EKIKAAR
ONENESS

Tuzhme, muzhme antar itna
Vaarid aur himm ke kann jitna
Mein nabh mey udtaa phira must
Tu tapkee muzhse raag trust

Komal, halki, paavan, dhaulee
Jub  pavan bhare teri kaulee
Phir bhar ke apnee godee mein
Dekar dheemee dheemee pengein

Ja rakha kisi parvat oopar
Ya kisi parn ke haathon per
Phir jaise ritu kuchh hui garm
Teri thandak bhee hui narm

Tu himm kann se bun gayee boond
Chal padee banee nudd aankh moond
Prastar, ujjwal, yowvan, prasann
Ithlaatee, mudmatee , munn- munn

Duniyaa bhar ke le ke prasang
Ho jaate tere malin ang
Per phir kyaa, aise hee hota
Papon ko phir kaise dhota

Karke papon ka samvahan
Tu phir bhee utnee hee paavan
Dheere dheere hokar vaashpit
Tere dhabbe jaate hain mit

Tu muzh mein ho phir samavisht
Ho jaatee ojhal aur adrisht
Iss se jyada kyaa aur kahoon
Tu, tu na rahe, main, main na rahoon.

Inn sabka tu mutt kar vichaar
Karne de kaisa bhee prachar
Tera charitra utna nirmal
Jaise ganga ka gangajal.

 

The only difference between you
And I
Is the same as a snow flake and a cloud
In the sky
I roamed like a maverick
You fell off me, laden, love-sick.

Tender, buoyant, pristine, pure
When breeze held you embracing
And did a few things more
Swaying slowly in satin swing.

And gently settled you on a mountain top
Or on the palm of a leaf, flip-flop.
And as the days got balmy, did
You too became a bit tepid
(Hesitant to loose your form).

From flake you turned into dew drop
And flowed into a river,
(With your eyes closed)
Free flowing, milky, turbulent,
Your bosom overflowing with           
charm, youth, seduction; 
In your journey.

Gathering of sins of others spoiled
Your limbs collect filth, get soiled
But then this is how it does happen
How else would all wash of their sin?

Carrying burden of sins awash,
You do retain your purity by
Invisibly ascending in vapours, mist
And all those stains go away.

And you again merge in I,
What more do I say, My
You don’t remain You 
I, nor I.

Don’t give much thought to what they say,
Or anyone broadcasts,
You journey begins from me and
There it lasts.
You remain, as pure,
In spite of yourself.
As pure as the holy waters of  “Ganga”. 

~Phuhaar~