English Translation of the Poetry in the Movie Pink

Here is how I could translate this incredible poetry originally written by Tanveer Ghazi for the movie "Pink":

तू खुद की खोज में निकल

तू किसलिए हताश है?

तू चल, तेरे वुजूद की

समय को भी तलाश है

set out to seek thyself

why disheartened art thee?

look, even the mighty time

attempts thy mettle to view

जो तुझसे लिपटी बेड़ियां

समझ न इनको वस्त्र तू

ये बेड़ियां पिघाल के

बना ले इनको शस्त्र तू

mired wires that bind thee

ain't there to carry thy clothes

melt these wires to thy feet

and into armors have ‘em mould

चरित्र जब पवित्र है

तो क्यूँ है ये दशा तेरी?

ये पापियों को हक़ नहीं

के लें परीक्षा तेरी।

when thy heart is full of light

why allow iniquity around?

the evil hast no right to try

thy body, thy soul or mind

जला के भस्म कर उसे

जो क्रूरता का जाल है

तू आरती की लौ नहीं

तू क्रोध की मशाल है

burn down the shackles

of tyranny to the ground

thou art a ruthless fire

not a tiny lamp mild

चुनर उडा के ध्वज बना

गगन भी कपकपाएगा

अगर तेरी चुनर गिरी

तो एक भूकंप आएगा

flag thy stole free

and watch the sky shiver

in case it falls to ground

the earth shall start to quiver

तू खुद की खोज में निकल

तू किसलिए हताश है?

तू चल, तेरे वुजूद की

समय को भी तलाश है

set out to seek thyself

why disheartened art thee?

look, even the mighty time

attempts thy mettle to view

Translated by Praveen Singhmar

Transition

Drops of rain
Hit my office window
One by one, each
Stays for a while
And evaporate soon.
The window glass barely
Retains the outline of rain.
 

Hey look, clouds on ground!
It's June, it's cold!
My clothes won't dry.
Taste some wine or take brandy.
Play folk music or listen to it.
You bought a new guitar?
Great, it's a half day!

Baby, my phone caught water.
Buy me a new one or lend money.
I'll make love to you, passionately!
You ain't bored in this small town?
I'm glad I found you.
Your hands are soft too.

Let's share the bed and divide rent.
Home is far, so not yet,
Think less or don't think at all.
Work on yourself, for yourself.
You must sleep well at night.
And your eyes mustn't shy
Away from your mirror.

Nobody shouts at me,
Nobody, how dare you?
I got stuff to do.
So, see you!

Let's measure the map.
States after states,
Cities after cities.
I skipped a few.
I've had enough of you.
I'm a misfit here.
Let's run, let's live!

Purple plain of transition,
From blue to black,
From violet and red,
And a yellow friend,
You can bank upon.

Patience brings to you
Its fruits of time and
Sometimes it's good to settle
Down a little, and stay subtle,
And focus on your dreams,
And ponder over your plans.

But for how long?
And how far will you go?
How much more will you drag this
Puppet face faced against you will?
Enough! Enough of it! No more!
Oh! But, wait! A little more!

And let's suppose we kept waiting
For a Godot who doesn't care,
For a chamber of flowers that never bloom,
For a lightening that ceases to spark.
Oh, yet, you must wait!

You must do it.
There's no going back from here.
You've come too far.
Don't try to defy your destiny.
It's time.

But I was a free
Bird with wings that fly,
A coloured butterfly,
Garden of joy,
Happy toy.
Anyhow, it's time.

You're one lucky dog,
Fortunate as fuck.
Forefathers' blessings come true.
Peace, tranquility, freedom of a kind,
Only for a while.

Then a sudden blow
Shattering sown dreams.
Just when you thought you'd walk free,
You've been tagged down to task.
Nothing new,
It happens,
Shit happens.

Everything is for good,
The stars and the moon,
Time heals soon
All those wounds it could.
And so we move along
With the winds of life.

This transition is eternal.
Divide and become two,
Multiply and then dissolve
Into one whole being,
In time and in place.
This transition is eternal.

But the past doesn't fickle.
Past, the part already spent,
Is a constant, remains as it is.
And to itself it adds time,
Moment by moment,
Memory by memory,
It succeeds in its establishment.
Past is supreme, something
You cannot doubt.

