kaam jyada hai, to kaam jyada kiya karein
raat adhi hai, to raat adhi jaga karein
ankhen thaki hain, to aaram bhi diya karein
yeh ghar anmol hain, inki bhi fiqr kiya karein
raat adhi hai, to raat adhi jaga karein
ankhen thaki hain, to aaram bhi diya karein
yeh ghar anmol hain, inki bhi fiqr kiya karein
yahan sanam rehte hain ji, sajde rojana kiya karein
wrote this on saturday. with tired eyes.
starry, i don’t know if i’ll be able to translate it at all. it was a self-admonition for taxing my eyes too much.
if i’ve to work then work, if i’ve to keep awake all night, then do; but not at the cost of these eyes. as these abodes of my love are meant to kneel before her.
image courtsey, corbis.com
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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