पड़ लेना,
समझ लेना,
अपना लेना,
तीन अलग अलग
बातें होती हैं,
एक आँखों में,
दूसरी बातों में,
तीसरी रग-ए-जाँ
में होती है,
एक काँसा,
दूसरा चाँदी,
तीसरा बेशकीमती
मोती है,
पड़ लेता हूँ,
समझ लेता हूँ,
बस यही है
एक नदामत,
अमल में लाने में
इतनी देरी
क्यों रहती है!
Dismantle the world
and build it again,
and if you can, feel
your ancestors’ pain —
the famine, the disease,
the discomfort, the unease,
of the caveman, unlettered,
unsure, unaware, unprepared,
running hither and thither,
clueless and in vain.
And then keep on adding,
layer by layer, one evolution
at a time — the Stone Age,
the Bronze Age, the Iron Age,
the Industrial Revolution,
the Information Age —
while keeping count
of each leap’s gain.
Do this a few times,
each time feeling a bit more,
and you will understand
who has created,
who has built this world —
what is the truth,
what is the myth,
what to leave
and what to hold on,
who is progressive,
who is crazy,
who is a cheat,
who is insane,
and who is sane.
My office badge and my own
condition is almost same,
both have become jaded
looking for a renewal again,
the simmering,the withering
the insipidness,the hopeleessness,
concerns being heard but unadressed
ah! the feeling of helplessness,
and with no refuge in near sight,
no longer sure to fight or flight,
staring at the mountain of grunt work,
semes like there is no end to plight,
having put my heart and soul into the things,
does not feel like right to leave,
but then out there could be something better,
heart says why for worn out things greive,
ah! the aching thoughts of uprooting
finding new place,gettting in and settling
ah! the tragic and terrible time,
ah! the hapless and twsited fate of mine.
