I saw a white lotus today..
in a pond..
its petals so fresh with a pinkish shade and droplets of morning dew..
I thought of a poem.. but then somethings are best not said in words..
like chirping of birds..
swinging of trees..
like a kid struggling to take his first steps..
and like me smiling at so much that is there in my vision..
I am wanderer...
I am an ever enchanted soul..
I am an enigma..
am and yet I am not "me"
As the morning sun shines through my window
and as I sit quietly under the table lamp..
I think of how life took me by arm
and made me see so much
only to return me back to my study table..
Last time I was headed East..
This time I am looking towards North...
And I know.. I will return back again at the centre..
With memories of flowers I'll see... drops of dew that will drench my soul only to leave me more fragrant and happy..
I wish I could write about all that I have seen.. before time runs out..
And my pen dries..
And before my memory fades into a blank white sheet of silk curtain behind my eyes....
I wish.. I say it all.. and be read with love..
तू किसी शोख़ का सिंगार कर रख भी दे ये ख़ामोशी उतार कर तीरगी ये पल में टूट जायेगी चल दोबारा ज़िन्दगी से प्यार कर एक ही नहीं कई शिकायतें ...
(Note: Though I am not good at Urdu, its not my mother tounge, but I have made an attempt to translate it. I hope this will convey the gist...
When the excavators found the figurine of a bearded man from Harappa they started to make guesses about who that person might have been...
Sone kee kathputali( puppet ) hai- chaande kee dor( strings ) Na jaane kisske hanth mein hain doroon ke chor( ends ) ...