And yet we look towards the future
In hope, in anticipation
Of betterment of a new thread
For healthy and happy transitions,
And so I bid goodbye to you,
And wish you life.

- Praveen Singhmar

Loud doubts

How shall I proceed
With loud doubts
Tingling my head?
Brains bursting into pain,
Undecided about tomorrow,
Clueless about the future.
So blurred gets my vision
That I stand helpless, hapless,
Miserable, pitiful, poor, blind.

Two arrows I shot,
And they both moved away
Against the other.
What's destiny, what's life?
I hear nothing but noise.
Blunders, absurdities have crept in.
My own actions of thought deceived,
Ready to fall, halfway down,
I lack a laugh, I lack a cry.
Crossed all that was a good time.

Round and round they revolve,
Entangled wires of brain.
Push them out, for now they constipate,
Vex and perplex, puzzles they create,
And I merely breathe heavily in haze.
As my thoughts wander
From plane to plane,
Reality ceases to exist.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar
(03/02/2016)

gray

Hardly an inch
Of gap
Between white
And black,
And yet I managed
To stay
In that tiny
Space of gray.

Hardly a flower
Blossomed
In my heart,
Before its fragrance
Was taken away.
Yes, I too have lived
In that shiny
Place of gray.

Out of those
Colored glasses,
Though in bits
And pieces did
They lay,
I could merely
Pick the one
With the lightest
Shade of gray.

And of all
The souls on earth,
Those
That wander
Rampantly worried,
And in wonder,
Night and day,
I did myself find out
That my own
Was made of gray.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

Journey

It's been a life
full of wonders.
It's been a ride
on roller coaster.

I started slowly,
I picked up fast
the speed of life,
the moving stars.

I wandered alone
out into the wild,
and got my lessons
straight from life.

Hasn't been easy but
it was worth a fight,
I scratched my knees
quite a few times.

And so I believe
the life should be,
body used up full,
worn out and free.

Had it been a soft
and soothing walk,
would I have liked
it so much to say?

For it matters, yes,
only if, you reach
your destined spot
the harder way.

My Golden Hat

Here I stand,

On a silent land,

Without an option

To ask or demand,

For I have to snatch

My golden hat,

That belongs to me.

That’s my destiny. 

Can't afford to lose,

For I must win

By whatever means,

Goodness or sin. 

It’s been enough.

I heard a lot.

Time to respond,

To flaunt what’s hot. 

So, get up, warrior!

Conquer the time.

Make it loud, grand.

Be a victor, shine! 

Prove it to thyself

As thou art the one

Who deserves his hat,

Who deserves his sun.

What's Your True Calling?

And it's all about what your true calling in life is. What is it on earth that makes your knees go weak? Where does your innermost interest lie?

After a long span of seven years, when I once again entered the English Literature class, the very first minute I knew that this was where I belonged. That I should never have gone for anything else, should not even have thought of doing something else. That I had been wandering clueless, aimlessly for seven long years and that nothing brought inner peace.

Such similar realization came once again when I entered a huge library full of books on literature. There, standing alone, amongst numerous books around, nothing but books, thousands of them, a sudden realization struck me. I found that I could spend my entire life there and I would not regret a single moment of it. And that I did not want anything else from life.

Live a life.. or waste it...

There's more to life than this.
Certainly more than what I believe.
And my imagination is limited.
My mind is a little baby.
One who knows nothing.
This baby looks content
With what he sees, what he has.
Although he seeks to explore more,
Yet, being a baby, what can he?
There are more cities than
What I have seen so far
More nations, more worlds,
More planets, perhaps...
Then why am I bound?
Why shrunken only to die?
To die without having lived?
Nah, a straight, plain "NO", I say!
With whatever I have today,
My conscience, my talents, skills,
Howsoever scarce they may be,
I shall set them free to life,
For if I keep them caged, confined,
They would still strive to escape,
And in the process, Lord,
I might just earn a few regards,
But, I shall have wasted a life.

Time would fly..

I woke up
That evening
To find that
It had gotten dark.

The Sun had left
The sky orange.
A few birds had
Remained back.

As I watched out
Through the window,
I pondered
About life.

Another day
Had gone past.
That's how
Time would fly.

Soon I'd be old,
But enough wise,
For I've kept
Books by my side.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

Attempting a song on this one..