CHALTE-CHALTE

Chalte chalte main neeche dekhna bhool jata hun,
ki aasmaan mein khawaahish ko dhudta reh jaata hun,
gir jata hun bhool se par uth kar sambhal bhi jaata hun.

Vhin zindagi muskurati hai,
gehre zakhmo pr malhum lagati hai,
aur kehti hai waqt se tum rukna nahi yehi toh sache khawab ko paane ki hai tarkeeb.

Isi waqt or zindagi ne mujhe hai sikhaya,
zaruri nhi jo socha whi hai paaya,
kabhi zada toh kabhi kam hai sabke hisse mein aaya.

Uss khwab ki or main fir se badhta hun,
sambhalta kam aur girta zada hun,
par aaj zindagi ki khwaahish ko naye pehlu se dekhta hun.

Hosla khud mein aur vishwas raaste pr rakhta hun,
sapne pure hon ya na hon magar sachhe dekhta hun,
ye aasmaan mera ho na ho lekin iss zameen ko, chalte chalte gir ke, har baar chumta hun.

CHAAHAT

 

Jab jaan-naa chaha,

tab haalaat nhi the.

 

Jab maan-na chaaha,

tab jazbaat nhi the.

 

Jab chaaha ki lafzon mein krein kuch banyaa

tab, sach kehti hun, shabd hi nhi the.

 

Jab dhuud-na chaaha,

tab jawaab kayi the.

 

Jab apnana chaaha,

tab sawaal kayi thi.

 

Jab chaaha ki aankhein mund kar sun lun dil ki baat

tab, sach kehti hun, dil mein koi ehsaas hi nhi the.

 

Jab samajhna chaaha,

tab pehlu kayi the.

 

Jab smajhaana chaaha,

tab tum hi nhi the.

 

Jab chaaha ki khud mein khud se hi mil lun

tab, sach kehti hun, Allah bhi yhin the aur Ishwar bhi yhin the….

 

Jab milin unse,

tab puchha maine,

 

jaana khn tha,

aur khn hain chal diye.

 

Jab suna unhone meri chaahat ko

tab vo bole, main sach kehta hun, aana tha yhin pe…..tumhe, aana tha yhin pe.

Relationship In You or You In Relationship.

If you are reading this post, Kindly read it till the end.

(This poetry is written in Hindi)

“Tumhe kya khabar thi

Ki kitna maana tha tumhe

Jab tum door the tab

Kitna chaaha tha tumhe

Sochti hun ye waqt hai ya hum kuch aise hi hain

Jo badalte badalte na jaane kab yun hi bicchde hain

Jaane kahan gye, wo pal, wo lafz, wo jazbaat, wo khushi, wo gum

Jinme kabhi na tum the ya main, jinhe jeete the toh sirf hum or hum..

Aaj hum se pehle tum or main aata hai

Samjhte-samjhaate hum se tum or tum se main, vibhakt ho chuka hai

Aaina samajh kar tum mein khud ko dekha tha

Ki aaj vo pratibimb “main tum nahin” keh kar

Khin aur chal diya hai, khin aur chal diya hai…”

 

How many times have you failed to understand the reason behind such relationships?

This is true that relationships go through all phases, like a wave and reason being that relationships are a phenomenon, just like life.

But what makes us weaker, are not the relationships, but our perception, our cognition of attaching our identity with the relationships or with the people we are in relationships.

Here, some do forget that relationship is because of you, and not you are because of relationship. This is the kind of error one makes, by dissolving ones own identity into the others.

Simply try to think once, if you keep your identity beside your relationship then when relationship goes through ups and downs it might impact you, but would not be able to vanish you. As, your identity will not nullify if the relationship goes vulnerable.

When in hunger you eat your self then, in damage you will rescue yourself. YOU are your own warrior.  Because if you have the guts to let yourself suffer, then you’ve got the greater binge to let yourself live happily.

Share and motivate them, who need to trust them selves.

MIT-TE SHABD

Shabdon ke jaal mein khud ko hai baandha

Anjaane mein dheeme dheeme khud ko khud se hai khoya

 

vishwaas, saath, pyaar or bharosa

Kabhi khud ko lapata toh kabhi khud mein kisi aur ko hai paya

 

Ansuni aawaaz cheekh rhi hai

Mere hi shabd ab mujhe bezubaan kar rhe hai

 

Dabi hui si khwaahish aaj marr rhi hai

Khud ki paribhaasha bhi ab mitt rhi hai…

 

 

 

 

 

The Expression of Openness and Void. (#Not a poetry)

How it feels to breath with openness

In mind, in heart, in soul..

Where the wonders and miracles meet me

And disasters and vulnerabilities are immense in cues

What shall I tell in words or how shall I express without them..

As an artist with the love of expression

Or as a writer by putting forward the best possible appropriate combinations of letters..

With openness comes choices, comes chances

With openness comes freedom,

But freedom always has its opportunity cost.

