बुरे नहीं हो तुम ,
बस बात कुछ यूँ है कि अब अच्छे नहीं लगते !
- कोमल 'विनोद-
Freedom is the bird that sings,
Untamed by society's strings,
It's the joy of doing wild things.-
मेरे रास्ते लिखे हैं ज़िंदगी ने
कभी रुका कभी उलझा कभी मैं टूटा
I'm lost in a world of confusion,
Where emotions swirl, a constant illusion.
no one understands, I'm left to survive.
My emotions raw, my heart can't decide.
My body changes, my mind does too,
I'm searching for identity, what to do.
कठपुतली के धागे खिंच हमे लें जाये। -2
A dancing puppet Tied to many strings
Strings of relations, strings made of
desire Where it all begins..
A dancing puppet...
धागा प्रीत का, लोभ का ये गाँठ बांधे जुड़ गया
रोम-रोम को छुआ, मोह ऐसा है हुआ।
The desire of beauty the desire of love
the desire to have it all...
Spiral of likes and dislikes...
सुना कह रहा विवेक जो मुझ से
चले फिर भी धुन पर मन खुद ही से।
Life moulds me , binds me
Knots these loose ends of threads of desire.
I messed up while wishing to break free.
Reaction, resistance, desiring my way. what a waste
But ये उलझने कैसे मुझे सुलझा गया ।
अधूरा था जुड़ने चला था...-
I am glad that you reckoned everything to be accidental.
From the touch of the hand,
The brush of knees, the conversation,
The teases from friends, your arrival, my clumsiness,
All of it.
I am glad you still belive them to be accidental.
But what if I told you none of it were accidental?
And the plan folded right into place with every strings onto the bones of the living skeletons involved.
I smirked as the moves went exactly how I played them in my head.
The words said, the sudden change of plans.
And the biggest con I ever pulled off well,
Was to make everyone belive that everything was indeed accidental,
And I can be careless for most cases.-
Life is never good with strings that we tend to attach , however they are !!
-
The evanishment of my corporeality is a scintilla iota mingled in the astron universe: it employs miscellaneous strings of electrons, protons and neutrons on the mechanics of all its corpusculum, bloodstream, bones and cerebrum by doing galaxy expedition in dynamics space to usher in the renaissance; each in neurons and intravenous.
-
My strings are attached to you
in a way that my solitary violin
cries the tune of autumn love in
honor of these warm feelings
I have.-
मै हूं
ढूंढ लेना कभी फुर्सत मिले तो
तूने तेरी मशरूफियत में कही खो दिया ही शायद-