Threads of time...
Friday, September 28, 2007
Waiting..
Ret par the jo unke kadmo ke taaza nishaan
woh waqt ke saath dhumil ho kar bhartey rhey....
hume to thi khalish unse milke jiney aur marney ki
woh na jaane kin galiyon se ho kar har roz gujartey rhey...
Fully agree with the dictum of creating time and not to wait for distant future for things to happen. Nothing happen on its own except misery and natural disaster.Changes are caused with seeds carefully sown in the present and results reaped in due course of time.
GB Shaw said " Take care to get what you like or you will be forced to like what you get " .
One who waits endlessly... never gets anywhere. For life is in constant flux ,with change being the only constant one has to break the inertia and create those moments to capture the drifting benefits which might slip away on sands of time.
The universe is driven by causality, with effect being inherently present in the cause on inception like seeds in a fruit or flower. However no cause is complete without timing the result ( deadlines are important factor in modern world !) . Another poignant point is of willingness to accept the results as they come by and then build upon them rather then waiting for the muse to smile on us one fine day !
Waiting is a virtue only to the extent of continuum required for cause to ripen into sweet fruit...
endless waiting certainly is not desirable in life confined between between two finite points of existence !
woh waqt ke saath dhumil ho kar bhartey rhey....
hume to thi khalish unse milke jiney aur marney ki
woh na jaane kin galiyon se ho kar har roz gujartey rhey...
Fully agree with the dictum of creating time and not to wait for distant future for things to happen. Nothing happen on its own except misery and natural disaster.Changes are caused with seeds carefully sown in the present and results reaped in due course of time.
GB Shaw said " Take care to get what you like or you will be forced to like what you get " .
One who waits endlessly... never gets anywhere. For life is in constant flux ,with change being the only constant one has to break the inertia and create those moments to capture the drifting benefits which might slip away on sands of time.
The universe is driven by causality, with effect being inherently present in the cause on inception like seeds in a fruit or flower. However no cause is complete without timing the result ( deadlines are important factor in modern world !) . Another poignant point is of willingness to accept the results as they come by and then build upon them rather then waiting for the muse to smile on us one fine day !
Waiting is a virtue only to the extent of continuum required for cause to ripen into sweet fruit...
endless waiting certainly is not desirable in life confined between between two finite points of existence !
Labels: Flux that life is..
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Inertia...
ONCE upon a time a bird fall in love ...... wid a white rose. ....... one day she proposed to him but he refused............ he said i dont luv u but............... bird came daily and propose to him still then.............. white rose said when i'll turn in red, i'll luv u after that. One day bird came n cut her wings n spread her blood on the rose n rose turned red then rose realized how much bird loved him but it was toooo late.. bird was dead................................... so respect the love n feelings of the person who loves u.... INDIFFERENCE to someone who Loves U inturn...puts one back in inertia and eventual extinction ! No life saving drug is useful after someone is gone...one may take his/her time to make-up mind but what use it would be if after the curtains are drawn ?
Life is always about analysising and timing our responses ... an eye for an eye is no solution. Also because we wouldn't wanna undergo hardship involved in taking a more decisive path..wd also mean we will loose out on a opportunity to outgrow such situation which life may throw at us from time to time... however we must avoid being a doormat at all cost.. no relationship can grow at the expense of genuine self-respect and self worth !
Life is always about analysising and timing our responses ... an eye for an eye is no solution. Also because we wouldn't wanna undergo hardship involved in taking a more decisive path..wd also mean we will loose out on a opportunity to outgrow such situation which life may throw at us from time to time... however we must avoid being a doormat at all cost.. no relationship can grow at the expense of genuine self-respect and self worth !
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Chhote chhote se armaan
Mein hun ek chhota sa insaan
chhote chhote mere armaan
chahe jindagi ke chu lu asmaan
hun mein ek chhota sa insaan
Unmukt parindon ki manind
jahan chahun wahan jaaun
gulab ki adhkhili kopal jaise
kissi ke ansoon meim muskuraun
Mandir banu to kahin madhushala
har dil mein har pal ullahas jagaun
na ho koi gair, na hi kissi se bair
dilon mein jiyu aur dilon mein so jaaun
Tan ,mann , dhan ki itni punji kamaun
khud khaun,sabko khilaun, jo bache
woh aane wali pidiyon ke liye chor jaaun
rota hua aaya tha hansta hansata jaaun
Shohrat ki nahin koi lalsa mujhko
bas kissi ka mann na dukhaaun
ho sakey to yeh var de prabhu
ki jiyun khul ke marne se pehle
aur kuch yaadein chhor jaaun
Jab beh nikle ansooan ki koi phuhar
ek ek katrey mein firse muskuraaun
ruke nahin jindagi ka behta jharna
maruun to tere sagar mein mil jaaun
Mein hun ek chhota sa insaan
chhote chhote se mere armaan
naam chehra chahe mitt jaaye
tara ban asmaan mein jagmagaun
jab bhi dekhun wahan se dharti par
sabko hansta khelta khushhaal hi paaun.
