Today's mood

सानू सौदा नहीं पुखदा, सानू सौदा नहीं पुखदा...

रवि तो चेनाब पुछदा,

"की हाल है सतलुज दा?"

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


The tenebrous night descends
Along with its encroaching darkness,
Hanging out like a canopy.
Mystery and death silence are its two escorts...

It glares into my eyes with all its awe and might,
Beckoning me to embrace it…
It intends on stealing away my only soulmate
I feel like condemning it of being so callous,
I feel like despising it of being a mugger,
Yet again I fail; yet again I’m helpless…

Undulating between the desire to be possessed and the fear to be enslaved,
Scared by the vicious veil of night,
Robbed off my better half,
There I lay yet again, all alone…

The yearn to be embraced by my only admirer,
The desire to feel its touch,
These unstrung melodies yet again harp my senses.
But there I see the triumphant night,
The ache of being abandoned strikes yet again…

Meekly I decide to surrender to the master
But there I see my savior
Adorned in a blend of cerise and azure,
Approaching me with a gleam of hope
Rejuvenating the promise of reuniting me with my soulmate…