Standing on the battlefield we leave our sorrows behind,
Standing on the battlefield we forget our happy days,
Standing at the edge of it we cannot make mistakes,
Standing in the middle of war and peace.
This is not a war to kill, nor to get territories.
This is not a war to kill, nor to get territories!
It is the war of life we play
With both determination and peace.
We play as challengers
Challenging the valleys to make us fall into them,
Challenging the oceans to drown us into them,
We play... We play the game of life.
We determine our loses,
We choose our wins,
We clash with reality that stops our dreams;
We mend the pre-made paths towards our goals,
We step up everytime we reach the sky,
We find it victorious to lean in our cries
The pleas of our bodies to embrace the change,
The exhausted courage to give in and rest
And fight with consequences with our hearts on the flame,
To win this war of life with our names in the game.
Standing on the battlefield we leave our sorrows behind,
Standing on the battlefield we forget our happy days,
Standing right here in place we make mistakes,
We frame our failures to jump on the rocks
Cross the deepened river of problems and sorrows.-
खामोंशियों की ओर
ख़ामोशी की तमन्ना से हम आहिस्ते-आहिस्ते गुज़रते रहें,
जब व्यक्त करने की आशा लुप्त हो गई थी
समस्याओं की वादियों में,
धीरे-धीरे आशाएं स्पष्ट हो रहीं हैं,
मानो खामोंशियों में बातें घुल रही हैं...
इन खामोंशियों के घेरे में हम अब ऐसे घिर गए,
मानो व्यक्त करते करते मोड़ पे थम गए।
थमे हम जहां की नज़रों में मगर
असल में हम आगे आगे बढ़ गए।
बढ़ गए ऐसी शिकायतों से आगे,
जो बंधे रखती थी नाराज़गियों के धागे;
जो छिपाए छिपाती रखती खुशियों से दूर,
कर देती थी आदतों की उथल-पुथल से मजबूर;
अब हम उन रास्तों से आगे बढ़ चुके हैं,
एक नए अदृश्य घेरे के भीतर फिसल चुके हैं।
बाहर से रहे हम उम्मीदों के पीछे,
भीतर हमारे -- हम ऊपर, दुनिया नीचे।
आकांक्षाओं से विवश और नहीं हुए हम,
ताकि पर फैलाकर खामोंशियों के बादल छुए हम।
अंधे नहीं हुए हम मुसीबतों की नज़र से,
देखकर, जानकर, ऊपर उठ गए।
ज़माने की नज़रों के थोड़ा नीचे।।
आगे अब भी बढ़ रहे हैं
खामोंशियों से दूर,
एक नए मोड़ पर
खामोंशियों के पास।
इधर या उधर जहां नज़रे जाएं,
अब दिखती ही नहीं शिकायतों की फसल!-
The Crack of it
The curtains can't guard it anymore,
The incredible view
standing at the sky;
I open my dear eyes and move forward
Towards this source of light...
The sun hadn't yawned yet,
So what made this chaos?
I slid them aside and stared up,
At a rather unclear land above.
The blue base was torn apart,
The yellow glaze shown
by the transmitters of rain;
They shone bright,
Nearly close to stars...
I kept my eyes
Close to my heart,
For it was about to explode
at the sight of such immense beauty
and power... To have torn skies apart!
I looked up
at it;
It, the stunning mess,
Which stood in front of my onyx orbs,
Filling my heart with desire,
A desire to keep looking;
At what is definitely now
the 'crack' of it.-
The morning sky blushes,
As the orange sun brushes
Over the canvas of empty nothingness;
The coconut looks tall and rough,
Good for rubbing and mixing;
The cluster o' plants guard the view,
With a greenish hint;
The banana leaves are tissues
blending the scenery into view,
The top of the bliss is mine,
I stand apart, admiring the pale hue!-
"Upcoming Examinations..."
It is not about how well
I can replicate the knowledge on paper,
When the war of exams are announced;
It is not about how well
I know what the war tactics consist;
It is not about
Anything that relates and retells to succeed
This one time of a test.
It is about precision;
The degree of precision of the knowledge
I gained;
A perfect score thus,
Not represent excellence,
Rather perfection;
Of concept and skill!-
In the vermilion hue
Over the mist of this winter morning,
I'm reminded of you....
But that is not the only reason,
This sweet tinge, but also
the tight hinge that brought us together;
Every single day, with something
she never knew she had.
Today's her birthday.
I ponder hard, what I shall write...
There's so much to convey,
At such a lack of words,
She might never know,
'Cause there's no way to measure,
Our love for her.
Though she's still just as sweet,
Care dripping off her blinks,
Honeyed words are her weapon,
With which she can teach us anything.
Her eyes, her smile, her looks and her puffs,
Feeds us her reflecting words;
She knows and she cares,
For whoever she is met with,
Her power lies where people deem her nice,
But she exercises it beautifully
Over every apple of her eyes...
May she live happy, may she teach best,
May she be the star
Seen over every student's nest,
May she stay as long
As these misty skies,
And her smile shines
Over the shine of light.-
I stood there,
Pondering what I was, a moment before...
Unusual is the sensation,
This sensation;
Of want... To do something that has no meaning.
Why was this so strong?
Where had I gone wrong?
I stood there;
And pondered.
No reason whatsoever,
No meaning nonetheless,
Natural occurrence is the truth that's standing on my door
Then, why such unnatural desires
Circled the canvas of my mind?
Why was it so eager
To do something not so right?
Why was I so eager
To do something that equates to nothing?
-
I know what I'm doing.
"Do I, really?"
I know this is right.
"Is it, really?"
I believe in myself.
"Have I ever?"
I can do this!
"Can I, truly?"
This is my chance to shine.
"Is it?"
I need to be positive.
"Need I be so?"
I am...
I am ready?
The words of faith built it up,
The enquiry brought it down.
The statements were false,
The questions were true.
There's this time
when you need to embrace this false
and abandon the truth;
To create something extraordinary.-
Dear Teacher,
A piece of virtue you are,
With care and love embedded;
A piece of trust you had
On me,
That has driven me so far....
A piece of faith I had
On you,
That has kept us close
When issues had driven us apart.
Unknowingly but willingly,
We both were together;
We never forgot...
What we have been for each other.
Though distance has had it's chances
Between us,
But love and familiarity has made us detach-proof;
All thanks to you.
A short note from,
Yours only.-