Talaash – A Find!

Itni dur main chala,
Dhundla ho gaya,
Apne aks ko kho diya,
Aisa main ulajhta raha.

Kho diya kuch,
Kise…
Aur kaise…
Talaash hai.
Apna koi bhool gaya.

Aasmaan ki udaan,
Taaro ki saugaat,
Timtimati roshni,
Savaari meri jeet ki.
Le gaya apno ko,
Meethe rishton ko,
Mita diye saare faaslein.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Kaamyabi ki takht par,
Khada main akela,
Shikhar par sabse aage,
Mere peeche duniyawale.
Taaliyon ka shor,
Khushiyon ki badhayie,
Shabaashi kandho par,
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Seedi joh upar le jaaye,
Woh badhti chali jaaye,
Naye mukam dikhayein,
Neeche ka na koi dhaam.
Main band aankhon ka aisa abhaaga.
Itna lamba dekh na paaya.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Mehnat se yahan pahucha,
Kashton ko maine saha,
Tum kya jaano iss daur ko,
Har lamha maine jiya.
Yahan aana mera khwaab tha,
Ab aa toh gaya,
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Kamyaabi kamaayi,
Daulat aur shaurat bhi,
Jeeta Jag,
Jeeta apna naam.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Haan…
Talaash hai…
Mujhe meri…
Koun tha pehle,
Aaj koun hoon main,
Aaine ne bhi diya dhoka,
Le gaya mujhse meri pehchaan.

Bhagta chala,
Ruke na ruka,
Manzil ka junoon savaar,
Tezi ka main hua shikaar.

Talaash hai…
Mujhe meri.
Mann ke sukoon ki.
Apno ke saath ki.
Ghar ki roti ki.
Mere humsafar ki.

Aaj awaaz do mujhe,
Kaho ab laut chalein,
Talaash hai mujhe…
Tumhari…
Aur hamari!

 

Feminism

No boast to praise,
No toast to raise,
I hit a simple truth,
Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.

The bold individualism.
The attitude in my sleeves.
The mark of silent attention.
The comfort of my jeans.
The scars on my skin.
Allow me to grow thick and thin.

Enthral bold experiences.
Skill thrilling adventures.
Sail mighty endurances.
Toughen gentle resolves.
Perceive grim battles.
Aim me to stand high and tall.

The womb of world,
Calls me names.
Ripping through shuttering eyes,
My feminism cuts barriers ahead.
For new terrains and green plains.

Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.

: Perception

Clutched in shackles of bondage,
Peace is my destination.
Running cold shivers to the spine,
Tranquility is nothing but a perception.

I walk the aisle of fire,
Draining the truth in vain.
My gumboots ran cold in chilly snow,
Warmth is nothing but a perception.

Cold blood baths wet my land,
Loathing cries pain the new widow.
Sacrifice inherits delirium,
Revenge is nothing but a perception.

Violence ain’t any solution,
Vengeance is no justice.
The able mind to strum the right chord,
Happiness is then a real perception.

Happiness strings music,
Music plays harmony,
Harmony bridges freedom,
Freedom unveils salvation,
Salvation is then nothing,
My only ‘true perception.’

 

Lahu ke do rang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ1qdWvNedQ

A tribute to all the Indian Jawans who lost their lives in Kashmir for the motherland on 14/02/19 – Jai Hind!

Koun hai tu…
Pesh karo pehchaan.
Josh bhi ek,
Junoon bhi ek,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kahan se aaya tu…
Elaan karo mazhab.
Mandir bhi ek,
Masjid bhi ek,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Koun hai tera messiah…
Kiska tu padhe kalma.
Aankh se barse shola,
Chaati se phate jwaala,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kis maksat se tu aaya…
Kaisa baarood tu laaya.
Mastak ka tilak bhi lal,
Rakt ka lep bhi lal,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kaisa maahol tu laya…
Kaala sanaata chaaya.
Na dikhi sooni kalai,
Na suni maa ki fariyaad,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kya naam hai tera ‘Aatank?’…
Gaon mein phire, tu banke khouf.
Goli se tu khele holi,
Maut se rahe aankh micholi,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

O re ‘Aatank’…
Sun meri bhi chetaavni.
Na jaanoo teri jaat,
Na dikhe tera bhed,
Paar joh kar di tune sarhad,
Laang doon main bhi seema.

Kasam mere tirange ki,
Ghuss kar tere bill mein,
Kar doon chaathi teri chalni.
Yeh watan hai mera,
Main hoon iska sipahi.
Lal hai mera rang,
Lal hi mera lahu hai.

‘Salute to the Indian Army’.

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