Seize the world

Seize the world
seize it like it never was before
seize the world
it all belongs to you
Seize the world
seize the earth
seize the sun

Seize the sky

Seize the moon

Seize the stars

Seize the destiny

Seize it like it never was before

The earth belongs to you

The wild and city

The living and dead

The over and above

The wind and the waters

The clouds and the rain

Rivers and the trains

They all belong to you

You made it

You had it

Like it never was before

Seize the oceans
seize the hills
seize the land

Seize the sea

Seize the heart

Seize it hard,

Like it never was before

You made the steel

For sabers and swords

For chains and barrels

Seize the steel

Seize the barrels,

before it is turned upon you

Seize it hard

Like it never was before

Seize it hard.

Seize the labour

Seize the day

Seize the night

Seize the light

Seize the black

Seize the white

Seize the red

Seize the green

Seize it hard

Like it never was before.

Seize the flank

Seize the blank

Seize the fields
The world belongs to you

Like it never was before.

Adieu ! My dear friend!

Adieu ! My dear friend!

Adieu I do,

To abide by the promise you made

With a word of caution

Time and tide wait for none

So quick you be and look before wade

Into the troubled waters.

Nay!

I want not disturb your way

I wish you well,

A path of joy

Dotted with peace

With truth and care

A world of joy

A world of pleasure

Of freedom unbound

And success so maiden.

May your step tread with care

The path un-trodden

With all your dare

And no fear,

Dauntless you be

To strive for the right

in the rightful manner,

To hold aloft the rightful banner

I wish you success

Success unclaimed

Leaving nothing to chance and destiny

You be master of your own

And fly your own crimson sail

Have faith in you

To learn the way

To turn the tide

To your side

To make your vision all world wide

May all your dreams be all fulfilled.

Adieu my friends Adieu I do,

Adieu I do to all of you.

Ah! That was me.

Ah! That was me.

Gurdip

Being so lonely
so desolate
in the ruthless Jaw of the world
cut me asunder
slice me through me
shred me
I wish I could be pulled apart
to be strewn around
not one piece
saw me through
and let he sawdust
be blown away.
I wish to go
let me go
being so lonely
I cannot be
what I want to be
what I desire to be
all is lost
all is not lost
whole is lost
the whole of it
hollow remains
a dark black hole within me is
consuming
everything that I had
everything that I have
being sucked into it
I wish I could escape
the hollowness is following me
turning me into a fallow land.
thoughtless
uncared
unkempt
undesirable
here it goes
so do I.

I wish to go

I wish to go

Gurdip

I shall hold no grouse
no grumble
if I die today
and pass to oblivion
unnoticed
So lonely
and desolate I am
disturbed
troubled
strife-worn
having been hit hard
by all
who around me
tried to bend
to twist me around
I wish to leave
make an exit
voluntarily.

To You

Thinking of you tickles under my wings

And I wish to fly to you

Like a bird

            That knows no bounds.

I wish to share my heart with you

I wish to share my soul with you

I wish to share all that I have

And get away with your agony

            Your pain

            Your sorrows

So that you could sing a song

The song that lulls

the weary sun on the horizon to sleep

The song that sends ripples in the air

And sets the breeze to blow

            Over the vast tract of my soul

            Through the dry twigs of the tree

            That you sowed in my heart.

The song that sweetens my dreams

The song that sends a breath through my body

The song that could paint a colourful spring

            On canvas of my dreams

I wish I could fly

I wish I could fly to you.

To You

Thinking of you tickles under my wings

And I wish to fly to you

Like a bird

            That knows no bounds.

I wish to share my heart with you

I wish to share my soul with you

I wish to share all that I have

And get away with your agony

            Your pain

            Your sorrows

So that you could sing a song

The song that lulls

the weary sun on the horizon to sleep

The song that sends ripples in the air

And sets the breeze to blow

            Over the vast tract of my soul

            Through the dry twigs of the tree

            That you sowed in my heart.

The song that sweetens my dreams

The song that sends a breath through my body

The song that could paint a colourful spring

            On canvas of my dreams

I wish I could fly

I wish I could fly to you.

Who was she?

Who was she?

