Zindagi…

Zindagi ho jaise udte baadalon si
Saath ho jaise chaav thandi si
Ghar ho jaise hariyali ped ki
Rishtey ho jaise ye prithvi hum sab ki

Gyaan ho jaise sooraj ki kiran pehli
Dhyaan ho jaise samarpit sadhana ki
Aayu ho jaise sugandh kaamyabi ki
Shrey ho jaise bhakti prem ki

Zindagi ho jaise udte badalon si….

FOLDS- the old and new..

With the cold icy nights I stood

With the least ray of shine I stood

With the storm and strikes I stood

And with the drought and slides I stood

 

But I broke with your question and doubt

I broke with your sharp words that mount

I broke when you struck me with the shock

Of no longer being one of my part

 

Then I perceived it all as one big disaster

Like the naturals’ I put them in same cluster

Now this repeated two three four  times

And I became an expert to dig the mine

 

With each bad experience I turned a bit blue

Yet I make better decisions may end up bad few

Now I look upto myself discovering fresh view

Every time I broke I stood up as new.

KITAAB

Ek dukaan, dukaan kitaab ki.

Kitaabein kayi, kuch kahaaniyon ki.

Kahaaniyan ankhahee, kisi ke khwaab ki.

Ek khwaab, yaad kisi ki.

Kisi ki chaahat, ladaai kisi ki.

Aazaadi kisi ki, maut kisi ki.

Shanti kisi ki, sachayi kisi ki.

Ek dukaan, dukaan kitaab ki.

Kshetr ek, Lekhak kayi.

Syaahee ek, pal the kayi.

Lafz unke, aawaaz thi meri.

Anubhav unka, pariksha thi meri.

Chaai saath mein, kuch biscuit bhi.

Raatein kayi, par saath nhi.

Vichaar kayi, dhaarna kayi.

Ek kitaab, kitaab uss dukaan ki…

 

 

 

 

The SUN

I have seen the sun, the sun melting amidst the clouds, the clouds waving with the wind.

I have witnessed the wind washing the sea, the sea playing with the coast.

I have been on the coast nurturing memories, the memories bringing smile.

I have felt the smile crossing the tears, the tears rolling down on the face.

I have observed faces humming the songs, the songs quietly telling their hidden stories.

I have heard the stories of beauty and pain, the pain igniting the light within.

I have speculated the light growing brighter than the night, the night welcoming the sun rise.

I have become the sun, the sun melting amidst the clouds…

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 ..??

 

 

 

 

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..