Badalta maen

Kyun badalte ho tum roz
Jab poochhta hai koi
Aasman mein baithe chaand ko dekhta hoon
Aur muskura deta hoon maen

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I am a candle by Arseny Tarkovsky

I am a candle. I burned at the feast.
Gather my wax when morning arrives
so that this page will remind you
how to be proud and how to weep,
how to give away the last third
of happiness, and how to die with ease—
and beneath a temporary roof
to burn posthumously, like a word.

Ek kavita ki khoj (The search for a poem)

Ek din yoonhi nikal gaya tha ghar se main
Socha ik kavita hi talaash loon

Kuch socha toh hui hairat
Kahan dhoondun tujhe
Kahan se shuru karun talaash

Sawaal mein ghulit hoye yeh kavita
Ya samayi hoye jawaab

Sapnon ke tukdon mein milegi kahin
Ya zindagi ke ik bhoole guchchhe mein rakhi si dikhegi

Guzre kal mein tattolun tujhe
Ya aane wale kal mein tarrashun
Kaho toh parosun tujhe main aaj

Mehkegi baharon ke khile phoolon jaise
Ya patjhadd ke toote patton si sarsarahegi

Bachchon ki khilkhilati hasi mein goonjegi
Ya tharrayegi unki masoom siskiyon mein

Subah ghonslon se nikalte hue parindon ki chachahatt mein
Ya sham ko ghar laut-te shor mein sunayi degi

Phatte kapdon par zameen talashte keede se samjhun
Ya samjhun udte hue bhooke baaz ghanere se
Kaho toh samjhun ubakti hui machhliyon se

Likhi jayegi thame paani ki satah par
Ya phir uski gehraiyon ke bhanwar mein gotey khayegi

Sardi mein rooh ko sehlati agni jaise
Ya mritakon ki tapti raakh mein dhuein si uthegi

Jo ho raha hai usmein ghategi
Ya ubhregi usmein jo ki ho kabhi na

Jeevan jaisa ik raaz hai tu
Kahan shuru hoti hai aur kab thamti hai
Aur kya hota hai us dauraan

Tera bhed ab yeh khul gaya hai
Kyun kiya maine sawaal aur kya hi hai jawaab
Humesha thi tu mujh mein kash-m-kash si

Kyun nikla ghar se main.