Saturday, December 30, 2017

मायावी वन

परेशानी तब होती है
जब हम
शब्दों पर
विश्वास करने लगते हैं

शब्द विश्वास के नहीं
अहसास के वाहक होते हैं

उनका बुना मायाजाल
एक पूरी सलमान खान की फिल्म

उन पर विश्वास करने से पैदा होती है ज़रुरत
उन्हें "सच", "झूठ", "आधा सच", "थोड़ा सा झूठ"
जैसे पालों में डालने की.

यूँ टूट टाट कर कहाँ बना पाएंगे वे
अपना मायावी वन?


पहली बार,
दो दिन तक
होश ही नहीं आया था .

दूसरी बार, 
एक रात सहेली के यहां बिता कर 
लौट आई थी मैं .

तीसरी बार , 
4 घंटे में ही 
हंसती खेलती
वापिस आ गई.

तुम्हारी बेवफाईओं की 
मुझे कैसी आदत सी हो चली है ।

Friday, December 29, 2017


Even when I am with you, I feel a thirst for you. Why is that?

I finally figured that one out. Do you want to hear?


Suppose you have a guest at your door. The guest wants to come in, and you really do want them to come in. But then you realise, that your house is too full. There is no place for them to sit. Every sofa is occupied by another memory. Every chair has a ghost sitting on it. Some chairs have people who you want there. They cannot be evicted. Even the bed is taken by the bonds of the present and the hopes of the future.
The guest is right there. But you cannot experience them inside your house. Because there is no space for them. They cannot even enter your zone.
And that is how, right at your doorstep, standing in front of them, you feel a thirst for them. That is how, standing at your doorstep, they have to turn and walk away. There was no place for them in there.


They wonder about the invitation. They wonder why they were invited if there was no place. You want to tell them that you always found this house empty and devoid of meaning. They look at you and smile. There is nothing more to be said. Or done. They will wait for as long as their legs allow them to stand in front of a door. Then they will sit down and wait. Then they will wait some more. But finally, they need to turn back and go home. They know the futility of the waiting. But it is a ritual that needs to be completed. Don't worry about the waiting. Its just a rite of passage. It will pass.

And the thirst?

That will vanish the minute you realise that the house is too full for another person.

You have all the answers, don't you?

Not me. The lines under my eyes. They are the all knowing ones.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Zero by Tazeen

This is a tiny story on another site - the name of the story is Zero and the author is "Tazeen"
"Don't worry. God will help
you. He loves you 70 times
more than your mother."

She stared blankly in return.
70 times zero was still zero.

I cannot love this story enough. Nothing reflects the state of the heart better than this right now

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Friday, December 22, 2017

Deh Shiva Bar Mohe Ihe... one more excellent version

हम लोगो की लाइफ न, लाइफ नहीं है.

Our lives are proof that God has a sense of humour, and our lives are his idea of a joke.

Evolution - II

लोग न,
कब इंसानों से दस्तावेज़ 
और दस्तावेज़ से 
सिर्फ नंबर हुए 
पता ही नहीं चला 
हमारी दुनिया में 

Saturday, December 16, 2017

In the end..

You are right. In the end, it will be about the things left undone. The sunsets not watched and the nights that did not turn to mornings. The fights that never happened and the making up that never followed.

We will wonder why we didn't just walk together when our paths did cross for a brief time. It felt so good. We will remember it was our stupid ego. We will curse that ego forever. But we will not be able to make those paths cross again.

Sometimes, it is best to say "I will not let you go." Sometimes, it is good to remember, that paths don't always stay entwined.

Because i read Sylvia Plath today, and got the courage to write this..

I like to live
in 2 worlds
One, that is bright
with the light of gratitude
and flush
with the glow of happiness
all around.
This world
is pretty
And its yours.

And then
there is the world
that is mine.
In that
the light is brighter
but it does not belong to gratitude.
The colors
are richer
more like pen knives
than hues.

In this world
I live sometimes
and some nights
I come here to sleep.

In this world
we do not avoid pain
we embrace it
like in your world
you embrace "happiness"
possessions, and other pointless things
that you and your children
keep collecting.

In this world
all my hues
are alive and valid
No monsters
are pushed under the bed.


Perhaps I am volatile
and perhaps you are not loving enough
to fill
all my time, senses, every open space.

Perhaps I ask for too much
and perhaps
you give too little
of your time
and love.

Do not measure
when giving
Do not heckle
when taking.

Do not leave
empty spaces
that need something else
to fill them.

And that, my dear
is Utopia.

Fever 103 by Sylvia Plath

This is an excerpt from the poem Fever 103 by Sylvia Plath

I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern——

My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.

Does not my heat astound you! And my light!
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.

I think I am going up,
I think I may rise——
The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I
Am a pure acetylene

Attended by roses,

By kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean!

Not you, nor him

Nor him, nor him
(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)——
To Paradise.

Harivansh Rai Bachchan

इस पार प्रिय, मधु है, तुम हो 
उस पार न जाने क्या होगा!

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

ऐसे ही

हाशिये से पृष्ठ
पृष्ठ से मुखपृष्ठ
मुखपृष्ठ पर फिर
रोज़मर्रा की जिंदगी के निशान ।

मुखपृष्ठ के चक्कर में
हाशिया भी हाथ से जाता है।

ये इश्क ज़रा सा झांसा दे,
सब कुछ ही लूट ले जाता है।

Hole in the heart

I have
Shaped hole
In my heart. 

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

bhagwaan ka sense of humour

१० मिनट में  पूर्ण विराम
और ३४ साल का comma

भगवान् का sense of humour
वाकई गज़ब का है। 

Monday, December 11, 2017

Daachi valeya mod muhaar ve...

I first heard this song in his voice.

Many, many years and many, many versions later, he still does it best.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Sanskrit Lokokti on parenting and education

माता शत्रु: पिता वैरी येन बालो न पाठित:

If they do not educate their child, they are not parents, they are enemies.

Saturday, December 09, 2017


Inability to do hard work is a global epidemic.

Original hai 

Friday, December 08, 2017


वो जो घर था, जिसका तुम सपना देखा करती थीं , वो कैसा है?

