Dialogue!

"मेरे हिस्से वाला दिल का टुकड़ा संभाल के रखना"

"तेरा टुकड़ा थोड़ा नाज़ुक था न अभी
 सो सबसे ऊपर रखा है
 डर मत
 कुछ  नहीं होगा "

"नाज़ुक चीज़ें टूटने का सबसे ज़्यादा डर होता है
 इसलिए बोला"

"तभी तो सम्भाल के रखा है,
 जैसे कोई नयी जान हो"

"यूँ दिल के टुकड़े किये तो किये,
  एक उठा कर चल भी दिए"

"तुम्हारी आँखों से ओझल हुए कभी?
 इश्क़ की सहेलियां ये शिकायतें,
 उफ़्फ़ ...बिलकुल पागल हैं"  

.


.

                                       " कभी कभार दिल के कई टुकड़े करने पड़ते हैं                                                                             ताकि हर इश्क़ को थोड़ी थोड़ी जगह दी जा सके"

Run Along with The Horses

I want to run along with the horses,
Blacks and whites,

Feathery and tide,

In the sepia sun, in the dawning light;

I want to run,

Without any ties!!

I want the wind to embrace me and hug me tight,

Dust in my hair but heart just all right,

Please don't call my name or I shall abide,

Don't you see, i want to run like I am flying!

The nerves would race and I will stop to catch a breathe,

Will hold my knees but the heart shall dance,

The horses won't get tired and keep up with the run,

My eyes shall enjoy this but in due course of time!

I will understand I could only run so far

That the horses will fly and I will have to now stop..

But for now....,

I want to run along with the horses, 

Blacks and whites;

Without any ties !

Heartaches

If only, we could own up our own heartaches and continued loving, no matter what it takes......, how long it goes......., where it finally lands........!!

We are scared- of loving! We are scared just before sending that text full of emotions, we are scared to go out just in case the real heart matters slip out of a watery tongue, we are scared to sip coffees together coz we might talk out hearts out- and all this why? Because of “Heartaches”

Heartaches --- Ouch!  They come with every kind of love you know of! They will come and you can’t just ignore them. So should we just stop loving and having a real life? I don’t think so. Life is nothing devoid of love. Those butterflies in the stomach on a slight rub of hands accidentally, that is life; the feeling of caring for someone and getting the favor returned that is life; sharing nasty details from poop timings to how shitty the boss is, that is real life.  Should we just stop living then, just because it will, at some point of time bring heartache along? I definitely don’t think so!!

Hypothetically thinking, what if, we could just keep on loving keeping the worries at bay? Will it not bring consequences? Off course it will. You might have a hard time getting over it. You might even go on a sabbatical full of undesirable thoughts and insomniac nights. But won’t you get to think of the glorious butterflies then and smile a bit? Won’t you carry some beautiful memories forever? Then why not drop the ‘Heartache Phobia’ aside and live the moment- make the best of it!!

But wait, if you are already feeling too inspired by now, here is a little reality check. “Do it at your own risk” If you think you are man enough to deal with your heartache later on, then take the plunge because the one giving you those butterfly memories won’t be there to cry along. If you don’t think you are that kind of person- Sir, please leave right away! (But anyway it’s not going to help you, sorry to say)

Any which ways this world and our lives should never be short on love because this is the only thing which is our private yet shared. Don’t let the heartache stop you from loving. Don’t kill those butterflies just so soon!!

अभी बाकी है

अश्क़ सबूत हैं,
तेरे हिस्से का इश्क अभी बाकी है;
रश्क़ जो किये थे तुझसे,
उनका हिसाब अभी बाकी है;
ज़िन्दगी पड़ी है बहुत,
ये साथ यहीं तक बस हुआ...,
शायद यहाँ से आगे भी हो....;
थोड़ी आस अभी बाकी है!!


Because A lot happens and then Poetry happens!!