chhote chhote mere armaan
chahe jindagi ke chu lu asmaan
hun mein ek chhota sa insaan
Unmukt parindon ki manind
jahan chahun wahan jaaun
gulab ki adhkhili kopal jaise
kissi ke ansoon meim muskuraun
Mandir banu to kahin madhushala
har dil mein har pal ullahas jagaun
na ho koi gair, na hi kissi se bair
dilon mein jiyu aur dilon mein so jaaun
Tan ,mann , dhan ki itni punji kamaun
khud khaun,sabko khilaun, jo bache
woh aane wali pidiyon ke liye chor jaaun
rota hua aaya tha hansta hansata jaaun
Shohrat ki nahin koi lalsa mujhko
bas kissi ka mann na dukhaaun
ho sakey to yeh var de prabhu
ki jiyun khul ke marne se pehle
aur kuch yaadein chhor jaaun
Jab beh nikle ansooan ki koi phuhar
ek ek katrey mein firse muskuraaun
ruke nahin jindagi ka behta jharna
maruun to tere sagar mein mil jaaun
Mein hun ek chhota sa insaan
chhote chhote se mere armaan
naam chehra chahe mitt jaaye
tara ban asmaan mein jagmagaun
jab bhi dekhun wahan se dharti par
sabko hansta khelta khushhaal hi paaun.
Labels: Armaan..
Power of words...
Power of words
Ever imagined what would be the world like without words ? Would mankind had progressed to the extent it did and continue to do so if there were no words to crystallise thoughts,plans,aspirations,feelings,designs and all that which was needed communicating.There would be noises for sure but no meanings and interpretations. Something akin to a newborn baby only adept to crying ,smiling and making gestures. To be human and manifest the power invested in them words would undoubtably be the most powerful tool invented as medium to transform any conceivable string of thought into tangible reality.
Word would have been the foremost civilised need of mankind after basic fullfillment of food and shelter. So for self-actualisation and concretisation of all abstract surrounding him man invented words - written and spoken expression of his experiences and the world around him. Be it most basic pictorial depiction or little advanced formation of charactors/symbols conveying meanings or advanced evolution of systematised language built-up from alpahbets to complex words. Shines through all these is the brilliance and astounding power of human life.
If words were not there would have been only noises and meaningless silence.There would have been perhaps no heart and soul, only animation of mundane needs for survival.It would have been total inertia and stagnation leading to living death. And yet we so much underestimate the power of dialogue, the most soft yet gigantic power of words. Interestingly act of violence would have still survived in all its raw and dispicable form .But to create peace,learn and evolve, to ride on wings of creativity in truest sense as well to give full play to human emotions words have to be the only blessing man would ever need.
Words are power
words are tools of transformation
words go beyond life and death
words are true measure of evolution
words are what we are.
Ever imagined what would be the world like without words ? Would mankind had progressed to the extent it did and continue to do so if there were no words to crystallise thoughts,plans,aspirations,feelings,designs and all that which was needed communicating.There would be noises for sure but no meanings and interpretations. Something akin to a newborn baby only adept to crying ,smiling and making gestures. To be human and manifest the power invested in them words would undoubtably be the most powerful tool invented as medium to transform any conceivable string of thought into tangible reality.
Word would have been the foremost civilised need of mankind after basic fullfillment of food and shelter. So for self-actualisation and concretisation of all abstract surrounding him man invented words - written and spoken expression of his experiences and the world around him. Be it most basic pictorial depiction or little advanced formation of charactors/symbols conveying meanings or advanced evolution of systematised language built-up from alpahbets to complex words. Shines through all these is the brilliance and astounding power of human life.
If words were not there would have been only noises and meaningless silence.There would have been perhaps no heart and soul, only animation of mundane needs for survival.It would have been total inertia and stagnation leading to living death. And yet we so much underestimate the power of dialogue, the most soft yet gigantic power of words. Interestingly act of violence would have still survived in all its raw and dispicable form .But to create peace,learn and evolve, to ride on wings of creativity in truest sense as well to give full play to human emotions words have to be the only blessing man would ever need.
