Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....(How do I put in words to them, what you mean to me...)

The poem below was written on 8th-Aug-2003 while i was in the train on my way to my University.It was the first time i was going there.

The poem is in hindi followed by a transliteration which will not be an exact one , for those who do not understand hindi...

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Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

ek jalti hui lou, mehakane waali pavan,jeevan ki umang,asha ki tarang,

har dhadakne waali dhadkan ka karan, har khwahish har dua hai...

kaanton bhari sej,paon ke neeche bichi hui jalti raet,aansuoon ka umadata hua sailaab,

ek murjhayee hui aarzoo,ek sisakti hui just-a-joo,ek adhhori daastaan bhi tu hi hai...

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

meri aankhoon ka noor,mere jeevan ka tassavur, man ki her ek aah,

meri zindagi ka ahem lakshya,mere jeene ki sada,meri prerna hai ..

ek pal bhar ka khwaab,bujhta hua chirag,ek tadap, ek aisi lalsa hai,

Jo bujhti nahin, thamti nahin, lakh jatan ke baad bhi,puri hoti nahin..

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

mere jeene ka kaaran,ya uske anth ka farmaan hai,ek aisi manzil,

jiski raah jeevan mein gunjaye maut ka aaghaaz ..bhi tu hi hai..

mere dard ka marham hai tu,aur khud hi dard beshumaar hai...

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

meri aastha meri tapas, meri khwahishoon ka mukaam hai,

vo aakhri aarzoo,vo nasha, vo ulfat hai ...jiska tu hi anjaam hai ..

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

Ki duniya kabhi jaan na paai,kabhi samajh na pai;mera wajood hai tu...

ab paal raha hoon jis nasoor ko seene mein, ek aisi  dhadkan hai tu...

Ki dard teri judaai ka peete rehte hain.pyala khali hota nahin...

Ret samaan ungliyon se fisal rahi hai tu,tadap bhi meethi lagne lagi hai ab,

honthoon ko choone se pehle hi saki ke, chalak jaata hai pyaala khushi ke jaam ka...

tere se gila kaise karein...saki hamari tu jo nahin, sirf teri ek tasveer hai ...

Kaise main kahoon unse, tu mere liye kya hai.....

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If people ask me does it pain .. I will say  yes it does...

If people ask me do I regret the pain .. I will say i don't...

Maybe I love the pain as well .. maybe love is not about good memories only .. maybe love is about the pain as well ..

it is about the bonding as much as it is abot the separation...

 that was the main theme behind this one .. and what is below is just a translation .. which I find to be pretty rubbish ... I guess found it too difficult to translate this one .... 

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How do I put in words to them, what you mean to me...

The flame that ignites my passion,a fragrane that fills the air,

my inspiration to live, my hope,you are the music in my life..

a bed of thorns, an interred emotion, a suppressed storm,

an unfulfilled solicitude,you are an incomplete story of my life..

How do I put in words to them, what you mean to me...

the radiance that lights my world,my life's snap,every thought of my mind,

you are the sole ambition, desire and inspiration that fills my life..

An ephemeral dream, a dimming lamp; an incinerating need,

consuming me,ushering in ashes of tempered dreams,making them rife

How do I put in words to them, what you mean to me...

you are why I wish to live,you are also why I slowly die

You are eternity but roads leading to you,under the watch of doom's eye..

your faith is what heals me,but the pain during the cure also takes my life...

an embodiment of my devotion,my penance, my prayers

you are the end to my means,my love,my last desire...

How do I put in words to them, what you mean to me...

The world could never comprehend,could never decipher; you are my identity

you are the breath that I rear,even though it's a canker in my heart..

I keep drinking from the cup of pain,but there seems no end to it..

only sand is left in my fingers,you are gone, and the pain feels sweet..

How do I put in words to them, what you mean to me...

the nectar of joy splashes of from my cup,while i "cheers" with you..

lips are left dry in anticipation..but can I complain.. ?

for my companion is just a picture of you....