The world we have created is a product of our thinking; it cannot be changed without changing our thinking. -Albert Einstein

Wednesday 18 April 2012

Goodbye......

I don't want to get lost,but the silence around,scares me.
The days seem to so long,darker than the nights.
I don't want to leave yet,but the loneliness which surrounds me,
Everything looks so gloomy,so vague.
The veil of emptiness,blinds me.
I just can't stand the sudden stream of light pouring inside through the windows.
I am tired of expressing myself,making them to understand me.
I can't struggle anymore,willing to quit,to surrender.
There's no way out,no escape from this inner turmoil.
Wish it was'ant so late.
Situations are complex now,more like the enmeshed threads of a spider's web.
The more you try to solve them,the further you get entangled.
What may seem true,is sadly not the just reality.
Life's a mirage,I've discovered it now,in pursuit of my search for the oasis of happiness.
My soul is not yet ready to sublime.
But things have lost control,gone much way beyond my comprehension.
Guess,its time for me to go now.

(PS-The above lines are a work of fiction.It bears no resemblance and relation to the writer in any way whatsoever.)  

Friday 6 April 2012

बैठे बैठे क्यूं गम हो जाती  हूँ?
उन गुज़रे लम्हूं के खयालूँ में क्यूं डूब जाती हूँ?
कुछ भूली यादूं का ताना बना ऐसा
की कुछ यूँ बेखबर हो जाती हूँ....
सोचती हूँ....
दिल की अगर एक दूकान होती,तो उसमे हमारा दिल भी बिकता
पर दिल है ऐसा कि एक बार टूटे तो दूकान में न दिखता
चाहे जितने मरहम लगा लो फिर वह बात न आती
दिल की पहले जैसी कीमत न रह जाती
उस दिल को लोग दिल ना कहते,बिखरे टुकड़ो का गठन बन कर रह जाता
कभी वह भी एक खूबसूरत दिल हुआ करता जो दुकानों में सजता
पर आज किसी और की गलती की सज़ा ये दिल क्यों इस कदर भुगतता?
की हर  इलाज बेअसर लगता,इस टूटे दिल का ज़ख्म कभी न भरता



Wednesday 4 April 2012

Wish....

The waves crash against the shore,sweeping the sand away each time again and again.
My wet foot marks are getting brushed away by a sudden high tide.
Wish such a tide could wash away the all hidden memories clinging at the back of my mind.


The hard rocks getting bashed up by the angry sea,each time it tries to reach the shore.
Wish one such soul could be my rock,strong and solid,protecting me always.


The raindrops falling on my cheeks,take away my tears along.
Wish such a rainfall could also take away the buried pain in my heart.


The trees baring themselves to the blowing wind,giving up all they have,fearlessly.
Wish it was so easy to let things go and submit yourself without inhibition.



The soft breeze,striking my face gently,as if comforting me.
Wish someone could be by my side in such a way,pulling me back each time I fall.


The dozen stars illuminating the nightly sky.
Wish one such star could brighten me up all over again.