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

Saturday 25 July 2015

Barish...





है प्रेम भरी सौगात ये ,
यह है ईश्वर की अश्रु धारा 
ये बारिश की भीनी बूँदें 
ना भटके कोई प्यासा आवारा। 

बहुत हुआ अब छिपना छुपाना 
है प्रीत मिलन की सुहानी 
मत घबरा बस पहुंच जा 
जा लिख दे अपनी प्रेम कहानी। 

कब तक देखता रहेगा उसे बेसबर 
बारिश की रिमझिम में हो दो दिल तत्पर। 
वर्षा की आह में भीग रही है वो ,
प्यार के बीजो का आज रोपड़ हो। 

है प्रेम भरी सौगात ये ,
यह है ईश्वर की अश्रु धारा 
कह दे अपने हृदय की बात 
क्यों है तेरा दिल उस पे हारा। 


Sunday 12 July 2015

Starry sky..


Under the starry sky,
She saw a moment,he saw a chance.
She saw emotions,he saw wild passion
She felt his magical touch,he found her touch electrifying.
She lost herself but found him,he carefully wandered and swept her off
She saw love,he saw lust
She saw his beautiful heart,he saw her beautiful body
Her eyes teared in happiness,his eyes watered in pleasure
She missed the darkness hidden in his bright eyes,he saw her gleaming eyes lit up
Under the starry sky
It was a beginning for her,something ended for him....

For the simple joy of writing...


I was once asked,"Do you like dancing?".Well,I don't know literally but I do like dancing figuratively.I love the way my pen dances on a white sheet of paper leaving ink marks and forming words,sometimes abrupt other times meaningless.Sometimes forming sentences which are so deep that they might seem meaningless at a glance.I love the way my expressions,my emotions come out through the motion of my pen on the paper.Just by the mere movement of my hand spilling not only the ink but also my thoughts on that plain white sheet of paper.Well this one for the simple joy of writing....:)

Random Thought....


In the wisp of the moment,the time flew by and what he had made of himself,what he was after years of toiling didn't matter anymore.It is funny how we build castles of sand with so much effort;craft our lives with so much care.But all it takes is a frantic wave to wash it all;one wrong action/decision to crumble everything we ever had or dreamed of.

Saturday 4 July 2015

The wait....

She has been meaning to speak to him for days now. He kept on making excuses sometimes about excess work and other times about how tired he was. She kept on waiting, waiting for him to take out some time for her as he had promised . She has been really patient all this while. But he never called back.

So she gathered her apprehensions meaning to put them in front of him.She wanted to tell him that all she wanted was to be felt needed,felt as an important part, an unavoidable part of his life.So this time she decided to call him instead of waiting for him to call.


The ring rang for a while. She was now sure that he wont take her call but after like a long ring she heard a voice from the other end. ”Hello”,said a woman’s  voice. The woman on the other side was almost panting and gasping for breath. She was a little surprised. She was wondering who this woman was who had  answered his phone .

She had known him for quite a while now and she knew he stayed alone. Nevertheless,she asked for him.She said she wanted to speak to him.”This is regarding what?”the woman on the other side asked authoritatively. Now she was really confused.She had no idea how to reply back.She wanted to know who this woman was who was answering his phone that too with so much authority.

She replied that she was a colleague from work and asked when can she speak to him. The answer she got from the other end silenced her for a long time.”He is away on his honeymoon.He will join work after a week.” answered the woman and disconnected.The wait had now come to an abrupt end.