Seas sans salt

 

Don't cry on the greens,

Cry on the seas,

Salt will meld with salt.

Many have cried before,

Therefore the seas.

Some old seas have even gone

And have left behind deserts.

Only some oases remain there,

A reminder of the seas sans salt.

Tomorrow doesn't come everyday

 

Tomorrow doesn't come everyday,

It doesn't come when the night is long,

It comes when the stream whispers your name,

And the wind sings your song,

When your feet splashes the morning dew,

When the world is only about you.

Right to repair

 

Per a new law, you have the right to repair your heart. You could get it repaired from a third party. Warranties on the heart remain even with third party repair. Don't settle for a broken heart.

Shooting star

 

I had a burnout,

As I hurtled across

The night sky,

And gathered wishes.

Folks looked at me

With wonder,

With prayer,

With wishes,

Some even with anger.

Some wishes were impossible,

Even for me to settle.

Turning back the clock

Of the unloved

To a new beginning:

This wish often came

Thick and fast.

Still I tried hard and fast

To settle,

And had a burnout.

Which corner of the world is mine?

 

Which corner of the world is mine?

Which corner of your world is mine?

You are my world.

And then there was you

 

The other night,

Heavens came down to earth,

And the moon floated by,

The stars twinkled mischiveously,

And angels were everywhere.

The scent of music wafted languidly,

And then there was you.

पर यह सोचता हूँ, कहाँ तुझसे जुदा हूँ मैं?

 

With apologies to Qateel Shifai and Jagjit Singh

Soul speak:

सदमा न है तुझे भी, कि मुझसे जुदा है तू,

पर यह सोचता हूँ, कहाँ तुझसे जुदा हूँ  मैं?

*You are in pain, that I am away from you,

   Yet I reflect, never am I away from you.