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


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


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.