Words are power
words are tools of transformation
words go beyond life and death
words are true measure of evolution
words are what we are.
Labels: We r the words
Words Vs Silence
Silence is deafening
silence is brutal
silence is injustice
silence is indifferent
silence is sword of death
silence is denial of existence
silence can never bring peace
Words are nirvana
words can heal
words can bring progress
words can help empathise
words can instill and invigorate life
words can help bond and unite
words can bring truce and joy
words can hurt and harm but silence kills.
silence is brutal
silence is injustice
silence is indifferent
silence is sword of death
silence is denial of existence
silence can never bring peace
Words are nirvana
words can heal
words can bring progress
words can help empathise
words can instill and invigorate life
words can help bond and unite
words can bring truce and joy
words can hurt and harm but silence kills.
Labels: Words again
Friday, September 21, 2007
Dependency ..
Do not depend
Life will prepare you to stand alone
Within your body is your own temple
With manequin of your mind , heart and soul
Dependence will bind you to external
Independence will lead you to inner whole
Others would make you look insignificant
Travel within to discover possibilities untold
Fleetingness and transiency plague external
Inside is where you would find anchor to hold
Out there are lurking hyenas in sheeps clothing
Begging,cajoling,schemeing ,reviling,kniving
playful,deceitful and denouncing your existence
with rarest of rare chance of encountering an angel
Life is not for denouncing or to be written-off
Cherishing and treasuring are writing in gold
Within you resides a fairy always with you for You
Dressed in colors of your dreams,apirations
abilities,capabilities and hidden sublimations
Light that we so much seek outside burns within
A lifetime experience of freedom from within
A microcosm to be experienced and seen !
Life will prepare you to stand alone
Within your body is your own temple
With manequin of your mind , heart and soul
Dependence will bind you to external
Independence will lead you to inner whole
Others would make you look insignificant
Travel within to discover possibilities untold
Fleetingness and transiency plague external
Inside is where you would find anchor to hold
Out there are lurking hyenas in sheeps clothing
Begging,cajoling,schemeing ,reviling,kniving
playful,deceitful and denouncing your existence
with rarest of rare chance of encountering an angel
Life is not for denouncing or to be written-off
Cherishing and treasuring are writing in gold
Within you resides a fairy always with you for You
Dressed in colors of your dreams,apirations
abilities,capabilities and hidden sublimations
Light that we so much seek outside burns within
A lifetime experience of freedom from within
A microcosm to be experienced and seen !
Labels: The fairy within ...
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Aaina ....
Dil hai par mehsoos nahin karta hai
dimage hai par soachta nahin hai
jubaan hai jo ladkhadati hai kuch kehne se
kaan hai jo sirf antarmagn hi rehte hain
bahar ke kolahal mein kissi ko kuch sujhta nahin hai
do paaye hain hum par chopayon se tej bhagte hain
insaan hain hum par saans lene se ghabraate hain
marne ke darr se har pal jiye marey jaate hain
apne aap se bhi apna chehra chhupate hain
aisa hi hai to kyuon aaine ke saamne jaate hain !
dimage hai par soachta nahin hai
jubaan hai jo ladkhadati hai kuch kehne se
kaan hai jo sirf antarmagn hi rehte hain
bahar ke kolahal mein kissi ko kuch sujhta nahin hai
do paaye hain hum par chopayon se tej bhagte hain
insaan hain hum par saans lene se ghabraate hain
marne ke darr se har pal jiye marey jaate hain
apne aap se bhi apna chehra chhupate hain
aisa hi hai to kyuon aaine ke saamne jaate hain !
Labels: Aati jaati saansen....
She lives in my dreams...
She lives in my dream
She is femininity incarnate
Her face radiating intelligence
Exuding confidence and courage
Her eyes gleaming with compassion
A gentle soul with poise and grace
Such soft and clear voice of exuberance
Heart nurtured with warmth and passion
Sensitized and awakened she moves souls
Restlessly she toils to make a difference
Moving like a lioness head held high
She is nobility and poetry in motion
Behind beautiful angelic face lies
A deep sea of feelings and emotions
Such uncanny and candid thoughtfulness
Such depth and breadth of assimilation
Blessed with coy simplicity and humility
She is path-breaker commanding adulation
A magnificent creation of divine intervention
She is a woman, a jewel crafted with perfection !