----And juts the next day , ABHI BAAKI HAI gets featured in this.....Pasting a screenshot!! :D

पुराना शेर

एक पुराना शेर याद आया 
और शेर जब पहली बार कहा था, 
वो ज़माना भी संग आया
भूली गलियों में वापिस भटकने को
अपने मन का
एक बार और मचलने का दिल हो आया
पुराने शेरों की क्या बात कह दी, 
उनसे जुड़ा हर एक अरमान याद आया!
बीते अरमानों का जो मैंने हलके से हाथ सहलाया, 
सच..
वही पुराना शेर, जो उस वक़्त यूँ ही कह दिया था,
मुझे आज याद आया!
इत्तेफाक से आज फिर कुछ ऐसा हुआ
कि दिल भर आया,
वही पुराना मौसम निकला;
आज उसने फिर से सब कुछ दोहराया
आज फिर दिल भर आया 
तो मुझे फिर,वही पुराना शेर याद आया!


Also pasting the so much talked about "पुराना शेर" here: 
"ये गम भी मुझे अज़ीज़ है, 
ये उन्ही की दी हुई चीज़ है"

Love and Other Affairs

Love Affair: Intellectual Affair: Sexual Affair

All three mentioned above are different, trust me! They are far apart from each other and distinctive too or exclusive in their own ways as I might put it!

We are humans and all of us possess heart, brain and hormones. All these three are just there to fulfill desires of each of them.

The sanest one considered socially is the Love Affair. It’s the usual one as we all know it, fall in love, feel emotional, feel attached, feel special, feel possessive, feel every emotion you know for that one person with whom you are not really scared to spend the rest of your life. Reciprocation is the key in this one and we are not judged for carrying forward this one. We do it since we step into teens and keep applying Trial & Error till we finally decide who that ‘one’ is. Generally this one ends on the note of marriage and there it goes away from your life!

The next level could be the Intellectual one. Here you don’t do anything. You just talk, just let your heart out. But you talk in every possible way, you talk with mouth (like normal people do), you talk with eyes (You can only do that if the other person is really looking deep in your eyes & admiring them too for that matter), you talk with heart and you don’t leave a thing behind in your heart or in your nostalgic lanes for that matter. You talk society, you talk philosophy, you talk of the stupid things you did as child and all those eve-teasing incidents which still sit heavy on your heart. You talk sense (well, mostly) and non-sense. You talk it all out and in return are being told that no matter how childish you talk, you sound so mature! You hear too (sorry I forgot to add that bit earlier) and you hear a lot. You hear things unsaid and you hear the rhythematic oscillation of their heartbeats. You hear what they are going to say next and you say it before they say it and that’s everything about this sort of affair.

In the third one, I don’t want to describe what happens but something surely happens which hasn’t been happening so far.

It might be possible that we have all three of these with one person or all three with three different persons. It depends on the capability of those other people; but if you are involved in all three of them, be assured you are capable of something extra for sure! Your ten percent might be somebody’s 100% and their 100% might be 20% for you. So it’s totally okay to experience all of these- ‘individually’ & ‘exclusively’ with different people.  As they say “Nobody is born perfect’ but probably YOU were and then it became an equally annoying job to find somebody as perfect as you..!! So go ahead.

PS- Started writing something earlier but had to leave it in the middle, would just add that patch here-

Sometimes we do what we don’t want to do and yet we do it.  Because it might be, that what we did, was something we always wanted to do , but we thought, we didn't want to do it, coz we  thought we shouldn't (Social Parameter Alert) do it!  

Better to do what you want to do, coz we are anyway not doing what we were supposed to do!  

#Love_Peace_And_Happiness_To_All 

Goodbyes are fun

I might sound contrary to the usual belief of saying goodbye with a heavy heart but trust me, all of them aren’t that hard on you especially when you really want to get “rid” of a fewer lot!

Goodbyes are hard when you are leaving home, a place where you are most of yourself, not faking yourself even for a second, not getting overwhelmed and not being judged. Goodbyes from those- are definitely hard. Goodbyes aren’t hard at all when they are about homecoming, waving a pity hand at everybody whom you hated or cursed even for a split second- they are fun, mad “fun”.

Being "stuck"

Every one of us must have had this feeling of being “stuck” at least for once in our lives and talking from experience, being stuck surely sucks!! So what have you tried doing in those situations (in the stuck situations), tried to soothe yourself out? How?  By thinking something good? And what rather whom did you think about – your people back at home, right!! Saying goodbye to those are hard and these, who totally took the crap out of you, ha ha, its crazy fun (do try it sometime yourself)

But fun is no free ride right? You got to pay for it and pay really heavy sometimes! Infarct fun is this very temporary thing that you already know will perish in some time  and still you want to stretch a little more than you deserve and then you stretch it so much that before you realize , either the band breaks or comes back at you like a boomerang slapping you hard! That’s the price of fun.  In case the band had hit you, “that” goodbye would have been fun (the getting rid of feeling). If the band wouldn’t have hurt you even a bit and got lost somewhere, that goodbye would be hard.

