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Pain and Poem May 8, 2016

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When it pains
I write.
Many have done this before me
Many would do this after me
Only a few are remembered for what they wrote
Only a few will be remembered for what they write.
Morning writings don’t reflect sunshine
Evening writings don’t reflect sunset
Pain is the constant
Pain comes and pen writes
Pain goes and pen stops.
Soul uses the pen
Hand is just an instrument
Words are formed by soul
Hand is commanded by soul
When and how I don’t know.
I do go back to read what I wrote
I do wonder why anyone should read me
Why should they waste their time
After all,
Everyone has pain
Everyone has soul
Everyone has expression.
Pain written is just words
What life it has?
Why believe tears on paper?
They are just tears
They don’t belong to anyone.
Has anyone ever escaped from pain?
Will anyone ever escape from pain?
Why bother, if it is not only you
Even if it is only you
Why bother?
Yes, there is reason to bother
Writing releases pain
Writing connects souls of pained
It soothes
It heals
What lips can’t say
Soul says
Soul becomes lighter
Soul flies
Soul finds another reason to fly
And
Soul finds yet another reason to cry
Yet another reason to be in pain
Yet another reason for soul to write….

When I am in pain

I write

Take Me In Your Arms May 1, 2016

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Take me, take me

Take me in your arms

Make my love immortal.

Immortal love

Immortal life

Life needs a meaning

It doesn’t have to be demeaning.

It is not about who I am

It is not about who you are

It is all about what love is

It is all about how we embrace it.

It is not about this life

It is about eternity

It is about the soul

It is about the soul’s immortality

Why do I long for silence

Why I don’t long for voice?

Be that voice

Be that music

Be that music which my ears have been yearning for.

I don’t wish to just see you

I wish you to be within me

I wish you be one with me.

Life questions have always been tough

I just couldn’t be that rough.

This pain was never an asset I wished I owned

I am sad is a sentence I wish I never moaned.

Lessons learned from sorrows are no lessons

Lessons learned from love are lessons of life.

How hard I try

I can’t love my tears

How hard I try

I can’t live without my fears.

Take me, take me

Take me in your arms

Make my love immortal.

Waqt Ka Tu Intezaar Kar January 14, 2016

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This poem is in Hindi, I am sure a friend would volunteer to stitch it together in English. This came together as a response to a Jigar Moradabadi’s poem shared by a dear friend. I wrote it under my pen name Simar Patialvi.

Waqt ka tu intzaar kar…

Dil ka kaya kassor hai

Dimag be dastoor hai

Mahoobat be daag hai

Yeah ek adbhoot aag hai.

Is aag ko roko mat

Jasbaat ko toko mat

Waqt hi inko fuslaae gaa

Kuch naya geet soonaae gaa

Jawani ka yahi kasoor hai

Duniya ka yahi dastoor hai

Mahoobat pae yahi daag hai

Yehhi ek adbhut raag hai.

Is raag ko bajne do

Is aag ko thamne do.

Waqt hi inko tokay gaa

Kisi nayee aag main jhonke gaa…

Kisi nayee aag main jhonke gaa..

Waqt ka tu intzaar kar…

Waqt ka tu intnzaar kar. –

 

Mind – The Poem March 21, 2011

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If “dead” is the first thought in your mind
You still have a hope.
If the first color in your thoughts is “black”
You still have a hope.
If your dreams are all about “life unplugged”
You still have a hope.
If you see color of your face as “pale’
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you want to write is “your obituary”
You still have a hope.
If the only music on your mind is “the last post”
You still have a hope.
If the air around you smells like a “gas chamber”
You still have a hope.
If the only drink you need is “poison”
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you wish to discard is “your life”
You still have a hope.
If your all fantasies are heap of “nightmare”
You still have a hope.
If you pronounce your name as “shame’
You still have a hope.
If you abhor God and have no trust in “him”
You still have a hope.
As long as your mind “works”
You still have a hope.
As long as your “mind works”
You have a hope
As long as “your mind works”
You are a hope
As long “as your mind works”
You are ‘The Hope”
“You are The Hope”