She is femininity incarnate
Her face radiating intelligence
Exuding confidence and courage
Her eyes gleaming with compassion
A gentle soul with poise and grace
Such soft and clear voice of exuberance
Heart nurtured with warmth and passion
Sensitized and awakened she moves souls
Restlessly she toils to make a difference
Moving like a lioness head held high
She is nobility and poetry in motion
Behind beautiful angelic face lies
A deep sea of feelings and emotions
Such uncanny and candid thoughtfulness
Such depth and breadth of assimilation
Blessed with coy simplicity and humility
She is path-breaker commanding adulation
A magnificent creation of divine intervention
She is a woman, a jewel crafted with perfection !
Labels: She is a woman
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Akhir Fanah ...
Why sometimes acceptance is so difficult
why he couldn't say that he was unfortunate
why despite of best effort he cdn't have
a mother , though he was born to her
sisters though they shared same shelter
didn't had a brother who would care
had only his father who always dared
and embraced him when he shuddered
friends old n new walked their path in life
far far away to there destinations
hardships,criticism ,deprivation could not
hold one back so he climbed the stairs
marriage supposedly union filling that void
brought another shock still lacking in care
one can't run away from destiny
no matter how much one dares
outside battles can be fought and won
what to do with soul shredded thread bare
by closed one for whom he toiled unspared
and his own stupid adamancy to
not to share what actually was there
victim of his own committment and promises
while he cried , blead and suffered in despair
everyone else slept with ignorant flare
not one but four decades of annhilation
was not enough to squelch the spirit
so relentless barrage of blows rained
to drown each of his surviving hope
of still being luved and cared !
what causes did he make to be despised
and isolated like a bad nightmare
whom should he live for and what to die for
where to turn to in the whole world
bereft of single soul for him here !
whats life an enigma, a jewel
or just unwanted pile of burnt ashes
blown and dispersed in the air ?
each day he stands up with hope
today he might get to live
but dark night brings yet
more darkened snare
he was never a son, brother
or a husband albeit
a piece of furniture
used and discarded
like an orphan
cursed forever
doomed
A failure ?
why he couldn't say that he was unfortunate
why despite of best effort he cdn't have
a mother , though he was born to her
sisters though they shared same shelter
didn't had a brother who would care
had only his father who always dared
and embraced him when he shuddered
friends old n new walked their path in life
far far away to there destinations
hardships,criticism ,deprivation could not
hold one back so he climbed the stairs
marriage supposedly union filling that void
brought another shock still lacking in care
one can't run away from destiny
no matter how much one dares
outside battles can be fought and won
what to do with soul shredded thread bare
by closed one for whom he toiled unspared
and his own stupid adamancy to
not to share what actually was there
victim of his own committment and promises
while he cried , blead and suffered in despair
everyone else slept with ignorant flare
not one but four decades of annhilation
was not enough to squelch the spirit
so relentless barrage of blows rained
to drown each of his surviving hope
of still being luved and cared !
what causes did he make to be despised
and isolated like a bad nightmare
whom should he live for and what to die for
where to turn to in the whole world
bereft of single soul for him here !
whats life an enigma, a jewel
or just unwanted pile of burnt ashes
blown and dispersed in the air ?
each day he stands up with hope
today he might get to live
but dark night brings yet
more darkened snare
he was never a son, brother
or a husband albeit
a piece of furniture
used and discarded
like an orphan
cursed forever
doomed
A failure ?
Labels: He
Monday, September 17, 2007
The rising sun....
Today lets create something new
lets put smile on saddened faces
lets remove clouds of gloom
lets spread cheers and bonhomie
lets fashion new rules and new vistas
lets not let a dampened spirit to seek recluse
lets not let sun of hope to fade away
lets not let another soul to be lost in oblivion
lets not let darkness of destiny prevail on rising sun
lets not let someone's pride and joy be squelched
lets not let inertia win and push us centuries behind
Lets hoist only one flag of triumphant human spirit & togetherness !
lets put smile on saddened faces
lets remove clouds of gloom
lets spread cheers and bonhomie
lets fashion new rules and new vistas
lets not let a dampened spirit to seek recluse
lets not let sun of hope to fade away
lets not let another soul to be lost in oblivion
lets not let darkness of destiny prevail on rising sun
lets not let someone's pride and joy be squelched
lets not let inertia win and push us centuries behind
Lets hoist only one flag of triumphant human spirit & togetherness !
Labels: Together lets win....