She appeared from nowhere

Seeing me
standing all alone on the road

she came forth

and tugged at my arm

‘Where were you?

I have been looking for you.

Every where, here and there

Why you did not tell me

That you were here

Standing all alone

All by yourself

I just smiled

Tried to tell

In a vain attempt to elucidate

But she went on talking

Just then a bus arrived

“Look my bus has come

And I have got to go

Bye

To see you again.”

She waved at me
while I looked at her

smiling face.

Oh God

I forgot to ask her name?

I forgot to ask her

Who she was?

Oh my God

I am all alone

Once again

Standing on the road,
wondering.

(based on an Armenian story)

Unconcerned

My Voice is my concern
yet
I am silent.

Unmoved

Am I unconcerned?

I am not voiced myself

I am silent

Unvoiced.

Unvoiced and unmoved

Am I dead as stone

Dumb as wood

Inanimate

Unconcerned

Unvoiced

Unmoved

Inanimate

Tagged with so many traits.

What an array of traits
have I eared?

Cool

As ice

All frozen

Outside and inside.

Wind around me

Wants to change me

I resist.

What an unvoiced syllable.

Unvoiced shriek

All within

Strangled.

I invoke thee my destiny

Change me

Do change me.

Please animate me.

I want to speak.

Together We Walked

Together we walked

up and down the hill.

Waded like lame ducks
in water,
we kept on walking
we splashed a little
but got splashed by others
they cared not for us
nor for our clothes
that we wore,
the best of our attire
when we left home in the morning

We went on.
we laughed a little
smiled sheepishly at each other
we went on.

Our shoes held more water
than us
with the shoes not keen on walking
we kept on walking.

The rain lashed,

The storms blew us out of our breath
sand in our eyes, ears and face
we kept on walking.

Walk we must we knew lest
it should be late
before the sun was set
we had to walk
so we walked
we walked together.

We talked together.

We listened to each other
and kept on listening.

We sang together.
You and me,

We walked past the lakes
we walked past the hills
we walked through the thick of jungle
we paved through the thorns and thistles.

The sun looked at us
winked at us and
and gone.

I looked at him.
Ohh. I was left alone
he was not there.

Gone.

Hold Me Not.

Gurdip Singh

Don’t leave, cried the village
shouted at me the big tree
in the chaupal, The big gate on the entrance
and the pond at the back of the village
The Old well cried. The dry soil
was moist again, so sad were the crops.
Don’t leave, that was all they wanted
to say. They seem to cry, but leave I must

Sooner or later, I’ve fought a battle within.

So I will leave, I said.

We belong to you, they said, don’t go.

You belong to us, they said, don’t go.

We all belong to each other, don’t go.

But I care not little, you cannot change
me, so be off with you. I turned down
I want to shout at them, don’t stop me.

I want to shout at the deserted temple

Deserted as it stand with the deity alone,

in the  Deserted village.

Don’t hold me back, you have already

Deserted me and my aspirations

Just loosen your hold of me and let me go.

Don’t let me hold back my dreams and

Desires, my ambition and destiny

I’ve sown myself in the fields where

Nothing except thorns and thistles
has grown into bristles of thorny cactus
which bear no flowers.

Let me go, my village & my farms
and fields and plowed lands

Let me go to the distant places
where I want to try all my dreams
all my desires and all my aspirations;

Let me go. Let me go. Let me go to grow
don’t call me back. Don’t hold me any more.

Fall

Fall

Dethroned and thrown

I push my way

Through the thick and thin

All alone

I am gushed through

Several orbital of whirls

Of winds

Quietly I pass through all

The din of words

Haunts me and comes gushing

On my face

Like several hundred thousands of

Dust storms

I am hailed with stones

They all hit me and pass through me

With a punctured self

Ground and afoot

I am slowly

Reduced to few specks of sand

Infallible I am felled at last.

I welcome you all

The witness of my felling.

The final clap

 

 

 

 

The final clap

Gurdip

Where’re you all the time?
They kept me
all tied

Knotted

Atop the cross

With nails in hand
and let me bleed
drip bled
that oozed drop by drop
till I could see no more

My vision failed first

Then my ears

And now I could faintly feel you

I beseech
where were you all the time?

