 
You look around and find 
that you are at the crossroads of your life 
all alone with no support, no respite from the life 
which is out to punish you. 
I have been there time and again 
and all I could muster was the strength to move; 
to move away from all that tried to bring me down; 
to move away from negativity; 
to move away even from my 'self-doubting' self. 
But still it remains - that lingering pain and its afterthought 
that will never leave you. 
Neither respite nor refuge, you think about God, 
who seems to you to be looking away. 
you keep afloat thinking that you will not drown 
and the sea of unfairness will not take you in its strong current. 
What does one do then - give up or try again? 
I have asked this question many times and I still do, 
with no answer in sight or maybe 
I do not want to read the writing on the wall. 
I just know that not all roads end, some just get narrower. 
Not all currents take you in their merciless embrace, 

They sometimes throw you out at the shore, 
sometimes battered, sometimes dead. 
I ask this question time and again. 
I ask them quite too often. 
With life there is never a certainty