Friday, September 14, 2007
Marhabba...
aaj kismat jaagi hai
ya musam ka takaja hai
koi hawa chali hai
ya fir koi khayal jaaga hai
aaj fir kissi ne humko
itne pyar se pukara hai
kurbaan jayein unke
registaan mein jyun
fir se sawan aaya hai
ya musam ka takaja hai
koi hawa chali hai
ya fir koi khayal jaaga hai
aaj fir kissi ne humko
itne pyar se pukara hai
kurbaan jayein unke
registaan mein jyun
fir se sawan aaya hai
Panah de mujhko...
apne dil mein panah de mujhko
apni bahoon mein chuppa le mujhko
apni palkon par baitha le mujhko
apne sine se laga le mujhko
apne geeton mein gunguna le mujhko
bahoot roya hun barson se mein
ab to apne anchal mein panah de mujhko !!
apni bahoon mein chuppa le mujhko
apni palkon par baitha le mujhko
apne sine se laga le mujhko
apne geeton mein gunguna le mujhko
bahoot roya hun barson se mein
ab to apne anchal mein panah de mujhko !!
Kuch pal..
kuch nahin mangta bas
kuch lamhe khud ke liye
kuch pal dil ki dhakano ke liye
kuch ehsaas jo na bhula sake hum
kuch yaadein jo na mitta sake hum
kuch khawab jo na jhootla sake hum
kuch hasratein jo na dabaa sake hum
kuch aisa pyar jo kissiko na samjha sake hum !!!
kuch lamhe khud ke liye
kuch pal dil ki dhakano ke liye
kuch ehsaas jo na bhula sake hum
kuch yaadein jo na mitta sake hum
kuch khawab jo na jhootla sake hum
kuch hasratein jo na dabaa sake hum
kuch aisa pyar jo kissiko na samjha sake hum !!!
Ek Sabz Pari si woh...
Chand ka palluu lapetey woh
aayi yun dhere se dharti par
jyuon girti hoi koi pankhuri
foolon bhari ithlati daali se
gulshan ki bahaar jaisi
mehkti balkhati woh
nikal jaati hai jiss rah
madak madhoshi ki lehar
bikhraati muskuraati ithlati
kissi aasmaan ki pari ki manik
har jagah khushiayan failati
aayi woh chand ka pallu lapetey !!
aayi yun dhere se dharti par
jyuon girti hoi koi pankhuri
foolon bhari ithlati daali se
gulshan ki bahaar jaisi
mehkti balkhati woh
nikal jaati hai jiss rah
madak madhoshi ki lehar
bikhraati muskuraati ithlati
kissi aasmaan ki pari ki manik
har jagah khushiayan failati
aayi woh chand ka pallu lapetey !!
Labels: Chand utra hai dharti par
Khawab...
Alfaaz nahin hain yeh.
kuch adh chunne
adhe adhure khawab hain
armaan hain yeh
aur shayad aane wale kal
ka dundla aagaaz hain
nahin dikhta unka chehra
par woh kahin aas paas hain !!
kuch adh chunne
adhe adhure khawab hain
armaan hain yeh
aur shayad aane wale kal
ka dundla aagaaz hain
nahin dikhta unka chehra
par woh kahin aas paas hain !!
Labels: Abt the blogs here...
Panah
apne dil mein panah de mujhko
apni bahoon mein chuppa le mujhko
apni palkon par baitha le mujhko
apne sine se laga le mujhko
apne hoton par saja le mujhko
apne geeton mein gunguna le mujhko
bahoot roya hun barson se mein
ab to apne anchal mein panah de mujhko
apni bahoon mein chuppa le mujhko
apni palkon par baitha le mujhko
apne sine se laga le mujhko
apne hoton par saja le mujhko
apne geeton mein gunguna le mujhko
bahoot roya hun barson se mein
ab to apne anchal mein panah de mujhko
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Woh Kuch aisa hi tha ....
