Finding me...

Show me a way to find me.

I am left on my own... 

And deep inside.

I don't have me...

Part by part, I scattered.

Bit by bit, I lost me...

To you and you.

And everyone, in between...

A piece for you.

Unattended, turned to rust...

A piece for everyone.

Misplaced faith, blind trust...

Some were shattered.

Some were sold...

Some buried.

Unwanted, cold...

Few did tape a few crumbles.

And tried to give it back...

But when I reached out for it.

They withered on impact...

And now that I am alone.

I turn back to me...

Only to find, to my surprise.

Nothing left of me...

For I cut a sorry figure.

Me lord, don't you see...

Gave myself for everyone.

Nothing left for me...

Grow some me.

And send it...

Teach me to love.

And preserve it...

Give me the strength. 

To not give myself away...

Give me wings.

So I could fly away...

Lost..

Reach out to the emptiness below...

And try to pull out a star.

Look for joys when you feel all low...

Search it - near and far.

Can you, rush into me...

Try and make me happy.

In the laughter, I wear out of habit...

Will you, try to find me.

'Cos I am lost,

Lost, in my loneliness...

And to all the people- who think they know me,

I am lost under layers of worldliness...

Yes, I am lost !

Lost, in the unhappiness...

Lurking beneath my smile.

Lost, in the murkiness...

Of all the many rules that I enshrine.

Come, find me...

Don't  give up on me, yet.

'Cos I am lost in my own silly self ...

Come, find me, my friend.

तू ...

नींद के किस ख्वाब से मिला है तू ,

ख्वाब के किस छोर से सिला है  तू ...

Boy, I did not see you coming ,

कब,कैसे और कहाँ मिला है तू ...

याद के किस पल से जुड़ा है तू ,

पल के किस क्षण से रमां  है तू ...

मुझसे जुदा होकर भी , I don't know , 

जाने क्यों मुझसे जुड़ा है तू ...

अनदेखा सा कोई हमसफ़र ,

मुस्कुराहटो का एक नया सेहर ...

Who are you? Who are you?

अंजानी है मेरी नज़रे , अंजाना है तेरा शहर ...

कभी कभी.... ( sometimes )

बंद दीवारो से चुनी एक इमारत में ;
टूटी कहानियों की कुछ पुरानी मीनारों में ...
अपने होने की एक वजह, एक नया ख्वाब बुंती हूँ ;
कभी कभी, यूँ ही फुर्सत में, मै उन्मुक्त घूमती हूँ ...




एकान्त खड़े सन्नाटे की रुदाली में ;
दुनिया की ऊपरी खुशहाली में ...
दबी किसी ख्वाहिश की, एक नींव ढूँढती हूँ ;
कभी कभी, यूँ ही फुर्सत में, मै उन्मुक्त घूमती हूँ ...




खुला है आसमाँ, मगर रंग नही ;
पूरी हूँ में ख़ुद में, एक मगर अंग नही ...
खोए अपने टुकड़ों की रोज़, एक नयी पहचान ढूँढती हूँ ;
कभी कभी, यूँ ही फुर्सत में, मै उन्मुक्त घूमती हूँ ...




( Sorry folks, no English translation for this one! I exhausted my total supply of patience on that front, last time itself! )