Dil ki zubaan

befizool, bewajah,

behisaab, har jagah

humne poocha hai kai baar

kyun aati hai bin bulaye?

tune keh diya tha, ek baar

phir awaaz na dena

magar kambhakht teri yaad

ye peecha hi chodhe na

abhi bhi aati hai jo shaam

wo dhalti hai tere naam

abhi bhi raat ke sannato mein

tera ehsaas gunjta hai

hum dil se kehte hain

uska afsos kya karna?

wo jo kabhi tha hi na tera

us par har roz kyun marna?

dil badtameez hai mera

wapas jawaab deta hai

tu duniya ke kaydon mein jee

dil ki zubaan tere bas ki ab nahi

Mirror of your soul

You can always smile

and smile & smile away

and with that pretty smile

hide the pain deep deep inside

so baby you just smile
and let the smile override
override the hurt
the pain beneath just hide.
but when I look into your eyes
it's a mirror of your soul
and no matter how hard you try
they have a story to tell
and I see it thro your eyes
the mirror of your soul
baby, how you are bleeding
how it's hurting deep inside
..And then there comes a cloud
a cloud of gushing tears..
For a moment I think,
you are out of control..
the floodgates are now broken.
and the pain comes gushing out
But in reality, it's just another trick
to cloud my vision of
the mirror of your soul.

A big fat lie

...And sometimes your whole damn life 
just comes down to - a big fat lie
that you haven't even lived in a while
...And sometimes your life rolls out 
like a big joy ride
but you still haven't lived in a while

Sometimes the mask comes off
and what you see in the mirror,
Oh baby!!! You don't like
Sometimes the ice breaks down
but you still can't think
of a thing to try..

...And sometimes your whole damn life
just comes down to - a big fat lie
that you haven't even lived in a while
...And sometimes your life rolls out
like a big joy ride
but you still haven't lived in a while

Sometimes the people you loved,
practically all your life
you didn't find standing by
Sometimes the storm is so harsh,
brngs down the roof over your head
but baby, you just didn't cry...

...And sometimes your whole damn life
just comes down to - a big fat lie
that you haven't even lived in a while
...And sometimes your life rolls out
like a big joy ride
but you still haven't lived in a while

Sometimes the life you swore as a kid
you would just ne'er have
is the one you lived by
Sometimes the whole world cheers,
"Baby, you made it!!", But you didn't
and only you know why...

...And sometimes your whole damn life
just comes down to - a big fat lie
that you haven't even lived in a while
...And sometimes you life rolls out
like a big joy ride
but you still haven't lived in a while

Contradictions

The more I see, the less I know 
the less I know, the more I woe
without a thought, without a care
without the want to look up my nare
And then I seek less, but I find more
In a sparrow's tweet or a lion's roar
The lullaby of the crashing waves
or the deafening noise of the fallen pin
Which do you choose, which do you faze?
of defeating nights or glorious days
of grown men playing wayward roles
of soldiers piercing innocent souls
Which do you choose, which do you faze?
A life of contradictions, in this maze.

Amar-i Akkhamata

Tomra Kara? Tomra Kara?
Subinyaste gharke karo tachnach
saada carpet ke rangao rakta lale
akash batash ke bhore tulecho barooder gondhe
jaliye pooriye chharkhar korcho prithibi.

Imran, tomar galay ami sunechi
amar santaner swar
icche hochhilo adore tene nee
tomar matha, amar kole
boli, dosh tomar noy... dosh tomar noy...
dosh tader, jara deyni tomay
ekti sustha paribesh,
jara bonchito koreche tomake
phooler rang dekhte, paakhi der gaan shunte
jara shonaeni tomay prithibir kotha...
anubhab korte sekayeni ekti saada kabootar dharar sukh.
Dosh tomar noy... dosh tomar noy...
tai eto kichu hobar poreo
dekhte icche korche tomar ghumonto mukh,
jantranay choucheer hoye fete jaache mayer buk.
Parini ami-e parini...e amar-i akkhamata
ami parini tomay ekjon manush toiri korte.

- Anita Kathuria

(My thoughts on the Mumbai terror attack of 26/11 . Glued to the
television screen, hands folded in prayer, as I watched helplessly for
days...when I heard Imran Babar's(a terrorist holed up at Nariman House
in Mumbai) conversation with a reporter, all I could do was put my pen
to paper.)

** Sharing a poem my mom wrote about the Mumbai terror attack of 26/11/2008