Woh kuch aisa hi tha
ankhon mein nami
hoton par muskaan
dil mein bhare jakhm
auron ko lagata marham
woh kuch aisa hi tha
na apno ne kiya rehm
na geron ne rakhi sharam
mit ta raha chalta raha
ruke na kabhi kadam
woh kuch aisa hi tha
na thi raaton ki nind
na tha din ka koi chain
muskurane ko tarasta tha
par na deta tha kisiko koi gum
woh kuch aisa hi tha
bhir mein jaise akela tha woh
apni parchai se bhi na kiya shikwa
jakhm khata raha hansta raha
sir jhukata raha sehta raha
na kiya kabhi maila apna mann
woh kuch aisa hi tha
jab tut jaata tha sabr ka bandh uska
diwaron darkhton se mil kar rota woh
awaaz nahin thi uski siskiyon mein
sirf akelapan aur sannaata tha
woh kuch aisa hi tha
dil mein kuch kar jaane ki aag thi
kissi ke kuch kaam aane ki aas thi
daurta firta tha woh har dum jaise
na jaane kiss sukhanvar ki talaash ho
kuch khawab the uske jinki tameel ki aas ho
woh kuch aisa hi tha
ankhon mein nami
hoton par muskaan
dil mein bhare jakhm
auron ko lagata marham
woh kuch aisa hi tha
na apno ne kiya rehm
na geron ne rakhi sharam
mit ta raha chalta raha
ruke na kabhi kadam
woh kuch aisa hi tha
na thi raaton ki nind
na tha din ka koi chain
muskurane ko tarasta tha
par na deta tha kisiko koi gum
woh kuch aisa hi tha
bhir mein jaise akela tha woh
apni parchai se bhi na kiya shikwa
jakhm khata raha hansta raha
sir jhukata raha sehta raha
na kiya kabhi maila apna mann
woh kuch aisa hi tha
jab tut jaata tha sabr ka bandh uska
diwaron darkhton se mil kar rota woh
awaaz nahin thi uski siskiyon mein
sirf akelapan aur sannaata tha
woh kuch aisa hi tha
dil mein kuch kar jaane ki aag thi
kissi ke kuch kaam aane ki aas thi
daurta firta tha woh har dum jaise
na jaane kiss sukhanvar ki talaash ho
kuch khawab the uske jinki tameel ki aas ho
woh kuch aisa hi tha
Labels: Khawaishein hazzaar
Sunday, September 9, 2007
इन्सान .....
जब इन्सान का दिल इन्सान के लिये रोता है,
जब इन्सान दुसरे के लिये आपनी नींद खोता है,
जब इन्सान दुसरे कि खुशी मै खुश होता है,
जब इन्सान आपने अहेंकार को दबा कर दुसरे के लिये जीता है,
उस इन्सान के दिल मै सिर्फ ओर सिर्फ खुदा हि रहता है,
जब इन्सान को इन्सान कि नज़रों मै गिरने का डर न हो,
जब सादगी और सच कि किमत अछाइ और बुरायी से ज्यादा हो,
जब जिन्दगि हर चीज से ज्यादा बेश किमती हो,
जहां गलतीयों को इनसानियत कि पौरि माना जाये
और खुशियों कि कोइ कमी ना हो,
सिर्फ हमसफर, हमरजगि और सानझि जिन्दगि हो,
खुदा वहां जरुर जमिन पर उतरता है,
वोह चादं सा चेहरा खुदा का दिल रखता है,
ओर उस दिल मै हर जहां क तिर्थ बसता है,
खुदा आसमाओं मै नहिं सिर्फ ऐसे दिलों मै बसता है,
उसको दुख देना जेहनूम का सिधा रासता है!
जब इन्सान दुसरे के लिये आपनी नींद खोता है,
जब इन्सान दुसरे कि खुशी मै खुश होता है,
जब इन्सान आपने अहेंकार को दबा कर दुसरे के लिये जीता है,
उस इन्सान के दिल मै सिर्फ ओर सिर्फ खुदा हि रहता है,
जब इन्सान को इन्सान कि नज़रों मै गिरने का डर न हो,
जब सादगी और सच कि किमत अछाइ और बुरायी से ज्यादा हो,
जब जिन्दगि हर चीज से ज्यादा बेश किमती हो,
जहां गलतीयों को इनसानियत कि पौरि माना जाये
और खुशियों कि कोइ कमी ना हो,
सिर्फ हमसफर, हमरजगि और सानझि जिन्दगि हो,
खुदा वहां जरुर जमिन पर उतरता है,
वोह चादं सा चेहरा खुदा का दिल रखता है,
ओर उस दिल मै हर जहां क तिर्थ बसता है,
खुदा आसमाओं मै नहिं सिर्फ ऐसे दिलों मै बसता है,
उसको दुख देना जेहनूम का सिधा रासता है!
Labels: जब ....
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Open Skies...
When things are conditioned...and commanded
they r no longer in there free original intended form
they acquired artificialness and impurity of compulsion
the thots that originated from joy and prayer...
which are function of free spirit..
once u force someone to feel it..
it looses its purpose
and efficacy also as well
same is true of any thing of free volition..
including love
the two greatest soft power on earth are love and prayers
and these two evolve from free volition
can't be doctored , engineered, or put in a fixed mould
can't be taught..but inspired and evoked
and can take on unimaginable hues and forms
countless number of times provided
the soul that beacons these is
free willed, unfettered !!
they r no longer in there free original intended form
they acquired artificialness and impurity of compulsion
the thots that originated from joy and prayer...
which are function of free spirit..
once u force someone to feel it..
it looses its purpose
and efficacy also as well
same is true of any thing of free volition..
including love
the two greatest soft power on earth are love and prayers
and these two evolve from free volition
can't be doctored , engineered, or put in a fixed mould
can't be taught..but inspired and evoked
and can take on unimaginable hues and forms
countless number of times provided
the soul that beacons these is
free willed, unfettered !!
