It's bound to lose
But would stay forever in you
It's bound to melt away
Like a snowflake in the storm
Like a fragrant aster in the air
But would become forever a part of you
It's bound to change with the times
Like a shifting sand dune
like a sun-kissed maple leaf
and would mesmerize you forever in all its forms
It's bound to be itself
Even though it knows its fate
For unconditional love
Knows what feels right
किसी बाप ने बोझ समेट
सिर से आज उतारा
तो किसीने अपनी लक्ष्मी बाई की ढाल बन
सुबह ही आने वालों को जाने का रास्ता दिखा डाला
किसी ने अपना हक़ मांग
बराबर कन्धा दिया
तो किसी अबला ने न माँगा न दिया
बस मांगने वालों की आग में खुद से ख़ुदी को खो डाला
किस्से हज़ारों नम इन आँखों में
कुछ नीति से भरे तो कुछ युक्तियुक्त
कुछ संकुचे कुछ उन्मुक्त
कुछ जीते ... कुछ जीये
कहानी हम सब ने अपनी खुद लिखी
किसीने कलम खुद पकड़ी
तो किसीने सब को थमाई
और यूँ ताना बाना बुन
समाज की चादर बनायी
और छेद तो तब बने इस चादर में
जब एक ताने ने बाने का सिर झुकाया
न सम्मान दिया न स्वीकारा
वो हाथ मेरा भी था जितना तेरा
समाज की ये लड़ाई
कब निति या नियम जीत पाए हैं
एक दुसरे को नकार
कब एक या करोड़ क्रांति ला पाए हैं
even it had spoilage
I would pick the best
and leave the rest
to the test of times
to feed back
the roots of my favorite orchard
may sit in its shade
of a hundred years old oracle
or shun its shadows
if they grow on you
blocking the light and life
growing out of my favorite orchard
all is well
as you honor its goodness
leave the weathered be
connect with the folds of time anew
and grow into something more
than my favorite orchard
And left them to the chances
Of adversary, of unmet grievances
Or the giants are canopying
The struggling fresh blades of ideas
Or is it the survival of the old
Defying ageing at what may cost
Did we forget to raise politicians
For that’s no body’s dreams
Not a parent’s or a child’s
Of a teen’s or an influencer’s
Is it dirtier than the dirtiest job we have heard
Or a pit only for the fallen
And now we are lead by myopias
Of boundaries, of growth, of happiness
Voting led by bets and lotteries
And freebies and poachers
Which side has turned into what
For all the way it’s back to animal farm
Dear kiddo, Maths is a language
And English is another
Just like the characters of Shakespeare
Your variables will never cease to wonder
Unlike His novels
Your variables live in a world of order
Two plus is two always four
Unless you enter into the realms of quantum blur
They skip, they hold hands with X and Pluses
They have differences and moments
Unlocking the biggest mysteries of the world
The Bermudas, the 2024 YR4, or the apocalypse
Numbers are the key to the questions
You have not yet asked for precise
They are the order in the chaos
For, even God is believed to play the dice
To all my kids and students who get scared from Maths, just because...
ਸੌ ਵਾਰ ਦੁਹਾਇਆਂ ਦਿਤੀਆਂ
ਤੇ ਸੌ ਵਾਰ ਅੰਬਰ ਵੱਲ ਤੱਕਿਆ
ਕੰਡਿਆਂ ਵਰਗੀ ਜਕੜੰਣ ਸੀ
ਸੌ ਵਾਰ ਲੜੀਆਂ ਤੇ ਹਾਰਿਆਂ
ਹਾਰ ਜਦੇ ਮੈਂ ਤਾਕੀ, ਅੱਖਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਡਾਲ
ਆਪਣੇ ਹੀ ਡਰ ਨਾਲ ਰੂਬਰੂ
ਅਪਣਾ ਅਮਲ
ਤੇ ਅਪਣਾ ਹੀ ਅਖ਼ਤਿਆਰ
ਹੁਣ ਫੁਰਸਤ ਨਾਲ ਚਲ ਬੈਠ ਕਰ
ਇਕ ਇਕ ਭੈ ਦੀਆਂ ਗੱਲਾਂ
ਮੁਕ ਜਾਣ ਦੇ ਇਸਦੀਆਂ ਉਡੀਕਾਂ
ਆਪਣੇ ਹੀ ਹੱਥ ਫੜ ...ਕੰਡਿਆਂ ਕਰਾ ਪਾਰ
Must have been angry on some
Or on lost expectations, perhaps very invested
Or was it on the fears of losing a future
That I chose to poison my words
Must have been some disoriented horizons
Or some misplaced priorities, perhaps very delusional
Or my own inactions, and slipping opportunities
That I chose to poison my logic
Must have been something ...
Must have been something ...
That instead of taking a breath
And, breathing in all that I had
That I chose to poison the moment