साहिल पर बैठ कर, समंदर में कोई छोटी सी नाव देखते हैं न, तो कभी वो साफ़ साफ़ दिखाई देती है, और कभी एकदम गायब हो जाती है. जैसे कभी कहीं थी ही नहीं. वो भी ऐसा ही है. कभी एकदम सच लगता है, जैसे हाथ बढ़ाओ तो छू लो. कभी यूँ गायब होता है, जैसे कल्पना में भी न रहा हो कभी. 

वो कश्ती गायब नहीं होती. आँख से ओझल होती है. बहुत फर्क है. 

वो कश्ती, किसी पत्थर से टकरा कर टूट जाती है, तो हमें पता भी नहीं चलता. 

Thursday, December 07, 2017

Mele par baal kavita

मेला है भाई मेला है 
दूर शहर में मेला है 
झूले और खिलौने होंगे 
हमको देखना मेला है 

तरह तरह के खेल तमाशे 
चिक्की, मिठाई और बताशे 
चलते चलते थक जाते हैं 
ख़त्म न होता मेला है!

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

On the monotony of daily existence...

Across the room
our eyes
sing the same song.
Our hearts
to an invisible rhythm.

you ask me to dance.

Isn't it funny
as soon as
our feet
start tapping
to the same beat,
Our hearts
lose the rhythm?

Ek Kahaani chhoti si

हम तुम
एक मौसम के फूल थे
महके, खिले, मिले भी.
फल बना,

खाया गया,
फिंक गए छिलके
और गुठली। 

बात खत्म।

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Doob - poem by Bhagwati Prasad Dwivedi

धरती की छाती से लिपटी 
नन्ही नन्ही प्यारी दूब 
आपस में गलबहियां डाले 
करती सब से यारी दूब 

आंधी आती, तूफ़ान आते 
नहीं तनिक घबराती दूब 
पेड़ उखड़ते, डाल टूटती 
पर मुस्कान लुटाती दूब 

रात रात भर ओस कणों से 
जमकर नित्य नहाती दूब 
सूरज की किरणों के संग 
सतरंगे खेल रचाती दूब 

free put gyaan

कविता न, लाइफ में २ ही टाइम पर समझ आती है: एक, जब दिल लगता है, और दूसरा, जब दिल टूटता है. 

Monday, November 27, 2017

Sanskrit Lokoti

आचार: कुलमाख्याति देशमाख्याति भाषणम् 
संभ्रम: स्नेहमाख्याति वपुराख्याति भोजनम्

ब्यक्ति के आचरन से उसके परिवार का, बोलने से उसके देश का, व्यवहार से उसके मन का, और शरीर से उसके भोजन का पता चल जाता है। 

From a person's conduct, we can tell their family
From their language, we can tell their native land,
From their behaviour, their intentions,
and from their body, their food habits.

Quote.. aise hi..

Longing is louder than contentment.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Its not "married but single".
Its "married, and therefore single."

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

I have learnt that hope can kill you a lot faster than heartbreak can.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Katranein: Us din ki baat

 वह: ये  जो हमारे आज, कल और परसों हैं न, ये बदले नहीं जा सकते. 

यह: hmm...  

वह: पर ये जो हमारे सपने हैं न, उन्हें इस आज, कल और परसों से कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता. बादल की तरह वे इस पूरे धुंए, प्रदूषण, परिस्थिति से ऊपर उड़ जाते हैं. हर इंसान के सपने का बादल, उसके दिल से एक  लम्बे, पतले से तार से जुड़ा होता है. हम बिना किसी तकलीफ  के, दोनों दुनिया में जीते हैं. 

यह: कभी पहाड़ों पर घूमने गयी हो?

वह: हाँ...?

यह: पहाड़ों पर अक्सर बादल हमारे आस पास आ जाते हैं, और पल भर में ही, हम बादल के बीच में होते हैं. एक ही मिनट में, हमारा बादल, हमारा आज, अभी बन जाता है. 

ये जो " आज, अभी" होते हैं न, इन्ही सब को इकठ्ठा कर के बनते हैं, आज, कल, और परसों. 

वह: अच्छा? सच में? आज, कल, और परसों, सिर्फ "अभी, इस पल" का जोड़ है, बस?
इस वाले "अभी" को इकठ्ठा कर लें ?

Dard par 3 laghu kavitaayein

कुछ बातें हमने इस लिए न कीं ,
कि पपड़ी में से रिसने लगेगी पस 
कुछ बातें यूँ न हुईं,
कि कहने की ज़रुरत ही न थी.

दर्द, दर्द को पहचाने है 
सात समंदर पार
दर्द, दर्द की करे टकोर
कर कर लम्बे हाथ। 

शब्द बड़े ही बेमानी हैं 
दर्द की भाषा गहरी 
चल सखी,
यहां न पीड़ा बाँचें 
ये सारी दुनिया बहरी। 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Sunil Jogi's Children Poetry in Hindi

पढ़ते जाओ, पढ़ते जाओ,
सबसे आगे बढ़ते जाओ 

पढ़ने से ही ज्ञान मिलेगा 
गुरु से विद्यादान मिलेगा 
नए इरादे गढ़ते जाओ 
सब से आगे बढ़ते जाओ 

विद्या तो बेकार न होती 
पढ़े लिखे की हार न होती 
आसमान पर चढ़ते जाओ
सबसे आगे बढ़ते जाओ 

उस दिन जब तुम ज्ञानी होना 
बच्चो मत अभिमानी होना 
अंधकार से लड़ते जाओ 
सब से आगे बढ़ते जाओ
- सुनील जोगी

Saturday, November 18, 2017


लड़की होती है 
शोख, चंचल,
मन को भाने वाली 

फिर वो बन जाती है 
और बहुत 

फिर वो बनती है 
धीरे धीरे 
के करीब करीब 

इस के बाद वो बनती है 
जो कभी 
हंसती हुई 
नहीं नज़र आती 

तंग रहता है हर कोई 
उसकी मनगढंत बीमारियों 
और सदा की 
तानाशाही से। 


अभी मुझे किस बात की चिंता है?
अभी तो मेरी माँ ज़िंदा है..

Monday, November 13, 2017

Sara Shagufta's poem: Shaily ke naam

तुझे जब भी कोई दुःख दे 
उस दुःख का नाम बेटी रखना 

On Sara Shagufta..