Labels: Magic....
It is in nature of things
A beautiful rose is born on thorn bud
and yet there would be another one
as colorful and beautiful as before
plant will blosom till end of season
irrespective of who appreciates it
a majestic tree will come to flower
and bear fruits time and again
till it has lived its full life span
the sun will continue to shine
each day without fail till it lasts
water will continue to quench thirst
no matter who takes it and how
so is the heart enshrined to love
in so many ways and hues
restrict not free spirited soul
for joy and happiness is born
from thee's unrestricted mould
an enslaved one dosn't know
how to rejoice or feel glory untold
It is in nature of things to be
and how they unfold !!!
and yet there would be another one
as colorful and beautiful as before
plant will blosom till end of season
irrespective of who appreciates it
a majestic tree will come to flower
and bear fruits time and again
till it has lived its full life span
the sun will continue to shine
each day without fail till it lasts
water will continue to quench thirst
no matter who takes it and how
so is the heart enshrined to love
in so many ways and hues
restrict not free spirited soul
for joy and happiness is born
from thee's unrestricted mould
an enslaved one dosn't know
how to rejoice or feel glory untold
It is in nature of things to be
and how they unfold !!!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The Sun Flower...
Fond remembrances of joy and fun
sad moments of parting and deprivation
life is nothing but accumulation of moments
some too painful and preferred to be forgotten
others too sweet and endearing to be re-lived yet again
there is wishfulness and wantonness in gay abundance
equally is there recluse and avoidance of undesirable
mystically what one desires for self one would seldom give
what one may handout he would least desire to receive
what one decides as given and recieved is own convenience
what others may give or want could easily be unjust reasoning
getting unexpected reward never fails to brings instant jubiliation
not so much for chastity and good heartedness for soul in need
its like huge magnificiant sunflower constantly seeking personal glory
perpetually always bended towards the sun absorbing and gleeming
once sun goes out it hangs down in gloom waiting for yet another day
human remembrance so peculiar and so personalised by design
actions merely catering to individual self-indulgence and self-pride
there is "I" ," Me" ," Us" , "We" and seldom "You"
even rarer is "All" and "All of us" !!!
sad moments of parting and deprivation
life is nothing but accumulation of moments
some too painful and preferred to be forgotten
others too sweet and endearing to be re-lived yet again
there is wishfulness and wantonness in gay abundance
equally is there recluse and avoidance of undesirable
mystically what one desires for self one would seldom give
what one may handout he would least desire to receive
what one decides as given and recieved is own convenience
what others may give or want could easily be unjust reasoning
getting unexpected reward never fails to brings instant jubiliation
not so much for chastity and good heartedness for soul in need
its like huge magnificiant sunflower constantly seeking personal glory
perpetually always bended towards the sun absorbing and gleeming
once sun goes out it hangs down in gloom waiting for yet another day
human remembrance so peculiar and so personalised by design
actions merely catering to individual self-indulgence and self-pride
there is "I" ," Me" ," Us" , "We" and seldom "You"
even rarer is "All" and "All of us" !!!
Labels: Remembrance....
Monday, September 3, 2007
The Rain Cometh....
Parched earth becones burning
birds look at heavens above
trees shed leaves in yearning
flowers wilt and drop on floor
as hue and cry reach the sky
dark clouds gather in pride
from enveloping black grey
pour downs elixir of life
washing away all dirty stains
enlivening everything yet again
The rain cometh after fire reigns !
This is the way of heavens
for every seething torture of hell
there is an elixir of tranquil rain
every tumultuous raging torrent
brings along peaceful calm
every tear that depart from eyes
cleanses the soul of painful sighs
for every restricting cold winter
there is beautiful spring by design
after every heavy down pour
there is a rainbow that shines !
birds look at heavens above
trees shed leaves in yearning
flowers wilt and drop on floor
as hue and cry reach the sky
dark clouds gather in pride
from enveloping black grey
pour downs elixir of life
washing away all dirty stains
enlivening everything yet again
The rain cometh after fire reigns !
