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You hide from the world
Or
The world hides the best from you.
In either case, you are at loss.
So open up and meet and greet.
Life is a journey.
A journey whose vehicle are just two.
Fear and greed.
And I tell you that,
Both should be driven with caution and constrain.
Sometimes it’s fear that makes you move forward,
Fear of losing. And that makes people afraid.
Rightly though. We should be afraid.
And then it is greed that makes us move forward,
Hunger to achieve more and better,
As we set our feet on unchartered plains.
That’s called taking risk and that makes us afraid.
Rightly though. We should be afraid.
Being afraid is not bad. It’s good.
That’s what turns into strength while we move ahead.
It were the days,
When we were the El Dorado.
It were the days,
When we used to be the benevolent helper of the world.
Soon came the Britons,
Alas! How unfortunate were we.
Sooner came the Great Bengal famine,
As we became the crutches of the English crown.
Alas! How hapless were we.
But as any believer will say,
Time keeps on churning.
As came the midnight of fifteenth,
We had our moment.
When for the first time,
We standing as one,
Stared awestruck,
From the darkness into the light.
All the dark grey clouds over us,
Hanging down like broken shackles,
As we entered, holding each other’s hand firmly,
Into the safe shadows of independence,
The epitome of bliss,
Whose shrine will always be celebrated by us,
“WE” The Indians.

Happy Independence Day.
As we recall the horrid past, my choice of words may not suit some. To all those who may feel offended, I extend my sincere apologies.

Pushkar
Home
You were the only address I had
You didn’t change when I kept growing
I got a new address now
And that’s draining my morale
You were there when I wished anything
I will be home to be there with you well before the sun sets on you.
How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.
Alas! How on earth shall I tell you?
When a phoenix is rising from the ruins.
When Lord Buddha has started smiling.
When Jesus has just arrived Jerusalem.
Yes, I will tell you, yes you will get the answer.
But first let the journey finish, you will get all your answers when you see the legacy that I left behind.
This one is written in my mother tongue , Hindi.
See notes for translation please. Thank you.


मैं शून्य हूँ,
अंत की शुरुआत से पहले की कल्पना हूँ।
भोर फटने से पहले की,
मैं एक प्रहरी की चीत्कार हूँ।
मैं सृजन से पहले का भाव हूँ।
हर सोच की शुरुआत हूँ मैं।
मैं अनंत हूँ,
अंत किसे कहते हैं,
उसकी खोज में निकला,
मैं एक पथिक हूँ,
मैं शून्य पे बैठा,
अनंत की सोच रखने वाला निःशब्द आदि हूँ,
मैं अंतरआत्मा की अभिव्यक्ति हूँ,
मैं शून्य भी हूँ, मैं अनंत भी हूँ।
I am the start,
The thought before inception,
Right before when the dawn breaks,
The shout of the soldier.
I am the start of a thought process,
The start of any emotion.
I am the infinity,
Tiring myself out in the sun,
To find where I end,
Defining my own legacy.
I am the all mighty,
Sitting at the start,
And smiling at the roads,
That will lead me to my legacy.
I am the voice of my soul.
I am the start, which until I leave for the heavenly abode, will remain an infinity.
How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.
Never give up.
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