Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Fly Away

Written with the thought that we today seldom care about others values and feelings and live in our own world. When time passes we realise they were important, but they are gone.

Make others feel important in life. It gives immense pleasure to see them smile.



Fly Away
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Gone with the wind have I somewhere,
I flutter like that thin feather,
Restless yet agile, I wander everywhere,
I will burn like a rock when I hit the land.


Will you lift me then, will you?
Or will you abandon me to myself,
I will fly away again into the skies,
Waiting for that someone to reedem himself.

Do not call me then, as this gust breathes life,
I will then only listen to the Wind gods,
I shall be blown away forever to lands unknown,
Do not call me then, as freedom would encapsulate me.

I shall then listen to noone,
And then you shall look for me,
Alas! I would be not seen anywhere,
Why did thou not look for me when I was there?

Now I would mean more to them,
In the city of windmills, where there is love,
You loved Thyself so much, you let go off me,
Now I shall be loved forever,
Do not call me now as the gust breathes life

V.V.Vikram

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Paradox called Love

There is a famous couplet of Ghalib which I adore:

Mohabbat mein nahi hai fark jeene aur marne ka,
Usi ko dekh kar jeete hain, jis kaafir pe dum nikle

It means that in love there is no difference between life and death because the person you yearn to live with is the same person you can die for.

There cannot be a bigger paradox than love. These lines in honour of that very paradox.


How does one tell as to why he feels lonely?
The one who was yours once is now someone else's,
If this is what the world is about, why is it so?
If this is the way things happen, why are they so?

Once you extended your arms and i reached out to them,
In your heart then resided my heartbeat,
If such was the proximity then why is there a distance today?

Noone has ever come out of a heartbreak,
And yet we knock the door of love again,
Why does he up there rekindle hopes when it hurts and it pains?

Whether you call it a relation of hope or that of sadness,
This relation of love is something we are born with,
When the relation is so rooted, then how come it breaks?

V.V.Vikram