And those know it,
Say they not,
What it is the soul and the spirit,
As most of the sadhus and saints have,
The sadhus and sadhakas of India.
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It is good to have a walk with you,
Under the moonlit lights,The moon shining overAnd you and I talking with each other,Lost in sharingThe feelings of heartUnder the milky white orbs glisteningAll over the landscapeAnd you and I strolling,Going with and talkingAnd sharing feelings.
I just the eyes dark and deep and lovely
That instaed of trying to avert the gaze,I could not,I saw her, but took the pains too,is this called love?
Where is beauty, whether in flowers
Meeting strangely,Where is it?When praise I the flowers,Held in by their exquisite beauty,I think it,There is nothing like that,So natural and lovely,So fresh and fine.But when find I the maidensStanding before,So beautiful to see,Bowling me outAt the first glance,I find yself at an awkward position.Now have I come to the conclusion,The maidens too can be…
I and You,
Interrelated, inseparable.
Okara, whose is the piano
And what do you like to play withThe piano or the drums?Perhaps the African drumsMaking the panthers flee,Fishes and animalsAnd the ghosts and spirits dance.With the beats and dancesOf your fellow people,Dancing and singing in the forests,Feeling joy of Nature, pristine world.Whom will it not charm the hamlet homes,The hills, vales and woods,The rivers and…
I do quawwalli very privately and personally
Dressed in a lungi and a ganjeeVery privately before my little onesAs for my rehearsalBut to do in the lungi in cold countriesA challenging task,So, if I get a chance anytime,I shall before the same audience of mineBut in the shirt and pantsAs because lungi will create fresh problems for me.