Blessed..

With every step n every click of the clock.
From every sunrise to our little finger entangled moonlit walk.
This bond grows a lil' stronger,
and I hope this journey with you lasts even longer.


The sail so far has been a pleasure with soothing tides and refreshing cool winds.
A voyage that has been filled with many a joys, realisations and learnings.
Your beauty transcends to your soul.
Your light touches deep down to my core.

Your energy is what keeps me going.
You're a contagious livewire, ever sizzling and always dazzling.
You found perfection in my imperfections.
In spite of my infinite short comings you still made me worthy.
I'm happy and blessed more than I could have imagined.
As I put my trust in him, and it's Gods will that has now blossomed.


I have discovered a new me, being with you.
I have grown and promise to strive harder to be better in every way towards you.
Immense respect and love is what I hold for you.
You're beyond words.
Far beyond precious and the material desires of this world.
You're beyond special.
Just like a blessing.
My Zee..


- d occasion being - my first Anniversary :)

Re-birth

U suffer, u crawl, u fall, u lick d dust.

U cry, u plead, u crumble n ur ashes are one wid dusk..

Everything that was your world dies with u.

All d attachments, all d feelings, all d meanings, everything gets buried deep within u.

Pain n torments n d rising emotions scream out so loud.

Dat d loudness begins to seem rather mild. It fades into an eventual silence.

A silence tat gives birth to an eternal numbness.

A numbness that shadows over ur fears n worries n transforms into an innate strength
that you never knew existed.

D darkness doesn't seem so dark anymore. 

D loneliness doesn't creep u out no more.

U fear nothing.. 

There's nothing left to lose.

U only live for wat matters most.

Ur every breath makes you want it even more than b4.

Ur vision is clearer.. 

Focused. 

n 

Intense..

D only escape from the bottom of this pit is

UP.

D only direction ur left wid is 

ASCENSION.

hope

If change is the only constant,
we could always find a new way..


If we just held on to our faith,
We would see the light of a better day..


If we saw this world with a new perspective,
This life would be even more addictive..


Always keep the flames of hope alive,
Cause, as hard as it may seem,
That even in deserts, there exists life :)

SHAAYARI :)

1.

समझे ना वो उलफतों को मेरी
बस मुह मोड़ कर रूठ गए,,

 

जो कुछ किया था हमने ऊनके लिए 

बस एक पल में ही भूल गए! 

2.

सब कुछ हैं, पर सब अधमरा सा हैं 

भरा हुआ घर भी खाली खाली सा हैं,,

जब से गए हो तुम,
बिरयानी का स्वाद भी फीकी दाल जैसा हैं।

3. 

ज़हन नसीब मेरे जनाब 

जो आप इस कब्रिस्तान पर आए,

महक उठे मुर्दे यहा के,

जैसे गुलिस्तान में फूल खिल आए!   

सूनी - सूनी सी हैं - ||

दुनिया, तो लागे हैं सपना
जिसमे, तू ही हैं अपना

बहती हैं हवा, सोचु जीवन ये क्या?
समझ पाऊ ना कुछ भी तेरे बिना

सिर्फ तेरी बातें है, लुभाती दिल मेरा
मुस्कुराती है जब तू तो मुस्कुराती दुनिया

हर मौसम में बारिश है जबसे मिली हैं तू
फिर भी हूँ सूखा सा मैं, बस तेरे लिए तरसू,,

छा-के काले बादल सी, तू मुझ पे बरस जा ज़रा,
बन के बारिश की बूँदें, तू इस प्यासे की प्यास बुझा!!

सूनी - सूनी सी हैं
भीगी - भीगी सी हैं
ये सारी - सारी  रातें

जुडी - मुड़ी सी हैं
सिलगी - बुझी सी हैं
तेरे - मेरे दिलों की तारें


आओ,
मिल - जाओ

लग जाओ गले


आओ,
खो - जाओ

हो जाए हम एक ..

not the same..

We're similar but not the same,
It's the thoughts that match and the feelings that prevail..
It's the hearts that connect but the minds that pull away..
Yes we're similar but yet not the same.

We're quite different but not that diverse,
We want the same things from life, but we have our own ways..
Our paths may seem to have intertwined, but our journeys lead us on separate lanes..
Yes we're similar but yet not the same.

You touch my heart in  more than many ways,
You seem to be my reflection, but only till the water stays still, till there's no movement in the lake..
Not everything about you excites me, but something within you instills life within me again..
Yes we're similar but yet not the same.

You're not a part of my daily chores,
You're no where around in this commotion that soars..
But I yet look up to you to guide me, cuz your light yet shines, so what even if you're a  million miles away..

Now I seem to have realised, just cuz we seemed so similar, we really didn't need to be together 
Our roles in each others lives were for a purpose of growth.
And the lessons have been learnt.
So we'll go on from here a lil wiser n may be a lil sore
The sun may light up your world,
but it's the moon light that actually caresses through my soul..

And even though we're quite similar, we're still not the same...

सूनी - सूनी सी हैं

सूनी - सूनी सी हैं

रिम - झिम,  बरसे ये रैना
कैसे, कहू जो हैं केहना?

झूमें रे मन मेरा, भागे रे हर दिशा,
संभल पाऊ ना. ये क्या मुझे हुआ?

