Love this song from DELHI HEIGHTS BY RABBI

tere bin / besides you
sanu sohnia / my love
koi hor nahio labhna / i shan't find another
jo dave / who'll give
ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul
chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me
ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all
amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysia
nakittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference
har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition
koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time
koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face
koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity
na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons
tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
mangni merian bala / wanted my demons
tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun
jiven rukia / (the) way you paused
si tun zara / slightly
nahion bhulna / i shan't forget
main sari umar / all my life
jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away
"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"
hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh
(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't
dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart
mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me
tere bin / besides yousanu eh raz / none shall tell this
kise hor nahion dasna / secret to metere bin / besides you
peerh da ilaaj / what
druidkis vaid kolon labhna / has the cure to my
illsmilia si ajj mainu / i found today
tera ik patra / a note of yours
likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled
tun shayr varey shah da / a varis shah couplet
park ke si osnu / upon reading which
hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell
akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eye
seh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today
ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine
kise hor / won't be kissed by
nahio chumna / none else
ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine
mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust

Naini lake

Papa loves the mountains. Was his dream to live in a cottage in Nainital. We went to Nainital almost every other weekend, for three years. After all Papa was posted, just 70km from there. My sister and I were young but never failed to appreciate the place. It was beautiful. The lake, so serene, with dark green eyes, with willowy trees all around like sweeping lashes, gazing on at the world pass by. At night it would be more vibrant, thousands of gold flecks dancing in those eyes. Shimmering and reflecting joyfully at the city above. A boat ride in the early evening was the highlight of the trip. You could hear the bells and the conches from the nearby Naina Devi temple along with the lapping water sound against the boatman’s ores.

Life revolves around the lake but if you wanted to meet your friends who lived in Nanital you should go to the mall road. Everyone is there in the evenings. The weather was almost always right. You could be brave and not wear a sweater and if you were really adventurous, you could even eat an ice cream or two. We shopped at the Tibetian market for winter things, dry flower arrangements, electronic tit-bits and other curios. The first recollection I have of Tibet’s plight are from the stories my Mom told me here.

The two hour ride back home was bliss. On Mum’s lap….sleeping.

The Hour Glass ....(dated summer of 96)

Looking at an hourglass oft makes me wonder.
Why are the present times always harder...
Than the misty past and the glowing future.
And there are many thought, which my mind can overture.
And one of the answers, which is oft repeated.
Is in the one, which is in the hour glass seated.
Just as the center of the glass is constricted.
Where the movement of sand is most restricted.
So is our present the hardest; as each of us trickles.
Through the narrow present as the sand particles.
Longing to reach the future,leave behind our past.
Always remaining in the present, till the very last.
And how much our soul and mind may resent.
All sad thoughts and happening are always the present.

Faith.............. (dated summer of 96)

Those that do not have faith.
And are proud in not believing.
Forget that their struggle to disbelief .
Is a fraction of the ones with faith.
Imagine those, who can not see Him or hear.
But still believe that He is near.
Give Him their broken toys to mend.
And are silent and patient till the end.
Are always amply rewarded by him.
So this priceless possession, with which I am vest.
I offer to Him, who can keep it best.

At Leisure...... (dated summer of 96)

At Leisure

Just like an eagle, soaring in the azure.
I wish to grow wings, when at leisure.
And then, from this new freedom of mine.
Flying above civilization and time.
Discover from a distance, about people and things.
Which are blurred, when near, by our feelings.
Then with delicate, glittering, bold lines give.
A new face to the life I live.
These are the thoughts which come to me at leisure.
Looking at an eagle, in the distant azure.