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Saturday, 27 September 2014

I am much more

when you see a little of me
shedding tears
& laugh it off
how do i tell I am much more 

My zombie like walk, smile & laughter
you watch past
without a care
Do you hear me screaming I am much more

To-do or Not when a routine
you put off your ears to all
& just being numb
I wish i could tell you I am much more

How the black dress created a scene
& you took no effort to explain
frowns did you gave
so badly i wanted to declare I am much more 




Thursday, 18 September 2014

HOPE

When I look at you with stars in my eyes
Your smile assures me to keep the bright
I wait & wait till the bright fades

Look up to you with a question this time
Your kind face calms & forget not to smile
I wait & wait till my wit leaves

Comes to you with a tear this time
You give me your hand & again just a quiet
I wait this time with all my might

Promising to me not a visit this time
However do I be hard with me
Its’only you my dear hope I cling to

is it me who cant stay far
or is it simply your love to see the breaking star
no doubt its your way to adjourn

persistent i get with your every hush
i shall come with my bright, wit & might
for the time till i get my delight

& after that too...for i know you are for me "Hope"




Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Wo mulaqat

Abhi kuch roz pehle he
Ye ajeeb si baat hui
Ki jane wale lamhe se kuch yun mulaqat hui

Jub tha wo jane ki behadd jaldi mein
Aur roka mein ne usko, ruka to
Par mann na tha uska
Kehne laga ab jane do,
Chodo ab jub wo baat gayi
Tum dono ke beech ke wo
Na fursat ke din h, na meethi si raat rahi
Hairaan sa hote hue jub toka mein ne
Par jate kaha ho, hum yahi to hain
Dekho to pehle jaise he
Hass kar humpe, hamare badalne ka andaz kuch yun baya kiya usne

Gayi kaha wo nadaaniya jo hoti thi chidhane ko
Ab to haste ho to bhi lagta hai mano khushi nhi jatane ko
 khali sa jo glass rhta hai pada kisi kone mein
Wo bhi ab to bhul gya ki rehte ho tum bhi isi ghar mein
Sooni si balcony jise mila krte thi wo gulaabi raatein
Rehti hai ab intezaar mein koi ek baar use bhi pukaare
Takiye jo kabhi karte the pyaar ki takraar
Ab bhoj hai unpe karwate badalte do ajnabiyo ki raat

chakit dekh mujhe fir bola wo
Sun liya bahut ya ab bhi kuch sun na baaki h
Jee kar dekho wo samay fir se
Shayad fir lage pata ki lamhe zindagi se nhi milte
Lamho se zindagi banana baaki hai

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Jab “Yun He…” hum the


Yun he subah ke chaddar se jub dikhte the
Aasma pe bane hue wo nishaa
Baya kare jo tute taro ki dastaan
Unse he to sikhe hum jakhm le kar, dawa se rooth jana

Yun dopahar mein khidki ke kone se suni humne
Girti sambhalti un boodo ki kahaniya
Jo jati thi kisi seep mein dhundhne apna aashiya
Kehti gyi humse pyaar mein khud na hokar bhi usko pana

Khushnuma shaam ko yun he khali se ho kar baithe hum
Hawa jo aati thi zara si nami liye
Us ke he bhatke jhoko ne sikhayi aisi awargi
Ki bhul baithe hum bhi apna-sa lagne wala jahaa

Yun he jub raat ki bhi koshish hoti thi sulane ki
chand ki roshni jo aati thi har raat aangan to lagane gale
kuch is tarah gungati thi wo intezaar ka afsana
sikh gaye fir hum bhi sukhe hue aasuyo ke nishaa mitana….

Ye jo har ghadi tum puchte the hamara haal
Us muskurahat k taale mein bandh hui meri aawaz
kis tarah kehti dil ko lagi thes ka wo bhula sa kissa
“yun he”…nhi de pati thi koi jawaab

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Family teaches lesson

I am not one of the kinds who would go to any level for revenge. If you all wonder why have i started at such a hostile note, let me tell you that i have been suffering strengthening by #people'sjudgement&tags they have adorned me with since last month. Now when i say "People" don't assume it to be those related/known to me blindly following the long lines of relations-Grapevine. No, they are the ones with whom i have shared my memorable childhood. It would not be wrong to admit that they used to be the closest sometime. Having known them for years & staying like #cousinsforlife admiring them for the way they cared & loved me, i never imagined our relations to create bad taste ever in my life.