पास तू इतना, फिर भी तू क्यु जुदा?
आँखें बंद कर लू, पा-लू तुझे सदा.......


खोया - खोया रहू, लागे ना दिल मेरा
तेरे संघ ही ग़ाऊ हर इक गीत नया 

ख़्वाबों में तो मिलता हू, रोज़ ही हैं दीदार तेरा ,
पर इन बाहों को तो हैं इंतज़ार तेरा

सूनी - सूनी सी हैं
भीगी - भीगी सी हैं
ये सारी - सारी  रातें

जुडी - मुड़ी सी हैं
सिलगी - बुझी सी हैं
तेरे - मेरे दिलों की तारें

आओ,
मिल - जाओ

लग जाओ गले

आओ,
खो - जाओ

हो जाए हम एक ..

ये नज़ारें ज़िन्दगी के

जब हर मोड़ पर दिखाए नए नज़ारें ये ज़िन्दगी,
जब हर किनारे पर नज़र आए कुछ और हसीं ये ज़मीन,

तो क्यों ना खो दे खुद को
कुछ पल ज़रा हम?

क्यों ना हो जाए गुम
इन नजारों में कुछ और हम?

ऐहसास करे वो खूबसूरती हम भी,
हो कर एक इस जहां से

महसूस करे उस खुदा को
इस ज़मीन, आसमान और इस हवा में

वो घुला है एक जादू-सा हो कर हर कतरें में,
वो छुपा है एक राज़-सा बनकर हर ज़र्रें में.

तो जब हर मोड़ पर दिखाए नए नज़ारें ये ज़िन्दगी,

क्यों ना समा ले इन नज़ारों को हम
हमारे दिल और ज़हन में?

क्यों ना शुक्रिया अदा करे हम उस उपरवाले का
इस जन्नत के लिए
यहाँ
इसी जहां में?

जब पाए यूही हम इन नज़ारों में खुदा को
तो हो जाए हम उसके और भी करीब

बस देखते रहे हम यूही

ये नज़ारें ज़िन्दगी के,,

खुदगर्जी के पुतले

खुदगर्जी के पुतले दूसरों के अरमानो पर खडे.

खुद ही खुद में वो इतने खो गए,
मानो जैसे ज़मीर भी उनके सो गए.

ना आसू  दिखे इन्हें दूसरो के,
ना दर्द ये महसूस करें मासूमों के.

ज़रुरत मंद की पुकारे भी ये कभी ना सुने,
पर स्वयं प्रशंसा से ये कभी न थके.

खुदगर्जी के पुतले दूसरो की खुशियों के लहू में रंगे.

किसी और को अपने सामने ये कुछ ना समझे,
कमजोरों को तो ये अपने पैरों तले ही कुचले.

खुद को भगवान का सबसे बड़ा भक्त ये केहते,
दूसरो की ज़िन्दगी के फैसले ये अपने स्वार्थ के लिए करते.

ना बची कोई शर्म हैं इनमें ज़रा सी भी,
ना लगता कोई खौफ इन्हें खुदा का भी..


खुदगर्जी के पुतले
बाहर से तो चमकते, पर अन्दर से ये पूरे खोंक्ले.

खुदगर्जी के पुतले
गुमान कर बैठे की वो हमेशा इस उंचाई पर ही रहेंगे.
पर एक दिन बिखर के ये इसी ज़मीन में दफ़न हो जायेगे.
दूसरो के अरमानो के बोझ से ये जोरों से रौंधे जायेंगे.
चखेंगे ये कडवाहट मासूमो के लहू की भी.
अपनी खुदगर्जी पड़ेगी भारी,
इन पुतलो को ही..

आज़ादी मुबारक हो

भ्रष्टाचार  के काले बादलो से ढकीं हैं ये ज़मीन,
यहाँ काफी अरसों से असली आज़ादी महसूस नहीं हुई.

रोज़ अत्त्याचार यहाँ जोरों से बरसें,
अन्धकार की आंधी यहाँ हर गरीब को अपनी लपेट में दबोचें.

कभी पोहोंचती तो हैं यहाँ सूर्य की किरणे,
पर जो किसान अनाज हैं उगाता, उसी के घर के चूल्हे में कोई रौशनी ना जले.

सूंख रही हैं ज़मीन यहाँ,
दिलों से प्यार भी शायद सूंख गया.

हरियाली लहराती यहाँ तो सिर्फ नोटों कीं,
जेब सिर्फ खनकती यहाँ अमीरों कीं.

बटवारा कर दिया हमारा, धर्म के पुजारियोंने,
बेच दिया अपने ज़मीर को, इस देश के नेताओंने.



पर एक थे हम 15 अगस्त  1947 में,
आज आज़ाद होकर भी बट गए हम सैकड़ों - करोड़ों हिस्सों  में.

पवित्र थी ये धरती तब, शहीदों के खून से
अब ना-पाक हैं ये ज़मीन, मासूमों के लहूँ में लतपत  हों  के.

बंद कर ली हैं आँखें हमने,
डोर हमारी करदी हवाले कुछ दरिंदों के.


