खामोश सी नज़र वो

खामोश सी नज़र वो,

कुछ खोई सी, कुछ ढूंढती सी, दुनिया से बेखबर,

तूफानों को रोकती, भर आती जो रह-रह कर,

खामोश-सी नज़र यूँ ही तो नहीं ठहरी थी मुझ पर...

खुलती थीं आशाओं में, बंद होती कई सपने लेकर,

कह जातीँ जाने क्या-क्या बिलकुल चुप रह कर,

गुमसुम-सी नज़र वो, जाने क्यों ठहर जाती थीं मुझ पर...

खुश थीं वो अपने-आप में, हर किस्से से बेफिक्र,

कुछ पाना चाहती थीं सब कुछ खो कर,

बेबाक सी नज़र वो, ठहर जाती है आज भी मुझ पर...

 

A progressive nation...

A progressive nation...

This happened somewhere in a village near UP-Bihar Border, a village which still does not have access to hospitals, schools and transport.
A funeral going on where some 'untouchables' (untouchability still exists) are invited for the last rituals in a Brahman Family as per the custom. The kids in the upper-caste family gather around and during the ritual almost everybody touches them. One of the Pandits (the one who has mugged up entire Vedas and Purans and profoundly calls himself the "Pandit") starts screaming at them right after the ritual saying, "you have touched everybody here and everybody needs to take bath and sprinkle "GangaJal" as part of purification process."
A 50-year old, 10th pass Lady (deprived of education and married at 14) from the Brahman family comes forward and questions everybody loudly, "Who said they are untouchables? Who declared it? Why are they untouchables? Aren't they made up of the same flesh and bones as you and I? How many times have you dared asking your co-passengers their caste while travelling in a train/bus/public transport? Why such things arise only when you're in the premises of your house?" By now, everybody was staring at the lady looking for an answer. "Stop hypocrisy", she demanded this time.

I was standing there, looking at that Lady, admiring her courage to speak up amongst those people who were more educated and much more qualified than her, at least they'd be presuming that they are!

I was speechless, felt like clapping and she deserved it. All that I could do was to walk up to her and hug her. 
I am proud of you Mother! You're the mirror of Progress! I love you!

Blinding Love

Love happens once, I had believed so far, 

But your touch was healing my deepest scar...

Your presence so binding, I forgot all the pains, 

I felt something setting me free from the worldly chains...

Was it just a coincidence or the Almighty was leaving cues?

You were filling the void or I was painting your life with my hues?

Your words were casting a magic spell on me,

Blinded by the aura; mesmerized, I followed thee...

Friend's book!

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/863666162



A story travelling through the mountains, portraying the destruction the floods in Uttrakhand brought- moves you, shakes your inside. Pawan's way of expressing the Betrayal, Love, Hatred, Revenge and Repentance is appreciable. All the emotions expressed in 47 odd pages, Hats off to the literary skills! All the best for the book. I am proud of you, Pawan.


Please read the book and review it on Goodreads. An exciting read for sure!

missing you...

The colours of the sky at the time of sun rise,

The depth of the sea at its midst,

The beauty of the earth in its forests,

The heights of the hills,

The chirruping of the bird in the early morning,

The sadness of the sun at the time of dawning,

The madness of the sea,

The sweetness of the honey-bee,

The innocence of the river,

The kindness of the giver,

The love of the almighty…

Remind me of YOU at this time….

Missing YOU!!!

LOVE is in the AIR!!!

A new dawn with new hopes,

The petals wet with the morning dews,

The pearly glow in the twinkling stars,

Life seems more beautiful without the bars…

Love is touching the life again,

Red is now flowing through the veins,

The heart has thrown away the burden of pains,

And now I happily enjoy the rains…

this post is from Priyank.. He wanted me to publish it on my blog... do leave comments for Priyank!!!

I can see you when my eyes close at night
I dream of us holding each other tight
Our lips touch as they once did
We laugh at the least things together like little kids
My smile never leaves as we are together
we hold each-others hands forever
I can feel the kiss on my forehead as I lie down to rest
and watching the stars all through night with my head on your chest
I look into your eyes and speak my heart
I tell you "I pray to God we never part"
Soon the light comes through my window
As I wake with a tear on my pillow
All my wishes have come to an end
As I face reality :( :(

kuchhh aise hi.....

ये शहर कुछ अजीब सा है,लोग भागते रहते हैं, सुकून के दो पल भी नहीं नसीब होते उन्हें,...

अक्सर छत पे खड़े होकर मैंने, लोगों को आते-जाते देखा है, किसी को कोई मतलब नहीं किसी से...

सब अपनी धुन में रहते हैं,

एक-दूसरे से अनजान.. बस भागते रहते हैं...उनकी दुनिया में जैसे कुछ बचा ही नहीं है..

सुबह नौ बजे सारी भीड़ सडकों पर आ जाती है,

और बारह बजते ही सड़कों पर सन्नाटा पसर जाता है,

यहाँ लोग मुस्कुराते कम हैं, शायद हँसने के लिए फुर्सत नहीं है उनके पास ...

खुद को खोकर जाने क्या पाने की ख्वाहिश है उनकी,

रिश्तों के मायने भी झुठला चुके हैं ये,

ऊंची-ऊंची इमारतों में रहते हैं,

पर अन्दर से जाने कितने खोखले हैं,

शहर के शोर में खुद को डुबा देते हैं,

इस शोर में अपने दिल की आवाज़ तक नही सुन पाते,

जाने क्या चाहते हैं अपने आप से??

ये शहर रंगीन बहुत है .. सादगी से इसका कोई लेना-देना नहीं है,

सब कुछ है इन लोगों के पास , अगर नहीं है तो बस सुकून ...

जिसके लिए वो सब कुछ कर रहे हैं

ये शहर सच में कुछ अजीब सा है!!!!