A Short Trip

i hadnt visited the place,
and it came to my mind,
at a very right time,
just when there was more need
than want
so i put my shoes and
kept on walking down the memory lane,
before i finished walking upto it

i climbed the little steps up,
before the drowning sun,
was taking its traces from the shimmery water surface,
and had turned biased orange and red,
i took a breath,
a little longer than usual.
i stood now still filling my eyes and mind,
with dust of roadway, water of the canal, the orange sky, the green trees.
Its Bhakra canal,
a simple and common place.

then i sat simply, at a spot,
and thought nothing,
there were small ripples over the tensed water,
brought by now and then swimming and flying ducks,
they were too involved in thier own,
and no one noticed me here,
as i put off slippers to slip into these wavy winds, blowing now,
l learnt my pocket vibrate,
it was whatsapp or facebook may be,
but i bothered, not more than a second,
here was life out of the screen and into the scene,
then now i clicked myself a photograph,
so that this memory fades slowly,
and because the camera gave up in the dim light for one more,
i started at thoughts again,
Muskaan was allready near the bitumen road,
i hopped downwards and joined her,
and waved my hand to a waving branch who i suspect was waving at me.

You must be kidding

last time we talked,
i was very happy,
due to you only,
then now,
i want to forget the last time,
due my sadness,
due to you only,
and this doubt on your honesty,
quietly whispers into my ears,
were you kidding?
you must be kidding
or polishing knives.

Disowned

i would not give much discomfort,
before i quietly make myself disowned,
i would quietly leave the house,
at night when cricket's cries are moaned,
i shall leave every belonging to this house,
including memories of a past that has been stoned,

i shall give a last glance back,
and let out a tear,
but before it wud wet the ground,
i will be on my track,
unreachabely far,
at some place unknown and black,
i would fit in there,
in an unnoticed, little crack.
which would never hurt me,
with nostalgic attacks.

Bhambiri

nikke nikke pairan te,
vaang bhambiri ghumi jaave,
kade aes than te kade os than,
ik than te chain na paave,
ik pal mere khayalan naal,
sair te tur jaave,
dujje hi pal mere dil de kareeb,
khushian da aashiana bnave.

mere parivaar di ik aas rehndi,
usdi muskaan do pal vikh jaave,
dhadkan andro sab di bekraar rehndi,
ke kado oho jaage, te hass ke vakhave,
ik muskan vich hazaran chalakiyan luko laendi,
par kise nu ki chalaki samj aave,
ohde hothan di nikki jehi harkat vich hi,
us pal di saari khubsurti simat jaave.

je narazgi pal lave,
fer aakadan de pahaad nu thalle laave,
masoom ji surat bna lave,
par sharartan ton na baaz aave,

rang bhare aam ji zindgian vich,
fulan vaang mehkave,
kyari de murjhaye butean nu,
roz apne pyaar da paani laave..

A bit too Far

Engines roared,
foot on the gas,
skidded and off to a journey,
this carefree mind,
not looking on any milestone or signboard,
careless and quick, not in a hurry though,
leaving behind forests and meadows,
daylights and starlights,
speeded on and on, totally carefree

bent on winding roads,
tempted to bend towards lusty
people, houses, cars, outlook,
it rammed rationalism under the wheels,
wheels never knew their cult,
untill they were cursed by the road,
under sheer dominance of this mind,
they'd never argue.

to this knowledgable mind,
this journey presented lessons,
this journey presented tests,
not very tough but,
very time bound,
ironically, it did not remember,
when had time come,
what all was it taking,

singing along the pulsating heartbeat,
which was high,
due the thrill of rushing air,
that made little vibrating echo,
in the chasey, steering and the seat.
it blundered to overlook,
a necessary turn in its way,
that had to be taken,
but was not allowed by the dawning adventure,
which promised more and more hence,
it easily gave up on trying to resist,
this not so truthful promise.

then when it entered an eerie reign,
of quiet air, not so fair,
flowers,
narrowing road and claustrophobic greenery,
new but unappealing birds,
all contributing to the svere lack,
in its joy,
that had carried it forth upto here.

then,
just inside that single moment,
of slipping wheels and shattering glass,
it recovered from lust,
and plunged into guilt,
swam out of guilt,
and got choked in sadness,
caught its breath,
and lost everything,
to this mind, was this life,
a happily sung lullaby,
slowly which fastened doors,
of its intelligence
and granted sleep forever.