पर उम्मीद करता हूँ की आज़ादी का उगता सूरज
फिर जगायेगा दिलों में ठीक वैसा ही एहसास

के इक बार फिर दोहराएगा बीता इतिहास!

फिर एक हो कर बढ़ें हमारें कदम,
फिर हाथों में हाथ दाल कर मिलें हम-वतन.

फिर से अन्याय से लढने की हममें जागृत हो भक्ती,
फिर से इक दुसरे के लिए मर-मिटने की हों हममें शक्ति.

ना डरे हम कोई द्र्ष्ट पापी या अधिकारी से,
और ना आये कभी कोई बेह्कावे में किसी भ्रष्ट नेता या धर्म पुजारी के.

अब नींद भी हमारी, हमें ना सुला पाए,
मिटाकर अन्याय और भ्रष्टाचार ही, हमारी आँखों को ठंडक मिल जाए..

उम्मीद करता हूँ कुछ ऐसा ही जोशीला जज़्बा हम सब में प्रकट हो.

आज हैं 15 अगस्त,

और हम सबको

आज़ादी मुबारक हो.

judgement day

twisted minds
vested interests

pockets filled with money
hearts full of emptiness

a life lived off treachery and deceit
a lifetime rendered meaningless

with charred souls
conscience plummeting into a deep dark hole


But before him it all unfolds.


your slightest thoughts,
the smallest of deeds, the slimmest intentions

your biggest secrets, your darkest sins,
no longer can be hidden behind your viel of innocence


Before him all stand helpless.


he sees all
he knows all

his sheer brightness is blinding
your eyes bow down in shame

what good are your lies now?
they shatter to pieces.


You had your chance
he showed you the way

but you chose not to obey
rather than to go astray

now nothing you can do
for the time has come when you must repay!


Before him all is worthless.


you chreished it,
you desired it the most
you spent all of your life chasing it,

but it all stayed behind in your pockets
And the sins you committed
creeped down into your casket

what face will you show to him
deprived of all morals
not a spec of dignity

And now you beg endlessly?


But justice will be delivered swift and mercilessly
Your greed and ignorance will indeed cost you utmost dearly


For he owns everything.
His power is extreme.


Before him we all kneel.
For he is the Almighty,
the All Supreme!

The Dark Knight Rises: Preface

Ludicrosity had ravaged the city.
Insanity had been pushed to its limits.

But it's been calm for a while since then.
Peace and order returned after a great battle and many sacrifices.

The loss of Dent has been grave.
His turn to the two-faced monster could not be seen as victory of the unjust.

Even though he turned against the very society he lived to protect.
The image of the Harry Dent had to be salvaged no matter what.

Dents delinquencies needed to be covered up at any cost.
The people needed to keep their belief in "goodness" intact.

The law desperately needed to stand clean in everyones eyes.
The City still needed to hold on to the dogma of a "White Knight".

So, I took the fall for him. 
I hid into the darkness once more for them.

His blames I took upon me.
And I became one of those very criminals I had fought and brought to justice.

I became the outlaw to protect that very law from shattering into pieces.
And lay hidden in my lair watching from here as the streets no longer needed me.


It's been calm for quite a while now. Peace and order have returned at a great price.

But a mysterious gas seeped through.
The heart grew numb. No pain it feels. No remorse it knows.

With every blow.
It spurts more venom.

The wind has picked up.
The air has gotten thicker.

An unwanted evil is about to be unleashed.
A threat lingers on the verge of eruption.



A storm is coming.


So I don this cape of shadows once more.
I must stand up to my calling.


Once again I must take the fall.

so I can
RISE
THE DARK KNIGHT

Words

Silent eyes gaze the world around.
From what they notice,
deep within they stir the conscience.

Where the blazing flames of emotions mold
all that is within the conscience into feelings.

And no barrier is strong enough
to hold the heavy fumes of feelings swirling rigorously within the furnace anymore.

Just a shadow of sorrow is enough to send ripples that turn to wrinkles across the visage.
A trickle of a tear is all that is needed to make the fumes erupt.
A ray of sunshine is enough to bring the poet out of his grave.
The beauty around screams out aloud enticing a glee from the eyes.
Light of love and attraction travels faster than light itself to light up the darkest corners of the heart.

The fumes of feelings vent out
vigorously taking form of words.

Led by continuous observation taking shape of learning and beliefs.
Where learning and beliefs become the architects of allegories.
Where allegories are infused with metaphors.
Where ironies coalesce into epigrams
Where feelings give birth to verses, rhymes and poetries.


And words set you free..

समंदर की बाहों में

ये कश्ती निकल तो पड़ी हैं,
इस समन्दर की बाहों में.

ढूँढती हैं ये जवाब कई सवालों के
क्या हैं सहीं?
क्या गलत?
ना जाने क्या आए राहों में.

बस  बेहते  रेहना हर दम,
इस समंदर की बाहों में.

उठेंगी लेहरे,
उड़ेंगे परिंदे,
आज़ादी की ओर ये ले चलेंगे.

दुनिया नई मिलेंगी इन राहो में,
होंगी गलतियाँ भी कुछ इस कश्ती से.

पर जो भूल हैं हुई, उस्से सीख लेना
और बुलंद कर अपना हौसला,
बस बहते रेहना.