किसी  की कहानी जानना,
और उसे उनकी ज़ुबानी सुनना
दो अलग अलग बातें हैं
चाहे कोई लिख कर ही सुनाये,
ये कहानी
सुनी नहीं जाती

Sunday, November 12, 2017


Stay away from this place.

You will not know
Another night of peace
Nor another moment without pain
Your eyes will bear forever
The imprint of that pain
The lines on your face
Will become kinder
Not happier
With time.
Do not enter
This pain.
Its like arsenic.
Only slower. 

Aaaj ka Suvichar

जब किसी के  पास ८ चीज़ें हों और २ चीज़ें न  हों,
तो उसे
उन ८ चीज़ों की ओर देखना चाहिए,
जो हैं
और उन २ चीज़ों को भूल जाना चाहिए
जो नहीं हैं

नोट: ये सुविचार केवल रात के ८ बजे तक लागू. उस के  बाद तो  पौधे भी सांस लेने को oxygen ही  मांगते हैं... 

Saturday, November 11, 2017

आओ, परत परत सी खोलें 
धीरे धीरे, हर दर्द को बोलें 

कुछ  कम कर दो अपनी आंच 
कुछ देर चलो, हम छाँव को जी ले 

Katranein - On Marriage

लो, शलगम का अचार. ख़ास तुम्हारे लिए मंगवाया है

 अब मैं शलगम का अचार नहीं खाती

ओह! घर में और तो कोई अचार है नहीं! तुम तो बिना अचार के खाना नहीं खा सकती!

माँ, अब मैं अचार ही नहीं खाती। 


Thursday, November 09, 2017

On fighting prejudice..

हम ले तो आएंगे बटोर कर 
सारी दुनिया की कुंजियाँ 
पर जो दरवाज़े हमें खोलने हैं 
वो अंदर से बंद हैं। 

We could, of course, collect keys
from all over the world
But the doors we seek to open
Are bolted from the inside. 

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Trishna aur Mrigtrishna

तृष्णा का अंत तृप्ति में हो सकता है,
पर मृगतृष्णा का अंत केवल मृत्यु ही है 

Desire may possibly end with the fulfilment of the desire,
But mirages only lead to death.

Know whether what you seek is a desire or a mirage.

On incompetence..

Incompetence is not a fault. Hiring an incompetent person for the job is. 

Original hai :)

Saturday, November 04, 2017

aam ka ped

कंधे पर रखा एक सर
न कोई इशारा होता है
न किसी मील का पत्थर
कंधे पर रखा हुआ  सर
अपनी मंज़िल है

हाथ  पर रखा हाथ
इशारा नहीं है
एक दिशा में बढ़ता कदम भी नहीं
हाथ पर रखा हाथ
एक सम्पूर्णता है
अपने ही क्षण में

आज, कल, परसों,
और कुछ पल
जैसे रास्ते के किनारे का
घना आम का पेड़
जिसके नीचे बैठते ही
गैर ज़रूरी हो जाता है
मील के पत्थर , पड़ाव
रास्ते में खींची फोटुएं
और आगे तक की दूरी। 

Wednesday, November 01, 2017

sardi par baal kavita

सर्दी आयी, सर्दी आयी 
साथ में ऊनी कपडे लायी 
स्वेटर लाओ, टोपी लाओ 
और ओढाओ मुझे रजाई!
कुनकुनी सी धूप खिली है 
सुबह देर तक नींद है आई 
खेलना चाहें भाग भाग कर 
पर सुबह से धुंध है छायी 

सर्दी आयी, सर्दी आयी।

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Bachpan se...

अक्कड़ बक्कड़ बम्बे बो
अस्सी नब्बे पूरे सौ
सौ में आगा धागा
चोर निकल के भागा

पोशम पा भाई पोशम पा
लाल किले में क्या हुआ
सौ रुपये की घडी चुराई
अब तो जेल में जाना पड़ेगा
जेल की रोटी कहानी पड़ेगी
जेल का पानी पीना पड़ेगा
अब तो जेल में जाना पड़ेगा

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Mere Dukh ki koi dawa na karo by Sudarshan Fakir

मेरे दुःख की कोई दवा न करो 
मुझे खुद से अभी जुदा न करो 

नाखुदा को खुदा कहा है तो फिर 
डूब जाओ खुदा खुदा न करो 

ये सिखाया है दोस्ती ने हमें 
दोस्त बन कर कभी वफ़ा न करो 

आशिकी हो के बंदगी "फ़ाकिर"
बे दिली से तो इब्तदा न करो...

Niti ke Dohe / नीति के दोहे

साई इतना दीजिये, जा में कुटुंब समाये,
मैं भी भूखा न रहूँ, साधू न भूखा जाए

God, grant me enough for my family. Let my family have enough to eat, and may we have enough to feed a guest who comes to the door.

Monday, October 16, 2017

On Childhood Depression

डॉक्टर: क्या तकलीफ है?

अभिभावक: ये हंसती बोलती नहीं है. हमेशा गम सुम सी रहती है

डॉक्टर: तो पहले हंसती बोलती थी?

अभिभावक: जी हाँ, पहले तो इतनी बातें करती थी कि क्या बताऊँ!

डॉक्टर: तो तब आप क्या करते थे?

अभिभावक: मैं इस से कहता था की बेटा चुप हो जाओ! मेरा दिमाग मत खाओ! चुप रहा करो!

डॉक्टर: और अब ये चुप रहती है?

अभिभावक: ओफ्फोह! मैंने अभी तो बताया आपको!

डॉक्टर: अच्छा. तो इलाज की ज़रुरत किसे है?

अभिभावक: इसे है, और किसे है?

डॉक्टर: ठीक है. मैं दवाई लिखे देता हूँ. 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Random thoughts on love and life..

I keep staring at my WhatsApp all day, as if, magically, some meaning will pop out of a message there and enter my life.

Love is not a linear scale. We don't love people more or less than each other. Love is a radial diagram. We love everyone in a different way.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Why do you write in Hindi

क्यों लिखते हो हिंदी में?
ये बिकती कहाँ है?

इसीलिए लिखते हैं साहब 
ये बिकती नहीं है. 

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

आओ माँ, मेरे संग खेलो !

आओ माँ, मेरे संग खेलो !

रुक जा मुन्नी, सांस तो ले लूँ !

