The Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine.



I lost my way a million times,

Faced thousand storms and a hundred landslides,

With each step I took, my goal moved afar,

Tired of the struggle I decided to go back,

I reached the place I started the first time,

And chose the other road to change this life of mine,

I won something with each new turn,

And the road offered me a million goals to conquer.

“जिसने मुझको प्यासा रक्खा बनी रहे वह भी हाला,
जिसने जीवन भर दौड़ाया बना रहे वह भी प्याला,
मतवालों की जिहवा से हैं कभी निकलते शाप नहीं,
दुखी बनाया जिसने मुझको सुखी रहे वह मधुशाला”

Wandering thoughts

"Na ho ab udaas tu
Na kr ankhe num
In sooni sooni raaton mein
Ayenge tujhse milne hum
In sooni sooni raaton mein In pyaari pyaari baaton mein
Main laut aaunga un 
dheemi shaamon mein
Kiye the hum ne waadey jo
Un saarey kasme waadon Ko main mar ke bhi nibhaunga"

Wandering thoughts

इन खीडकी से गुजरती सूरज की किरणो ने नींद से जगा दिया
वरना आज तो हमने तुझे बस पा ही लीया था!