आएंगे तूफ़ान कई,
छाएंगे काले बादल,
है तमन्ना हो जाए दोस्ती उनसे,
और उनसे करीब की हो बातें.

फिर ही तो होगी तसल्ली इस दिल की,
इस समंदर की बाहों में!

इश्वर

इश्वर मसजिद, मंदिर या चुर्च में नही मिलता.

वो मिलता हैं हमें जब हम  अच्छाई और प्यार को हमारे दिल में जगा देते हैं.

जब अच्छाई को हम इस जीवन की मंजिल मान कर उसकी राह पर चलते हैं.


तब इश्वर मिलता हैं हमें ,

अपने अच्हे कर्मो में,

अपने अच्हे बोल में,

और अपनी अच्छी सोंच में.


चाहे ये अच्छाई छोटी ही क्यों न हो ,

आखिर सागर तो भरता हैं बारिश की नन्ही बूंदों से!

इंसानियत

बनती - बिगडती रहेंगी ये दुनिया

मिलते - बिछड़ते  रहेंगे यहाँ लोग 

आता - जाता रहेगा ये पैसा 

बनते - टूटते रहेंगे यहाँ रिश्ते 

कुछ नहीं रेहना हैं यहाँ हमेशा के लिए 

मिट जाना हैं सब कुछ एक दिन 

पर ना मिटेंगा वो प्यार जो तुमने बाट़ा था.. 

ना ही मिटेंगे वो अच्छाई  के निशान

जो तुम दूसरों  के दिलों में छोड़ गए थे!

याद नहीं तुमको?

तुम आये थे यहाँ खाली हाथ

तुम्हे देने वाला तो वो था 

आज ज़रिया बनाया हैं उसने तुम्हे दूसरों के लिए 

तो जितना तुम दोंगे 

उतना ही तुमको वो और देंगा 

कुछ ऐसा ही दस्तूर उसकी मख्फिरत का हैं 

ना धन ना दौलत, बस अपने कर्मो के हिसाबों को

तुम्हे वापस लेके जाना हैं 

तो पल भर की इस ज़िन्दगी में

जितनी अच्छाई  कर सको, वो कर लो !

तिंका भर की ख़ुशी  भी तुम

दूसरों में बाँट सको तो , बाँट दो!

खो ना जाना तुम इस दुनिया के रंग बिरंगी मेले में 

माया हैं ये सब, 

मिट जानी हैं ये दुनिया, बस उसके एक ही इशारें में..

जब  इंसान  बनाया हैं उसने तुम्हे 

तो इंसानियत को तुम अपनीं पहचान बनाओ  

आये हो यहाँ, तो कुछ अच्छा कर के जाओ

जाना ही हैं कल, तो उसकी खूबसूरत कायनात को

तुम  कुछ  और हसीं बना के जाओ

और बनती - बिगडती तो रहेगी ये दुनिया 

और थमता - गुज़रता तो रहेगा ये वक़्त 

पर इक अटूट हिस्सा बनके रह जायेगी

उसकी कायनात का,

तुम्हारी इंसानियत!

humanity is such blasphemy

animalism within civilisation

insanity within religious boundaries

heartlessness within prayers

a doomed society within a blind and deaf country

where Gods are placed higher than love, care and humanity

where the cultures and traditions are valued higher than practical reality

where the people and their virtuous values are sacrificed in the name of religious sentiments

where religious preachings of peace, unity and equality are interpreted by it's disciples as the rule of egos, pride and the wealthy

forgotten are the true teachings of the glorious gods

far astray are the children of this land of the holy rivers

forbidden are the roads that lead towards the oneness of all

and they would say "blasphemous is this wanderer, for he knows nothing at all!"

showdown

The scorching fires seem to have flickered
a wind blows from the west giving hope to the thirsty lands
A winged soul carries a message as it soars towards the sun god
Gaya looks up helplessly. Her parched eyes tell of their tale of sufferings.
Her wait has been far too long.
"But there's yet hope for you!" says a voice in the heavens.
"For a change is headed your way.."!











             Pure layers of white cottons spread across the skies
giving hope of resuscitation to the withering life.
The clouds sway and wreathe as in to make tidings of what is to come.
The rule of the mighty fire lord will soon come to pass.
A behemoth power now approaches. A crack of thunder heard in the heavens shakes up what lies beneath.
Zeus looks down upon his earth. He takes pity of what has become of his own flesh.
"Fear not!" says a mighty cry. A siren is sounded not so far away,
 "For a change is now headed yor way..!"

Wandering Again..

Constant Wandering

Continuous Pondering
Questions Unanswered
Directions Unexplored
Familiar Faces
Searching Traces
Thoughts Astray
Deeds Immature
Blazing Ignorances
Man's Imperfections
Seeking Glory
Winding Journey
Material Desires
Blinding Fires
Inner Battles
Mighty Hurdles
Greatest Quest
Self Conquest
Life's Purpose
Path Mysterious
Life Illusional
Soul Eternal
Slowly Evolving
Ever Wandering..

hav a nice day :)

open ur eyes, n c d magic unfold..
all dat makes u glitter ain't no gold..

rays of happiness sprinkle down thru d greens,
chipy - chirpin of d lil' winged souls fill u up wid glee :)

hav a nice day ya'll :)

चल दे

उड़ा दे इन आसुओं को हवा में,

अपने दर्द को अपनी ताक़त तू बनाले..

