Bhai

Bhai

Bhai not the mumbaiya language one but Bhai i.e. what I call him, my sibling, my younger brother, I also call him Vahi :) at times.

As a child he was very innocent, simply cute and adorable, I remember he use to run away from his class and use to hide under my desk and I supported him in doing so as I could never see him crying, can’t see now as well.He was like a dearest toy to me with those twinkling eyes, sweet smile and thise adorable dimples; a gift given by my mom and whom I’ll never want to loose. He always wanted to do what I did, I had and whatever I wanted, I guess younger siblings are like that only; and at the end I used to bow down to all his demands as everyone use to say, “ beta vo chotta hai tum toh bade ho, samjhdaar ho.” And truly speaking I hated that, at times I was jealous why am I not younger or why didn’t I had a sister (girls are more sensible and less irritating). But you realize the importance of a brother when he grows up.

As we grew up, my brother acted like he didn't care,
but I always knew he looked out for me when I wasn’t there….

And now that he is grown up, he behaves like my elder brother, is very caring but never shows that. We have fought millions of times; I have cried for him and even due to him, there had also been times when we have not talked for days BUT there had been times when we have chatted and laughed on the same and various things. Earlier I never use to treat him like a friend but now we have revealed so many secrets and have discussed words which I never thought I would have discussed to my brother, I realized a brother is a friend given by nature. It feels proud that my younger bro who was and still is a child to me has grown up now he is my support system, at times when he might not be knowing also, he inspires me as he is ambitious and hard working person living on his own terms and intelligent plus a very positive person. He has imagination to convert negative into positive things and ambitious to achieve anything in life. I know he thinks such impossible things that we can only dream, but I know he can achieve that. He is little bit cool guy and little bit hot tempered, but as he sees more world, he realized it and started adopting good habits. His creativity is beyond the limits. I know he has a key of my life, but he never uses me or blackmails me because he knows difference between right and wrong. On the other side he is lazy and work with adjustments, but when point comes towards the dead end, he runs faster than a star.

I hate him when he is up to his stupid pjs but they make me laugh... He irritates me to his utmost capacity. But I guess all brothers are of same genes giving them chivious nature, and they consider as their right to irritate their sisters. But due to this they are remembered most in their absence…

At last I would like to say to him,
January to December
Sunday to Saturday
Am to Pm
My feelings for u have never changed….. ..
U….
R….
Always….
A HEADACHE to me!!!!

BUT STILL I LOVE THIS HEADACHE COZ U R MY SWEETEST BROTHER....

कोई तुमसे पूछे

कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,
तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं .
एक दोस्त है कच्चा पक्का सा ,
एक झूठ है आधा सच्चा सा .
जज़्बात को ढके एक पर्दा बस ,
एक बहाना है अच्छा अच्छा सा .
जीवन का एक ऐसा साथी है ,
जो दूर हो के पास नहीं .
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,
तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं .
हवा का एक सुहाना झोंका है ,
कभी नाज़ुक तो कभी तुफानो सा .
शक्ल देख कर जो नज़रें झुका ले ,
कभी अपना तो कभी बेगानों सा .
जिंदगी का एक ऐसा हमसफ़र ,
जो समंदर है , पर दिल को प्यास नहीं .
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,
तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं .
एक साथी जो अनकही कुछ बातें कह जाता है ,
यादों में जिसका एक धुंधला चेहरा रह जाता है .
यूँ तो उसके न होने का कुछ गम नहीं ,
पर कभी - कभी आँखों से आंसू बन के बह जाता है .
यूँ रहता तो मेरे तसव्वुर में है ,
पर इन आँखों को उसकी तलाश नहीं .
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं ,
तुम कह देना कोई ख़ास नहीं