Mindless Wanderings

My love by S Hirekar

You are special

Lately I've been sad..

When your soul finally meets it's soulmate

This is a lovely Hindi poem written by Zakir khan.

मुझसे पहली सी मोहब्बत मिरी महबूब न मांग मैने समझा था कि तू है तो दरख़्शां है हयात तेरा ग़म है तो गम-ए-दहर का झगड़ा क्या है तेरी सूरत से है आलम में बहारों को सबात तेरी आँखों के सिवा दुनिया मे रक्खा क्या है तू जो मिल जाये तो तक़दीर निगूँ हो जाये यूँ न था, मैने फ़क़त चाहा था यूँ हो जाये और भी दुख हैं ज़माने में मोहब्बत के सिवा राहते और भी हैं वस्ल की राहत के सिवा अनगिनत सदियों से तारीक़ बहीमाना तिलिस्म रेशम-ओ-अतलस-ओ-कमख़्वाब में बुनवाए हुए जा-ब-जा बिकते हुए कूचा-ए-बाज़ार में जिस्म ख़ाक में लिथड़े हुए, ख़ून मे नहलाये हुए जिस्म निकले हुए अमराज़ के तन्नूरों से पीप बहती हुई गलते हुए नासूरों से लौट जाती है उधर को भी नज़र क्या कीजे अब भी दिलकश है तेरा हुस्न मगर क्या कीजे और भी दुख हैं ज़माने मे मोहब्बत के सिवा राहतें और भी हैं वस्ल की राहत के सिवा मुझसे पहली सी मोहब्बत मिरी महबूब न मांग-फैज़ अहमद फैज़ मायने दरख़्शां है हयात = जीवन सुखमय है, गम-ए-दहर=सांसारिक दुःख, आलम = दुनिया, सबात=ठहराव, निगूँ=बदल जाना, वस्ल =मिलन, तारीक़ बहीमाना तिलिस्म=क्रूरता का अंधकारमय जाल, रेशम-ओ-अतलस-ओ-कमख़्वाब=रेशम के कीमती वस्त्र, जा-ब-जा=जगह-जगह, कूचा-ए-बाज़ार = बाज़ार की गलियां, अमराज़ के तन्नूरों=बीमारियों की भट्टी, दिलकश=आकर्षक

I have been broken Broken for long Too long I have been a mess Since the day I remember As far as I can recall I am not easy to love Difficult to make sense of Impossible to predict I bring along with me the thunders and cyclones I'm the desert and the mirage Scorching sun and the warmth of the moon I can't promise you a fairytale No where close to it, But you will have demons to fight Demons residing in my past Demons of my mind and soul You'll have to conquer them all You'll be hurt, burnt and bruised Loved in a way you can never imagine Nothing will match your expectations So my darling! It's your call To stick or to move on Make your way through petals Or take me in With the thorns I adorn

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Poem by Amrita Pritam

I know. I know.

they are limited, have different

needs and

concerns.

but I watch and learn from them.

I like the little they know,

which is so

much.

they complain but never

worry,

they walk with a surprising dignity.

they sleep with a direct simplicity that

humans just can't

understand.

their eyes are more

beautiful than our eyes.

and they can sleep 20 hours

a day

without

hesitation or

remorse.

when I am feeling

low

all I have to do is

watch my cats

and my

courage

returns.

I study these

creatures.

they are my

teachers.