This is the way of heavens
for every seething torture of hell
there is an elixir of tranquil rain
every tumultuous raging torrent
brings along peaceful calm
every tear that depart from eyes
cleanses the soul of painful sighs
for every restricting cold winter
there is beautiful spring by design
after every heavy down pour
there is a rainbow that shines !
Labels: Rainbows of Joy..
On sands of time....
How lonely at times one can get. How critical one can become of self and others. Sometimes one can feel so helpless. You would want to be upbeat and positive but people, the very souls, you gave your years and decades to, would not let you be yourself. They will come from nowhere painting each positive frame of your life black. Telling you as if, it was not you but them who did what was to be done and you were a mute dead spectator to all the events around.
They will relentlessly scratch your deepest wounds till they become green again, leaving you alone then to ponder about meaning and purpose of your own existence. Obliviously and conveniently turning blind to your trials and
tribulations, they will massacre you in cold blood and yet get away with it so wonderfully that you hang between choice to live or die.
To live you will have to tread the path laid out of deception,sarcasm and constant anhilation of every ounce of life left in you. And death is yet again made a choice not to be, pushing unlimited guilt and uselessness down
your throat that you just shudder at the thought of people's hatred and despise for you after you are gone. While you are writhing in pain all alone in your silent retreat, they will walk away with smiles of victory written large on their face.
One begins to wonder which is more henious a crime ? ruthless murder or shameless ingratitude ? outraging modesty or robing someone off, of the will to live ? chopping off a limb or enslaving and scuttling someone's freedom so that one can't move or think ? Hurling insult on a person or driving saddistic pleasure out of someone's helplessness and miserable condition ?
Robing someone off of money or robing one of his/her beliefs,faith and goodness ? While someone is merely alive barely breathing under the burden of being wronged and victimised the perpetuator of crime roams scot free, unaffected and unfazed. There are no visible marks, no substantiated proofs, no witnesses of such crimes behind closed doors for they were all verbal assaults so cleverly and meticulously executed that no one would ever find a trace. However each day there are numerous souls dying carrying the burden of heavy bodies like walking corpses going through inferno of hell for not being equally ruthless,detached,calculative,selfish and stone hearted.
Robing someone off of money or robing one of his/her beliefs,faith and goodness ? While someone is merely alive barely breathing under the burden of being wronged and victimised the perpetuator of crime roams scot free, unaffected and unfazed. There are no visible marks, no substantiated proofs, no witnesses of such crimes behind closed doors for they were all verbal assaults so cleverly and meticulously executed that no one would ever find a trace. However each day there are numerous souls dying carrying the burden of heavy bodies like walking corpses going through inferno of hell for not being equally ruthless,detached,calculative,selfish and stone hearted.
Physical violence heal with time and is limited in impact as compared to emotional slaughter which may take a lifetime to heal or may be a life !
More important than stopping killing is to kill the will to kill, to subjugate, to dominate or to methodically exploit, to put unreasonable demand/expectation which one can't fulfill ! Before we launch a peace crusade outside we must travel extensively and exploratively within inner reaches of our own psyche to curb seeds of violence there if any. Ask ourselves those difficult questions and be the judge of our answers.
Labels: Emotions ...
Saturday, September 1, 2007
The Saree
The five meter long tapestry
draped around your form
brings in divinity in you alive
like rain brings in life in the nature,
there I discover gorgeous simplicity
in all her grandeur and majesty
when I feel in the whispers of my thoughts
you come silently walking from behind
into my thoughts enveloping my being
to enliven and enrich my soul
its a new dimension called bliss.
Its like your estounding care and warm embrace
under the benign shadow of your veil and pallu
nursing tenderly the sad part of my life
i am bathed in divine fragrance of yours.
It is this gift you give to those you hold close
Your Saree keep on changing it's texture and hues,
but what remain is your Compassion
to feed the forelorn and parched souls
akin to what rain does to scorching earth.
This is what is this five meter long tapestry holds !!!
draped around your form
brings in divinity in you alive
like rain brings in life in the nature,
there I discover gorgeous simplicity
in all her grandeur and majesty
when I feel in the whispers of my thoughts
you come silently walking from behind
into my thoughts enveloping my being
to enliven and enrich my soul
its a new dimension called bliss.
Its like your estounding care and warm embrace
under the benign shadow of your veil and pallu
nursing tenderly the sad part of my life
i am bathed in divine fragrance of yours.
It is this gift you give to those you hold close
Your Saree keep on changing it's texture and hues,
but what remain is your Compassion
to feed the forelorn and parched souls
akin to what rain does to scorching earth.
This is what is this five meter long tapestry holds !!!
