Monday, March 30, 2009



TARE ZAMEEN PAR


Look at them, they are like the drops of dew that hopped on to leaves from the sky
They take change in their own ways

These gentle pearls who laugh when they slip
I wish these stars don't get lost on this Earth.

These are the rays of warmth during winter
who have descended to bring the golden light to your houses
in order to brighten up your gloomy hearts
To change the characteristic of the shaking palms


Like the sleep in your eyes
Of the dreams in your sleep
Like meeting the angel of your dreams
Like a pump filled with vibrant hues
Like butterflies on fragrant flowers
Like a meaningful relationship full of love


These are the wave of hope
They are the dawn filled with optimism
They are the canal of happiness
Look at how they have sprouted like a flame against the dark sky's chest
They are the odour of the Ambya flower that have drifted from their gardens
Like the broken pieces of a glass bangle
Like the fully blossomed flower
As if someone is playing the flute amidst a copse of trees

They are the gentle zephyr
They are the anklet bells of life

They are the tune of the garden of spring
Of the luminance in a colony,
Like the the buds pestering to blossom
Like the breeze in the fists of the weather
They are the blessings of the aged.
Sometimes they talk like our grandmothers
Sometimes they spill like the lukewarm water
Sometimes they become the bush full of innocent questions


Like the laughter in a silent environment
Like the smile of joy on someone's dry lips
Your fate must be blessed to come across these gems
Like the moon drifts at the reflection of a lake
Like the support of a loved one in a crowd
Like the exuberant river spumes froth
Like the buds

They sit like the sweet hugs
Like the affectionate touch of love

Like the dulcet melody of the 7 swaras keep playing in your ears
I wish these stars don't get lost on this Earth.

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