They carried me my cross

Heavily burdened my strength

Till it failed

They forced

To push my way

Uphill

To reach the cliff

Where they held

The mast to have me nailed,

Where were you all the time?

I waited for you?

Now you have come

A long last

When my hands all nailed and drained off

The last drop of strength

I cannot feel you

Oh, how unbecoming the moments..

I wanted

I missed you

I thought you would clap

And I hear your clap the last thing

Will you clap for me

To clasp me?

I beseech you, please.

Silence

The Silence

Gurdip Singh

You don’t want to listen

I don’t want to hear

There lives the silence

But not the peace

Angst between us is growing

Ever widening

Too far we stand

From each other

Words fail to reach

To touch the inner core of your soul

All broken

We have become estranged

You don’t know me

Nor do I

Missed each other we may not
miss.

Lost we are to each other
once and forever

A poem

What should be a poem? What is a poem? 

A beautiful poem by Archibald MacLeish comes to my rescue and here it is.

A poem should be palpable and mute

As a globed fruit,

Dumb

As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone

Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless

As the flight of birds.

                 *

A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases

Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,

Memory by memory the mind—

A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs.

                  *

A poem should be equal to:

Not true.

For all the history of grief

An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

For love

The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

A poem should not mean

But be.

Spontaneity.

Spontaneity.

When it comes,
it flows down the
windows
through the windows panes
it blows
and flows through me
and spatters in spills
over my table
on the page
I carefully
take every drop of it
Sometimes it forms
a poem
sometimes a story
sometimes a painting
it comes
as it goes
through the windows
to make a landscape
my page
my colours
my words
my voice
none is enough to contain it
so it blows
like a whirlwind
picks me up
in the air
takes me above my feet
in the sky
keeps me hovering
The spontaneity
is thy name
You are stupendous.

 

 

Blessing

May you lose your richness of wealth and not of mind

Nor compassion and nor heart that is kind

The only thing that you can find
in your bust that makes you different
from the wilderness and the wild

May you lose the land at hand

For your palaces that go up spiral round

May you have your feet on the ground

And keep it high  the mind that thinks

May you blossom all the time
keep your heart that never stinks.

May you live close to your thoughts

May you never be ruled by desires.

Life Still is a Mystery

It goes from grip
in drops and drips

as you sips
the life to your lips

it gives you slips

and here you stand

as lost

life has no host

boast you may

night and day

the ticking of times

reduces bones to dust

all desires and the lust

gushing winds

carry all afar

and scatter around

in specks on the crust

the hovering soul

keeps on hovering

till every thing goes astray

the palaces

pride

and plunder

They find no mention
in the books of history

Life still is a mystery.

Make me Celestial too

How can I sing unto you
every thing that I know
you know
and any thing that you know
I don’t know.

If you want me to sing
unto you
everything that you know
then
I would have to
plunge deep into you
to reach those depths

To explore the unexplained
and put it back into
my words

And make a song

To sing.

I know you want me to sing

Unto you

Every thing that you know
I know not

So you want me to know

Everything of you

And bring it under my lens

To pulls you closer

Upon me

To feel you

To touch you

To taste you

And to make you mine

To make you part of my rhymes

My rhythms

My breath

My vibrations

My head

My heart.

Let me be all celestial like you.

Life

Life

Gurdip Singh

Small as shinning fish
it gave me a slip

I tried to catch it many times
but every time it slipped
I had to face the setting sun
all in gloom and despair

The defeat was writ everywhere

On the face of setting sun

Slowly dipping its tip

In the troubled water

Its dim light vainly tries

to lift few clouds

and

carry them along
on the moon
on the stars

I walked past the trees

All alone
my shadow
that I dropped having carefully folded

And left it on the bench
on the beach

I walked alone

My footsteps disturbed
the peace of birds
that fluttered as I walked past their
peaceful worlds.

The whole night I spent
gazing the stars
finding out
why my destiny was spelt with
so many words that mean the same
as gloom, despair,
distress and defeat.

Every sleepless night

was spent on pacifying
the dreams of desires
in the morning
I came face to face
the roaring see.
Popped up my shadow
asking me
with a smile
-Let us play fishing-fishing.

I chase the shadow
lest it should get drown
my shadow does not know
swimming.