Ramblings

Zindagi ki daud dhoop mein, mera aks kahin kho gaya hai. Sabse to ab tak judi hui main, lekin khud se khud ko jodne wala taar, jaise toot gaya hai. Main kaun hoon, main kya chahti hoon, in sawalon ke jawab ab mere paas nahi hain. Aisa nahi hai ki pehle yeh jawab the mere paas, lekin tab aur ab mein fark hai. Tab main in sawalon ke jawab dhoondhne ki koshish karti thi. Kam se kam ek koshish, jo mujhe khud se jode rakhti thi, jiske kaaran main apne aap se judi hui thi.
Ab to main woh koshish bhi nahi karti. Karna chahoon bhi to, mujhe koi raah dikhai nahi deti.
Shayad yehi zindagi hai. Ek ek karke sare sahare chootte gaye, sare sach jhooth mein badal gaye, aur woh har cheez jiske bina zindagi adhoori si lagti thi,woh mujhse door hoti chali gayi.
Ek aakhri taar jo sabse ahem tha, woh bhi ek din toot gaya. Ab mujhe kisi cheez se dard nahi hota, kyunki dil mein jo dard hai, usse badi ab koi cheez nahi hai. Jo hua achcha hi hua, kyun hua woh to mujhe pata nahi. Aur sach kahoon, to ab main jaanna bhi nahi chahti. Kyunki jo toot gaya, ab woh kabhi jud nahi payega. Kyun, kisliye aise shabd ab mujhe bemayne se lagne lage hain.

Soch

Dil hi dil mein socha, ki dil ne jo socha, woh sach hai ya fasana, kya hai woh kisi ko batana, ya sach hai sab se chhupana?

Timing

Sometimes in life, it so happens, that what you were craving for , is dished out to you, and poor you, are forced to look away. Timing is of essence

Dil dukha hai to kya hua…shayad zindagi ko abhi aur intehan lene hain. Woh ek sahara jise koi chheen nahi sakta tha, use bhi mujhse juda karke Bhagwan yeh kaun sa khel khel rahe hain wahi jane.

kuch nahi…kuch bhi nahi

Jo kehna chahti hoon woh kehne ke alfaz aaj nahi hain mere paas. Bas dil halka karne ko likhne aa gayi. Dil to aaj halka hona chahiye tha, pata nahi phir bhi yeh kasak si kyun uth rahi hai. Kuch faisle, kuch pal zindagi pe kitne bhari ho sakte hain. Bas yehi dua hai, ki jis baat se mann itna bechain hai, woh meri bechaini jitna sukoon use de jaye.

Ek Boond

Jyon nikal kar baadalon kee god se
thi abhi ek boond kuchh aage badhi,
sochane fir-fir yahi ji men lagi,
aah! kyon ghar chhodkar main yon kadhi ?

Dev mere bhagya men kya hai bada,
main bachoongi ya miloongi dhool men ?
ya jaloongi fir angare par kisi,
choo padoongi ya kamal ke phool men ?

Bah gayi us kal ek aisi hava,
vah samundar ore aaee anamani,
ek sundar seep ka munh tha khula,
vah usi men ja padi moti bani .

 

Log yon hi hain jhijhakte, sochate,
jabaki unko chhodna padata hai ghar,
kintu ghar ka chhodna aksar unhen,
boond laun kuchh aur hi deta hai kar .

Inspirational Poem

“When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow -
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt -
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit -
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.”

Ek Pal

Jab mann shabd viheen hoke shabdon ki talaash karne lage,

Bhavnaoyon ki abhivyakti ke liye vakya na milein…

Us khshan mein antaraatma ki aawaaz sunai nahi deti,

Woh khshan kitna bhayawah hota hai

Loneliness

Sometimes, in this whole wide world, one feels so lonely. With so many people around us, we still have this urge to reach out, and when the extended hand is left unseen, it the pain is indescribable. Oft and On, i get this weird feeling and I know that I belong here, but I still feel so out of place.

Lost but not found

Why is it that when you lose something, the pain of it refuses to go?

Why is it that in losing one thing, you lose so many other things associated with it?

Why can’t we have back what we lost?