Bachpan ka dibba

Bachpan ka dibba
Khol kar dekha
Toh mile hain sapne
Kuch aise anjaan

Wo bacha jisko
Tod kar pheka
Kisi kone mei chipa
Bolta hai

Koshish toh karte
Jeene ki...

Koshish toh karte jeene ki
Un sapno ko bhee peene
Ki

Jis shiddat se...

Jis shiddat se
Jaam uthaate ho
Iss bache
Ko yun daraate ho
Logon ki chid chid baarish mei
Mujhko aise bhigaate ho

Daraate ho
Chidaate ho
Naakaamiyon se
Sataate ho
Girte ho
Giraate ho
Mujhe hee jhootha bataate ho

Awaaz hun tere andar ki...

Awaaz hun tere andar ki
Fir bhee itna rulaate ho

Kaagaz par rang pheko zara
Has kar toh kabhi dekho zara
Nathkhat sa rass hai gudgudi mei
Gudgudana bhee ab seekho zara

Naam nahi iss duniya mei...

Naam nahi iss duniya mei
Kaam nahi iss duniya mei
Na naam hai
Na kaam hai
Nakaam nahi iss duniya mei

Khud ka tum ehsaas karo....

Khud ka tum ehsaas karo
Hone par vishwaas karo
Kal par hukum chalaate ho

Ya beet chuka
Ya aana hai
Har kal ne bhee chukaana hai

Hisaab jo rakhna bhool gaya...

Hisaab jo rakhna bhool gaya
Uss bache par zulm uthaate ho
Kyu itna rulaate ho

Wo bacha jisko
Tod kar pheka
Kisi kone mei chipa
Bolta hai

Koshish toh karte
Jeene ki
Aaj meri chitaah jalaate ho

Damn

Rivers meet
The ocean
Unaware
Of their start.

Their birth,
The glacier's
Worth
Isn't any less
A piece of art.

Its only when
They begin
To flow
They begin
To spread life
But would
They know
Their responsibilities
Or every little
Fight
They put up
With the rocks
And trees
On the way

Quarreling rapids
With sounds astray

Curving rocks
Into pebbles
Hills into levels
Freedom into rebels
When order repels them,
The 'damned' rivers.

Step one, two and three

The light
At the end
Of the tunnel
Is getting closer
Getting brighter
By the second

A new year
Has begun
But the birds
Seem to chirp
The same way

A child
Has just tasted
Mud for the
First time
Ask him
What gourmet is

A vibration
Carrying with it
Light
Has pushed the
Existence to
Become bigger
Than it was
As it was
A second ago

A mother
Has stopped outside
A toy shop
Looking at a toy
Her child wanted
And this time
She wants to
Surprise her

A vulture
Has spotted
A dead dear

An eye
Has seen
A glimpse of
God
A glimpse of
Me and a glimpse
Of you
A glimpse of nature
A glimpse of truth

A seed has just
Germinated

Weed has been
Terminated
They call it medicine
Now

Time has been
A lonely traveller
Being judged
For what it is
By others

But time itself
Is the water
To the seed
The hope
Of a child

The honey
From the bees
The rain
For the sad
Spring for the free
The step one, two and three

Birth life and death

The detached leaf
From the tree

Let us all assemble
Now
And begin to live
As one.

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Malana

Its solitude has its own character. The people speak a different language. The laws are different. Its recently gotten a bit dirty so the hikers need to be careful of the wrappers. Its a hard walk but for a short distance from where the trek begins. The view is breathtaking and will consume all your stress. Ull get pitstops on the way up for refueling whatever you need. I mean it, whatever you need. And the you enter the village. The mystery in the eyes of the people is a by-product of their lifestyle. Its a pleasure to be here.

Self-fairness

A reflection of me
In a reflection of you
When jaundiced eye
Sees its truth
The anger in me
Becomes the faults
In you
Until we begin
To see through
The stored emotions
Good or bad
Make you nervous
Happy or sad
Make you go mad
At times
Going in circles
Growing in truth
Smoking joints
Growing fat too
Sitting through
Long conversations
With yourself
Of change
Of fresher starts
Like soggy
Lemon tarts

The pastry
Tastes contradictory
Lemon takes away
The lemony

Set yourself free,
And don't be diplomatic
About it.

Mirrors for the middlemen

In the face
Of music
In the light
Of the moment

I will show you
A reflection
Of your own

Half of it
Your image's
Projection
The other half
Will design
Your soul

Pride will pick
The best in you
Judgement will
Highlight the worst

Together,

It will be
Your 'whole'
But you
In all this

Will be somewhere
Behind
Your eye balls,

All three
Of them.