तुम..

दिल की सुनी अब तक
धड़कनों में डूबा रहा कब तक
पता नहीं कब ख़ुद से हो गया अनजान
दिल हो गया काफ़िर
तुम जो बस गये
सपनों में
गीतों में।

हक़ीक़त लगने लगी पहेली
दीपक की रोशनी लगने लगी प्यारी
रात का होने लगा इंतज़ार
जागी एक प्यास सी
तुम जो बस गये
आँखो में
दिल में।

तलब है उस ख़ुदा से
शुक्रिया अदा करूँ उसका
कि उसने तुम्हें बनाया
इतनी तबीयत से
कि सीधे तुम आकर बस गये
रोम रोम में
रूह में ।

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A New Beginning…

My mind is a blank canvas,
And your thoughts are the ink…
Etching memories together
That last forever.

Savoring the moments with every breath
And beats of the heart
Binding them with the string of time
That lasts permanently.

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Tried…

I cried, and I tried
Heart beat, still I am dead
Ink faded, and I craved
For the words, and I failed

Lightning of emotions stuck
Rendered me numb
While I stood still
Leaves of love fumbled.

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Dear You,

This world is not your wish granting factory, so don’t keep your dreams and hope up always. Most of the times you will have to face situations you don’t want to, hear words you wish didn’t exist, do things you wish weren’t feasible; but ultimately you will have to accept the fact. The fact that whatever happens to you is ultimately result of some of your past actions, and you and only you are solely responsible for that. Keep your mind clear of things for which you shouldn’t worry. Worrying unnecessarily about stuff will get to you, so don’t do that. Live life on your terms, with someone who understands you. Love someone, but never rule someone, for no one is your slave. If you think you can rule someone, you are deeply mistaken. You are no fucking dictator, you are just a tiny human being, who is made of 70% water. That’s all what you are. Don’t think too much. Learn to keep mind empty sometimes, because that’s also important. Don’t get angry, because it’s worthless. Better utilize your energy in working out, or thinking. Life is limited, don’t waste it arguing something petty. Their is dearth of caring people out here in this world, do your part. People will like you, acknowledge your talent. You will be subdued by this world. People will try to utilize you, use you, as if you are a commodity for them. Help them, but also learn to say no sometimes. Never pass the fault to someone. If it’s your fault, just accept it. That’s the way you will learn things, by doing them first hand. Like it’s said ,”If you wish for rain, be prepared for mud too”. Life ain’t forgiving, it’s you who make life forgive you. The world will make you cry, make you lose hope in yourself, but don’t give up yet. If you want to cry, just cry, don’t think. Don’t think what people will think of you. The only person who stops you from doing something is you. You are your own biggest fear. Try to overcome that. Life is too short to regret not doing the thing you always wanted to. Take chances, take risk, listen to heart. Love truly, completely. Love someone blindly without asking anything in return, even if it consumes you. Love will all your heart, and not with brain. If you love with brain, that won’t be called love; you will be just under illusion. Expect less, but whatever you expect, let the other person know that. Read books, write down your feelings. Love is not sex, but love is holding hands and realizing this is the moment of happiness. Express yourself, for if you don’t, no one will ever know what you thought of. Learn to spend time alone, to know yourself. Don’t rush on decisions. Don’t judge people. You never know what someone might have faced recently. You ain’t no dictator or lord of this works that you have the right to judge other people. Learn to empathize. And maybe then the world will seem a bit beautiful..
Your Alter Ego.

I Wish…

A few ants struggled to carry a few grains of rice, their walk was haphazard, but I guess they knew what they were doing. A squirrel climbed up the neem tree, and looked cautiously at the event unfolding before him. Though still, he still had that electric movement stored in the legs. A cool breeze blew for just a moment, which offered some respite in the hot and humid day. Though I sat under that neem tree, it was still hot. That neem tree has a special history with me. We both are of the same age. I guess he was planted the day I was born. And now, he has blossomed in a big huge tree, which will go on to live for another 100 years. I witnessed his birth, and if possible, maybe he will witness my death. I just want to sit under that tree, listen to all the birds that come there and sit on his branch. It’s so peaceful there, so many sounds yet so calm. Every time I visit my home, I go there and hug him. I guess if he understands me or sees me through the corner of his secret eye. When sunlight comes filtering through his leaves, the camouflaged pattern dances on the floor, of the leaves and the branches. Ants, squirm through the trunks, in perfect lines, like we used to do back in our school days. Rain would come, and wash away all the settled up dust. I wish we both exchanged our places. I would become a tree, and the neem tree would become a  human, and hug me whenever he would be back home. I would welcome the birds, the squirrels, the ants; and each year, we would celebrate our birthdays. In the breeze, I would sway, carelessly, the leaves would dance recklessly. New fruits would be borne, birds would feast, and I would be happy. Somewhere in another parallel universe, maybe I’m one.

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In the Open Sky

Birds I believe live more freely; for if they could write their feelings, they would go like this…

In the open sky 
I soar above high
Where air of freedom abounds
And love and hate don’t fight like hounds
Looking down,
I see people frown
When life is too small
To waste it walking tall.
Where ants are more civilized
And sharks are more polite
Where trees are cut down
And seeds of caste,gender and religion are sown
Where earth is drenched in blood
While the sea of tears flood
Where idols are prayed
While real women are raped
It’s good I soar above high
In the open sky
Where air of freedom is sweet
And love knows no limit. 

