अँधेरे का प्रकाश
अँधेरे के बाद वो कहते हैं कि सवेरा है
फिर भी विघ्नों ने घेरा है
सूरज की किरणों का इंतज़ार करूँ
या अंधेरों की कालिक में अपनी रौशनी को खुद ढूँढू
अंधेरों में मंज़िल कुछ दिखाई नहीं देता
राह फिर भी चलती दिखती है
मैं सूरज की किरणों के सहारे का इंतज़ार करूँ
या राहों का बन हमसफ़र मैं अपनी रौशनी कुछ बनूँ?
सैंकड़ों मिश्रित विचारों के जमघट हैं
लम्हों के बीतने की आहट सुनाई देती है
मैं लन्हों के गुज़रने का इंतज़ार करूँ
या “वक़्त” के उजाले से पहले मैं अपना रोशन दीपक ख़ुद बनूँ?
-सिद्धार्थ सिजोरिया
Andhere Ka Prakash (Title of Poem)
Andhere ke baad vo kehte hain ki savera hai (It is usually said that every dark night has a morning)
Fir bhi vighano ne ghera hai (Still, I am surrounded by difficulties)
Sooraj ki kirano ka intezaar karu, (Shall I wait for the rays of the sun)
Ya andhero ki kaalik mein main apni roshni khud dhoondhoo (Or shall I search for my light in this blackness of dark night)
Andhero mein manzil kuch dikhaai nahi deti, (I cannot see my destination in this darkness)
Raah fir bhi chalti dikhti hai, (I can still see the path though)
Main suraj ki kirano k sahaare ka intezaar karu, (Shall I wait for the support of the sunlight)
Ya raaho ka ban hamsafar, main apni roshni khud banu? (Or shall I keep moving on the path and become my own inspirational light)
Senkado mishrit vichaaro ke jamghat hain, (My mind has millions of mixed thoughts)
Lamho ke beetne ki ahat sunaai deti hai (I can hear the sound of ending time)
Main lamho k guzarne ka intezaar karu, (Shall I wait for this time to end)
Ya “waqt”k ujaale se pahle main apna roshan deepak khud banu (Or shall I become my own guiding lamp before the dark night to end)
-Siddharth Sijoria (Poet)
English Translation (by Poet)
Between the dusk and dawn
Light would follow this night,
but waves of confusions rise and fall in my mind,
Should I wait believing the Sun would guide,
Or fight this dark with the strength of my own light?
The dark obscure the sight of my destination,
But still, I see the path leading to it,
Should I wait for the dawn of light,
Or start walking upon this path I see?
Countless thoughts occupy my mind,
I can hear the sound of the escaping time,
Should I let these moments pass,
Or be my own guiding lamp in the blinding dark?