Whirlpool - A day gone wrong

As the sun kickstarts the day,
the clock kiskstarts you,
loud noise of the morning alarm,
dimnished is the first view,
of a brand new challenge,
for the same old you.

leaving the nest, diving down the tree,
the bird opens up wings
and flies to be free,
expectation takes a very similar scene,
at this moment of glee.

Then rushes in, the wind, to give the first blow,
the weather report is on the table,
true colors start to show,
melancholy colors of the day,
will now raise your eyebrow.

then starts the aim practice,
the target is your patience,
random elements of a matrice,
will hit your determination,

with the start of the blame game,
your positivity will end,
with liting up of your anger flames,
your straight head will bend,
things dont fall into place,
time to recall the name of a friend,
wait, all of a sudden, all are very busy.

breathe out a sigh,
breathe in two more,
temperature is getting high,
its a 1-0 score,
endorphin pushes you to push harder,
willpower roars,
but tied togethor pair of shoelaces,
temperature higher sores.

not all seems well,
sadness, anxiety, knock the skull,
it vibrates like as if were a temple bell,
the vibrations are unbearable,
welcome headache,
oh what the hell!

by the afternoon, sun is scorching, wind is ravashing,
same sun, was so gentle a while ago,
you stand at a place, managing,
your balance,
you look down to find yourself travelling,
chaotically in a whirlpool,
that is engulfing you, that is galloping,
your soul, from below.

Annt (punjabi)

je is waqt,
akhri vaar saa aave,
je is waqt,
jaan sharir to muk jaave,

ki sitta kadoge ve loko,
je main na kise nu dis pavan,
kithe labboge v loko,
je ghor hanere vich kite luk javan,

is waqt, eh sawal bohot bemana lagda,
par kal da ki bharosa,
main jawab di bhaal vich,
na puchno v kiven katravan,

kaun honge oho log,
jo shayad kade yaad karange menu,
kis tarah main jaan pavanga,
ke ki ki main chadd gya adhoora,

apne ghar da ik khaali kamra,
kismat nu kosde maape,
kuch khushi mana rahe log,
ehna sab layi main kuch na kuch chadd javanga,

khushi gummi, sukh dukh de bhanne,
sab to chutkara hasil ho javega,
je hassan da karan nhi milna,
tan ghato ghat ron da dukh tan nhi stavega..

muthi cho fisaldi ret de vipreet,
raah vich pathar vaang theher javanga, je kadde lokwas vich auna hoya,
tan ik var zarur dasna lokon,
kis kis nu yaad avanga?

The Shell Theory

we live in a shell,
two different worlds inside and out,
one is a heaven while other is a hell,
one with us and other without,

what we think, dream, long and love stays inside,
what actually we are stays beside,
usually what we are, we cannot decide,
thats why "inside" a shell we reside,

this shell grows with us,
it grows with growth in thoughts,
it grows with interaction with other shells,
and covers a larger plot,
growth, where, is for good,
without which u cannot live,
its quite well understood,
with your size big and shell small, enough air it cannot give,

the shell has walls made of glass,
of translucent nature,
how u look the outside world,
decides the transparency of this curvature,
the glass is only your perspective,
of accepting what world throws at you,
only your thoughts decide what is blocked and what passes through,

this shell varies from ppl to ppl in size,
some are open enough to accomodate others,
while some' thoughts cannot rise,,
this shell has no limits set,
it grows upto the star in your sight,
if u can catch light from farthest,
then who knows what challenges u can fight,

at the ultimatum this shell will break,
and both the worlds would diffuse,
this may only be achieved by the brave,
who may the fears of modernity, refuse.
this will only be seen,
when our growth would acquire every dimension,
when the barriers to it would be removed from the scene,
and theoretical would proceed towards realization,

this explains our limit,
which lies close to infinity or "beyond",
if u can dream it,
then be ready to be free, from shell and so shall we go long...