But one good thing about those “fun” goodbyes, they don’t give you pain except a lesson. You say them not halfhearted but fully aware in your conscious that this it, this is the bottom line and here it ends. You don’t carry back a hope and definitely no false hopes. They might give you not-so-good memories for some time but don’t worry, when you are in a stuck situation again, you will only think of the “good memories.”

So keep your goodbyes fun , and to those with whom goodbyes are hard, don’t say goodbye to them, ever, at all!

Painted Hearts

Describing my painting "Painted Hearts" here

"कभी कभार कई टुकड़े करने पड़ते हैं दिल के

ताकि हर इश्क को थोड़ी थोड़ी जगह दी जा सके"

Everybody falls in love at least once in their lives but most of them fall twice, thrice and even more! But each time there is a new love, there is a space shared in the heart.
Now by God's grace, we all have only one heart and we need to accommodate all the loves we had/have in the same lil heart. So what do we do, we borrow some space from the brain- the mind.  And thus always have TWO much on the mind!


This art piece shows a heart - a broken (rather shared) one- into two pieces - each piece occupied by a lady. And both of them are on the mind of a person.

There are way too many colors in this painting but with a reason- When one person adds so many colors to our lives, then if there are multiple , wouldn't life be like this? Extra Colorful! Also too many colors here imply the colorful character of the person always juggling between more than one thought on his mind. Won't his own heart be colorful (Painted) enough to be able to focus on more than one person in life?

An interesting fact remains that at least one of the two ladies sharing the heart know the reality (that's why the lady with Blue hair looks at green hair lady in the painting) and still sticks to her due space in the "Painted Heart".

But the people who can do this, like have two much on mind and still  love and focus equally, hats off to you guys! Great Management skills are required for this one. And off course a "Painted Heart" is all what you need.


PS- I am not sure People with Painted Hearts know a word called "Guilt"

तीन एहसास

बीती रात भीगी थी कुछ उम्मीदों के सैलाब में ;
आज की शाम भी कुछ नम ही गुज़री उन्ही उम्मीदों के ख्याल में 


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


महफूज़ करना इन लम्हों को बेशक़ ये भागते से नज़र आएंगे 
भर लेना किसी खाली शीशी में कुछ अंश तो कम से कम तेरे संग रह जायेंगे 


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


इश्क महफूज़ किसका हुआ है आज तक जो तेरा ही होगा, 
इसका एक जुर्म ही यही है कि बस ये ठहरता नहीं है 

इबारतें (3)

इबारतें थमीं हैं ,

आजकल,

इबादतें बदलाव पे आमादा हैं ;

मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श 

शायद किसी पुराने संदूक में,

आराम फ़रमाते होंगे ,

मगर गलियां मुझे याद हैं; 

हर आहट समेटती ,

इन पन्नों की गिनती ख़त्म होने पे है 

मगर ये बदलती इबारतें, 

मुझे मेरे हज की गलियों में 

बार बार धकेल आती हैं;  

इबारतें अब भी थमी हैं, 

इबादतें मगर, 

रोज़ाना बदल रही हैं | 

And Ibaratein part 3 is here- after 4 months of Ibaratein 2 

A few words have become family to this series, featuring themselves in every post but the connection keeps on changing! 

I am not sure i will write other parts to "Ibaratein" series or not but am sure if I do, teh thread will be seen, strong and long! 

Read Ibaratein 1 here!! 

इबारतें : Writing
इबादतें: Prayers
नक्श:Map
बेबाक:Frank

इबारतें (2)

Ibaratein

इबारतें बदल रहीं हैं,
मगर इबादतें वहीँ थमी हैं
मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श,
आज भी वैसे के वैसे हैं
मगर शायद गलियां बदल रही हैं
इन पन्नो की सिलवट,
आज भी हर आहट समेटती है
पर ये बदलती इबारतें,
हर बार कुछ नए नक्श
उकेर ही देती है;
इबादतें थमी रह जाती हैं
इबारतें बस,
नयी लिख दी जाती हैं !

