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

Please help me remember how it felt like being in love!

I am out of it currently.

Love used to special, warm and most importantly, gave chills in my belly. Now, it’s more of a routine, comfort zone and doesn't give anything to my belly anymore.

As a confession note, I would say: it has annoyed the bejesus out of me.

There are days when I don’t care about the heart-balance but there are days when I do, and desperately want to remember how it felt like being in love? Because I faintly reminisce that when I used to be in love, it was certainly a warm feeling. Not everything around used to be annoying, I didn’t feel the need to meditate or distract to calm myself down. Expectations were not mortified and dates were not just digits or fruit but moments! Now that I am out of it, I want to call it a phase and stop worrying about it. I like to tell myself that this all mayhem will pass and I shall reunite with the belly-butterflies. But remotely, I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Maybe I have saturated, even tired, of having loved so much in so many years gone by. Maybe I just need some break or change or just a neutral phase in between my in-love and not-in-love phases! Maybe it’s the consistency of the same presence or just the very comfortable comfort zone.  I am not certain of the solution strategy but certain that I would like to feel it all again!

Because at the end, love should live - And that’s all that matters!

"इश्क बदलता रहे कोई हर्ज़ नहीं;
इस मुकाम पे आकर लगता है के शायद उसका जिंदा रहना ज्यादा ज़रूरी था!"

वो जगहें

वो जगहें हम जहाँ से गुज़रे थे कभी
अब दोबारा जब रूबरू होंगी तो शायद वो न होंगी
लोग अलग होंगे माहौल अलग होगा
शिर्कतें अलग होंगी और  शायद साथी भी अलग
तो दोबारा उन रास्तों को उस नज़र से देखना ही नहीं
गर देखा तो उम्मीद वही होगी
पर मंज़र अलग होगा! 

A letter to my muse

Missing you - right now!

And I am confessing- I have kind of a selfish motive behind! I am missing my muse- I am missing my writing!

I will not behold myself to tell u how I miss those amazing moments of ours where we sat for so long  and discussed point of views, relationships n poetry!

According to wikipedia, there r two kinds of love- ishq-e-haqiqi and ishq-e-majazi but I say there's one more kind of love which I have always called - an intellectual affair-- a love affair that goes between two minds rather than hearts!

Hearts are foolish beings! Minds are men whereas hearts are women.They don't think- they just know how to love, care and caress!! They are the followers like the ones which are seen in the herd of a cattle! They follow the mind like an innocent sheep. They are givers and always get all the sympathies of the world!

Minds- they lead!! Simple and straight! They apply logics and think of consequences! But what if they are lead by another one- will the heart refuse to follow? Never!

Such is an intellectual affair where over and above the hearts or bodies, the mist happens between the two brains who wander in the similar directions! The two in which both apply logics but similar ones - there is appreciation more than love, wit more than dialogues and 'connect' more than an actual intercourse.

We share the same frequencies if not telepathies, we are each others' muses and we both know that, we even have adapted each others way of expressions but it hardly matters! What matters is the same page on which we both stand like headers n footers!

Love is supposed to complement n not to supplement!!

I miss the laughter on those silly jokes which u cracked n I crashed; those adrenaline rushes which occurred when u said something I was about to say n those 'timing' factors which I may rest not to say!

At this point I am also thinking of our coffee meets- when I being a total 'tea-lover' was out there sipping hot coffee with you - just because you were a 'tea-hater'!  Because it was never the beverage but the company to me which mattered the most!

With sharing, laughing and admiring in eyes, brains & hearts- unsaid n yet understood things-- I am missing u!!

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 !!