क्यों देखे मुढ़ के तू पीछे,

वो तो तेरा कल था, और कल तो फिर आयेगा..

ये सब लिखा था उसने बोहोत पहले,

रास्ता आगे का भी नज़र आयेगा फिर तुझे ..

क्यू मायूसी को बैठा हैं ओढे?

ज़िन्दगी के प्याले से उम्मीद के गरमा - गरम दो घूट तू पी ले.. 

उसकी आवाजों को तेरी धडकनों में सुनले,

कर अमल दिल पर,


बस चल दे..

वक़्त और हालात

वक़्त और हालात के गुलाम बन के रह गए कुछ लोग

हार मानकर बेबसी से, बन गए वो और भी कमज़ोर ..


भूल गए के इस जहां में जो आज हैं, वो कल नहीं

हर सुबह एक नयी ज़िन्दगी हैं, यहाँ हमेशा रात नहीं..


अगर हौसला हो दिल में समन्दरों की लहरों सा, जो हर दम लढती जाती हैं

और अगर भरोसा हो खुद पर फौलाद सा, फिर खुदा भी तोह उसी का साथी हैं.


तोह फिर क्यों कोई छुपे अपनी कमजोरी के पीछे?

और क्यों फिर कोई वक़्त और हालात का मोहताज बने?



कल फिर आयेगा सुनेहरा वक़्त,

कल फिर होंगे ये हालात खुशियों से भरे..



बस हो जज़्बा ज़िन्दगी जीने का आंखरी सांस तक,

और हो यकीन उस खुदा पर बेइन्तहा और बेझिझक..

तेरी बावरी

मीलों की  हैं दूरी
पर तेरी आँखों में, मैं अब तक हूँ डूबी..

हर लम्हा हैं मजबूरी
पर धडकने ये मेरी, सिर्फ तेरे ही लिए धड़क रही..

सपने सजे हैं कितने इन नैनों में...
ख्वाईशें दबी हैं कितनी इन साँसों में...

पर हैं यकीन इस दिल में,
एक दिन सच होंगे ये सपने!
ये आसूं भी होंगे ख़ुशी के झरने!

इतनी बातें जो रेह गयी थी अधूरी,
कल फिर ये ज़िन्दगी होगी तुझही से पूरी!

साथ ना पा सकी मैं तेरा इस जनम,
पर कल तेरे ही संघ फिर बढ़ेंगे मेरे कदम!


हां हैं यकीन दिल में मेरे,
मिलेंगे हम फिर उस जहां में!
दूर सबसे अपने ही मेहेक्ते आशियाँ में!



अब बस, हैं मीलों की दूरी..
और बढती ही रेहती हर पल मेरे दिल की बेचैनी

अब बस, हर लम्हा हैं मजबूरी..
और मुस्कुराती रेहती तेरे लिए मैं, बनके मैं तेरी बावरी..

lost..

Feels nice to be lost..

to notice things with deeper curiosity,
to find meaning in things I earlier did not see..
to walk on roads which never seemed existed,
to listen to the melody in the silence which grows ever more mystic..
to make the wrong turns which lead to the right ones,
to loose myself inorder to be found all over again..
to bask in the rays of epiphany,
to appreciate God for having all that I need..

N it feels nice to be lost..

to be allured by the wonders that surround me,
to admire the hidden miracles in every moment around me..
to see everyone through everyone's eyes,
to realise the oneness amidst us which lies..
to realise what matters most..
to listen to the sound of my own heartbeat..
to realise that I will never be lost
to realise that even if i am, he is always there looking down over me..


Hmm...
it feels nice to be lost.. 

Happy Holi :)

रंगबिरंगे चेहरों पर मुस्कान के गुब्बारे फूंत गए
सारी नफरतों को भुलाके दोस्ती के रंगों के दो घूँट पी लिए
रंगी हैं ज़मीन,  रंगा ये आसमान..
मस्ती में तू भी रंग-जा
ये होली का हैं समा!
HAPPY HOLI to ALL :)

May be someday..

Standing on the edge,

I stare into a future filled with endless uncertainty.

Drawing me closer,
it's hard to fight this force of gravity.

Blinded from what lies beneath,
I hear the call of destiny.
I take a dive deep within myself,
searching for further clarity.

I try to realise what I truly seek,
what lies out there.
But the deeper I delve,
I begin to realise I am my own worst nightmare..

Enchained by my own thoughts and beliefs,
I struggle to take my step,
My courage shrinks to nothing
as I  grow sceptic of the road ahead..

May be there is more to learn,
more to understand where my truth really lies,
There definitely is a hope,
one day I will again be able to rise..

May be someday..

May be someday...

खाली कमरा

एक कमरा अब तक हैं खाली, मेरे दिल के किसी कोने में.

एक आरज़ू अब तक हैं बाकी, मेरे ज़हन के गेहरे अंधेरे में..

जहां अब तक बिखरा हैं उजाला, तुम्हारी रौशनी का,

जहा अब तक फैयली हैं खुशबू, तुम्हारी हसीं की..