देखो  माँ, गुड़िया मेरी है
कितनी देर इस ने झेली है!
रूठ गया ये मेरा बादल
कहता अब मैं खेलूंगा कल!

मोटर कार भी हुई पुरानी
पर तुमने ये रेस न जानी
हवाई जहाज़ में जंग लग गया
राह तकते हर कोई थक गया!

सब काम तुम्हारे हो जाते हैं,
बस यही एक काम न होता
मेरे संग खेलो न, अम्मा,
कहते कहते मैं बन गयी तोता!

अच्छा गुड़िया रानी आओ,
मेरे सारे काम भुलाओ
तुमसे बढ़ कर क्या है परी जी,
ले आओ अब अपनी छड़ी जी

हम तुम देर शाम तक खेलें
बाबा की भी राह न देखें!
न दाल बनेगी न तरकारी,
खुश हो गई न, मेरी प्यारी!

Sunday, October 08, 2017

Katranein / कतरनें

तुमने बहुत बरस मेरा इंतज़ार किया न?


पूरे १८ बरस. 

अभी आगे के ३० बरस तो साथ के हैं. सौदा फायदे का रहा!

और जो मैं ३० बरस न रहूँ? जो मैं दग़ाबाज़ी कर के जल्दी ही चल दूँ, तो?

जो तुम कल ही चल दो, मेरे साथ कल तक भी न रहो, तो भी ये सौदा फायदे का ही रहा. 

Saturday, October 07, 2017

ਫਸਲ / फसल / Harvest

बीज तो अपने दिल में रोपा जाता है
दर्द खाद है
कविता उगती जाती है। 

The seed is sown
in the heart
Pain provides the nourishment
and Poetry is born.

ਰੋਪੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਜੀ ਨੇ
ਪੀੜ ਨੇ ਪਾਈ ਖਾਦ
ਕਵਿਤਾ ਉਗਦੀ ਵੇੜੇ
ਨਾ ਅਥਰੂ ਨਾ ਪਾਸ਼। 

Friday, October 06, 2017

Sher on reaping the benefits of hard work

धूप कब तक मुझे जलायेगी,
कल मेरे पेड़ भी बड़े होंगे 

Dhoop Kab tak mujhe jalayegi
Kal mere peD bhi bade honge..
- I think its by Bashir Badr, but not sure..

Thursday, October 05, 2017

Khilone Vala by Subhadrakkumari Chauhan

वह देखो माँ आज 
खिलौने वाला फिर से आया है 
कई तरह के सुन्दर सुन्दर 
नए खिलौने लाया है 
हरा हरा तोता पिंजरे में 
गेंद एक पैसे वाली 
छोटी सी मोटर गाडी है 
सर सर सर चलने वाली

Wednesday, October 04, 2017

Professionalism in India -circa 2017

Happiness is:

1. People unable to tell the difference between a page of propaganda and a pic borrowed from a site.

2. People cancelling a handshake deal over the phone, claiming that they "did not register" the first condition that was told to them, then calling up 2 months later as if nothing has happened and asking when we can start working. 

3. People adding clauses to a contract just because they can. The entire contract is messed up and wrong. 


Monday, October 02, 2017

On Dussera and the burning of Ravan

महसूस किया है कभी
उस जलते हुए रावण का दुःख
जो सामने खड़ी भीड़ से बारबार पूछ रहा था.....
*"तुम में से कोई राम है क्या*❓

Sunday, October 01, 2017

Random Clip art - because we like to share

Trees in Summer

Cloud Art

Cloud Art

Water Color - Background

Water Color for Background

Cherry Tree Water Color

Tree - Water Color

Big flower - Water Color

Water Color Flower Bouquet

Basic Fruit Basket Water Color

Water Color background

Water Color Rameshwaram Temple

Water Color Solo tree

Nightscape Water color

Orange Oil Pastels Clip Art

Child's Ball wax crayons clip art

Pot oil pastels clip art

canopy water color background

Embroidery tulips clip art

Tree Stump Photo

Sanskrit Vibhakti Clip Art

The vachan in Sanskrit Clip Art

Shabd Roop Sanskrit Logic Clip Art

Why relationships break

यह : पिछले कुछ दिनों में, तुम पर कुछ अधिकार सा बोध होने लगा है.. जैसे मेरा तुम पर कुछ अधिकार हो.. 

वह: ये तो अच्छा है. अधिकार तो है ही, तुम्हारा मुझ पर. 

यह: नहीं. क्यूंकि ये अधिकार एकतरफा सा है. अपने ऊपर तुम्हारा अधिकार मैं नहीं महसूस करती।

वह: तो.....?

यह: तुम पुरुष हो. समर्पण तुम्हारी प्रकृति में नहीं है. तुम केवल अधिपत्य जानते हो, समर्पण नहीं। एक तरफ़ा वर्चस्व समर्पण मांगता है. तुम स्वीकार नहीं कर पाओगे, इस दशा को. 

वह: हाँ, ये तो है. 

यह: तो फिर मैं अपना अधिकार बोध वापिस लेती हूँ. तुम पर मेरा कोई अधिकार नहीं।।

वह: हाँ, ये ठीक रहेगा।

यह: अच्छा।

वह: अच्छा।

Friday, September 29, 2017

Punjabi Lokokti and Muhavare

ਹੋਰੀ ਨੂੰ ਹੋਰੀ ਦੀ ਤੇ ਅੰਨ੍ਹੇ ਨੂੰ ਡੰਗੋਰੀ ਦੀ

This means that everyone looks for something that is of use to them.

ਘਰੋਂ ਜਾਈਏ ਖਾ ਕੇ, ਤੇ ਅਗੋਂ ਮਿਲੇ ਪਕਾ ਕੇ,
ਘਰੋਂ ਜਾਓ ਭੂਖੇ ਤੇ ਅੱਗੇ ਕੋਈ ਨਾ ਪੂਛੇ

Don't leave your house without eating in the morning. If you eat at home, you will meet abundance wherever you go. But leave hungry, and no one will ask you for food all day.
My bua used to use this one on me when I wanted to leave for school without eating. I now use it on the child. :)

ਸੌ ਕੋਸ ਦਰਿਆ, ਤੇ ਸੁੱਥਣ ਮੋਢੇ ਤੇ
The river is still 100 kos away, but he has already put his clothes on his shoulder to protect them. (Unnecessary caution)

Children's poem on Navratri

अम्बा ,अम्बिके
दुर्गा , वैष्णो माता
कितने नाम हैं
कितना यश!
कहीं उपवास, कहीं मिठाई
कहीं नाचना , कहीं बधाई!
नवरात्रि में अम्मा
हम सब की तो मौज है आई!

