A small bird that fluttered over my head,
Now lies in a grave - peaceful and at peace.

A flower that grew only on the peaks,
Now swings with my garland.

A joy that lay in pursuit,
Now fades in satisfaction's company.

(c) hp.

Duniya se bachane khud ko khudgarz banaaya,
Khudgarzi ke andhere me khud hi ko gumaaya.
Unn farishto se saaya chhudaaya,
Jin ki aankhon mein aaiyne ko paaya.
Ab khaunf aur khalish yahi hai 'besabr',
Kahin inn naadaan tarikon mein tune khud ko nahi bhulaaya.

(c) hp.

The road is known yet unfamiliar,
The days are long yet numbered,
Everything seems right yet doesn't feel right,
There isn't any doubt yet I hesitate.
(c) hp.

Moth On My Fingertips

A hidden boy saw the world with
Big eyes, cherishing every sight.
He dreamt of a symphony of
Every note he caught from the air.

I delighted in him till the moment
Moth rested on my fingertips, and
With him flew away my nostalgia.

(c) hp.

The Nothingness

Sense by sense,
Limb by limb,
Thought by thought,
How cleverly we emerge out of the nothingness.

Senses to knowledge,
Knowledge to wisdom,
Wisdom to intellect.
Only an intuition remains of the nothingness.

Ink or blood,
Coarse or shrill,
Past or future,
Nothing does capture the nothingness.

Moment by moment,
Ounce by ounce,
Step by step,
We are journeying into the nothingness.

(c) hp.

Dil ki kharoch ko kuredte rahe,
Aankhon se aansu nichodte rahe.
Haseen labon pe le aate rahe,
Pair anjaan rastoon pe jaate rahe.

Tasavvur mein jeene ki firaq mein 'besabr',
Zindagi, yeh zindagi yun hi zayaa karte rahe.

(c) hp.

A bouncing drop of water,
Rebellious graffiti under the bridge,
Adamant rain in the sun,
And the moth rushing into a flame;
Show signs of life to me,
Tell me my senses are still alive.
(c) hp.

Where Silence is Absent

Living in a city feels like living in an overcrowded refuge camp. Music, right now, is just a veil over the cacophony to reassure myself that life is still sweet even though I can't hear my own thoughts clearly.

A day is not far when in middle of nowhere I will scream; scream so loud that all will stop; stop in shock, stop to reason and proclaim me insane and perhaps inhuman too out of their nearsightedness in this infinite world.

If and when I do move out of the city, it will be for fulfilling this intense craving for silence. To be with myself and myself alone. To be able to make an honest attempt at hearing my heartbeats. To be able to hear music like it is to taste a pinch of salt in water. To be at a place where absence of sound itself isn't absent.