Vida

Ammi ji, main tan udd jana paraye desh,
ki sochoge, vida karde hoye,
bapu ji, akhan ton door ho jana,
do ku pal gilla chadd dena,
mehnetan tuhadian da main dena hai  sitta,
sab kuj sood samet lauta dena,
tusi jo v mere layi kita,
kal chaleyan main kuch mahineya layi,
kuch saal v shayad lagg jaan,
kamaiyan aukhe saukhe ho javangian,
rehna par mera thode ch hi rujhaan...

Rabb tan mera tusi hi hoye,
ki mandar ki gurudware sees jhukavan,
sabb kuch tan thoda hi ditta ji,
kehde hor rabb da shukar manavan,
bhul chuk merian muaaf kar dena ji,
main v dukh bade tuhanu ditte,
nadan samj bhaven thapad maar dena ji,
jehde kam main tuhade kehen magro na kitte..

Kal main chaleyan fer,
boohe te baste rakhe ne,
ki sochoge fer, vida karde nu,
bastean ch haje kapde bade saste rakhe ne...

Old Home

A little piece of land,
supporting bricks and gravel,
painted and decorated,
we call home.

Years squeezed in a whistle,
passed in a quick melody,
as I revisited the voices
that echoed in my old home.
Laughs, screams, hushes,
all fill the air with familiarity,
of people, of their love, of a warm feeling of safety.
I walk through the hall,
I stall everywhere, in and out,
re-living the life lost to these walls,
preserved in these closets,
scratch and see the colours of the paint,
a childhood is layered,
birth to death.

I live in city now,
far from the rough roads,
that made my feet ready
to take a higher feat.
Higher, yes, happier? no.
And after altering the lifestyle,
the child never wants to go back,
to his beginning,
as he never grew living there,
because, he was burried there.
The grown up searches him everywhere,
in the bedroom, in the lobby, in the kitchen,
then moves back from his old home.

Morning Song

I begged happiness from the dawn,
rising sun may make me rise with it,
I blew off candle flames,
and let the day light my life up.

I sailed on expectations,
of happy surprises,
not big but little delights,
that I can gulp in without guilt,
as I slip out of my quilt,
in a hurry matching the rush of streets,
that busy people bring about.
A few moments to catch breathe,
act carefree and boundless,
like catching the speeding bus,
in a positive spirited jitter,
and the little good feeling that would accompany it.

I ran down thoughts,
in a worry sprinkled
on my checklist of pending things,
I wish to remove one today,
without forcing to be alive,
and live in the flow
of drugged dancer's footsteps,
random but natural,
simple but beautiful.

To the will of my destiny,
I again start afresh the same way,
a cold bath, a teacup, biscuits and fried eggs.
I beg a relaxed day,
time to smile, moments of laughter,
glimpses of smiles, and silence after.
A quick sleep through the night,
this much only,
would have made life so livable.