Deprived

 

"लिखे जो खत तुझे, वो तेरी याद में,

हजारों रंग के, नजारे बन गए,

सवेरा जब हुआ, तो फूल बन गए,

जो रात आई तो, सितारे बन गए।"

-Gopaldas Neeraj

They say soulmates are tied by a red thread,

And I pray to god, you're the one holding the other end,

And if you're not, I'd ovelap my thread over yours so that our destinies become intertwined,

Yet destiny, a piece of cloth,

Is intertwined by a million soulmates,

And irregularities like me are cut off,

Is it because I don't deserve love?

No,

It's because I'd sever the ties of other's so I could reach yours.

Love is said to be around the corner,

But when I tread there all i can find are wistful souls,

Harbouring in the arms of other's, and yet always wishing to sail away,

In the vast sea ocean, they'd be left alone,

To dry underneath the scorching sun of regret,

Or to drown deep into the ocean of jealousy.

Throughout heaven and earth, they'd think that they're despised by destiny, and they truly are,

They'll land on a mountain of corpses,

Corpses not deprived of life, but of love,

Of kindness, of generosity, of affection,

A mountain no angel could scale.

People who have found the other end of the thread,

They cherish on the land of love, no less than paradise,

And the corpses, buried deep inside the ocean, forgotten,

Rage and rage and rage!  They cry tears of eternal yearning,

They send ferocious waves of sadness,

But the people in paradise see it as a spectacle of destiny,

A beautiful night where the waves come to and fro,

But nobody notices, those stones on the shore are the hearts of the deprived,

Their hearts were never tied,

They never were meant to be tied.