जो चौखट लाँघ परिंदा

जो चौखट लाँघ परिंदा आज यहाँ से जाएगा,
फिर झूठी-जूठी खाने को वापस न आने पाएगा,
समय-समय जो आँखें खोले, मूँद नहीं फिर पाएगा,
गफ़लत में बीती रातों को, वो भूल मिनट में जाएगा,
फिर झूठी-जूठी खाने को वापस न आने पाएगा,
जो चौखट लाँघ परिंदा आज यहाँ से जाएग ।।

The bird, which goes from here today,
will not be able to come back to eat the false-liers.
From time to time, the bird that opens its eyes will not be able to move again.
He will forget the past in a minute, and will not be able to come back to eat the false-liers. The bird, which goes from here today.

क्यूँ रत्न-राख़ सब एक किया ?
क्यूँ जीत को मेरी ख़ाक किया ?
क्यूँ भीड़ में नंगे जिस्म को मेरी,
यूँ चीर-चीर कर साफ़ किया ?
क्यूँ झूठ की भेंट चढ़ा मेरा सर,
ये भेद सब से कह जाएगा,
जो चौखट लाँघ परिंदा आज यहाँ से जाएगा,
फिर झूठी-जूठी खाने को वापस न आने पाएगा ।।

Why did you make all the jewels and dirt be one?
Why did my victory go in vain?
Why was my body ripped-off-naked in the crowd?
Why my head was presented with lies?
This distinction will be told to everyone.

पहरों के पहरेदारों से, डर-दर्द से वो टकरा जाए;
दो पहलू का वो हिस्सा है, ये क़िस्सा किससे बतलाए,
है इस पार, उस पार का भी, फिर भी न आने पाएगा,
जो चौखट लाँघ परिंदा आज यहाँ से जाएगा,
फिर कितनी भी कोशिश कर ले,
वो समय फ़ेर न पाएगा,
फिर झूठी-जूठी खाने को वापस न आने पाएगा ।।

He should be clashed with the guards of the guards,
with fear and pain;
This is a part of two aspects, who should be told this story.
This side belongs to him, even the other side is his, still he will not be able to come, the bird, which goes from here today.
No matter how hard we must try, the time never gets resolved.
The bird will not be able to come back to eat the false-liers


THE FABRICATED LURE

The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity,
innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!!
slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard,
melody of myths, each passing day subsides.
the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life.
ashes, ashes, all fell down.

Then ticked on the Life’s clock, adult reality,
Full moon brings the darkest night agitated,
for people are bats who sleeps upside down,
they chant of modesty and truth fabricated,
Deadly roses, delicate and sublime,
The moment you see it, the moment you die.
Ashes, Ashes, all fell down.

Truth is the rotten dung in the dumpster,
Honesty is cowardice, love is miserable-lore,
For I know the truth of the selfish bones, I lie.
Assumptions, Beliefs and a relentless dream,
of an ethical, modest and fascinating us,
for you and I, we’re not the priest,
Ashes, Ashes, all fell down.