खुशियों से भरी यादें तुम्हारी खेलती हैं यहाँ,

तुम्हारे रंगों से रंगी दीवारें अब तक हैं जवाँ..

ना चाहते हुए भी, इस कमरे के दरवाजों पर मैं दस्तक दे ही देता हूँ..

भुलाकर भी तुझको, मैं तुझसे फिरसे मिल ही लेता हूँ...



In English:


There's a room that's yet empty, somewhere in the corners of my heart..

There's a desire that's yet alive, somewhere in the darkness of my conscience..

Where scattered yet lie the rays of your brightness..

Where lingers yet the fragrance of your smiles..

Your memories full of happiness yet play around over here..

The walls yet alive, from the paint of your colours..

Unwillingly I yet land up knocking on the door..

Even after having forgotten you, yet again,
I meet you once more..

My Idol - JOHNY BOY! - a remembrance..

It was a packed hall with almost every seat occupied at the back. We were late by half an hour. Every one was seated as we walked in. Soft whispering filled the air in an eerieness that obstructed the silence. The choir stood in the corner near Mr. D'souza and his family. The organ started playing in the background making my heart feel heavy as we walked our way up to the front row from the aisle on the side, so as to not grab any attention from the seated peopleor to obstruct their view. People were dressed in black in the front rows, men in black suits and black ties, the ladies in black dresses and a few of them doned black scarfs. It looked like some of the ladies had spent good enough time in getting ready for the ceremony, as I saw one of them with nicely done soft curls, and some with neatly straightened out shiny hair. We walked up to the front row where Mr. D'Souza and his family were seated. My father and I shook hands with him and shared our condolences. Not knowing 
how to greet him in a such a difficult situation, I said "God Bless" and walked towards an empty berth in the fourth row.
We walked past a shiny wooden coffin crafted with elegant golden carvings where in lay the body of Mrs. D'Souza. The coffin looked quite royal to me, as I hadn't seen many in my life as yet. Mr. D'Souza's mother had passed away last night after battling with her old age for long time. She was a generous lady and many'a people liked her because of her kind deeds. Though I didn't ever meet her personally but I heard so later from the priest's speech in the church. 


As we settled down, at least ten priests gathered at the altar clad in orthodox cardinal gowns bearing the symbol of his holiness. A priest came up to the podium and started his speech in memory and farewell of Mrs. D'Souza, followed by multiple prayers from the choir..


While all this was happening, a song subliminally was playing in my mind, a cool breeze was constantly hitting my face, tears  were piling up in my eys. His voice was crystal clear in my memory, he sang with heart and melody, "behti hawa sa tha woh.."... This is the song he had sung on the last day of my job for me. I had only interacted with him in the last one and a half month of my work, when the teams within my organisation were re-arranged on orders of the new management that had come in and assured better efficiency and productivity. Someone had told me that he had even appeared in "Indian Idol" after bunking from office and standing in the line for over 8 hours, and had got knocked off in the latter rounds. The last I heard about his singing was when he had sung to our very own Director of the Agency, a well reknown ad-man, a lyricist and so on.. "Johny Boy" had impressed him so much just by his one song.. For over 8 years he had slogged his ass in this 
organisation and now, he had earned recognition from his highest boss. So excited he was! elated!! He thought he might get a break somewhere or at least be remembered or recognized for his talent. That was the last I had heard from him after I had once visited my old office.


Over One and a half years had past since then, and I had received a message from a friend on facebook, shocking me completely. The message read "The funeral of John Godambe would take place at 3pm at Holy Name Church today". I didn't know how to react. I tried calling John's number, but in vain. It was out of service.

In this very church just a month ago I had attended my friend John's funeral. Little did I know him or interact with him, but I had fallen in love with this guy for his genuineness, hardwork, singing talent and his jovial nature. Having been in the organisation for over 8 years, he was a good friend of every oldy in the agency. I saw him at his desk in the early hours of office and then he would disappear in the solitude of the studio or creative department till it was dark and the office lights had to be shut down as the late hours started. He worked like a dog, if I was not wrong, reporting directly to the higher management for the accounts he handled. He was a livewire and a kind hearted fellow. He knew how to get his work done through his words. He made everyone smile just by his presence. Though he worked in the Client Servicing Department, I think he belonged more to the creative department. But this guy was good with his operations. You could rely on him to get the work done. He was a great friend to all, everyone liked his company and he managed to put a smile on everyone's face just with his presence.

<Photography was one of his hobbies. He always carried an SLR with him to office>


I had seen him and spoken to him very less in my tenure at this agency. Just one and a half month he worked in my team on my brand and then I bid him good bye when I was quitting the agency. 


I saw him sleeping in the coffin, with his eyes shut, in his black suit. He wasn't singing, nor cracking jokes as he normally would be found during the strenuous working hours, trying to cheer everyone one up. I couldn't believe what I saw. How could such a nice person like him go away? Why him? Why so soon? Johny Boy!! you can't do this man!! Roby, Melba, Bhavin, Mary, Jerry, Sundar, Narendhar, they all were there as his mother cried endlessly on the loss of her only son. We couldn't see her in her eyes. I couldn't see anyone in the eyes, my tears just wouldn't stop. I barely knew him, but he was already very dear to me. His niceness had touched me in such a way I had not known. 


