The Invisible Prisoner

Don't try to understand me!
I function from different levels
Over which even I have no control!
Often self destructive
But with a deep inner passion
For the beauty in life

A cosmic connection
An ebbing and flowing
Like the tides
More Lunar in nature
Than solar
Receptive and sensitive
Playing my life in the major keys
While my inner symphony
Is composed in the minor

Do you have the answer?
Can you enter my inner world?
Or is it too draining
And not worth the effort?
Unless you are `THE ONE’
Who will hack down the briars?
Which surround my tender heart?
And rescue me from this prison
Of insecurity and broken dreams
And release the untamed spirit
Straining at the bars of my cell
Go on your way
And we will talk about it no more.

Departure

When the end truly comes, that great day so longed for
It comes with no great fuss, no headlines,
No great salute, no ringing tone
To herald this one soul
Into 'What will be!’
No choir of angels
No trumpet call
Nothing new
Papers sold
Babies born
People die!

Life continues.....
Bins are collected
Spots are squeezed
Teeth brushed
Toilets flushed
Taxes rise
And somewhere
In the heart
of that

I leave……
;-)))

Kabhi..

Kabhi apni hansi par bhi aata hai gussa..
Kabhi saare jahaan ko hansaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi chupa leta hain gamo ko kisi kone me ye dil..
Kabhi kisi ko sab kuch sunaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi rota nahi mann kisi kimat par bhi..
Kabhi yun hi aansu bahane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi hansi si aa jaati hai bheegi yaadon mein..
Kabhi sab kuch bhulaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi achha lagta hai azaad udna..
Kabhi kisi bandhan mein bandh jaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi lagte hain apne begaane se..
Kabhi begaano ko apna banaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi upar waale ka naam nahi aata zubaan par..
Kabhi usko manaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi lagti hai ye zindagi badi suhaani..
Kabhi zindagi se uth jaane ko jee chahta hai..

Kabhi soche hain, ho kuch naya iss zindagi mein..
Aur kabhi bas aise hi jiye jaane ko jee chahta hai..

हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी..

हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमाँ, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले

डरे क्यों मेरा कातिल क्या रहेगा उसकी गर्दन पर
वो खून जो चश्म-ऐ-तर से उम्र भर यूं दम-ब-दम निकले

निकलना खुल्द से आदम का सुनते आये हैं लेकिन
बहुत बे-आबरू होकर तेरे कूचे से हम निकले

भ्रम खुल जाये जालीम तेरे कामत कि दराजी का
अगर इस तुर्रा-ए-पुरपेच-ओ-खम का पेच-ओ-खम निकले

मगर लिखवाये कोई उसको खत तो हमसे लिखवाये
हुई सुबह और घर से कान पर रखकर कलम निकले

हुई इस दौर में मनसूब मुझसे बादा-आशामी
फिर आया वो जमाना जो जहाँ से जाम-ए-जम निकले

हुई जिनसे तव्वको खस्तगी की दाद पाने की
वो हमसे भी ज्यादा खस्ता-ए-तेग-ए-सितम निकले

मुहब्बत में नहीं है फ़र्क जीने और मरने का
उसी को देख कर जीते हैं जिस काफिर पे दम निकले

जरा कर जोर सिने पर कि तीर-ऐ-पुरसितम निकले
जो वो निकले तो दिल निकले, जो दिल निकले तो दम निकले

खुदा के बासते पर्दा ना काबे से उठा जालिम
कहीं ऐसा न हो याँ भी वही काफिर सनम निकले

कहाँ मयखाने का दरवाजा 'गालिब' और कहाँ वाइज़
पर इतना जानते हैं, कल वो जाता था के हम निकले

--
चश्म-ऐ-तर - wet eyes
खुल्द - Paradise
कूचे - street
कामत - stature
दराजी - length
तुर्रा - ornamental tassel worn in the turban
पेच-ओ-खम - curls in the hair
मनसूब - association
बादा-आशामी - having to do with drinks
तव्वको - expectation
खस्तगी - injury
खस्ता - broken/sick/injured
तेग - sword
सितम - cruelity
क़ाबे - House Of Allah In Mecca
वाइज़ - preacher

There's supposed best friends, and there's feelings..

It's Okay to Cry.