Friday, September 22, 2017

हम से मिलने की दुआ करते
फैज़ इतने वो कब हमारे थे ?

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Lawyer Rohit Krishna Mahanta

Sometime in mid September, 2 documentary students were working near AIIMS. It was 1 am and they felt like having paranthas. They headed to a nearby stall. AIIMS is well populated and well lit all the time.

Something happened at this stall. Some reports say that they tried to save a man who was already being troubled by Rohit Krishna Mahanta, who was dead drunk at the time. Some say that they requested him to not smoke and he started abusing them and their religion. Either way, the 2 students left the scene soon after. But the drunk Rohit Krishna Mahanta would have none of it. He took his car, followed these two, rammed the car into their bike, and then dragged them on the road. He also hit 2 other vehicles after that, but he deliberately murdered only these 2.

Make no mistake - this was a hate crime directed against their religion. Gurpreet Singh's father indicated that Rohit Krishna Mahanta also blew smoke balls in their faces deliberately. He made statements like, "In Assam, I would have you killed and no one would know."

Why am I writing this? Because obviously, Rohit Krishna Mahanta is a man drunk on power. His father is a visiting faculty at IIT Delhi. He knows, even when he is drunk, that he can get people killed at will - Assam or Delhi makes no difference. So he will get out. Then he will go on to finish his Law degree, and he will become a lawyer. I hope that one day, when you are looking for him, google will bring you to this page. And you will see what he is really like.

He has not been arrested yet. Because he has also "sustained injuries" and is "undergoing treatment". However, he was well enough to be "released on bail" earlier. He is practising under a standing Counsel for the Assam government.

Friday, September 15, 2017

New Taxation that I would like to see

Everyone is saying that Income Tax rates are too high. I agree. I believe it is time to move from individual earning taxation to taxing on the basis of the burden an individual puts on the ecosystem.

So these are the 2 taxes I want:
1. Children Tax: The state allows you to have 2 children. You want more than that, you better be able to afford them and compensate for their carbon footprint on the world.

There's more: In a Christian wedding, before you get married, you have to undergo mandatory counselling in the church. I believe this is an excellent way to prepare people for life changes. There should be a mandatory mental fitness test that parents should have to pass before they have children. This will put an end to people who have kids just to get rid of pesky relatives. If you don't have it in you to be responsible for a child for 18 years, then please don't have children.

While adoptive parents have to prove a thousand things, the State takes no measures to ensure the safety and well being of biologically born children. If a couple is not fit to be a parent - they should not be allowed to have children. Because children are a nation's collective resource. And no child should be abused or ignored by indifferent parenting. Parenting is not a right or a fertility contest. Its a responsibility. If you can't take it, have the courage to tell your families. And to yourself.

2. Trash Tax: A person should be taxed on the basis of how much trash they generate. Commercial establishments too. This will ensure that 5 star hotels start serving their guests water in glass tumblers instead of generating plastic waste for every 200 ml of water their guests drink. This will ensure that people think before they buy. A mindful consumer will be rewarded in this way and the environment will be automatically better. Amazon will start shipping in containers that actually match the product being shipped. And people will learn to not waste food. If you do not do waste segregation at source, you should have to pay extra because someone else has to do it for you.

The Trash Tax will reduce consumerism, and therefore, will be bitterly opposed by the major companies of the world. I think it is time we decided, as a species, which we need more - the world, or the  growth of the companies.

The world has enough for our need, not enough for our greed. - This quote is usually attributed to Gandhi.

Thursday, September 14, 2017


They printed it in the newspapers today
"Loneliness is fatal"
the headlines screamed

From the grave
I whispered,
"I know."

WHo were the bullies in Pathways Noida? Faizal Wani and Sahil

It was a guy called Faizal Wani and a guy called Sahil.

The fragile egos of the parents have been so proactive that they have immediately removed the hyperlinks that named the children. So I am going to post this in a few days, when their powerful snoops have stopped hounding the namers of their misguided children.

In an earlier post, I have posted the video. Here now is the story in the words of the child who got slapped so hard. Please read the full impact of this action on his life. Since you are a foreign university, you will anyway give admission to these children. And we are very glad that you will. This is precisely the kind of scum of the earth that we want to get rid of. Do us a favour - their parents are rich enough to buy citizenship in Canada or Switzerland. Please convince them to do that also. Losing the money is a very small price to pay to get rid of people like this. They are a walking (sorry, driving) threat to the rest of us.

I can bet that within 10 years from now, these children will have bullied their way. They may not have an FIR against their name, but they will have done enough tormenting.

Here is the letter:
Respected Principal, Teachers and my dear friends

I am writing this mail to express my feelings about how my school has handled this situation.

I also want to make it clear that I have forgiven all those who did this to me.

I did not attend today's assembly where kids who bullied me were to apologise to me, because I do not feel safe to walk back in to my own school.

I was slapped 4 / 5 days before this incident by another boy, and I had told the Principal about it. i did not hit back. Despite that, after just 4 / 5 days I was again attacked by a group of my schoolmates.

I have suffered a lot of pain and humiliation over the incident, but I am glad that they have said sorry to me. I hope that they have learnt their lesson and they will not frighten or threaten me or other children in the future.

This was not a "slap bet". I never made a "slap bet" with Faisal or any of the other boys who attacked/filmed me. Sahil made a bet with me, and no one else had anything to do with it.

Yet, my school has issued a public statement that this was a "consensual" slap bet incident between us. They have also said there was no bullying. This was intentional bullying.

I feel really sad to hear that. I feel really ashamed about this incident. They had ganged up on me since that morning, and made me so scared that I had no option but to let him hit me on my face without even flinching. Did you know that before this slap which was caught on video, he had slapped me but I had flinched because I have braces and he knew I have had a surgery in my ear when I was 4, yet he slapped me saying "nothing will happen, chill". Further, he told me that if I did not take the slap without flinching, the situation would be a lot worse.

