shadows of the self.. continued…

I wrote the last para of what began last night… ..this is how the entire thing should read now

बरसात की कुछ बूँदें
मेरे आईने पर उतर आईं
सौ बार छुपाया
पर परछाई से न छुप पायीं
लव्जों ने लबों पे आना
छोड़ ही दिया है मानो
आंखों के ज़रिये
दिन रात बहा करते हैं।

शीशे पर छलके यह मोती
हर भाव बयान कर देते हैं
बह्ते पानी से भावों में
ठहरा सा प्रतिम्बिम्ब मेरा

Shadows of the self
an attempt at translation.

As, the rain drops
splash on my mirror.
I try and I fail
to hide my ‘self’
beneath my shadows.
Words barred themselves
from the thoughts.
They often stream down
the eyes instead.

These flowing pearls
bear see-through
sentiments.
In this gyre of
a moving self
remains ‘static’
– my Shadow.

A lot is lost in translation, still I have tried to atleast convey the right meaning.