Life A Companion Strange You Are – तेरा साथ अजीब सा

BEYOUTEA>A POETRY REVOLUTION>PEACE
     MAKE EARTH GREAT FOREVER
NOTHING IS NOT TRUE : NO\KNOW THYSELF NOT 
जिंदगी तेरी तरह ज़िंदा मै नहीं हूँ तेरा साथ अजीब सा, 
मेरी तरह तूं मरता नहीं सोचता हूँ मेरा माथ अजीब सा। 
           मात खा-खा कर हर तारीख गुजरेहैं जमां सल्तनतोंका, 
           समां यह कैसा बाँधा मेरे दिलतक तेरा हाथ अजीब सा। 
सवाएनमी सहरकी मानिंद तुने हुस्नदारी हिज़ाब डाली, 
तेरीसूरत आँखोमेबसी एकपहेली गावगाथ अजीब सा। 
           रूह-ए-जहनकी हम गुलामीका हुक्मराना शिकस्तदर, 
           छीनकर सबआजादी निजात करे रबानाथ अजीब सा। 
मेरी मज़हब मेरा ईमान धरम दीनदयालहै सब हाथधरे, 
जंजीर दौलाती सियासती पड़ा हाथोंमे गाँठ अजीब सा।
           ये जिंदगीके चायको आज बनाना पड़ा तेरे रुख़सतोंसे, 
           रञ्जीशहींसहीपीनाजिनाहैहरदम साथसाथ अजीब सा।
       LET'S GOODNESS A CHANCE : END ALL WARS

Life A Companion Strange You Are : Alive and Dying

BEYOUTEA>A POETRY REVOLUTION>PEACE
MAKE EARTH GREAT FOREVER
NOTHING IS NOT TRUE : NO\KNOW THYSELF NOT

Life – I’m not as alive as you pretend to be, Your presence feels strange not dying like me. Thoughts spiral endlessly within my aching head, You, so distant – my mind, a strange decree.

Time after time, empires crumble at fate’s own hand, Defeated, like me, history treads the same sand. This moment – so still – yet my heart tightly bound, By your touch, so near, so distant, so strangely grand.

Like dew before dawn, you veiled your beauty with grace, Yet your image, etched in my eyes, holds a riddle’s face. A saga half-spoken, a mystery sung in vain, Your visage: a haunting hymn in timeless space.

In the realm of mind and soul, we bowed to mighty lore, But freedom you stole, left my spirit sore. A sovereign cry for liberation now echoes loud, The divine justice lost in strange uproar.

My faith, my religion, my dharma – all stood still, Silent in hands bound by gold and power’s will. Chains of politics, economy – tightening fast, Each knot in my hands, a strange and bitter thrill.

Now I must steep life like bitter tea, Brewing each day with the ache of your absentee, Even anger is better – a brew I must share, For your absence, too, is strangely dear to me.

LET’S GOODNESS A CHANCE : END ALL WARS

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