Ae dil tu thakta kyu nahi
Aasman ki chah liye tu kitne din jee payega
Kitni dhadkane gavayega
Kitne zulm sahega aur kitne dhayega
Gir gaya jo patta shakh se,
Use kitne din apni aankho me bithayega
Behla phusla ke khud ko
Kitne aur aansu rulayega
Jo nahi tha tera kabhi
Us pe kya rona
Zindagi ka khel samajh le
Kuch paana aur khuch khona
Walking across a quiet field with you,
I gaze into the sky..
The stars are like glittering diamonds
You are holding my hand,
And I am already high.
A chilling breeze blows suddenly,
and you wrap me up in your arms.
I look into your eyes suddenly
And I know you are susceptible to my charms 😉
And as the trees sway..
And as the winds groan..
And the moon hides..
And emerges on a cloud throne..
As you gaze upon me..
And as I gaze upon you..
I discover something,
and know you’ve discovered it too…!
The question was asked, and curiosities were raised,
Where principles were to be proven, humanity was disgraced,
A small mewling kitten, younger by far,
Was put in a container, in a death jar…
The jar was laced, with poison so potent,
That could kill a grown man, in an instant.
The poison was to break at a random time,
The kitten’s fate was to be decided, by the probability paradigm..
The jar was shut, and everyone could hear,
The kitten’s screams, of stark terror and fear!
As they pressed closer, faces alight with thirst
Their reflections showed evil threatning to burst..
At the selected hour, the jar was finally opened.
The vial of poison was shut; the jar was not yet poisoned.
But the kitten had died, out of fear they say,
Their theory was a failure, probability lost that day.
And the kitten was discarded, just like the jar,
Was thrown in the dumpster, like a burnt cigar.
And the reverends lamented, and sighed in dismay
For it was not science, but humanity that lost that day…..
If all the world’s a stage
and everthing is scripted,
Then what is right and wrong?
Why is evil and good depicted?
If we dont have a choice
and fate is paramount,
Then why do we race?
Should’nt we just dismount?
If good comes to the good
and bad comes to the bad,
Then why do the crafty get to steal?
The money that simpletons never had?
If we all have to die
and roll in the dust one day…
Then why are we struggling?
And squandering moments away
The court was set, the decision was taken.
The trial was skipped, the jury had spoken.
The prisoner was sentenced, the girl sat appalled,
The tag had stuck, “Naughty girl” she was now called!
“Declared naughty”,the scribe wrote his report.
The hangman had brought his noose,right into the court!
The rope was taut,and the lever was positioned.
The stool was swung, and the trapdoor opened…..
“Walk on the side walk!”, – my mother had said
“The road is fast and rough”,
“There are stangers on the road” she said
“Keeping alive there is tough”
“And you’re but a little child”
“And as gullible as one can be”
“You wont survive there for a day” she said
“And then dont come running to me…”
So as a dutiful child I walked,
On the side all this while.
Seeing the cars speeding by I thought,
That their life was dangerous, futile.
The world was running and I creeped,
Holding my mothers hand.
Time was ticking and it seeped,
As slippery as sand.
I judged the road, and discarded it,
Before even trying to see,
What made my mother say,
That the road was not for me.
And years passed and I grew lonely
I grew older, and was called a coward.
I was still where I was when I was little
While the world had moved forward.
And in this race , they out ran me.
Fool and naive I was, both in one.
after wasting a lifetime I realised,
that strangers were better than walking alone.
One wing short, as the “half winged” pigeon I was known…
I knew the skies, but never had I flown….
The clouds touched me and whispered of things from afar,
Tickled my wings, and made my heart and brain spar…
I yearned to fly,
High up in the sky
I yearned to soar,
Like a whole bird…and more
They never let me spread my wings,
“Weak spine…” they decreed and they mocked..
They fed my fears and inadequacies,
My dreams crumbled, and my demons flocked…
Then one day I decided, this half life was not worth living.
Either I would fly, or I would die trying.
I would reach those clouds for once, instead of the other way round,
That is when I spread my wings and started flapping them around.
And suddenly I was up in the air,
And surprisingly I stayed there!
I flapped harder and higher I rose,
Friends clapped and whooped, others just froze.
I flew higher than they ever did
The naggers stared in dismay…
Flying an eagle’s flight I realised,
The sky was as complete as I was today….
They told me it would pass, as every storm does one day
They said then I would be happy, merry and gay
The flowers would blossom and the winds would play chimes
The children would come out and the vale would reek with their rhymes
There would be food, and laughter, and contentment galore
No pain, no hunger, and I would not be cold anymore
And the trees would be green, and the rainbows would come out
Spring would come again, and scatter happiness about
But what of those who have gotten used to the night?
It’s been so long, I have forgotten what is light
The future will bring happiness I am sure
But I have lost it all, I don’t have any money anymore
The village would be celebrating, and I would just peep from my hut.
As I wouldn’t have any money, so the door would be shut….
The new day will come, but will it keep us urchins warm?
What do I do? I have spent all my money in the storm…….
You and I, both of us cold, both of us lonely... alone, in a room full of people! You and I, both of us dumb, both of us speechless, wordless, with a heart still beating! You and I, both of us screaming both of us retreating feeling, with a cold smile outside.....!
A million thoughts ago I’d thought,
my world would never be sold or bought.
I’d rough it out,and live though it all,
storm,flood, famine and draught…
I would not bow to injustice,
I would stand up for my faith.
Yet at the first test of time,
I gave it all up and lived like a wraith….
The principles I had to follow,
the promises I had to keep,
were forgotten on the pedestal,
as my conscience went to sleep….
Now I know I am derailing,
from what I’d reolved to be.
I know old dreams stand mocking,
When ever I care to see…
I know I should not think this,
But my mind will never be free…
And the face that stares at me in the mirror
that stranger will never be me….
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