धूल चख के उठ जाना राही,
लगता है तेरी मंज़िल कहीं और है,
हॉंसलें की साँस भर के फिर खड़ा हो जाना तू,
लगता है तेरा वक़्त कहीं और है,
गिरने से खरोचें भी तो कई आएँगी,
उम्मीद है तेरे आँसू तेरे घाव भर देंगे,
कहीं अकेला ना समझे खुदको,
राहगीर भी तुझे कई मिलेंगे,
अब इसी धूप में मीलों-मील चलना है तुझे,
लगता है वो तारों की छाओ कहीं और है,
धूल चख के उठ जाना राही,
लगता है तेरी मंज़िल कहीं और है.

mother earth
Scared by human deed
her beauty fade to endless greed
her arms of green sent to mill
her rivers of life waste to fill
her eyes in smog lost its hue
oil spills hurt her sea blue
end doth her life without care
oh doth hearts her pain to share
green grasses frail and fail
Human deed acid hail
Art of human her face doth scar
tis our earth her end not far
call ye oh hearts to think
save her from extinctions brink

It won't be all sunshine and rainbows,
You will be in the dark for days unending;
Your spirit will be crushed,
And your faith will be tested.

Your joy will be stolen,
Your peace will be destroyed;
Reality doesn't promise justice,
And yet you will be expected to be happy.

You will be lonely,
You will cry tears unnoticed;
Your trust will be crumbled,
And yet you will be expected to have open arms.

Happiness comes at a cost,
It is a constant battle to be fought;
Day against night,
Good against evil.

What matters though,
Is not that you take on the world;
You really can't,
Life shatters the toughest of us.

Fight for your happiness,
It's not a present but a reward;
The truth is bitter,
But it hurts lesser.

green
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch

red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets

grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame

death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-

green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?

blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey

green*
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through

Perhaps the reason we do good not because our hearts are pure, but because we want to hide the evil in us.

three letters

that don't really mean anything

but somehow describe

*exactly how I feel