This is in continuation to another very dear poetic piece of mine! Both are called "Ibaratein" 

When Ibaratein 1 came out of my pen , it struck chords of many people I hardly knew and since then, it was always somewhere deep down in my heart to restore the "connect" by writing a second part to it! 

Hope I did justice to myself!

Read Ibaratein here!

मकां

मकां कई बनते हैं 

मन में ही बनते और उधड़ते हैं,

दीवारें चुनती हैं 

और फिर भी दरवाज़े खुलते हैं 

दरवाजों तक जाने वाले 

रास्ते चलते हैं , बदलते हैं 

जाने कितने मौसम बीत जाते हैं 

पर मकां अब भी बना करते हैं 

एक दिन कोई उस मकां का 

पता पूछ बैठता है 

तो कच्ची सड़क पर पक चुके 

पैरों के निशाँ बताते हैं 

के दीवारें तो ढह गयीं 

पर रास्ते अब भी 

उन खुले दरवाज़ों तक जाते हैं!! 

पुरानी किताब

पुराने किस्सों से सराबोर 

पीले पड़  चुके पन्नो वाली उस किताब को 

मैं एक दिन यूँ ही  पलट के देख रही थी , 

हर पन्ने की सिलवट के साथ 

उस सिलवट की वजह सोच रही थी;

यादें ज्यादा थी और शब्द कम 

उस रात मैं भी न जाने क्या क्या सोच रही थी 

बहुत देर बाद 

जब यादों की नींद से जागी 

महसूस हुआ अब हकीकत में लौटना चहिये 

पन्ने पपड़ा गए थे 

मैंने किताब को किसी तरह बंद कर 

एक भारी ताले से दबा दिया 

पर उस रात बारिश हुई थी 

तेज़ हवा से ताला सरक गया था 

और 

एक अनचाहा सा पीला पन्ना 

मेरे सामने खुल गया था !!

Under the Tree

Silhouttes of a tree| Image by- http://bit.ly/XkhAdY

Sometimes life can play cruel games- on ALL of us!! We rush, we run, we compete, we complete targets, we laugh, we party but then we all come back “home”- to a place that we call our own! A place where we get in our pajamas and sweatshirts and we don’t mind what our hair look like!! And then we, at least for once think about the entire day and this is the moment when we realize how there is just no body around!!

We have friends- a lot of them (thanks to office and facebook and whatspp and what not) who might be just a ping away but do we really have them in our lives?? Probably not! It’s just an illusion we create for ourselves that okay I am around people- all the time which is so not true! Fact is that everyone is at his/her own. Everyone-even those so called friends have their own lives, their own set of friends, love of lives etc. When we are together, it’s nothing more than the fact that we both need each other for this much time and that’s it!! There is a mutual need which gets fulfilled and we think we have people!! Blah!!

So it’s better to get accustomed to this, to find peace being with ourselves, to enjoy the solace- and the sooner it is the better it gets! Because eventually, there is actually no body.

Why do we look for a green surrounding while taking up a new flat, probably it may add to the beauty of your balcony or may be a good view to your eyes but do we ever think how peaceful those same trees may become whilst we sit under them – all by ourselves! I bet nobody! And this is the ugly truth of life! We sit under those trees, all by ourselves, only in the silhouettes of memoirs and nostalgia and a husky voice which says – Yes accept it now, this is the fact, there is no body!

And then it makes me think – why do we even need people in our life- just because Man is a social animal?? Well, man is an animal no doubt but in a different way, the theory ‘survival of the fittest’ also applies here. The one who can as much tolerate you as a person, remains longest in our lives and rest just drift away. Nobody makes an effort, nobody even tries to survive- a little longer- and this is what makes you go and sit under that tree all by yourself.

Had there been a little more effort, a little more urge to fight and to stay back- nobody would go and hug those trees, nobody would try to find solace in that dampness and nobody would write something like this!!

But then, as I said, life plays cruel games- on ALL of us!! No one is spared! And people just hush around, still trying to find friends in books, music, cigarettes and for that matter people but –actually Nothing happens!!