So does this cost be the breath I intake, or the breath I exhale..

What lies or what I hold after paying the cost by my breath

Is it the freedom again or emptiness as void inside, as void inside….?

Is it just the expression of openness and void or a question to self on my life or for my life ..??

 

 

 

 

The Magical Cave

“With a bunch of friends I joined one of the martial art camps, which were organised on a monthly basis, under the guidance of the renowned Shaolin warier monk. This time it was held on one of the islands of Maldives. The mythological story of the island goes with the rumours of a magical cave where the Goddess resides.

Fortunately, our guide informed that it is not just a rumour, instead the cave is truly magical and legendary in its own ways. We accepted our present opportunity and decided to visit that cave. The cave was considered to be a holy place, and is opened with the help of a Mantra. Entering into it, we found the blessed stone through which the Goddess arrives, and takes away the spirit of that human who devotes its soul to the Goddess.

Hearing this story changed something in me. Something I was unaware of. But since we came back from the cave, I had an unusual feeling about myself. While preparing ourselves for getting started with the training part, I just wanted to flow in the moment and be with just my self. I closed my eyes, with motion i meditated and it took a form of dance which I lived as of those moments.

After I opened my eyes, I saw one of my friends in tears. She had the realisation of her deepest truth, from which she was escaping so far. And this was a hint for me, this was time to be the eye witness of that power which is bigger than all. I mentioned to my another friend to inform my family members and my partner about how much I love them and left.

I walked back into that magical cave & this time it opened without any Mantra. As if, I was supposed to be there in that moment.

I entered the cave, walked through and found the stone of Goddess. While closing my eyes I wished to be taken away, I prayed with all my devotion to leave my body and just be the spirit in my truest form. The stone of Goddess shined bright and brighter, I was witnessing the power I have never met before. And with steps I walked in to that light….I walked into that light…. “

NAZARIYA..

Kabhi kadamo se udti hui dhuul ko dekha hai, 

aisa lagta hai jaise bhoomi apni hi dhun mein magn ho jhoom uthi ho..

waise hi jaise hawaa ke chalte hi pedo ki pattiyan naachte hue nayi soch darsha rhi ho..

jaise baadal garajte hue aakaash apni vaani se prakriti ko raag suna rha ho..

jaise pahad ke peeche se surya ne jhankte hue hariyali ghaas pr baethi gaay ko narmi se chhu liya ho..

jaise nal ki uss aakhri boond se gilheri chauk kar ped pr chadh idhar udhar dekh rhi ho..

jaise khoye hue bacche ko dodte dodte apna ghar door se dikh gya ho..

jaise jalte hue paanv pr behti hui sangam meethe palon ka ehsaas dila rhi ho..

aise hi ye zindagi hai, 

jo dheere dheere na jane kitni kahaaniyon ko simetti hui ek nayi kahaani likh rhi ho..

“PHIR ek koshish”

KABHI PARDE KO PHIR GIRA KAR DEKHO, 

ISS KHAMOSHI KO AAWAZ DE KAR DEKHO, 

KI AB YE SANNATTA DUM TODNE LAGA HAI.. 

 


JO KABHI EK THE UNHE PHIR EK BANA KAR DEKHO, 

PURANE BANDHAN KO NAYI SOCH SE NIBHA KAR DEKHO, 

KI AB AKELEPAN KAID KARNE LAGNE LAGA HAI..

 


DHALTE SURAJ KO PHIR VISHWAS SE TOH DEKHO, 

RAAT KI ROSHNI KO MEHSUS KAR KE DEKHO, 

KI AB MANN KA SHOR CHUBHNE LAGA HAI..

 


NAARAAZGI KE SHABDON KO PHIR SULJHA KAR DEKHO,

JIS SAATH KA WAADA KIA THA USE BARKARAR KAR KE DEKHO,

KI TOOTE RISHTEY KA MOL AB KHUD KO KHUD SE DOOR KARNE LAGA HAI..
 

BE

Be the ray of hope you were seeking for,

Be the faith you were searching for,

Be the light you were looking for,

Be the flower you were nurturing for,

Be the love you were looking for,

Be the feeling you were desiring for,

Be the hope you were holding on,

Be the essence you were caring for…

 

 

 

THE SOUL

How long has it been

to recognise and reconcile,

my selves to a soul

and to decipher the ecstasy.

Since long I have been

escaping, avoiding and hide,

the truth, the core, the mind

then chosen to kept aside.

Forgotten was the power of light

it has wings to spread wide,

With the hope it shines

and promises silently to keep me uptight.

Being kind, being humane

where being in conflict was not my game,

With the hollow-eyed experiences I gained

in pieces, yet I hope again.

I have seen black and white

have seen dark and light,

have discovered the truth as grey

with mild storm at bay.

With smile in pain

now I close my eyes and drain,

My mind cleared when it rained

like drops I remained and the soul evaporate..and the soul evaporate…!