Distance !

In away from all those miles forever,
In route to those steps together,
In some dark,  In so that mist,
And that in distance, I see you !

In doubts of those tale of tells,
In design of those spells,
Some that in fate of, you and me,
And still that in distance, I see you !

Walk close or not to me,
Love to be with or not to me,
Days of now, hence say by..
That, in all the distance, I see you!
-Yoshi Vats


इस रूह में कुछ खामोशी सी है,
कुछ बिखरे हुए से नग्म हैं,
कुछ उलझी हुई सी हरकतें,
कल का कुछ अफ़सोस कहूँ,
या आने वाले कल को उमीद?

हर शब में मैं जब बैठा करता हूँ,
इन खामोशी की कलम से यादें लिखा करता हूँ,
क्या बिगरा, क्या बदला, कैसे किस दिन क्या हुआ?
हर बात को अक्षर में गरहा करता हूँ I

कभी कही बातों से मेरी,
कभी सुनाई इन कविताओं में,
हर ज़ख़्म से जुदा होना चाहता हूँ I

-योशी वत्स

The Vineyard !

Shines of sun upon those blues,
Like small pearls hanging in yard,
Scattered across, around my sight,
In a vineyard, in a row.

Picking-up each from the winter shine,
Slowly filling up in the barrel,
Some were covered, of the frost,
Some were up, on the climber.

Of all the happy men, around me,
Taste the good of mine chosen,
Drink and dance and merry around,
Of each blues, from each barrel.

Heading my head, towards the row,
Silently I work, on those fruits,
As this winter is not for long,
As my soul, is sure to lost.

-Yoshi Vats


कौन हूँ मैं?

दो माटी के हैं हम  ढोल,
या अपनी कहानी के बोल,
पर रहस्य ते ना खोल,
कौन हूँ मैं?

बूँदों की बरसात में धूल जाओं,
चिंगारी से आग में उभर जाओं,
कुम्हार की बातों में ढल जाओं,
पर फिर भी पूछे मन, कि कौन हूँ मैं?

अस्तित्व क्या जो मेरी है?
पहचान वह जो तुमने मुझे दी है,
गूँथ के इन सभी को सवर जाओं,
और कहूँ की वह हूँ मैं ?

मिला जो मैं खुद से कभी,
जैसे मिले हो भूमि और गगन,
निकली शितिज से जैसी किरण,
बस वही हूँ मैं I

-योशी वत्स


Destino !

Those silent times, drenched,
Pretending it doesn’t matter.

Silence !
Following after, gulping,
Down with all the emotions.

and was ripped, and morose,
for the days looming close.

Remember, you miffed,
Fate silently tells a tale.

-Yoshi Vats

Crafted unrequitedly!

Summer shine in walks of roads,
As I glance across those panes,
Ink, and paints and hence the muse,
Indulged in fabrication of the art along.

Waved those glassy eyes together,
Or was the glass which dazzled?
Shy and smile masked it all,
Or was that the love, sober?

Smile did cross those innocent coat,
And eyes did greet from the distance,
Ah ! What makes the world crude to him,
  As, love blushed only for the art around.

Love was crafted, one to him and for him,
 Words spilled, some with him and for him,
Fairing his love to him with all my love to him,
I glanced back onto those glassy roads, again.

-Yoshi Vats