Un Nigahon key qabil nahin hoton ki zubaani.

- P^T

25th September 2010

Locked inside a pigment of her imagination,

A speck of hope for a train to stop at her station,

Her shackles tell us the story of her past,

An eternal struggle until she breathes her last.

Parthsarathi Trivedi

26th July 2010

Veiled behind the darkness no light reaches his eyes,

Every time he sees her, his iron heart cries,

She looks at him, her thoughts unchanged,

He wonders where her love had waned

Hidden behind a shield of ignorance to suffering she was blind,

No matter how much he searched, it was vision he could never find,

She glimpsed at him for one last time before confirming the harness,

Just another shadow in the darkness.

Parthsarathi Trivedi

Trains subways cars people, an era of confusion

Humans dominating Mother earth, its all an illusion

Forgetting who they are in a desperate attempt to live

Not caring for their brothers and sisters unwilling to take or give

The only things these mortals take are lives

Their stagnant apartments cover the sky, repugnant beehives

Nothing can extricate the ego that resides within their mind

Conceited fools they are, to honesty they are blind

The Sunday tabloid, broadsheets, just scraps of paper

At neither sorrow nor joy will they ever caper

There she lies, the forgotten Mother

No one giving a damn about the other

Parthsarathi Trivedi , 9^th December ‘06

Down the muddy path he walked towards the desolate cemetery,

A picture he saw, scoured in his memory,

He dreamed of days he had spent beside her,

Awakened by the sting of reality, his vision had begun to blur

He saw silhouettes in the distance, hearing cries from the undead,

The icy wind against his brow, a frozen tear he shed,

He bent down solemnly, for her company did he crave,

Placing the flowers down, beside her immortal grave.

Parthsarathi Trivedi

7th August 2007

A winter day, a cloudy sky,

A hint of a tear in her eye,

Her cradle of misfortune rocked by the winds,

Nobody cares, a lonely song she sings

Through the halls of blind souls she walks,

On the door to her heart no one knocks,

They stare at her empty minds,

The light of the day she never finds

Burning grass, stagnant leaves,

The sun goes down, darkness creeps,

She looks back on shattered dreams, visions,

Seeking to reach the touch of humans

Parthsarathi Trivedi

8th March 2007