Two Eyes and a Story

There are these Two Eyes

And there's a Story,

There's a bit of Cloud

And there's a bit of Water.

It keeps flowing in two small streams,

Whether you listen or not

It keeps on telling, 

Some by written notes, 
Some by spoken words.

It's a bit familiar, it's a bit unknown,

It ends wherever the tears stop,

It's new yet

It is so old!!

As one gets finished, 
The other starts getting liked,

That forgotten matter then 
Arrives on the lips,

Yet it's a story of those two Eyes.

There are these Two Eyes

And there's a Story,

There's a bit of Cloud 

And there's a bit of Water.

  -(kb/24-03-2018/2)

मैं चाहता हूँ

मैं लिखना चाहता हूँ,
मन की गहराईयों से
झिंदगी के कुछ ऐसे पलों के बारे में जब
मैंने अपने आप को पहचाना
ईस दुनियां की दुनियादारी को माना
सच को झूठ और झूठ को सच करने की
निरन्तर हो रही साझिशों को
एकदम क़रीब से जानाl

मैं देखना चाहता हूँ वॉ ख़्वाब
जो हक़ीक़त बनने की गुंजाइश रखे न रखे
लेकिन उनमें ऐसा ख़याल, ऐसी ताजगी, ऐसी ताक़त हो
जो ना सिर्फ़ मुजे बल्के
उसे देखने का होंस्ला रखने वाले हरेक शख्श को
एक नई उम्मीद, नई लेहर, नई उमंग से भर देl

मैं गाना चाहता हूँ
बिलकुल उस परिन्दे की तरह
जो आसमाँ की ऊँचाइयों को छूता हुवा
जीवन की जबरदस्त महफ़िलों का
अकेले ही लुफ्त उठाता रहता हैं
फिकर नहीं
उसे सुनने वाले क्या सोचे ना सोचेl

हे इश्वर, हे जग-रक्षक ,
मुजे ऐसे लिखने की सोच दे
ऐसे देखने की दृष्टि दे
ऐसे उड़ने की हिम्मत दे
ऐसे जीने का जझबा देl

- (kb/original/17-03-2018)

Sometimes

Sometimes, I don't know why, deep in my heart, a thought arrives, 
As if you have been created just for me,
You were wandering among the stars before we met,
You have been asked to visit the earth just for me.

Sometimes deep in my heart, a thought arrives, 
That these eyes and this body belong just to me,
This gracefully dense shade of hair is meant just for me,
These lips and these arms belong just to me.

Sometimes deep in my heart, a thought arrives, 
As if somewhere on the road, a marital bugle is blowing,
It is our first night and I am lifting your bridal cover,
You are in my arms, so shy and still smiling!!

Sometimes deep in my heart, a thought arrives, 
Will you love me the same for the rest of our lives?
Will you look at me with the same awe and wonder?
I know you are yet so “unfamiliar” but still, Oh yes still,
Sometimes deep in my heart, a thought arrives,
Sometimes deep in my heart, a thought arrives.

(Written originally in hindi by the great Sahir Ludhiyanvi saab in 1976.)
-(kb/translated/09-03-2018) 😊

The Sphere of Enlgihtenment

It is the sphere of Ultimate Knowledge about the Self, 

Where questions like "Who am I actually, Why have I come in this world" etc.
Are answered comprehensively and interestingly.
Once a being enters this sphere
Words like "I, my, mine, my body, my property" seem worthless,
The darkness of ignorance disappears suddenly,
The dawn of Self-realization occurs,
And he begins to feel that inner happiness
The one which stands at the pinnacle
The one which gives so much joy,
Incomparable to any other worldly pleasures,
The best one, the highest one amongst all,
Then the ultimate, undeniable Truth is felt,
It depends on a particular individual
As to what he does after that
Whether he lives according to this new Realization
Or goes back to his materialistic ways
His destiny is decided by the path he treads. 

- (kb/2-3-2018)

She

Oh God! What's happening to me👨 these days? 
Why can't I remove her👧 from my brains?
I've seen her just a few times,
She👸 lives nearby my old residence,🏡
Every night🌉 when I go to sleep,
She quietly moves into my dreams! 😇
Her name initials are same as mine,✍️
Tell me, O Lord, what's Thy wish?😎  -(kb/27-02-2018)

The Dictator

                             THE  DICTATOR

Passing by the streets of Baghdad, a peculiar site I saw

Pulling down they were, this huge statue of Saddam Hussein 
Ruthless in action and without a hint of flaw
They grounded the colossal one, with a lot of disdain.

For a moment, time freezed and everyone was so still
Birds stopped flying, onlookers ceased to move at all
Around my spine, I felt a strange sharp chill 
As I watched the statue crumble down and fall.

As their dictator fell, the crowds danced in joy
I pondered over his rule over those 24 long years
Pitiless, stubborn and solid was his style and ploy
As he let none go against what came between those ears.

During those days, his masses looked at him with a lot of awe
His army men carried within them about him so much fear
Gold, jewelry and huge amount of land
He possessed gradually as he lifted his power gear.

But Look my friend, today it’s all gone adrift
His glory, wealth and mighty hand have become history!!
A crumbled statue, a dead dictator is all that is left 
And people have long forgotten him and his tyranny.

Does wealth, power and fame last forever?
The answer, my friend, is a clear negative
Humans should learn from the fall of this dictator
About the above, one can't be so addictive.

-   Kamlesh Bhatt (kb/19-02-2018)

As if

As if
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As if there is a complaint deep in your heart,
As if you just told a story with your eyes
As if a lifetime was spent remaining awake
As if someone is living, but is about to die.

Every time we meet, a feeling lingers on,
As if your eyes are asking something to me.

An unknown feeling rides the mind, while walking on the street,
She is looking at me, hiding somewhere somehow...!

A journey of centuries suddenly got contracted in a small second,
As if life travelled fast, very fast.

I keep on thinking about you for hours and hours,
As if all the time of my life has been written in your name.

As if there is a complaint deep in your heart,
As if you just told a story with your eyes
As if a lifetime was spent remaining awake
As if someone is living, but is about to die.