hum-qadam (Friend)

kaise main chukaaoon ehsaan iss nazraana-e-almaas ka?
jahaan mein naayaab hai, jo tu ne mujhe diya hai!  
"How will i repay the debt of this diamond, there was just one such in the world and you have given it to me."
Is this a question to God for having gifted the poet a precious friend?
Or is it a thanks to a friend who has gifted the poet with precious friendship?
In either case, the poet wonders if there is anything that he can find as a comparable repayment to the giver.

unhen khush-nigaah dekhne ki chaah ne
humen zindgi ki wajah se milwaa hii diya
"The urge to see happiness in the eyes of my friend, finally brought me face to face with the purpose of my life"
Which means the poet credits the friend with inspiration to write this and that it is the ultimate thing to have in life. Inspiration.

yaa to koi hum se behtar likhe
yaa woh hamari koshish ki daad de
"I wish my friend meets someone who will praise the friend more than me or i wish my friend (at least) applauds my effort to praise the friend"
The poet suggests he needs constant applause and appreciation to keep going. Reciprocation is important, the poet says

kyaa tum ho meri talaash ka makaam?
ya tum ho meri khwaahish-e-anjaam? 
"Are you the end of my search or are you the search of my end?"
To say if the poet will find solace in the company of the friend or will the poet be pining for reciprocation from the friend till he dies? 

dua main karoonga mere aalampanaah se
duniya mujhe bhoole aur meri shiddat yaad rakhe
(in that case of no reciprocation) I will pray to my Lord that, people should forget my story, but  they should remember my intensity (of friendship)

Sapien

Here I lay
Body and spirit bruised and trampled
Like a toy, played with and violated
Now I think "How this came to be?"

The wounded girl reflects with her last few breaths.


I had seen love all my life
I felt safe when Pa held me
Ma hugged and kissed me
Were those moments for real?

She grew up trusting other humans, who were unknown to her in the spirit side.  Even the people who assaulted her were unknown to her on the spirit side.

I came to be by an act of love
So divine yet enjoyable
Isn't it terribly ironic
That that very act ceased me to be?

A question to the maker: when you made the act of creation enjoyable, didn't you foresee that it is likely to lead to exploitation with our flawed intellect ?



Over the years I learnt
That life is a gift, unparalleled
To be lived for and loved for
How then, did life gift me away easy?



Her life was a gift, ironically she was gifted away (by life) to undeserving people

Who could see that
Taking one ride on a dark night
Would end the bigger ride
Didn't it seem a long life moments ago?

She couldn't fulfil the purpose of her life. her fault was that she trusted the system.
one ride=> trust on humans/ride on the bus
bigger ride=>purpose of life/living a full life
Dark night => prowling human predators
long life moments ago? => is she talking about her life before boarding the bus or is she talking about the moments assault that seemed like ages

Is it all over now?
I see some dim lights, some brighter
Do I feel much lighter
without the sapien body to weigh?

The lights of the real world are dimming, the lights of the spirit world are brightening up, the spirit has just left it's Human form.

The spirit world is pure,
Where all are the same
Is being Human then likely
soiling the spirit, carrying a bane?

What is the bane humans carry?
To live up to the purity of the spirit. They most often fail, because there is no incentive for doing that in the mortal world 


--- For Jyoti Singh Pandey/Nirbhaya/Amaanat. Fighting crime-against-women will remain a lifeless bunch of words until the society, the people stand up and fight on a daily basis.

The Dew Drop

On a joyous occasion
it fell from the heavens
Into a humble dwelling
Loving arms wrapped around.

It tried finding identity
Amidst countless chaos
There wasn't much to look
up-to, forward-to or beyond.

Some called it a menace
Others were weary
For itself, things weren't
any lesser dreary

A wanderer then picked it
And called it "Purpose"
Loved it, Cajoled it
And also gave it some.

With vibrant colours it shined
Sans one doubt slight
All one had to do
Was to hold it in light!

1. Every child born in this world is precious, it has a place in the world for it to claim. It is born to joyous celebrations.

2. In a humble premise, it struggles to find itself

3. Slowly it loses way and becomes a problem, a constant struggle building within it

4. In the hands of a teacher who takes it upon himself to make it feel useful to the world. The child became his purpose and it also gave the child a purpose.

5. After all, it was a person (as a dew drop) with countless abilities (colours). To see it's true potential you had to allow the light of knowledge and learning to pass through it.