A single priest bid him farewell and said the holy prayers for his farewell for the journey in his new life. No choir sung for John, no one could match this 'Rockstar' friend of mine for me in singing.. I prayed over and over again for my friend, yet in disbelief of what had happened. The loss for his family was much greater as he was the only son of this financially weak family. He had devoted over 8 years to this organisation. John's illness had worsened so he couldn't attend office anymore. Though the old bosses in higher position knew of John's dedication and service, little did they try to make the new management understand that John should be taken care of. After all he is an old employee. After all John had become like the old furniture of this Agency who was always there for the agency in times of any urgency or crisis. However, the new management over looked all of his past records and sacked him because they couldn't have an employee fall sick every now and then. All these years of his hard work failed to create any place for him in the hearts the management.


Having laid off for over a year John cut off from all his friends, due to his bad health and in ability to earn for his family. Even his best friends knew nothing about his health and where-offs. Three months ago he enjoyed his last vacation in goa with some office friends. He seemed very happy in the snaps that I saw of him on my friend's FB page. Then two days before he passed away he visited office and greeted his friends. Spent the whole day with them. Little did they know that they would be seeing him for the last time. He knew his condition and he hid it from every one including his family. Selfless, generous, jovial, happy go lucky and a true "IDOL" is how I would describe you JOHN!


You were always liked and you will always be loved. 
I wish the best for you where ever you are!
May the Al-Mighty shower you with blessings and fulfill all your wishes.
You yet live and yet sing in our hearts :)
"Behti hawa sa tha woh.."   


Hmm.. and so I was in the middle of someone's funeral, crying for someone else. My friend's coffin hadn't been so beautiful, but his soul surely was. He didn't have a large choir to sing at his funeral, but they would never  be able to match him. The coffin area wasn't as fancily decorated with flowers but he decorated our lives whilst he was here.

I prayed for both, my friend and the lady who had passed away and left in between the ceremony as I could no longer hold my tears back. 


It still is a shock for me to accept, John's no longer here.
Why do good people go away so soon?
I wonder if he's looking down on us all..
Guess he made loads'a fans after all :)
BLESS YOU MY FRIEND :)

our minute world..

Even as we speak,
enormous planets are being destroyed..
gigantic stars are being engulfed in shallows of darkness..
colossal galaxies are coming colliding into each other....

So small we are,
tiny, minute and minuscule,
a race called human beings,
being run by our own humongous egos, desires and worries..

We see nothing beyond our ownselves,
we hear of nothing beyond our own wants,

We are part of this larger entity comprising of
the countless astral bodies,
the endless undiscovered phenomenons,
the incomprehensible creations which are far more complex...

Yet the complexity within us seems to be greater!
Yet we do not have the slightest of humility within us
to accept a truth much larger and beyond our petty issues!
Yet we continue to run ignorant of the truth that lies stark in our eyes!

And even as we speak,
massive planets are being born all over the universe..
the light from the blazing stars is reaching the farther corners of the universe..
the swirling cosmic galaxies continue to expand far beyond the universe of our imagination...

u never left..

Let these tears not fool you,

For this world still is a very beautiful place...

May be it's too dark in here..

But everyday a new miracle makes grace..

Just cause I cry today, doesn't mean

there won't be moments in which I would again smile tomorrow..

So what if that isn't my true happiness,

So what if I have to go on with my masquerade..

If I lose u now,

may be I would lose my spark forever .. 

But the road doesn't end here,

This hope will never fade..I'll be headed some where,

N you'll be on your road to some place else.. 

But I know for sure,

that our paths will yet again cross..

our hearts will yet again smile

Cause you never left,

n neither did i.. <3

हसरतें

बिछा तो देती हैं पर्दा ये जुबान लफ्जों पर तेरे,

पर छुपा ना पाती आँखें वो ऱाज तेरा.

शीशे सी सच्चाई, छलकती साफ़ पानी सी नज़रों से,

बतला रही हैं हाल तेरा.

कितने दिनों बाद खिली हैं ख़ुशी इनमें..
कितने दिनों बाद जीने की उम्मीद फिर हैं जगी दिलमें..

कुछ ना मैं बोलू, बस तुझको यूही देखता रहू,

आज तू भी तो हल्का कर ले ये दिल तेरा..

छुपा ना अपनी चाहत को आँखों के पीछे ,  

आज बेहजाने दे इन आसुओं को..

भुलादे सारे बन्धनों को,

आज खोल दे तू बाहे तेरी..

सिमटकर मुझमें, बना ले तेरा मुझे ,
हसरतें तेरी आज  तू भी तो कर ले पूरी!!

Warrior - ||

continued from Warrior - |
http://tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.in/2012/01/warrior.html

life leads us through roads we never wished to be on.. we reminisce our loss as we walk ahead.. somethings we forget, somethings we are never allowed to forget..
- the past is never easy to leave behind for the warrior. But he still needs to carry on..


no choice he had
but to lay down his arms..
his hands trembled,
his blade couldn't slay his demons..

it's been long since he gave up the struggle
but the blood still trickles..
his loss, far greater than what he had imagined,
the flow of memories keeps his wounds afresh..

his own happiness and dreams,
paid as price for that of his own ones..
the hole in his heart constantly reminding him of the reality,
being selfless is not that easy..

