Fair !!

If life had been fair , where would cries come from ,
If life had been fair , where would the evil go ,
If it had been fair for buck, what would the cub do,
If it had been fair for the poor , where would the riches go ,
If it had been fair with the truth , where would lie be ,
If it had been fair to the slaves , what would the master see ,
If fair for the ugly , where do the pretty go ,
If fair for the weak , what would the strong do .
If it was fair for me where would you go .

Where would you live and carry your race , of ever lying , ever pretty , ever healthy , ever bubbly, ever superior .

If life was meant for me , it would be unfair with you .
That wouldn't be  fair enough either .

So let it be fair to you , i ll find my share somewhere far ,
and when i reach there , i ll cry from star , and tell you that it's fair for me too , for that life was never meant to be for me , as it was for u .

Listen

They said, "conquer" , I said i can't .
They said, "compete atleast " , I said I still can't .
They insisted me to take a challenge , I walked away .
They shouted " you can run" , I said it was stupid .
They told me to walk constant , I said i will fall .
They asked me to stand for that matter , My legs started shaking .
They asked me to crawl , I trembled more .
They closed  my eyes , I saw a dream , i was winning life , I was winning a dream .
They whispered "look you conquered", And I opened my eyes .

Insight talking
talking to you all day , all night , all the time ..
As Rumi asked us to listen.

wishes whine .

Do your wishes whine ?
Mine do, as they wander from the blues up to the blues down .
Mine do, as they warm the cruels back to the kinds above .
Mine do, as they knock at the skies and hear a sound.
Mine do, as they see , cry and reach the ground .

wishes whine when made and not .
They whine when made alot . .

Mother

the 'LyL' so beautiful ,
we sat on the piaza,
joyous over the 'Burooj' up ,
we found smiles in them when waiting for us was the 'Shams' at the dawn ;
I forgot the thirst of my veins,
the hunger of blessings,
when i put my head on your bossom.
and then came the dark murk ,
and it veiled not only the 'Burooj' but also the morning sun.
Though i couldn't see , but I smelt the 'Dookhan' from somewhere so strange .
It must have been black !
Then started the 'zariyaat' and the murk went away .
I could see the 'Qamar' and a fig on it's light , which burnt with a ' Lahub' so beautiful .