Crying isn't bad,
it's okay to let tears out.
What you have to remember
is what your crying about.
Sometimes you just have it building up,
You think, "It isn't fair!"
But when you look for trouble,
You dont see it anywhere.
You wonder why you are crying,
but the truth is,
theres not always a reason.
If it helps you get through it,
don't be afraid to do it.
Don't be embarassed of people,
everyone does it once
And thats okay, it helps you recover,
even feel sympathy for others.
Sometimes you feel like dying,
I know because i have gotten the feeling.
You just have to cry it all out,
Because things will get better.
But when your lying in bed thinking,
remember that crying is fine.
Its okay to let your emotions out.
People smile when they're happy,
People yell when they are mad.
Why do so many people feel embarassed,
when expressing that they're sad?
Different people express their emotions
in different ways.
And if you don't do it now,
You probably will someday.
If your friends understand your feelings,
of couse they will always be by your side.
If they don't,
go ahead and ditch 'em.
They aren't who you think they are inside.
Get through life by smiling.
Get through life by laughing.
Get through life by crying...
I promise you, it's Okay.

Clown..

The clown in the mirror is looking down on me.
Telling me things that are wrong;
And pointing out my weaknesses.

The clown in the mirror will always scare me.
For I know he will always be watching,
Our eyes will always meet.

The clown in the mirror stalks me.
Every time I look she is right there beside me;
Looking and copying my every move
The clown in the mirror hates me.
Every time I see it I see what I could be
Yet, unfortunately, I will never be.

The clown in the mirror mocks me.
Every smile is shown in equality.
I can't help but feel that the smile is fake.
The clown in the mirror knows me.
Within its eyes I see exactly what I'm going through.
There is neither angst nor any sympathy.
The clown in the mirror is mine.
The body and the eyes are mine,
For the clown is simply my mirrored reflection.

Thoughts about a friend..

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant with the weak and wrong.. because sometime in your life you will have been all of these.

-- George Washington Carver

Life is very short and there's no time, for fussing and fighting my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, so I will ask you once again: try to see it my way, only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong. While you see it your way, there's a chance that we might fall apart before too long. We can work it out.

-- The Beatles

They say that only very good friends quarrel. But at the end of the day a quarrel is a fight between two people’s egos. Since people cannot understand each other by just being honest. May be its impossible to live your whole life without getting hurt but don’t hurt the people close to you.

-- Ai Yazawa

Alice's poem

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise.
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?

--Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland

I believe...

I believe in the sun
Even though it's slow in rising
I believe in you
Even without realizing

Ho pyaar mein jo hausla
Kadmo pe tere ho jahaan
Ho pyaar mein jo hausla
Kadmo pe tere ho jahaan

I believe in the sun, even though it's slow in rising
I believe in you, even without realizing
I believe in the rain, though i see no cloud in the sky
I believe in truth, even though everybody lie

I believe in love (I believe in love)
Even though people live hatred
I believe we have the power to forgive
I believe in love (I believe in love)
Even though people live hatred
I believe we have the power to forgive

Hum bhi toh hain iss jahaan mein
Pal bhar sahi tere dastaan mein
Kyun hai abhi faaslaa...
Hai pyaar mein jo hausla

Hum bhi toh hain iss jahaan mein
Pal bhar sahi tere dastaan mein
Kyun hai abhi faaslaa...
Hai pyaar mein jo hausla

Ho pyaar mein jo hausla
Kadmo pe tere ho jahaan
Ho pyaar mein jo hausla
Kadmo pe tere ho jahaan

I believe in Love (I believe in love)
Even though people live hatred
I believe we have the power to forgive
I believe in Love (I believe in love)
Even though people live hatred
I believe we have the power to forgive

I believe in peace
Even though the world is violent
I believe in God
Even though he is silent

Twilight Walk

When darkness streaks across the sky
And colours change to muted greys
And distant rain-clouds ride the hills
As nature’s kaleidoscope displays
The symphony of early night
And silhouetted birds in flight
Their distant cries echoing still
I stand and watch their wings, until
The very last is lost to sight,
Heralding approaching night;

And in that most exquisite space
Through and around my trees, I trace
That wondrous pathway, worn in youth
When all I knew was love and truth
And wandered freely, free from fear
That there was any danger near,
For when among creation’s bloom
What reason should I fear the gloom?

The Weird World.

I've seen castles made out of sand,
Met people who believe destiny is engraved on the palms of their hand.

I've seen people change their faith,
Experienced love changing into hate.

I've seen people grow younger with age,
and a bird who wouldn't fly out of Open cage.

I've seen love being sold for money,
People devastated inside, but outside they are funny.

I've seen the Unicorn fall in Love with the toad,
People who owned half the city now hit the road.

I've learnt to expect the unexpected,
Perfection doesn't exist, we are all defected.

Everyone cries, some just hide their tears,
Coal turns into Diamond after thousand years.

For someone, you are Just One in a MILLION,
and
For others, you are another nobody in BILLION.

- Unknown

COLOURED.

This poem was nominated in 2005 for the best poem, written by an African kid. Amazing thought!!!

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black,

And you White fella,

When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray,
And you calling me Colored ?