"nothing can bring back what is lost",
echoes a voice within him..
"but what is lost, will never be forgotten!",
he tries to pull back his strength..

he still smells his dreams lingering in the air..
a hope still resides within his bruised heart,
"If I give today, then someday, in some manner, in some form, I will again find"
for nothing to begin with, was ever mine..

he spits out the sour blood of lies,
breathing in the fire of truth that burns through his lungs..
what others wanted, will never be his will..
the grip of his fists, further tightens..

every now and then he looks up to the gods
awaiting his after life..
to redeem his loss,
to begin where he left off..

and so with a sore heart
with callousness in his eyes,
he tends to the remains of his life,
slowly with resoluteness, the warrior treads on..

Warrior - |

our life is a battle ground where we are continuously fighting situations that keep coming up at every step.. 
sometimes we succeed, and some battles we lose.. so many factors affect our decision making.. 
some decisions are such, that change our lives forever.. but the journey doesn't end here..
- giving birth to a warrior within us..


The battle may be lost,

but his heart still beats..

The wounds are grave,

but his courage soon heals..

When life gets him down,

he holds on to his beliefs..

He knows its a long struggle,

so he fights till he's back on his feet..

And when the dark clouds surround him,

he stares into the lightning.

The pouring rain, the thundering and storms

they fail to stop him, his will grows strong..

His dreams were part of his reality,

so close to his heart, filled with purity..

A part of him dies within, 

being selfless is not easy..

His shoulders hunch 

under the weight of responsibilities,

He lets go his dreams for the greater good,

for the love of his family..

He knows this ain't the end of it all,

his sacrifices will bring happiness for all..

So he smiles, even in face of adversity,

Cause beyond his pains lies his victory..

And the warrior goes on,

his eyes filled with tears..

With his heart shredded,

his fight's not yet ended..


- followed by Warrior ||

OVERLORD award

Boy! does this appreciation make me feel high or what!! 

By giving me this award my friend "(musical notes) philo (musical notes)" [http://staryeyedandscreeming.blogspot.com/] has given my writing some meaning and given me a sense of belonging to this blogging space..thanks so much philo!

M just here sharing my views on this life as i see it.. Enjoying it as I go.. Hope that you enjoy it too..

The following are the Rules for the awardee:

1. Post the award on your blog with the rules

2. List three things you would change if you were the overlord

3. List the blogs you're awarding and leave them a message :)

If I were the Overlord..

* I would make sure that everyone had the powers of SUPERMAN. 

its not just his strength & powers that     make him a hero. It's his will & heart that pushes him to do good and  be selfless that makes him SUPERMAN. Within every heart exists some kind of love and caring.. This love and care doesn't get used to its true potential. If everyone loved and cared for everyone else the way 

  superman does, we all would succeed in becoming the strongest and happiest superbeings just like 

  SUPERMAN..

* Food & Music would be easily and freely available..

* Everyone would learn how to dance(especially the tango) and sing (any song but - kolaveri chiiiii)..

Now, I'll be passing on this award to a couple of bloggers I have recently come across and who are worth checking out :) 

Since I hav very few friends here, my list is quite small..

* Michelle P. http://waveofsoul.blogspot.com  

A soulful writer with beautiful poems.. her blog's an insite into nature, hope and all things beautiful and true.. She's been silent for quite some time, but the spark she gave already turned into a flame.. thank you mich :)

* Chints  http://chintangupta.blogspot.com 

The Blunt Blogger, capable of taking us through various scenarios in a thrilling or light & entertaining manner.. Her writing seems to get even more griping with every post.. Also has a knack for capturing some beautiful stills.. Her poems too put a smile on our faces..

Keep going chints!

* (musical notes) philo (musical notes)  http://staryeyedandscreeming.blogspot.com

it's like reading a romantic novel or actually lying down with your lover.. philo writes the most beautiful romantic pieces i've come across which sometimes end with a twist.. like it tat way!

* Daisy Luv & Light www.luvandlight.blogspot.com

Inspiration flows from her blog.. I look up to her blogs for my daily dose :) She's always looking for a positive approach in d dimmest of  situations.. Thanks Dina.. keep showin us the way.. Let the luv & light flow!! 

* Tracie http://tracielouisephotography.blogspot.com

Her photography is enough to inspire you.. She also tells us how to get thru the ways of this life.. very inspiring Tracie.. keep going :)

* Saru http://sarusinghal.blogspot.com/

Some very beautiful poems I stumbled upon at your blog Saru.. Looking forward for more.. :)

* Kunal http://fromdevilsworkshop.blogspot.com/

If you wanna c what beautiful pain looks like,, you should go thru his poems some time..

let it flow kunal..!!

* Blasphemous Aesthete http://aestheticblasphemy.blogspot.com/ 

Hard hitting action filled words that make your read zippy and hell-right entertaining.. Truly admire your writing ! :)

After reading this you people need to keep the flow of the OVERLORDs going..

Again..

The following are the Rules for the awardee:

1. Post the award on your blog with the rules

2. List three things you would change if you were the overlord

3. List the blogs you're awarding and leave them a message :)

Cheers!! :)