ਸਿਦਕ…

ਸਬਰ…

ਮੇਹਰ…

ਨਾ ਬੋਲਦੇ ਨੇ

ਨਾ ਫੋਲਦੇ ਨੇ

…

ਤੂੰ ਵੀ ਨਾ ਬੋਲ, ਤੂੰ ਵੀ ਨਾ ਫੋਲ

ਮੈਂ ਆਪ ਹੀ ਸਭ ਕੂਚ ਰਚ ਲੈਣਾ

ਆਪ ਹੀ ਆਪਣੀ ਕਹਿ ਦੇਣੀ

ਮੈਂ ਆਪ ਹੀ ਤੇਰਾ ਵੀ ਸੁਣ ਲੈਣਾ

–

ਮੇਰਾ ਸਿਦਕ ਵੀ ਤੂੰ

ਮੇਰਾ ਸਬਰ ਵੀ ਤੂੰ

…

ਮੇਰੇ ਹੱਕ ਦੀ ਮੇਹਰ ਹੈ ਤੇਰੀ ਚੁੱਪ

ਇਸ ਮੌਨ ਨੂੰ ਮੱਥਾ ਟੇਕ ਲੈਣਾ

ਤੂੰ ਤੋੜ ਤੇ ਭਾਵੇਂ ਜੋੜ ਮੈਨੂੰ

ਮੈਂ ਹਰਿ ਮੰਦਰ ਤੋਂ ਕੀ ਲੈਣਾ

When given a chance to question

Ask my Maker anything

Absolutely anything at all

No conditions

No limitations

And no holds barred

Nothing off the table

Nothing not allowed

No time or space constraints

Nothing too big or small

~

Will I know in that moment

And will I know the words

Or will silence finally find me

And I won’t know what to ask

Not that you left without teaching

everything I needed to know

Nothing was left unsaid

that needed to be told

I still miss you…

~

Not that the stars don’t shine

Or the moon is any less bright

The oceans still crest and ebb

The mountains have their might

I still miss you….

~

The love around me is abundant

The laughter is still pure

The lamp you lit still shines

And shows the path for sure

I still miss you….

~

Not that the reflection in the mirror

Is any less a likeness of you

Or the endless memories incapable

of bringing on a smile or two

I still miss you….

जैसे क्षितिज की चाह सूरज से मिले

मेरे साये ने कहा आज मुझ से मिले

मेरा शोर है उत्सुक मेरे मौन से मिले

मेरी प्रार्थना की प्रीत कि प्रभु से मिले

I am looking out from behind bars

All that seems free… is also in shackles

Tied down, weighed down, anchored…

Where is the freedom I was promised

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And then I look out to the horizon

The mighty ocean also yearning

The darkness has lingered too long…

Where is the dawn I was promised

–

I have closed my eyes, sealed my lips

But the mind shouts like thunder

The heart rages like lightening…

Where is the silence I was promised

–

I have been wandering and whirling

Even the North star seemingly lost

I now sit at your doorstep…

Where is the God I was promised

Like a mirror…. Quiet….Clear. Make me that. Or pour me the raging river…. we are old friends….

The cloud that makes the sky a canvas

The drop that makes the water an ocean

The believer that makes the stone a God

The light that makes the diya a devotion

अगर खोया है तू कि कोई ढूँढे तुझे

तो ले निकला हूँ मैं तेरी खोज में

अगर खोया है तू कि ख़ुद को ढूँढ सके

तो ले मैं यहीं बैठा हूँ तेरे सदके

~

और जब मिल जाये अपना पता और निशान

तो चले आना बताने, बन फ़ुरसत-ए-मेहमान

कि वो जो तुझ को मिला और वो जो मुझ को मिला

किस से इश्क़ करें और किस से गिला

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Don’t break my heart

That it shatters my center

Break it just enough

So the light may enter

I came in search of silence

I came in search of You

You dropped all veils right here

As if searching for me too