for rooji, a poem in my dreams

yeh zindagi ka lamba hai safar, 

aatein hai kuch panne 

jo aagey palat nahi paatey, 

iss sabh mein insaan dhoondta hai ghar. 

na toh ye cement se bana hai na hi patthar 

na toh hai isme deeware, na koi baahar, na koi andar

na kuch jise dekha jaye, jise chhooah paye 

ye ghar hai aisa jisko sirf mehsoos kiya jaye 

zindagi ke shor mein isko insaan khojta rehta hai, 

khaamoshiyan aur sukoon mein fark samajh jaata hai, 

aisa ghar jisme ek pal mein saare mausum ho mehsoos,

jo bina kuch kahe hi keh dete hain voh daastan jo hai khaamosh

kahan hai ye ghar? 

zindagi mein milega, ya hai sirf ek mann ki soch? 

bheed mein chalte chalte, achanak ek jahah dil thehar gaya,

jaise har raasta khud b khud yahan laane ke liye mud gaya, 

jisko door door tak kisi sarhad ya deewaron ka koi nahi tha asar, 

usko aaj mil gaya hai kisi ki baahon mein, aakhir, yeh ghar

you ground my soul

when you look at me, and the wind blows,
the stars twinkle, the sky glows.
and when you hold my hand, the flowers grow,
the petals soften, my comfort shows.
but i love it most when my head is on your chest,
i find peace, my heart rate slows,
all of the world, its light and shadows,
blends into a harmonic flow
and after that when i look into your eyes
i realize the depth of the craters in spite

of your quietness, and when that does subside, 

so much of the love and affection did hide.

you ground my soul, make my spirits soar.