What if 

What if I follow you
Will you call me creep?

And if i bring you mary queen
Will that be a keep?

Hey! Do you cherish the things i do
Or find my trinkets cheap?

What about the songs i wrote
I wish, you find them deep?

Tell me if you saw me crying
Will you let me weep?

Hope, they say is a waking dream
And I have kept a heap

Tell me if they ever work
These goodnights before your sleep.

ਪੀੜਾਂ ਦੀ ਮਂਗ

ਲਿਖਣਾ ਮੈਂ ਕਿ ਚਾਹਾਂ
ਮੇਰੀ ਕਲਮ ਦੀ ਮਂਗ ਹੈ
ਖੂਨ ਦੀ ਸਿਆਹੀ ਲਾਲ
ਹਂਜੂਆ ਦੀ ਬੇਰੰਗ ਹੈ
ਲਫ਼ਜ਼ਾਂ ਦੀ ਥੋੜ ਤੇ
ਸੋਚਾਂ ਦੀ ਸੰਗ ਹੈ
ਕਾਗਚ ਦੀਆਂ ਲੀਕਾਂ ਨਾਲ
ਇਕ ਲੇਖਾਂ ਦੀ ਜਂਗ ਹੈ
ਯਾਦਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਸੁਲੱਗਧੀ
ਇਕ ਤਪਿਸ਼ ਦਾ ਹੀ ਅੰਗ ਹੈ
ਕਿੰਜ ਚਲਦੀ ਹੈ ਪੌਣ ਦਰਦ ਦੀ
ਸਾਰੀ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਹੀ ਦੰਗ ਹੈ
ਲਿਖਣਾ ਮੈਂ ਕਿ ਚਾਹਾਂ
ਮੇਰੀ ਕਲਮ ਦੀ ਮਂਗ ਹੈ
ਦਰਦਾਂ ਦੀ ਲੋੜ ਮੇਨੂ
ਪੀੜਾਂ ਦੀ ਮਂਗ ਹੈ

A skyfull of joy

A sky-full of happiness


Berukhiaan kujh injj hoiaan
ke jeen de lihaaz badaley ne
kujh unjj v shehar opra hai
te apnea de v rivaaz badaley ne

Ajj asmaan kujh hor hai
chann v pehchaan vich nayi
meriaan gallaan v kujh hor hi hann
ehna taareyaan de andaaz v badley ne

Estraan ne badal ajj ghirey hoye
main saverey turea c jo shaam pai gayi
kujh hanju v hun vagg vagg suke hann
te kujh mausam de mijaaz v badley ne

Raazdaar ne eh galliaan
main pathraan nu samjhaya hai
main ajj v ohi haan,mere geet v ohi ne
sirf vajjan vaale kujh saaz hi badley ne

Kis nu pata hai ke ki hoya ?
kise nu ki te kise ne ki khoya
menu pata hai par main chup haan !
bhavein mere kujh alfaaz badley badley ne



18/Jan/2014 – Hunter valley/NSW/AUS


When I hum that song
I wrote for you some years ago
Did I mention the nostalgia it brings
I would have made you feel like a star
You and me would have been a legend
A song of myth

I see you smiling at me from a distance
Now your eyes blink
I thought I skipped a beat
Now you are talking to your friends
Lost in your own mystery world
And the wind messing your hair
You know that’s how I remember you

If only you knew how I missed you all those years
You would cry
The pain you would feel would be real
And you would want to die
Because you are no different than me
We are all made up of same few things
Like the ashes of the words we said
And the dust of the fallen stars.

The poetess

She speaks with a timid voice
keeps her eyes on the floor
she smiles but hesitates
but when she does
it is a soundless wail

She speaks with a timid voice
from her dry lips
in form of whimpers, the truth escapes

There is a night in her heart
and pain in her soul
her eyes are dry
but emotions moist

She longs for joys
she imagines laughs
No gold can content her
but the warmth of a child

She is innocent
She seems afraid
But is she ?

There is a silence in her words

I fear that silence.

Go away you “Nevermore”


Worn and weary by the day
as I remember 11th may
held up by the fluttering rap
I heard a familiar tap
while I dreaded in my haven
did I expect a dark raven
casting shadows on the floor
there’s someone at my door

Who? said I in the gray
quivering sound overlay
but making move thereby
and trust me there was no reply
so much that I did deplore
but I expected no Lenore
and I afraid of Nevermore
anxiously waiting at my door

Tis was years and years ago
once I read Edgar poe
while there was I without a clue
the darkness of the night grew
the tapping did not seem to cease
I shook woke my caprice
I flung opened my wooden door


Thousand shadows behind

In between the forgotten chords
a new day begins
and it starts all over again
where I left it in tears
I start with a smile

A million smiles away you seem
yet I swam across
and I have come a distance
only when i feel pain
its not good enough

Some thousand shadows behind
in between the road
I stand alone
watching you go

I am so good at being alone
I know it, well
now that you are gone
seasons have passed
and comes the fall
here i begin ….

The painting

(Painting by : Chris Chalk ,

And winds those blew past flowers
i sit empty handed for hours
and false notions not break
those winds kiss my finger nails
from the corners of an aisle
i embellish a smile
and ink weeps on the color
the skies on the open canvas
i paint on and on and on ….

I wonder neath the sky
what a wonderful lie
and i dream till it’s a dream
and illusions i breath
i exhale on the canvas
while clouds conspire to cry
i forge down the eyes
and some hopes forgone
and then i paint
i paint on and on and on …..