Calling Of Desh

For years,

I have been suffering from

Drought of happiness.

Now, this is over.

Now, it’s time to celebrate.

Life is celebration.

It’s time to welcome the rain in your life.

Let it rain, let it wash away

The dirt you are carrying so far.

Let nothingness meet the shower of love.

Play the tune of raga Desh,

The tune of homecoming,

The tune of raindrops.

It’s the song of the rain,

In which the raindrops dance with the leaves.

Sing raga Desh,

And dance like the raindrops

Are dancing in the forest,

Into the freedom of heart,

Into the wild delight of soul.

Bring your life again,

Feel the raindrops on your face.

This is the moment you were

Waiting for so long.

To meet you in a new way.

Renew yourself, absolutely new.

Step out the cocoon,

The season of metamorphosis has come.

You were born long ago,

When you came out of your mother’s womb,

For the first time you saw

The light of the world.

This time, give birth to yourself.

You, yes, you. You give birth to you.

Enough fighting.

Stop searching for a dream,

Crawling for a voice.

Let the darkness over,

Let the despair vanish somewhere.

Give birth to a new You,

Let your new self come out of the shell

You were wrapping so long.

Born, once again.

Let your dreams come alive, once again.

Desh is calling you,

It’s playing inside you.

It’s the tune of a new beginning,

The tune of homecoming.

Beginning of a new journey,

Homecoming of the long lost dream

To feed your soul.

Play Desh, you need to be reborn.

Because your oldest self is going far,

And you are going to give birth

The newest self of you.

The raindrops are dancing,

They are calling you to join them.



Go, go far.

Far, so far.

It’s calling you,

Desh is calling you.