With tears on his cheeks
And loss in his past
With vows in his eyes
And hope in his heart
- A boy in the mud
Singing la la la
And a God in the sky
Laughing ha ha ha
With tears on his cheeks
And loss in his past
And tears in his eyes
And loss in his heart
- The man in the world
Learning Na Na Na
And a God in the sky
Laughing Ha Ha Ha
तू हर रोज़ जो खुदा को अर्ज़ीयाँ लिखता है
तू हर रोज़ जो ईबादत में मुखलिस हो झुकता है
तुझको मालूम है ना आजकल समय चीज़ है बड़ी
तेरे जैसों की खुदा के दरबार में भीड़ है बड़ी
झल्ला के फ़रिश्तों ने नया कानून घढ़ा है
उसके खेल के मैदानों में नया ऐलान करा है
अब अर्जीओं का, गुजारिशों का चर्चा नहीं होता
अब आँसूओं से लिखने वाले का लिखा नहीं मिटता
खुदा मसरूफ़ है
अब रोज़ रोज़ रोने वालों से वास्ता नहीं होता
उसके खेल के मैदानों में कोइ मोज्ज़ा नहीं होता
Missing Robert Jordan (yet again)
Forever are the stories
The ones who end
And whole are the songs
The ones that don't
But some stories are left
By the author unfinished
And some painters let leave
A slash of color bright
Some they intend
Some they forget
Some are simply fun
Some they just won't
How I wish it was
Intended, forgotten
Or left by design
O how I wish
I wish
I wish for A Memory of Light.
[Update: Memory of Light is being released in three parts now. The first part got released recently. It is called The Gathering Storm and is written by Brandon Sanderson with the help of Robert Jordan's notes and dictations. Apparently, Jordan was dictating notes for Memory of Light in the last week of his death. More than his love for his story, I think it shows his respect for his fans' desire. I read the book slowly, afraid it would finish too soon and yet it did. I almost feel reverence for Jordan, despite having reserved so much of it for Tolkien.
Dear Robert Jordan, your fans will always love your stories and by extension, you. Sanderson is doing a good job with your legacy. Rest in Peace. ]
I am dead.
But will I remain dead?
I stood on the shore
So long with the hope
I walked into the sea
Waves to my knees
Color in my eyes
And .. what is that memory?
.. Laughter? .. Hope? .. Something ..
In my future.
Then future.
My hope so innocent
My love so strong
And I carried in my hands
Seeds golden long
To grow into my dream
A Daffodil .. Or a Lily
The right shade of yellow
And to loose into the wind
Waves of my song
My hope so innocent
My hope so wrong
O .. how they slipped
Slipped into the sea
My love
My dream
My song
O .. how I howled unbelieving
With grief
With anger
With loss
O .. how could they lose
So fair
So happy
So strong
But lose all they did
And when my howling died
I had to loose my grip
One by one they died
Some silent
Some screaming
Some wondering
Some weeping
Before the waves took them
Each of them, though,
Looked into my eyes
"You Promised", they said
Never with a sound
Understanding, blaming ... their eyes
How silent
How loud
I waited till they were gone
And the sea forgot they were
In my broken heart, I blessed them peace
And I blessed them peace aloud
But times and memories are forever
A broken heart dies
And on my death-bed, I saw them all
Each in their eyes
I so blessed them peace
I so wished them gone
But my lilies had festered
Smelling
"you promised" cries
So, I am dead now
And back on the shore
With empty hands
With empty eyes
And a broken-heart's lore
To make a last Promise
To make the Promise last
To burn my seeds
To bury my lilies
To forget my song ..
To break my heart some more.
I stand on the shore
So long it has been
That a memory
Of a memory
Of this story only holds
And with every death
I wonder
What happens when the dead die?
Do they remain dead?
[Words and rhythm are the only tools we have of expressing to the world, and sometimes they are not enough. My agitation at reading this piece of news was moist enough that I can't hold it in a poem. But it is all I have. I know that Gods of saffron making will pay for their disciples' actions. And I hope the souls of these women find peace.]
