The Gold's Secret - Jairam Kshirasagar I sent my Destiny to roam the distant shores, To bring me back the crown that I was longing for. I pulled my Bad Luck close and whispered in its ear, "Go trade yourself for fortune, and bring a better year." I looked upon my wrist and told the ticking hand, "Find me a golden hour in this gray and shifting sand." I asked the stars and sages for a map to reach the light, To bypass all the shadows and the tremors of the night. But they returned together, with a silence deep and old, And spoke to me the secret of the purest, finest gold: "The ornament of beauty isn't birthed from easy breath, It is forged in roaring furnaces, defying cold and death. You ask for light," they told me, "but the light is born of flame, You ask for luck, but victory is just a different name— For the one who stood the beating, who stayed within the heat, Who turned their bitter failures into rhythm f...
You sing to me of your home by the river, Of the high mansion where our memories dwell. Sona, my love, I hear your heart shiver, In every story that the winds come to tell. You call me your "Saanwara," your dark-hued king, While the bells of the temple for our union ring. I am coming to the banks where the river flows, To the village where your love like a wildflower grows. Wait for me, my Sona, beneath the Holi moon, Distance is a season that will end very soon. You dream of the sandalwood to press on my brow, Of the morning prayers and the sacred vow. And though miles stretch between us this festive day, In the shrine of my heart, it’s for you that I pray. I long for the swing made of blossoms so sweet, To rest in your shadow and end my heat The butter and honey, the touch of your hand, No sweetness is greater in all of this land. This Holi, the colors may be scattered and far, But I am following your light, like a star. Service or silence, whatever you give, In the warmth ...