I was afraid, and I am now ashamed of being afraid. Many people have asked me as to why I did not hit back or try to defend myself. The only answer I have is ‘fear’, the fear of getting hit again and harder. I knew for a fact that things would’ve gone ugly in the washroom. My upbringing has always told me that physical violence is never the right option.

Right after the incident, my mother was not informed about the incident by the School. She got to know about it only when a student sent her the video. She was also made to wait for 30 minutes outside the Principal's office before she could meet me.

I truly love my alma mater and I want to feel secure there. I spend seventy percent of my whole day at school. I hoped that at least my school would protect me and prevent such a thing from happening to me or anyone else. And so I have put my faith in the school.

If I’m not safe at school then there is no other place around where I would be safe.

I’ve always taken my academics seriously and have been doing fairly well at them but when things like these happen, it would definitely leave me traumatised and wouldn’t allow me to focus on the things where I need to.

But I feel most hurt because the school has called this incident "consensual", as if I am somehow to share the blame. I wish my school was more worried about my and other kid's wellbeing, who are bullied. But they have simply said there was no bullying.

I am in physical pain as well. I have been told by the doctor that my ear drum has been perforated with a large hole with internal bleeding. It was also said that I have temporarily lost partial loss of hearing in the left ear. As per the doctor, this should heal in 10-12 weeks. What if it doesn’t ?

I play squash 5 days a week, go for dance twice a week and the gym 3 times a week. The worst part is that I have to give up all of these until I get better. The doctor said that these activities would cause me greater pain and would stall or even stop my recovery. I was scared when the doctor had told me that there are a lot of chances of me losing my hearing permanently. I cried because I was scared and I think anyone else would be too.

Over the last four days I’ve had serious thoughts about quitting the school. However, when I woke up this morning I realised that I’m not the one who resorted to violence, would it be the right thing for me to give up ?

I respect and love my school, and expect that my teachers and friends will do everything possible so that I can come back to school with my head held high. I hope my school will stand by me, and make sure something like this does not happen to any kid in the future.

Yours truly
Rajveer Bansal

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Faizal Wani/ Faisal Wani

Take a look at this:

This is Faizal Wani slapping a surrounded Rajveer Bansal. As a result of this incident, Rajveer lost 25% of hearing in one ear.

The boys were "suspended" for a short time. There is no legal action against them.

Because we have

and this:
Faizal Wani

I am disgusted with this boy and his friends. I hate the whole lot and hope to hell that they die looking at their money burning.

and this isn't the first time. Take a look at this:

Saturday, September 02, 2017

कमल, चल घर चल - Baal Kavita

कमल, चल घर चल

घर में है चमचम
आ खा लें चमचम

चल घर चल

घर में है मलमल
कोमल है मलमल
आ ओढ़ें मलमल

चल घर चल

घर में है धनक
धनक में सब रंग

चल घर चल। 

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

पेड़ / Trees

हरे हरे हरियाले पेड़
आँखों को लगें प्यारे पेड़

फूल, फल, छाया और लकड़ी
कितना सब दे जाते पेड़

वन से वायु, वन से वृष्टि
आओ हम सब लगाएं पेड़

Monday, August 28, 2017

Love: I

I have learnt
that love
is like sunshine.
You don't have to do anything to get it
opening the doors and windows
of the heart.
And if you don't,
It will warm the heart
from the outside
awaiting its time
day after day.

Love: II

I have learnt
that love
is like air
Its invisible
The only time it becomes unbearable
is when
its not allowed to breathe.
Some days
like a breeze
it creates just the right weather
to be in.
Some days
it turns everything
topsy turvy
and annihilates.

Love: III

I have learnt
that love
is like water
It fills up
whatever it is put into.
It quenches
an ancient, primal thirst
That nothing else can.

Sunday, August 27, 2017


Anything that can be bought for money or power is already too cheap.

With age, I become aware of the sheer uselessness of money and power beyond a point. But when we invest of ourselves, our own time, our own commitment and our own passion... that's the most precious resource we have. And when something asks us to invest that, what they are truly asking for, is to be a part of the core of our existence.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Saas Bahu

If you want to understand how Saas bahu fights lead to divorces among couples, please learn from the Narayan Murthy-Vishal Sikka-Infosys story.

Friday, August 25, 2017

हम जो लोग हैं/ People like us

हम जो बावरे से लोग हैं,
बस कविता ही में रहते हैं 
कविता में आती हैं सांसें 
कविता में मर जाते हैं .

सब्ज़ी, भाजी, रोज़गार 
सब पचड़े पाल के रखे हैं 
देह हमारी मुर्दा मुर्दा 
हम जीवित बच जाते हैं .

एक स्वप्न के झूले पर 
सौर मंडल के पार निकलते हैं 
पिकनिक शब्दों संग मना कर 
फिर दुनिया में आ जाते हैं. 

पेड़ों के संग बैठक - अड्डा 
लोगों में सकुचाते हैं 
हम जो लोग हैं कविता वाले 
बस, ऐसे ही बतियाते हैं। 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Rubber Bands

Rubber Bands
according to
their strength.

Some just fray
some get cut
some break under pressure
some get too old
and lose their ability
to get back to their former shape.

Its the same
with people.

Sunday, August 20, 2017


It was always a fragile peace
like 2 warring tribes
sharing the same mountain
or gangs
the same neighbourhood.

One slap, one drunken outburst
One day of intolerance
of the "couldn't-help-myself" behaviour
is all it takes
to start the war again
Then, seeing the bloodshed
a temporary truce called in
by the police
or the "social worker"

And that
is how one dies
after 20 years of marriage.
Or 7.
Or 2.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Disilusioned? Ignore that cacophony!

From 1930 to 1947, a gradual, but definite radicalisation was done. This radicalisation took in its fold rational intellectuals like Allama Iqbal (who went from translating the Gayatri Mantra to insisting on offering namaaz at a converted cathedral) and Md. Ali Jinnah(who went from being staunchly anti Pakistan in 1936 to being the Qaid-e-azam of Pakistan) - people who had grown up in cosmopolitan surroundings, had friends from all faiths and nationalities.

Even they were converted to radicalism by this paranoia of "Muslims cannot co exist with Hindus without living in perpetual fear." As a result of this, not one but 2 separate and new countries were created, for Muslims to live in peace, without fear and with freedom to practice their religion.

