Friday 29 January 2010

The Secracy!

Dear blog

Thanks for everything. Though I could never confide in this place, my almost 'secret' world, but I love every bit of it. I was unknowingly reflecting about things and my pen set out on a journey yet again! With due respect to the blessings of my life, I share the following with you :

ज़िन्दगी की लिखावट के बीच
मेरी दास्ताँ भी सिमटती है;
अपने-से लगते इन पन्नो में
कुछ नमी-सी है,
मेरी कहानी के शब्दों में
कुछ कमी-सी है।

रात के अंधियारे के संग
अनकही बातों की गूँज भी ढलती है;
उन बातों में, मेरे ख्वाबों में
कुछ नमी-सी है,
तारों से मिलने की ख्वाहिशों में
कुछ कमी-सी है।

इन पलकों के पार
हजारों एहसास बसते हैं;
उन एहसासों में, मेरे इशारों में
कुछ नमी-सी है,
सपने से भरी आँखों में भी
कुछ कमी-सी है।

सब कुछ थोड़ा-सा धुन्दला तो है,
जिंदगी का रंग-रूप कुछ बदला तो है,
आँखों की नमी से
ज़िन्दगी की कमी तो नम हो जाएगी,
पर उस कमी का क्या
जो उस नमी का ही सारांश है ?

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Friday 15 January 2010

STANDING ALONE !

Dear blog

This time I am sad. And my very own people are making me sad. For reasons dirtier than ever, 'they' have turned against me. During such testing times, when I really needed them to be just besides me, I am seeing them standing in the opposite team! I wish I could think of anything else, I wish I could just count on the blessings I have, I wish I did not get hurt, I wish nothing really happened between us ...

Anyway, the following words are nothing but my emotional outburst. I hope I stand high in these high tides ...

STANDING ALONE

Though the colors are a bit dirty now,
Life's still courageously colorful.
Friends of friends have become tricky,
I'm doubtful if 'they' ever, were friends or can ever be ???

Cruelly, 'they' inflicted the pain,
And I'm searching reasons to continue to be kind
Still confused if I'm sad about the pain
Or because healers are fewer now, at this end ...

In the childish pursuit of being good,
I misspelled impossible as I'M POSSIBLE !
Though I find the new spelling better,
But I'm accused of going wrong with those letters ...

I wish 'they' never showed that they hate,
I wish 'they' had just put it in words.
But I'll try to neither show nor tell
That I've simply stopped loving 'them' all ...

I may never rage a war against 'them',
Even if my side has been wronged upon.
I may never wish 'them' bad in life
But I've certainly stopped wishing 'them' good either ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...