If silence is whole

And complete in itself

Why do I hear it

Like the fires of hell

If silence is still

And forever unchanging

Why does it feel

Like the galaxies racing

If silence is noble

Like the wisdom of age

Why does it fool me

By showing its rage

If silence is quiet

Like the midnight sea

Why does it speak

So loudly to me

–

Maybe silence is lost

Just as I am, in myself

It eludes, not just me

But its very own self

Every single time the night falls

A sun rises to show me the light

Every time the heart grows weary

A friend comes by and makes it right

–

Every time when I wander astray

Someone brings me back with a whirl

Every time I descend into darkness

I seem to come back with another pearl

–

In the ups and downs of this ride

Each crest is laden with such pleasure

But the real quest lies in the abyss

Where every time I find a new treasure

The road to paradise

Must pass through the abyss

I dance with abandon

Meet the colors I must kiss

I whirl with the colors

I am all that there is

And if I get lost in the noise

The silence holds a promise

जब आदत हो मैख़ाने की
गंगा घाट पे शक़ तो होगा ना
जब आदत हो वीराने की
महफ़िल में ज़ुल्म तो होगा ना

यूँ ही थम जा और बैठ ज़रा

हर आदत को बेग़ाना कर

कुछ अपनी कह कुछ मेरी सुन

बेहासिल ही सही…तू इश्क़ तो कर

Someone please stop the falling of sand

Through the cruel hourglass of time

Hold the winds and silence the waves

Make this pause only mine

I have to remember so many

People, places, smells and sights

Taste of salt in the air I breathed

All of my living and it’s many delights

Remember my love

Enduring and sweet

How the lamp shone through

Morning’s fog on my street

Remember the family

that my blood bound

And the one just as precious

That the soul found

I don’t want to take anything with me

I travel light as you can see

Let me linger just a breath or two more

To say my good-bye and set you free

The reds and golds on brilliant display

The sky ablaze with little disdain

The untiring whirling of the earth

The sun lays down for the moon again

–

Fill my cup with old wine and silence

Mark this day so I won’t ever forget

Hopes and dreams and laughter

No, today is nothing special, and yet…

The day is new

But the air is as old as time

The ray is new

But the sun is as old as time

The loss is new

But the grieving is as old as time

The wish is new

But the longing is as old as time

You speak silence with such fervor

I stand rooted….rendered speechless

Should I turn my face to the sun

In case it has carried a message from you

Should I close my eyes and feel the wind

In case you are feeling my presence too

Should I sit quietly and listen to the silence

In case it speaks to me for you

Should I leave the light burn on tonight

In case God has lost his way too