Geet...........

Gun gun gun kyoon mein gungunaoon?

Sun sun sun is anjaan dil ko kaise samjhaoon?

yeh toh baar baar palti khata jaaye.....

phir koi nayi daastan duhraye.......

Gun gun gun kyoon mein gungunaoon?

Sun sun sun is anjaan dil ko kaise samjhaoon?

yeh aasmaan kyoon lage itna suhana

yeh panchi toh gaye raag wahi purana

Barishoon ki boonde mujhe kyoon aaj rujhaye

yeh hawaeyein mere kaano mein sarsarayein

yeh kaisa junoon hai,yeh kaisa nasha hai

kyoon lage har pal pyara,kyoon sab kuch bhala hai?

kyoon khwaishein uthe,nayi umange lehlehrayein.........

Aaj zindagi nayi raah par hai kadam badhaye

Hai jeet ka bharosa,aur khud par hai aas

Udane ki lalak mein,yeh pankh phir phadphadaye...

Gun gun gun kyoon mein gungunaoon?

Sun sun sun is anjaan dil ko kaise samjhaoon?

 

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.)  

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

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.

A peep within myself

                I have been feeling a lot of things from the past few days.Feelings ranging from loneliness and sadness sometimes to panic at others.Sometimes I felt fully charged up and enthusiastic but moments later I felt homesick,nostalgic or maybe fear gripped.
                I thought as though my life was just running away,running way ahead,beyond my control.It was as if  I have lost the reins of my life,everything was moving so fast pushing me behind ,I competing against time.There was a queer turmoil within my mind.It was as if I intended so much to do,so much to achieve,but time was slipping away from my hands.
                I came across a book named."Life is what you make it" a fiction novel by an Indian author,Preeti Shenoy.I instantly liked the book when I glanced the first page which had a beautiful inspiring poem.I identified with the lead female protagonist of the book who was exactly of my age.I was deeply engrossed in the book and now when I am about to finish the book,I realized a lot of important things.
               Firstly,Life is short and undecided indeed but yes you can steer the life's path according to your own terms and in your direction just by pure determination,faith and self-confidence.Just remember,"You are the captain of your soul and master of your own fate".
               Secondly,appreciate the gift of your precious life and the people associated with you.Don't expect too much from people,they are there to make our lives easier but not to lead our own life.They can help us out but cannot live our life for us.It's we who have to fight back,our own way.Whatever we get from God of from our well wishers,we should learn to accept it graciously without being selfish and wanting more.
                Lastly,live life your own way.Don't let anyone in this world overpower you and make decisions for you.Trust your own instincts and learn from your own mistakes.So think wisely,live it,dream it and love it.

Those were the days.......back then!!

Life was so simple back then.

I hiding behind my mother and she sheilding me from all my fears.

I used to lose my toys and books back then,but now life seems to have lost its track somehow.

All I used to worry about was my torn clothes,sprained ankles and bruised knee,now I worry about my hopes and dreams ,struggling to sustain them.

My world used to revolve around my mother,her glimpse easing and erasing all my pain.But the world has become bigger now and pain even more intense.

My mother wiping off the tears from my rosy little cheeks,bringing back the shine in my eyes and the smile on my face.The lines of anziety and stress now crisscross my forehead,the smile has diminished,the softness of my mother’s hand does not seem to fix things up.

My slow staggering steps,my mother keeping a watchful eye on me,ushering me to move ahead steadily.Her words were so magical back then,they still are but the path has become more difficult and challenging now.

I remember my mother telling me that I’ll be amazed when I’ll grow up.Yes,things amaze me now when I've grown up.

People were not so complex as they are now.

Life was so simple back then.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquered soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody,but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of shade,
And yet menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

 


(I found these lines written by William Ernest Henley very inspiring and really close to my heart so here it is on my blog.)