rooh ku'shai
i
kisi bhatakti huíi rooh maiN
rooh phoonknaa tíra
yeh aímr rooh afzaa nahiN
rooh farsaa nahiN
rooh kushaa hay shayad
ii
hum haiN mudífun yahaaN wahaaN
jis nay chaha kuchla yahaaN wahaa
iii
khauf aata hay oss lamhay say
when this strip-poker of soulíll end
doubts surface and abound
what if there is nothing
behind the layers we peel
will we revel in nothingness
iv
{from a friend}
Life's Common Tragedies
Loss begets more loss these days
I tread water
Or thin, cracked ice
and dive repeatedly into the ponds of my own circumlocution
And to add insult to deep, sublime injury
I am called seer, sage also
Life's common tragedies
they call stories such as ours
and people such as you......
vi
life's common tragedies
are just that
.................common
here - will raise the glass
to the uncommon, as in special
.......................rare
divine comedies
that scar the soul
not once, not twice....
to drown, shift and seek
we walk the intersections
where we seek mates
unsuspectingly
ending with soul mates
and
instead of calming the seas
they cause mayhem in oceans
blaming fate we add
a few anguished scars on the face
and a few more on the soul
and speaking of fate ...
kisi bhatakti huíi rooh maiN
rooh phoonknaa tíra
yeh aímr rooh afzaa nahiN
rooh farsaa nahiN
rooh kushaa hay shayad
ii
hum haiN mudífun yahaaN wahaaN
jis nay chaha kuchla yahaaN wahaa
iii
khauf aata hay oss lamhay say
when this strip-poker of soulíll end
doubts surface and abound
what if there is nothing
behind the layers we peel
will we revel in nothingness
iv
{from a friend}
Life's Common Tragedies
Loss begets more loss these days
I tread water
Or thin, cracked ice
and dive repeatedly into the ponds of my own circumlocution
And to add insult to deep, sublime injury
I am called seer, sage also
Life's common tragedies
they call stories such as ours
and people such as you......
vi
life's common tragedies
are just that
.................common
here - will raise the glass
to the uncommon, as in special
.......................rare
divine comedies
that scar the soul
not once, not twice....
to drown, shift and seek
we walk the intersections
where we seek mates
unsuspectingly
ending with soul mates
and
instead of calming the seas
they cause mayhem in oceans
blaming fate we add
a few anguished scars on the face
and a few more on the soul
and speaking of fate ...
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