We never knew that the bear hugs we shared will soon be called off with nasty exchange of words. Not an exchange because i am bought up by an over the board patient & forgiving parents. They have remained fervently consistent without losing a bit of their emotional balance. However, not to their extent but i have been gifted by the same virtues. How easy it is to be a foul-mouth with out calculating the risk of losing what all grace has been earned till the time. It doesn't take even a micro second to serve a plate of rumors topped with lemon & coriander leaf which is found equally relishing by the ones who get to savor that. In fact they not only stops there but get high by the mere thought of burping after that. 

Watching these things closely, i have been experiencing a divine feeling of being contented. I feel a vigorous wave of positivism gushing throughout my nerves. What if am younger to them, i know i have been sensitive, understanding & more mature to handle things on my own. I am thankful to my parents who instead of pampering me & suffering my tantrums, inculcated values to be a good human being. They taught me to be respectful for younger as well & never encouraged an insane boasting of my implied authority over others. So for now the mantra is -

For those who claim to reach the stars
Indeed loses their grounds to land
balance goes for a toss & heart goes drained
Do you get some breath or it too falls for your temper
Go get a splash for the ego so high
may it clear the clog of your wise


Monday, 7 April 2014

55 Words Fiction - A precious Gift !!!

Door bell made her leave the seat, bookmarking the webpage. It took some time for her to open the door against the cruel dry summer afternoon wind. 

Moments before her eyes open properly, tiny hands give her something. Unable to say anything to that infectious smile, she started licking "Orange Bar" at door. Simple Pleasures !!!


Wednesday, 2 April 2014

It all happened overnight !!!

I never believed in the theory of people turning up-side down, (not literally, to be read as change) overnight. I mean as quick as a drop of hat...really. I never happened to meet anyone so fickle minded. Changes do come, i agree but there is a structured phenomena for it..right ? Change in attitude, surroundings, job place, roles of life make differences to what you are but certainly not too quick. We get into a new role, observe it, analyse it, evaluate our compatibility to them, making choices of to be or not-to-be and then if found worthy we do change ourselves. Trust me, nothing is tougher than getting our own selves into a compromise with new things. 

Now, what if i say that it all proved a past story for me. Yeah, for a reasonably rigid difficult-to-mould personality. If given a chance i would throw a bash of kisses for the one who propounded "Its difficult to understand a girl's heart". See, he understood the entire breed so correctly. And definitely i am one of them and will remain so until & unless any exceptional list is provided for the saying. To be honest enough, Tanmay has seldom never complaint of me complicating things unnecessarily, blowing petty issues out of proportions, playing a game of Guess What/do you read my heart bulletin everyday (after all, one who says things straight at face is not a girl) etc etc. So we have always been confident that i don't come to the list of demanding fiance who doesn't let go a moment of stealing the show.

And then it happened...without any clue.

Sinjara - is a ceremony done a day before Gangaur (Parvati ji) & Teej, two of the biggest festivities of rajasthan. Basically Sinjara is done for newly wed/to be wed DIL by her in-Laws. Gifts like saree, sweets (Ghewar, to be precise), jewelry are bought to the girl's house, where she gets ready with all 16-singaar. Gifts are exchanged between families and songs of Gangaur maa are sang. Next day, the girl do gangaur puja, elaborated meal is prepared & ladies do sing, dance & pray for a good husband/long life of husband (Little confusion, you know). In and all its a ladies thing which never appealed to me until yesterday. From yesterday morning till the moment i write this (yes, i am still hopeful) i desperately want a sinjara for me. Though the day has already gone but somehow i am clutching to the hope. I too want to wear a saree, do make up & ready to receive hands full of gifts. If you think that i am getting inspired by my mother or anties who do so then let me make it clear that it's not done in our family. It's a typical Jaipur flavor which my family fails to gorge. 

So what, any day is good enough to start with a new thing. If it all can come to my mind, affect my mind & heart by ultimately breaking it into millions of pieces can't these elders sense & act on it. Now that i am almost sure that nothing exciting can happen, i pray to Gangaur to please flush out these super exciting ideas of getting a doll treatment for myself from my mind.

PS - When Tanmay was told about the super heighted & far reached excitement in my adrenaline for it, he lovingly asked me about what all is done & promises all this to me for next year.