So let this fight end here, let this race be only with yourself, let there not be any desire to sit under those trees with your hand in someone’s—and then I hope, we all might survive this cruel game of life!!

मय

कभी भुलाने के लिए पीते हैं कभी सहलाने के लिए 

और कभी पी कर जो लिखी थी उसे मिटाने के लिए

डायरी

There are times when every writer suffers through a Creative Blockage, the time when your mind becomes blank, no incoming outgoing of ideas, thoughts , feelings. same happened with me! Then My Diary, my best friend came to my rescue! This piece of poetry highlights how painful at times it gets for a write not able to write something for days!! 

The Diary

कुछ भूल रही हूँ शायद, या फिर कुछ और सोच रही हूँ

पढ़ रही हूँ कुछ, और तस्वीर कोई और देख रही हूँ

मन भटका है, आजकल यूँ ही कोरी घूम रही हूँ

आदतें छूट रही हैं, पर मैं क्यों उन्हें छूटने दे रही हूँ 

हाँ याद आया

एक डायरी रक्खा करती थी पास हमेशा

जो अच्छा लगता था, झट से उसमे लिख लेती थी

आज जब ढूंदा  उसको , तो याद आया वो तो घर पे रह गयी 

हाँ याद आया

अबतक यही भूल रही थी 

यही आदत थी, जो छूट रही थी 

उलझन

"कभी हैसियत नहीं होती तो कभी ख्वाहिश नहीं होती 

गर कभी आरजू हो, तो उस बदनसीब की किस्मत नहीं होती" 

इबारतें (1)

Ruhaniyatein

कुछ फीकी इबारतें ,

अधूरी इबादतें दोहरा देती हैं ;

मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श,

नाखून से खुरच के ,

देखो कैसे  बेरहमी  से उघाड़  देती है ;

एक एक सिलवट हर आहट की,

इन पन्नो में दर्ज हैं ,

कुछ बेबाक इबारतें ,

देखो कैसे नए ही नक्श बना देती हैं ;

अधूरी इबादतें अधूरी रह जाती हैं 

इबारतें बस,

नई लिख दी जाती हैं!!  

इबारतें : Writing
इबादतें: Prayers
नक्श:Map
बेबाक:Frank

Bla(n)ck Hearts

The New cOlOr of heart is Black

With the new upgraded version of android, the androiders can now send a heart smiley (<3) in text messages and also can jump & show off about it. I just received one! And this little Black-heart icon takes me to yet another connect of the technology with relationships. Technology with relationships-what shit she is talking about? But yes,  I am talking about relationships with technology- how technology effects, influences and evolves any relationship.

Black & Blank Hearts http://bit.ly/QRtbhz

Communication is the mother to any damn relationship on this earth. As a famous tag line says -“Baat hogi tabhi to baat banegi” (when talking will happen then only something beyond might happen). In simple flowchart language- we talk>>know each other>>like/dislike>>result: Relationship (no matter what kind of). With all the state-of-the-art techniques and facilities of communication available, we often start taking people and their availability for granted assuming they are just a call away but in the process we tend to pile up  a huge heap of such taken-for-granted-pending calls that ‘they’ don’t remain anymore just a call away. They just drift Far Away!

We tech-savvy and so called new age people wonder how would it have been in black & white times , writing letters and then waiting for not less than 15 days for its reply; these days when I receive even a mail, I first go to ‘sent items’ to understand the context of the reply received. In even blacker and whiter times (ancient for that matter), the kings stayed away from home for decades in order to fight for his region and still returned back to find his wife waiting for him with all the love in her eyes; these days people go through a literal brain-wash if they are away even for a month and break up is the understood following route.

Our lives these days are very restless, changing places, positions and people frequently! We say “BYE(s)” very often now and add a “Stay Connected” to it as an understated suffix. But we don’t realize, when those byes convert into Goodbyes, forget connect we even loose contacts, and then when no one is left, we read/write such articles!

The original color of heart is supposedly Red which means a symbol of love, affection and warmth. In Black & white times, it must be actually red, when people really remain connected not by texts or calls or comments or likes but by hearts and thoughts! Now that everything else has become so colorful, the heart has taken a back seat! People love (or at least pretend to) till they see each other; brain works as the second heart and insensitiveness is named being practical.

Now I understand why android developers have kept the color of their Heart smiley- Black!