It has now been 70 years. History has seen the result of the 2 theories - that Muslims will live in fear in a Hindu country, and that Muslims will live well in a country of their own.

Today, I see the replay of that paranoia. I hear the same cacophony that played from 1930 to 1947. So, as a survivor of 1947, here is my humble request to you:

If you feel that Muslims are not secure or free to live as they please in India, please understand that this is not a new or original thought. With exactly this fear in mind, Jinnah has created 2 countries for Muslims to live free and happy. All you need to do is, prepare your citizenship papers, then go to the country of your choice, and tell them, "My forefathers made a mistake when they decided to continue living in India. Jinnah was right. Muslims cannot live in a Hindu India without fearing for their life and belief. Please don't punish me for the wrong decision of my grandparents. I need to join the dream that Jinnah saw for us."

But please, do NOT poison the air that we breathe. Because when I turn off your cacophony and look around me, I see Muslim craftsmen making Jain marble temples. I see maids saying "Didi I wont come tomorrow, its my Eid, and the Hindu didi putting enough money to cover the Eidi of all the maid's children. I see a national Muslim body saying they will sing Saare Jahaan se accha instead of Vande Mataram, and no one batting an eyelid.

This poison is worse than you can imagine in your wildest dreams. It killed millions of people in a gory, bloody journey, displaced millions, created orphans and widows who didn't care about religion in the first place. Just honest men and women concerned with earning their daily bread. My family went through this and By God , I do not want to go through this again. So please, unless you can control the consequences of your short term power hunger(and you cannot): SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Janmashtami poem for kids

प्यारे कृष्णा आओ न!
माखन हमें खिलाओ न
अम्मा नटखट बनने न देती
नटखट हमें बनाओ न!

आज करें हम मस्ती सारी
जन्माष्टमी है आज हमारी!

झूला झुलाएं, पकवान खाएं
कृष्णा के संग मौज मनाएं!

Thursday, August 10, 2017

The contribution of the Congress Party to the Sikhs

The Indian National Congress has played a very important role in modern Sikh history. There are 3 landmarks that must be remembered:

1. 1947 : As Amardeep Singh says in his book , the rioters during the partition came with the slogan - Hindu ka zar aur sardaar ka sar (Loot the Hindu and kill the Sikh), the Sikhs suffered more fatalities. This was because the Sikhs were considered more capable of fighting back and needed to be killed.

2. The partition of Punjab: The Congress party prevented the Sikhs from creating a strong regional party by convincing Master Tara Singh that he had a seat at the table and that Sikh concerns will be heard and absorbed in the partition talks. Instead, the Punjabi sooba was most mercilessly partitioned with no consideration for the ethnic mix. Most sacred Sikh shrines were handed over to Pakistan, where they now rot and are written about by Amardeep Singh. Not only that, the Sikhs were largely land owning farmers. Their wealth was stripped off them and remained in Pakistan as they escaped with nothing but their lives.

3. Post independence, Punjab was the first state to be broken into smaller states - even though Punjabi was spoken all the way from Delhi to Jammu - the original extent of the Punjab state. First Himachal, and then Haryana were carved out of Punjab with exactly one objective - the weakening of the Punjab state.

4. Who can forget Bhindrawale? Just to ensure that the Akalis do not get power on the basis of their allegiance to the Sikh panth, she created a monster that plunged Punjab into a decade of pointless, violent and inhuman terrorism. She should have been tried for the worst crime against humanity. 

5. After that, the 1984 riots happened. 3000 people were killed in 3 days on the streets of the national capital of India. Their bodies were swept away and rewarded with 1000 rs by the aakas of the riots. Read H. S Phoolka's book to know more on the subject. It has now been 33 years, and we are still waiting for the Indian judicial system to do its constitutional duty. In spite of 1984, no Sikh ever retaliated with violence. Not in 33 years.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the contribution of the Congress to modern Sikh history. This video sums it up rather well:

On bullying and assertiveness

आज मैंने अपने बेटे को सिखाया 
डराओ मत, पर 
डरो भी मत 

हराओ नहीं 
हारो भी मत 

Why i worship Gurdas Mann

47 ਵਿਚੋਂ ਲੰਗ ਕੇ ਆਈ ਸੀ, ਤੂੰ 84 ਦੇ ਦਿੱਤਾ..
ਹੁਣ ਖੌਰੇ ਕੇਦਾ ਵਰਯਾ ਦੇਣਾ ਈ

ਕੀ ਖਟਿਆ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ ਹੀਰ ਬਣ ਕੇ...

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Indian Marriages

कितनी शादियां बचाई हैं
रातों की तन्हाई के डर ने

"जाऊंगी कहाँ? करूंगी क्या?" ने

"मैं तुम्हे दहेज़ के मामले में अंदर करवा दूँगी" ने

कितनी शादियां बचायी हैं
डर , मजबूरी, और खलिश ने.

Poorly translated, but here goes:

So many marriages have been saved
by the fear of lonely nights
"What will I do?" s
"I will get you arrested for dowry." s

So many marriages have been saved
by fear, emptiness and helplessness.
("saved" is satirical)

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Gentle reminder for the day..

जहां सफाई, वहां खुदाई

Cleanliness is Godliness...

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Kalahari Typing School for Men - Book Review

Its hard to get a book that flows like  a gentle river and does not bore. For someone who is addicted to the pace of thrillers and murder mysteries, to be engaged with a book that does not have the pace of a Ferrari on a race track, is saying something.

The book has characters that are well developed, and you get the sense that you know them well. Asked to do a character sketch, you could easily visualise Mr. JLB Maketoni, Precious and even the young apprentice who has taken to the Lord.

The plot is simple, if one can call it that. It feels a lot like a slice out of a life that is ongoing. The reader is aware at all times that there was an eventful life before this book,  and there will be more events in these lives after the book as well. Yet there is a sense of completeness as one turns the last page. More like one has just gotten up from a very long high tea with close friends, than that one has just turned the last page on a book.

Compared to the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, this one was a little short on the details, and there were some loose ends, which is rare for this author. For instance, how come Precious did not check up on the credentials of the rival detective agency? And how did that agency suddenly shut down? We can surmise, of course, but these are loose ends that leave the reader wondering..

