कुछ बात है इन पुरानी पड़ी तस्वीरों में,
वक़्त को थामना सीख लिया है इन्होंने,
वरना क्या मजाल थी यादों की वो पुरानी,
हर तस्वीर जो बता जाती है,
एक चार बाई चार के कागज़ से…….
There is something in these photos,
That lay besides me here,
They have learnt to hold the sands of time,
Memories are powerless even where,
A 4 by 4 photo that brings back to you……
Do lafzon ki kahani…….. Intro to the famous song Do Lafzon Ki Kahani, sung by the legendary Asha Bhosle…
Arranged by – Kumar Harsh.
Hope you’ll enjoy this…
मजबूर हूं तेरी इबादत से ए मालिक,
वरना तो जिस्म यह मिट्टी ही है…….
I am chained to your worship,
This body is nothing but sand…..
If only sound could travel through nothingness,
We would have known,
The pain the Moon feels,
Distance would never reduce,
Between her and the Earth,
Maybe that’s why its craters,
Tell a story,
Perennial, endless, infinite,
Sound can be underrated sometimes……
Dear Miss yet to come,
How are you? It’s been a long time since I wrote to you. Seasons have changed, the birds have flown from their nests, the old dilapidated house at the corner, remember? That couldn’t stand longer. It fell down. Everything’s been fine with me lately and I hope with you too. But we are too humans and as humans and the perfect law of nature, we change.
I don’t know why there is this feeling inside me that’s not letting me do anything. Usually it doesn’t make its presence felt. But when it does, I find sadness in almost anything. And you know how I rarely get sad, a little too emotional yes but rarely sad. Even the guitar lying next to me doesn’t inspire me to play it and get over it, the writing pad too, just growls at me with this I don’t know, a face that just doesn’t seem friendly. I sometimes wonder what it would feel like to share with you all this in person when you are lying along me in the open sky and wondering why the stars fall, who holds the moon up in the sky, why does a doughnut have a hole, or maybe why our hearts beat so slow when we are together. Remember the day, when you were sad about something that you didn’t remember. It’s something like that. The funny thing about it is that, how much I try to avoid it, it just comes bouncing back. The only thing sometimes I need is a your touch and not just physical, the intimacy we shared, mind, space and later the body that really was just another tune that we together create. I don’t know what’s difficult. Waiting for you or this thought that there is somewhere you as well, maybe waiting for me. Or have you found someone too good……
I wish you have that palm for me so that I may fill it with sometimes my hand, the flowers that your body absorbs so spectacularly or maybe sometimes this universe, our universe, our little world….
Waiting for you….
With lots of love.
I don’t want to die.
Rather live with you.
Everyday, each moment,
When I get to live two lives,
The one that’s meant for you,
And the one for us,
I want to live with you,
As long as the day shines,
And the days after them….
Why do you need me?
The Sun had asked the Earth.
You make me feel alive.
The Earth had answered….
वफ़ा की हमारी हमने ना कोई नज़्म दी थी,
ज़माना क्या बैमान हुया था जिस दिन,
अपने तो तराज़ू में इस नाचीज़ को तोल दिया था…
As the cold water reached up my legs,
Slowly calming every nerve, every muscle,
Barely making their presence felt,
The sweet music that the water made,
In sync with the numerous stones,
That lay in its bed,
Perfected to the shape, the size they were then,
The water doesn’t stop,
Mountains turn to stones,
Stones to dust,
Who are we to question?
Why does one need so many answers?
I wondered my legs still in that cold water,
It really doesn’t matter,
As long as we are still moving,
The water had whispered in my ears,
They’ll soon turn to dust……..