The Journey and the Destination.

I meet them everyday, waiting for an ear to narrate their unheard tales, tales of heaven and hell, dreams and hopelessness, valor and fear... I know I can’t go home, the home I dreamt of; and rest in two comforting arms, where I can embrace, touch, communicate.. and find my peace....
I got to stop on my way and listen to these unheard legends. They are waiting to become a part of my verses and ballads, my literary world. I can hear them calling out to me as if hailing-
“Hundred more years, you should live!”

And I know as long as I still can reach out and touch them; that I'll never die..
I'll LIVE forever....

I met this person on my way, so much like me and yet so different. I discovered his dreams and fears, listened to his side of the story and I could write an epic on him. And a dream buried in some shady corner of my heart comes alive. My home. My small and happy world! Walls of my colours, curtains of the type i love, doors and windows of the kind I want... where I would find peace, solace, tranquil, where there would be love, delight and radiance, where I could slow down and rest in those two comforting arms , where I can embrace, touch, communicate, where I feel blessed...

I thought I would never find a way, that I would probably never be able to answer what to choose- MY JOURNEY or MY DESTINATION?

And then I had a dream one night and I met God in my journey. He smiled at me and gave me something in my hand. It was a cross. And then God was gone. I looked around and I was alone. And then I felt an embrace round my waist . It was Him. So much like me and yet so different. I knew his dreams and fears, listened to his side of the story and I could write an epic on him....

And I know my answer.

This journey needs us.
'AND HUNDRED MORE YEARS WE SHALL LIVE......'

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तुझसे दूर नहीं; तेरे पास नहीं। न स्पर्श तेरा; तेरा श्वांस नहीं।
मिट मिट जो बने; बन बन जो मिटे ,कमज़ोर तेरा विश्वास नहीं।

हँसता था कभी चन्दन बनके,
आँगन में तेरे, वो स्नेह हूँ मैं।
झुकता था तेरे श्रम पे वंदन बनके।
तेरी राह पे जो, वो ध्येय हूँ मैं.

तेरा कल मै नहीं, तेरा आज नहीं। न पुण्य तेरा, तेरा पाप नहीं।
बिक गया जो भेंट चढ़ा पल पल; कमज़ोर तेरा अनुराग नहीं.

बहता था कभी जीवन बनके,
तेरी देह में जो वो प्राण हूँ मैं।
चढ़ गया जो पुष्प सुमन बनके,
मंदिर में तेरे बलिदान हूँ मैं...

जिसे तुने रब-सा पाया था,
जो सदा से तेरा हमसाया था।

जिसे खो के भी खो न सकेगा तू,
तुझमे वो तेरा अभिमान हूँ मैं...

FAITH.

I know.
'THEY' might not be indited
in these lines of fate
in my hands.
But My Faith in 'THEM'
and in YOU,
Shall make 'THEM' happen.

And till then,
I'll go on this way.
On this tough road.
With my Faith in You preserved.

And I know I'll win.
You'll not let me lose..

Will You???

Tonight, With flames...

Tonight.
My Love.

The flames shall write a whole new story .
And I'll see.
How the waters extinguish,
What we shall write tonight....

The Air Returns.

The air returns..
Returns the closing November chill.
Returns the same obscurity of vision.
On cold winter dusks.
As I traverse the same damp roads again..

The air returns.
Returns the closing November chill.
Returns the same insatiable aching.
In lone winter nights.
And I still wander in these dark corridors.
To hear the whistle of the train...

And as the cold damp air tries to carress my face,
with an effort to penetrate inside.
I put back the shell, the veil.
And walk away.
For inside there breathes,
A spark in this heart.
Longing to survive.
Fighting the cold, the mist.
And I fear the winds...

The Five Elements

I shall wait for the rest of my life.

For the moment.
When.
The five elements I am made with.
Shall merge with Yours.

The Air.
The Fire.
The Water.
The Earth
And.
The Sky.
Shall witness. Our Unison.