Sunday, July 16, 2017

On Work Life Balance - The story of the scientist

Once, there was a scientist. He was brilliant at his work and it kept him very very busy. He was at his work all  the time - late nights, weekends, everything. This scientist spent no time with his family at all.

One day, his wife left him. He was very distraught and could not understand why. So he called her, and she told him that she had left him because he never had any time for her and the child, being forever busy with the work.
He was very sad to hear it.

After she left, he realised how hard it was to do the simple things in a house - to keep it clean, to have 3 meals on the table, to just sleep at night - alone. When he had returned from work, he had just assumed that his wife and child would be there, so when he went to sleep, he was not alone in the house. Even if he never spoke to them, he realised now how much their presence meant.

After a few days, he was very sad and lonely. It was impossible to both keep house and maintain his work. So he decided to make amends and called his wife again. He told her that he would change now, spend more time at home. That he had learnt his lesson. Could she and the child please come back?

The wife replied, "It is not what you do, my darling. Over the years, I have realised, this is who you are. It is not something you do deliberately. As a personality, you value your work above all else. If I come back, you will make efforts for a few days, but will eventually go back to being who you really are. No my dear, it is best that you live with that which matters to you - your work." And so saying, she refused to come home.

He was very sad after this talk and just could not concentrate on work. His colleague saw him sad and asked what had happened. He told him everything and then said, "The thing is, my wife is right. I am inherently like that. I do love my work above all else. But I also miss my family a lot. I don't know what to do."

The friend then said, " Let us say that you plant 2 trees at the same time. You have a limited amount of water and manure each day.  If you give all of your water and manure to one tree, it will grow big and strong and definitely taller and bigger than all other trees around it planted at the same time. But the other tree will wilt within a short time and die away. Then you cannot bring it back.

If you divide your water and manure among the 2 trees, they will both grow only moderately, you will never touch the heights that you could have touched with either, but they will both be in your garden.

This is a decision that we all have to make. If we pay no attention to the family, we can reach great heights in our careers, because our time and attention is the water and manure that we have every day. If we do work life balance, we must do so with the conscious idea that we will not win Nobel prizes in our profession so easily. But we will have a family to go home to.

Everyday, that water and manure - our time and attention, must be divided between the 2 trees. But most importantly, you must know,  that the trees are exactly the way you want them to be. It is, my friend, time for you to make a decision. If you want to rise to great heights in your career, you must abide by the decision of your wife - because she is right. And if you want your family, you must know, right now, that it will be wise to sacrifice some of your ambition. You will see some of your colleagues outshine you. And you must not regret or grudge them their success or ambition, for you have traded happily, the place on the podium for a place by the hearth. It must be a conscious decision - one that you take for yourself, and not one that is taken for you.  Your wife has taken a decision once for you. Don't let that happen again. Go home and think. "

With these words, the colleague left the scientist. The scientist came home and thought. All of that night and all of the next day he thought.
That night, he called his wife again. He spoke to her at length, and by next morning, she had come home with the child.

The scientist and his family were happy this time. They lived together for many years. Finally, the son grew up. He studied, and started earning his own living. It was then time for him to get married. He fell in love with a very smart young lady, and announced the decision to his parents. His parents welcomed the idea and the young lady into their home.

That night, the scientist took his son aside, and said, "There is something I must share with you. You do know that there are 2 pots in the garden that I always take care of myself. No matter how large the garden or how small, no gardener is allowed to touch my 2 plants. You have often asked me the secret of my fascination for those 2 plants. I will tell you today. It is not the plants. It is the pots that house those plants.

Many years ago, your mother left me because I had no time for you and her. When I pleaded with her to come back, she reminded me, that I was not busy at work so as to avoid her. This is who I was. And I would do it again. She was right, of course. Your mother always is. So one night, I brought these 2 tiny saplings home. I told her, that I was going to nurture both those plants. Every morning, I would water them the same way that I had divided my time between home and work the previous day. So if I had ignored my family for a day because of an important thing at work, I ignored the family plant entirely the next morning. On a good day, I would come home on time and spend time teaching you, asking her about her day and telling her about mine. On such a day, I would water and nurture both plants equally. On the weekends, I would not work. And then, I would not nurture or weed the work plant either.

In this way, the minute a plant starts to wilt, I will know that that aspect of my life needs attention. If one plant was not flourishing, I would know before any real harm came to my life. Over the years, those plants have been my daily reminders, companions and guides. When you get married, remember to plant such saplings, so that you and your wife always remember that a family needs attention too. That is the secret of my 2 plants, and why I wouldn't let any gardener interfere with those 2 pots."

The son was amazed to hear this. He had never imagined that 2 pots could mean so much to his father. Or to anyone. He had no idea that he really needed to work on being a family. He thought it just happened on its own. Then he reflected upon his own hours at work, and smiled. He was his father's son all right. He was going to need the 2 pots of his own.

Dard/ दर्द / Translations

यूँ तो 
हर भाषा में 
अपने ही तरीके से 
बयाँ होता  है 
पर एक स्तर के ऊपर 
मैंने देखा है 
दर्द का तर्जुमा 
बड़ा आसान सा हो जाता है 
एक सी ही निकलती है 
और चुप्पी भी 
हर भाषा की 
समझ में आ ही जाती है ...

ਹਰ ਜ਼ੁਬਾਨ ਵਿਚ
ਵੱਖਰੀ ਜਤਾਈ ਜਾਣਦੀ ਹੈ
ਪਰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਜਾਪਦਾ
ਜਿਦਾਂ ਇਕ ਮੁਕਾਮ ਤੋਂ ਪਰੇ
ਪੀੜ ਦਾ ਤਰਜੁਮਾ
ਸੌਖਾ ਜੇਹਾ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ

ਚੀਖ ਤੇ ਸਬਦੀ
ਇਕੋ ਜੇਹੀ ਨਿਕਲਦੀ ਹੈ
ਤੇ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਵੀ
ਹਰ ਜ਼ੁਬਾਨ ਦੀ
ਸੋਜੀ ਪੈ ਹੀ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਹੈ / ਸਮਝ ਆ ਹੀ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਹੈ
no doubt
is described differently
in every language,
but I have observed
that when it crosses a certain level
it is really easy
to translate
the expression of pain

sound the same
in every language.

And it is possible
to understand silence
in any language.