Sunday, November 29, 2009

Hum rishton ki duniya mein rehtein hai

When we win an argument we lose a relationship. So better not argue, at least with the one who mean a lot to you. There is always a difference of perception, thinking, between two individuals. And especially when there is a generation gap and imagine, how wider this gap would it be if it involves a communication gap.

And between these gaps there is a vacuum, and this vacuum is because of lack of understanding and lack of egoless love. People care for each other a lot and why not, they related by blood, but, the problem is this BUT which always comes between relationships. Why can’t they agree to one point of view, why there is a clash, unsaid, unspoken but it is. This is something someone will never be able to resolve, but it hurts, when people are part of your aura. But at every end, there is a hope, some day, at some point the poles apart old and new generation will meet.

NG loves freedom, independence is their motto, they listen to OG, respect their view but do what they feel like, and OG is so caring but so insecure about NG, they are so eager to help, to mentor and guide, they however forget that whenever you try to clasp sand tightly in your hands, the more quickly it flows off. And these conversations are just so debatable, that there is no end to who is right and who is wrong, and I feel this is the biggest problem is that no one is wrong, but everyone wants to prove that the opposite person is wrong when they are not, it’s just you are right on your stand.

Hum rishton ki duniya mein rehtein hai,

Dillo ki doori ka gum sehtein hai,

Nasamjhi ke dal dal mein hai jaa fase,

Jo khudko samajhdaar kehtein hai.

Friday, November 20, 2009

प्यार


उसका आना भी अनजाना सा लगता है, जब कोई दोस्त बेगाना सा लगता है
किताबों में खुशबू तोह बंद कर लेते है शायद, पर जाने क्यों वोह फिर पुराना सा लगता है
अपनी ख्वाहिशों का हिसाब रख पाते मगर, हर ख्वाब टूटा पैमाना सा लगता है
दिलों को जोड़ता सच्चा प्यार हो हासिल, कुछ खो देना भी तब पाना सा लगता है
पावो ने मंजिल को पाना ठान लिया जब, हर रास्ता तब पहचाना सा लगता है।


This piece of beautiful poem is written by my friend Shweta, i luved it n so posted it...

Saturday, November 14, 2009

मैं




टूट कर जो बिखर जाए वोह ख्वाब नही मैं,
हसरत से सब अनजान है जिसकी वो राज सही मैं
हर गलती को शायद माफ़ कर पर जो उसे भूला दे वो अंदाज नही मैं,
किसी दिल के करीब सही पर दूर किसी की याद सही मैं
शायद किसी की हर खुशी का आगाज नही मैं,
पर हर गम में साथ सही मैं
मोती बन जो बिखर जाए वो अश्को की बरसात नही मैं,
बिखरे मोतियों को समेटने का विश्वास सही मैं
क्या कहू क्या नही मैं,
ना समझ पाओ तो सवाल और समझ पाओ तोह उस सवाल का जवाब सही मैं

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Moon


Surfing on some emotional waves, R walked towards the garden, found a corner place where no one could see her. As it is she was not visible in that dark winter night, not even those water droplets which were rolling down her cheeks, some which her eyes were trying to hold, and made her vision blur. After sometime when she started feeling some pain in her throat, she started comforting and consoling herself, and during the same she sensed sweet smell, and they were those small flowers of raat ki rani (night blooming jasmine)

She explored the place through her eyes, it was not dark, there was moon light covering as a sheet over the darkness, then she stared at moon over her head, it was bright smiley it seemed, the craters on moon looked like forming two eyes watching her with a bright smile. It seemed the luminescence had radiated her from inside, as this visualization brought smile on her face.

R whom I’m telling about is no one else but it’s me, and I smiled looking at the moon because I retrospect something sweet watching that moon, during my degree college days, when I used to live at a flat on 4th floor in Mumbai, at night before going to a sound sleep I used to stare at moon for hours, at times it looked so beautiful that I couldn’t resist messaging my friends, “Look at that moon outside it’s looking awesome.” And that day looked even beautiful as my heart remembered those words of jyo, saying, “When we’ll not be together and will be miles apart, this moon will be the only common thing between all of us.” At that moment I just smiled and I found those lines a bit filmy but they seemed true that day, when I was alone but soon found company of MOON.

During my childhood days, everyone used to call moon as chanda mama and I hated chanda mama because I was afraid of him, as what seems to me a smiley today, seemed as a devil staring at me. I don’t remember when my perception changed, but yes it did.

That night I just watched moon for hours, and this was one of the best times I’ve lived with myself, at times we just don’t need anyone except ourselves, and I can’t say that night I was alone, as the moon was my companion.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

क्यू ?


जो चाहते है वो क्यू नही होता?
जिसे चाहते है वो क्यू नही मिलता?
क्यू देते है दर्द जो हमे चाहते है?
क्यू इन चाहतो से बढ़कर हमारे लिए कुछ नही होता?
क्यू ज़िन्दगी हर पल नई करवट लेती है?
क्यू इस चलती गाड़ी में रुकावट होती है ?
इस रुकावट के लिए हमारे सिवा कोई खेद क्यू नही करता?
क्यू इन सवालों का जवाब कोई क्यू नही देता?