I think I'll wait here
On the gates of heaven and hell
I forgive you, though you never asked
I don't judge you
But I think I'll wait here
I'll wait for you
I am curious, about you and your God
I am curious, about how He is
And most of all, I am curious
About the color you'll wear
What color will you wear, when you arrive
Will you wear saffron, or green
Or will you come naked like everyone does
I am curious if you'll come naked like I did
Will your God be pleased that
You took away my precious
And left this battered soul, oh
Will your God reward you
I don't judge your God, He must be a God
I am simply curious, of the color
Are His eyes colored saffron, or green,
And does He give you peace
And will He come running to the gates
To claim you His own
Will He love you, and forgive you
And will He see me
Yes, I think I'll wait here
On the gates of heaven and hell
I'll wait for you
कल मैने दुख देखा
दो पैरों पे चलता था
थोड़ा बाहर, बड़ा अन्दर था
एक औरत था
गोरा चिट्टा सुन्दर सा
एक छोटा सा बच्चा ले कर
वो बाज़ार करता था
और बच्चे को चपत लगाकर
ना रोने को कहता था
बच्चे की चीखों से कुछ
कुछ बाज़ार बिगड़ता था
कैसी माँ है, कैसी माँ है
कुछ कुछ ऐसा कहता था
पर बच्चा तो छोटा था
उसका दुख भी छोटा था
उसके पीछे एक दुख था
बड़ा सम्भला - सम्भला सा
जो शायद कभी रोता था
और जिसके आसूँ सूख गये
बच्चे सा बिलखता था
और जिसके सपने गुम गये
अश्वत्थामा सा शापित जो
अपना शव खुद ढोता है
और मौका बस पाता नहीं
सो धीरे धीरे मरता है
मन तो बड़ा किया मेरा
उससे बातें करने का
हाथ पे उसके हाथ रख कर
कुछ मीठा कहने का
मन तो बड़ा किया मेरा
सूखे गाल छूने का
गले उसे लगा कर के
"होता है" ये कहने का
पर मैनें सोचा
घाव खुले हैं अच्छे हैं
मलहम से बढ़ने वाले
ये घाव हमेशा रिसते है
क्या कहेगा वो अपनी?
एक पल में जन्मा हूँ
दो बातों से पनपा हूँ
और अब सदीयाँ जीता हूँ?
क्या कहेगा दुख अपनी?
सपने टूटे मुझे दिला दो
और जो सपने न ढ़ूँढ़ सको तो
फिर से मुझे रोना सिखला दो?
सो उसकी अपनी किस्मत पर
मैनें दुख को छोड़ दिया
मन तो नहीं था मेरा पर
कुछ छूट गया, कुछ छोड़ दिया
कल, मैने दुख देखा
फ़ुर्सत मिले, तो तू भी कभी सुन तेरे ठुकराए हुए बच्चों का कहा
फ़ुर्सत मिले, तो लम्हे थोड़े से मेरे नाम कभी करना ऐ खुदा
खाली आँखों को मेरी, देने को तेरे पास टूटे ख्वाब भी नहीं
मेरी झोली तो चलो ठीक मगर, खाली खाली तेरा दामन है खुदा
तेरी दुनिया से, तेरे लोगों से, तुझे इतनी मोहब्बत क्यों है
बड़े सालों से ये सोचता हूँ, कैसे बन जाऊँ तेरी दुनिया मैं खुदा
One could, you know, stand still
in time; one could know all
there is to know; If you will
just believe - in time and
space, and motion and all,
you know, one could stand
still in time.
I counted them in the thunderous sea
Oh the infinite greens and blues
I saw them in the picturesque sea
The countless boundless span of hues
I swam around submerged fully
Counting the number of new grays
I looked above and the sun was setting
The sea made orange in a thousand ways
The sea doesn't know why it creates
A new color with its every song
The waves don't know why they sing
Do they laugh or do they long
But the countless boundless span of hues
And the sky and the sea doing their barter
Know how to a human comes a thought
Its beautiful .. the way waves play with color
I hitched a hike
In Adam's ride
And it took me
Improbable places
I am back now
A lesson in Tao
There are some
Impossible places
Normality is restored.
