indriyaan
baail ban gayi hain
jot-ti hain dil ki zameen ko
baail ban gayi hain
jot-ti hain dil ki zameen ko
din bhar
bina ruke, bina thake
bina ruke, bina thake
dimag,
ek kisan ki tarah
bota hai beej bhavnao ke
aur rah takta hai
khuda ki us nemat ka
jo barsegi
to fasal khilegi
is pyasi zameen par
pyar hi to hai na wo?
senses
have become bulls
till this heart’s ground
all day
unstopping, untiring
have become bulls
till this heart’s ground
all day
unstopping, untiring
mind,
like a farmer
sows seeds of emotions
and waits
for that blessing from Him
when falling which
will make the crop flower
on this thirsty ground
that is love, isn’t it?
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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