
Kuch khaas kuch dil ke pass tha joh khogaya,
Dil bhi roya aur sunai bhi nahi diya,
Phir kuch arse baad usne bhi rona bandh kar diya.
Chupi chaai hui thi aur sanate ne gher liye,
dil idhar udhar bhatakne laga.
Haath per haath dhare hum dekte rahe,
har darwaza aawaz ka, ehsaas ka,
har woh pegaam aur pehchan mitane chale.
Zakham kuch is tarah hum dil per lagaye betai,
ke uspe abh malham bhi na laga sake.
Darad jaise nasha bangaya ho,
aur yeh nasha ek zaroorat.
Issye bhage bhi toh kaha bhagee,
Joh humraz ban chale.
AAnkho mein ibaadat karte hai jiske,
woh thai kisse aur ke.
Hum jaanbuj kar baware phir bhi uni ko dil deh bete.
Duaa kare is ramaz ki Dawaa mile,
puri nahi toh thodui se mile,
ki abh lagta hai ke jaise aakho se rasta na dekhai.
Translation: Something I thought I earned and loved as my own even though I knew it was not mine and did not belong to me. However, I overlooked the fact and it swept my feet away.
The love and passion; the charm and pious all that pompus act. Maya after all did take me astray. Felt my heart numb with no feelings inside. Felt like an object placed in the market place called life. Buried my soul in the grave of darkness where my heart beat could not be felt. Sold my feelings to the thief who stole everything anyway.
What must my plight be? Where will I untie? How will my wrongs go away?
Alas Maya's strangles are no child's play. First she leads ME (my Ego) to glory and then perishes me to dust. No man recognize as a memory of the past.
Get away I said to my self one day. Die poor than of slave. Run faster than she can... which was not my fate.
She lives in me.. she astray's me to wondrous places.. enchants me to desert and oasis (with overwhelming thoughts).. I'm not that powerful to fight I said.. I'm not ready to destroy the spell.. While I live in it with riches of pain I fear what should happen to me if I disdain.
My life (the Lotus )wants to rise above it and breathe the fresh air of self containment. Wants to live a life of joy in the most ancient ways.
What have I to do with glory and what have I to fame.. Missing the whole point my life... I regret not to have lost this day of regain (my consciousness of the way of living my life).
Everyday I take upon a struggle and refrain from temptation of giving up. Everyday I fight the thoughts and deeds that haunt... Every moment I feel a constant tug war of choices and every moment I seek to battle my self...
I only wonder if I bring good versus bad; right over wrong with the choices I make. Do I resist my thoughts and deeds for further improvement or do I show it off to further strengthen the Ego within me.
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