I stumbled across this gem.
Gulzar saab has always made the art of expression of such complexities of life look like cake walk.
Intrigued, I spent a moment, tried to take what little my unfurnished brain could absorb from the few words that mean so many things.
It is a perfect dose of boost to those who have hit the rock bottom and in his own way he has depicted how easily man can bounce back to life and be what he wishes to be and loves to do.
Here’s the poem written by the inimitable man himself.
पूरे का पूरा आकाश घुमा कर बाज़ी देखी मैंने
काले घर में सूरज रख के,
तुमने शायद सोचा था, मेरे सब मोहरे पिट जायेंगे,
मैंने एक चिराग जला कर, अपना रास्ता खोल लिया.
तुमने एक समंदर हाथ में लेकर, मुझ पर ढेल दिया
मैंने नूह की कश्ती उसके ऊपर रख दी
काल चला तुमने, और मेरी जानिब देखा
मैंने काल को तोड़ के लम्हा लम्हा जीना सीख लिया.
मेरी खुदी को तुमने चंद चमत्कारों से मारना चाहा
मेरे एक प्यादे ने तेरा चाँद का मोहरा मार लिया
मौत की शह देकर तुमने समझा था अब तो मात हुई
मैंने जिस्म का खोल उतर के सौंप दिया , और
रूह बचा ली
पूरे का पूरा आकाश घुमा कर अब तुम देखो बाजी – गुलज़ार
To my readers outside India who wish a Translation do shout out I will be happy to elaborate.
Peace
The Waterman
Yesterday is ashes, tomorrow wood and only today the fire shines bright. 
After reading this blog thought of sharing this poem I read awhile ago….
If
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
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Such a beautiful addition!
Thank you very much.. Keep reading keep sharing
The Waterman
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