The Cloud and The Earth

It was raining outside my window. The clouds were in full flow with all the passion to shower that rain over the dry earth, the earth who waited for so long for this moment. This is so romantic. As the rain drops were absorbed in her skin, the skin of earth, the soil, a fresh fragrance rose out, something ecstatic, something pure. I believe this is the gift of the earth for the clouds, when the yearning finally ends. The conjugation of this cloud and the earth seems and feels like a true love story, an eternal one, having all the elements of the perfect romance. Without rain, the earth is just dry, all cracked up, lifeless; the separation is too much to bear. Like there’s a pain in heart, a pain of being away from the love. All that is there is just the wait, wait for the rain filled clouds to come back home and shower it’s love. There’s a hope, a fearless dauntless hopeful hope. The wait for one and only one true love is almost nearing its end.
And the clouds, filled with rain for his darling, when they arrive, they arrive in their own style. With lightnings and thunderstorm, they announce their own arrival and make the earth even more restless. Imagine two lovers, one waiting on the other side of the door, growing impatient with every passing moment, while the other arriving as fast as he could to meet her. That restlessness is in the form of soft breeze, blowing calmly yet with an intensity that picks up momentum slowly as the moment of meeting comes near. The clouds, in their own swag, continue with their own light and sound show and gathers up the courage to meet the love after a long time. When finally the cloud arrives at the door, everything falls silent and they both embraces each other with a doting passion. The clouds embrace the earth and shower the rain all over her. The earth seems vibrant now, even more colourful than she was earlier. Tears run down the face of earth, in the form of rivulets, tears of happiness, of joy, of union. And then they go on making love, while the scent of love fills up the air.
The clouds embrace the earth, hug her silently, all silent now, when all the love has been showered. And then with a bright smile, the earth seems happy, smiling widely in a jovial mood, while the cloud in her embrace watches the colourful  smile light up the sky, in form of the rainbow. And that’s when the sun gathers up some courage to come out slowly, to provide some warmth. The flowers are happy, so are the trees and the birds. They all go out and sing their own song and make merry. The love in nature is so pure and so sure that I have no more words to express it.
All the floods and all, I believe this is the result of the cloud’s anger, to see his darling the earth in a painful condition, conditions brought upon by the humans. Imagine if someone hurt your darling, your one true love, wouldn’t you be angry? This is a perfect love story, a perfect union, which keeps on repeating itself.

I will burn away some day,
I will fade away one day,
But till I am here,
I will love you everyday.

Market Unfolds…

And then everything seemed vibrant.
When the sun came up shining brightly after the rain.
In the market, which is a small one, people thronged to buy fresh vegetables and fruits, it being Sunday. The breeze was still strong, and the plastic sheets in green and blue and yellow covers which were connected by strings to the tree or poles swayed ferociously. The color of tomatoes was enhanced by the light filtered through the sheets, and so was the color of other vegetables. Vendors would place their items wherever they found place, and the market was packed. Vehicles were all parked outside, everyone moved about carrying carry bags. The breeze would blow again, and the dried brown and yellow leaves would roll over and be carried away, just like small kids playing in the vast playground they have. Some people stood in line outside the ATM, waiting patiently for the person to finish his transaction. One of the two machines would be out of service, and the time would take even longer. ATM machine would be feeling rich, for he has so much of cash, notes of 1000, 500 and so on. The other machine would have called in sick that day, and would be relaxing in the conditioned air. And this other one had to do all the work.
In the market, all kinds of people come. Some come to sell, some come to buy. Some come with kids, and I go there to see the people, how they react, how they behave. Not that I don’t buy stuff, but I find it interesting to observe people.

Hope

Hope, you know, it never ends. It dies with death only. Even the fear of death doesn’t detest or weakens the hope. It makes it even stronger. Hope is like a dark tunnel. A tunnel which may have been neglected, old, ruined, dirty; yet if it’s a tunnel, no matter in what condition it is in, it will always have an opening. And when the first ray of light will be visible, you will realize that hope never dies. We do not know the vastness of this entire universe. We are just tini tiny human beings, living in some city, in a tini tiny planet called earth. The Milky Way. We do not know what is unknown. So all we have with us is hope. We set alarm to wake up in the morning. What is that if not hope. Hope that the next day I will wake up and continue to live my life. Who knows what might happen while you are asleep. Yet there’s a hope somewhere.

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Intricate worlds

follow your nose

The sun is already well above the horizon, but I go on down anyway.
It’s a tiny paradise of riotous sound down here, a cacophony of birds – funny to think we associate being in nature with quiet, when it can be so very noisy.
A red-winged blackbird flies straight at me as if to say, Hello! Where have you been? It’s been a few days, and you’ve missed all kinds of things – the buds are all over the trees, the geese have taken over the duck ponds, and they fight with the muskrat who’s always after their eggs, and the turtles are back, and so much is going on… what happened to you?red-winged blackbird speaksThe push-pull – some days I think, really I don’t need any more half-assed nature photos, so I skip it, stay home and do yoga.
Other days I head out, starting with a kind of…

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