Tere bin reh lange .....

Dil tere wich ek kaali khil gayi,
Pyaar di teinu navi gaali mil gayi
Jehre rah aase pehla jande se,
Os rah de tah nevh he hil gayi

Tharti wich the lange ........... Tere bin reh lange


Loki meinu thichara karde,
Andaro hasde outo fickara karde
Jehre meri maut layi khush ne,
Hass ke meri roan da jikar karde

Loka naal Khe lange ............. Tere bin reh lange


Mein doosi meinu saaza mil gayi,
Bin tere jean di raaza mil gaye
Mere bagair tere toh je nahi hunda se,
Aaj alag hon de wajah mil gaye

Teri sochani le lange ........... Tere bin reh lange


Teer tu thore, haath kaala kaman aa gaya,
'Walia' de maut da fharmaan aa gaya
Aakha aago mere hass ke le gaya teinu,
Aaisa zindagi wich jalim mehmaan aa gaya

Tera nukshaan ve seh lange ....... Tere bin reh lange


Tu chadeya meri tah zindagi he rul gayi
Tute ghare wicho paani wangu dul gayi
Mein tah teri te bara maan karda se
Loki kehde oh teinu bhul gayi

Kale he beh lange ............... Tere bin reh lange


                                                           - J. Walia

Insignificant ' Karwa Chauth'

Karwa Chauth - A normal day with a lot of significance
An Indian tradition with a fling of male dominance
Marriages are made in heaven but hearts beat on earth,
Indian girls are taught to respect all, right from their birth.

Karwa Chauth, for my family, holds no more significance
As I lost my dad and we all feel his absence.
This is an occasion to which my family has said goodbye
I still hope someone stands up and say: "Your Dad's departure is a Lie".
                                                        
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I know ..... today my mother will cry
She will smile and lie when I'll ask her WHY
Mom, why are you crying?    Don't be sad, don't even try,
O! Beta, I am not crying  .... There is something in my Eye.

I know there is something in her eye which keeps on coming back
But I don't have the courage to tell her that it's Dad.


She clean my dad's photo frame with her dupatta
Then she innocently says," Photo oute pe gaya se kaata"

I smile back as I know the truth, I know the base,
She simply needs an excuse to touch her husband's face
She cries there ..... I cry here
But papa is still found no where.

She no longer applies henna, nor she waits for moon,
We both often wonder, why he left us so soon.
She cry all by herself which makes me extremely sad
Karwa chauth << why do you bring tear in my mom's eye?... You are very bad


"Veero Kudiye Karwara, Sarv Suhagan Karwara
A Katti Na Ateri Naa, Kumbh Chrakhra Feri Naa ......."

These lines are fresh, they still echo in my ear
My Mom use to sing them for her husband dear.
Every married women perform puja for her soul-mate,
My mom sits in the corner and bravely face the fate.

I think my mom still keeps fast for the soul of my father
Her immense love send shivers down my spine, I sometimes bother
These occasions, festivals often put us to test
Rest, we can't fight with god, as he knows the Best.

                                                                           J. Walia

My Tears .....

My Tears .... Some stay back, some roll down
                     Some I am ashamed of, some are my crown.
                     Some curse me, some bless me
                     Some are my protector, some undress me.

                     Some make me silly, some make me proud.
                     Some make me realize I am alone in the crowd.
                     Some wander around b'coz they feel lonely in the eye,
                     Some free themselves, just to ask me the question WHY


My Tears .... I once tasted them, they were bit salty,
                     On the way down they said that I am faulty.
                     Many times they make me realize my mistake,
                     They are the first to tell me - 'Give life a second Take'.

                     My tears are my mirror to this counterfeit world
                     They reflect the image of the society still unheard.
                     They show me a true path and work as a Myth- breaker,
                     They have their own manipulated mind, they work as a
                     story creator.


My Tears .... I take them positively and see them as a weight loss
                     I cut short their journey and show them Who's the Boss.
                     They sarcastically tell me that Life can take a Toss
                     They simply don't leave ur eye, they come out for a cause.

                     Some say that the tear is the best armour of a woman
                     Some say that the tear is an indication of a bad Omen.
                     But I feel that the tear is a Blessing in disguise,
                     They also force you to compromise with Life.


My Tears .... Even they cry ... They request me to atleast Try
                     When I start sobbing, even they run dry.
                     Sometimes Life take its toll, I cry for no reason at all
                     I pity my tears as they have to bear the burden of my
                     Down fall

                     See ... they have started coming out again
                     They are the first one to realize my Pain.
                     They console me, they don't let my sacrifices go in Vain
                     They die for me without having any personal gain.


Now I have started fearing when I see my tear,
I can't see myself in pain, I simply can't bear.
I am proud of my tears, they are my pearl
My mom says I cry like a Little girl.

My tears keep me grounded, it retains my sanity,
I cry for others, it proves my humanity.
My tears are my teachers, they gives me a silent explanation
My tears are my friends, they are my own 'soul search engine'.

                                                                                   - J. Walia