The moment you take the first few cc of the air in your lungs or may be lot before when you are in the perfect care of the mother's womb or may be even before , you initiate the brain of those around you to dream. And here is where the story starts....
I have never found the answers of some questions and may be i shall find them in near future ,but could answering such common things could prove so much difficult in itself.
Should i dream ? ..when i am dreaming i am expecting something from myself ... i may gather responsibilities but i will wish to cherish the same dream ... i may stumble and fail but i will stand one more time to knock the door of the castle ... when others sleep ,i will burn my candle .
What if i still fail..??? the dream never suceeds.. i have already invariably lost on the responsibilities ... fun.. sleep .... and may be the hope.
In the hunt i might have just left the second best...
So what is good the second best or best...!!!
But then you believe in one tide to rock you up and get it all.. in one sweep... its not going to happen... tides will rise and fall....
in between what abt a belief in divine intervention... never mind.. but god have better things to do...;)
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Waqt ho chala hai
har baar khud se kiye kuch
vaade tut jaate hai,
kabhi karte hai shikwe
kabhi yuhi bas nikal jate hai
Har jeet ko peene ka maja
har haar ko jeene ki saaza
har dua kabool ho ye dua
aur khawisho ka chota panna
jeb mein kuch khawishe mode huee
kabhi bistar mein khud ko sikode huee
aasmaan ki kisi kone ko kaha choda tha
shayad khush tha.. jab sabkuch thoda tha
aasmaan ko samet lene ka falsafa
suraj ko ghurne ka bebaak hosla
paani ko bhi bade naakhono se nocha
the pure anadi..par kiya wahi jo socha
Kuch dur shayad mujhse nikal gaya hai
kya kal bhi mera meri tarah badal gaya hai
taalo mein aaj mithi ki tarah yu jam gaya hai
muthi thi band fir bhi kal haatho se fisal gaya hai
Kuch shayad alag sa ho gaya hai
kuch mera mujhse kho gaya hai
shayad,
daat koi achi se khaye huee waqt ho chala hai
mitti mathe pe lagaye huee
sadako pe jor se chilaye huee
geet apne mann ke gaye huee........
Apne asoo sabko bataye huee...
hatho se jhoom ke muskuraye huee
Khud ki galat baatein manvaye huee
or gaal pe tamacha koi paye huee.....waqt ho chala hai
Monday, March 9, 2009
Quick Sand
What i fear the most ? Quicksand ..!!!
This was the dialogue of keanu reaves from the replacements .
I too fear the same . To start with one thing falls and with that the other thing .All the weak points seem linked and to have conspired against . Like chains pulling you from all the directions for a common end failure.They are planning a trap on you. Your caution turns suspicion. Every thing done by you , gets subdued by what is happening around you. You dont do but are done by .You hope this ends on a single bad day .But a series continues. You struggle to make it right . You need more air ,more space ,more time ... and you have none. You kow you are losing it all , yet you can do nothing. You lose the composure and commit more mistakes .Making choices u never would have made otherwise. Choices which are nothing but a escapist attitude. You smoke , you booze. You sit with some worthless fellows like you and abuse everyhting that comes and goes by .In ur heart you hope , this might help the recovery .Ending up digging more deep and steep .Anger ,frustation ,depression ... start entering in ur routine.Voices that comes to your ears sounds noise. You hurt people who care or think about you . Why ? . May be the feeling that you let them down.May be their positive talks deepens the feeling of worthlessness .You want to shut urself in yet you cant. There are volcanoes inside you , a molten lava of emotions . Turmoil.sleeplessness ,restlessness ..fear.You fear the loneliness and crowd at the same moment. You dont enjoy your own company. Dissatisfaction multiplies. Coliision of your thoughts in mind become frequent.You wish to stay and make everything right and at the same time to run away .
You wish to lose ur memory , haunting you like a ghost.Situation makes your every action inaction. Harder u try , more you mess up. And if u dont try you invariably lose. Confused , hasty , acting foolishly... and what you can see is people laughing on you ,asking questions , raising doubts on your abilility. You start losing trust on urself. Basic structure of belifs has crumbled. Every moment of defeat though over your mind cant let it go , replay and run it thousand times. The memory of that moment just contains negativity .And then memory of that memory keep piling up till it becomes absolute monster.Those memories pinch like a monster residing in yourself and killing you inside out. You have lost fatally.
You wish any single thing right could have changed it . You realize your past has been a series of failures. Your every decision was inapt and inadequate .Suddenly your ability to focus on one aim becomes inability to prepare a back up plan.You search a shelter ,a sheild or a escape route . Your bench marks change. Instead of performance , survival becomes the need. Trival things make u feel lost........
This was the dialogue of keanu reaves from the replacements .
I too fear the same . To start with one thing falls and with that the other thing .All the weak points seem linked and to have conspired against . Like chains pulling you from all the directions for a common end failure.They are planning a trap on you. Your caution turns suspicion. Every thing done by you , gets subdued by what is happening around you. You dont do but are done by .You hope this ends on a single bad day .But a series continues. You struggle to make it right . You need more air ,more space ,more time ... and you have none. You kow you are losing it all , yet you can do nothing. You lose the composure and commit more mistakes .Making choices u never would have made otherwise. Choices which are nothing but a escapist attitude. You smoke , you booze. You sit with some worthless fellows like you and abuse everyhting that comes and goes by .In ur heart you hope , this might help the recovery .Ending up digging more deep and steep .Anger ,frustation ,depression ... start entering in ur routine.Voices that comes to your ears sounds noise. You hurt people who care or think about you . Why ? . May be the feeling that you let them down.May be their positive talks deepens the feeling of worthlessness .You want to shut urself in yet you cant. There are volcanoes inside you , a molten lava of emotions . Turmoil.sleeplessness ,restlessness ..fear.You fear the loneliness and crowd at the same moment. You dont enjoy your own company. Dissatisfaction multiplies. Coliision of your thoughts in mind become frequent.You wish to stay and make everything right and at the same time to run away .
You wish to lose ur memory , haunting you like a ghost.Situation makes your every action inaction. Harder u try , more you mess up. And if u dont try you invariably lose. Confused , hasty , acting foolishly... and what you can see is people laughing on you ,asking questions , raising doubts on your abilility. You start losing trust on urself. Basic structure of belifs has crumbled. Every moment of defeat though over your mind cant let it go , replay and run it thousand times. The memory of that moment just contains negativity .And then memory of that memory keep piling up till it becomes absolute monster.Those memories pinch like a monster residing in yourself and killing you inside out. You have lost fatally.
You wish any single thing right could have changed it . You realize your past has been a series of failures. Your every decision was inapt and inadequate .Suddenly your ability to focus on one aim becomes inability to prepare a back up plan.You search a shelter ,a sheild or a escape route . Your bench marks change. Instead of performance , survival becomes the need. Trival things make u feel lost........
........
Friday, January 30, 2009
Uncompulsive desire
दे कोई ऐसी आरजू जिंदगी
ना मिले तो भी मिल जाए हमको खुशी
टूटे सपनो पे भी कोई आँसू ना गिरे
दिल और जान से हम चले
....
फ़िर ना कोई डर होगा इन आखो में
ना होगी शिकन मेरी बातो में
मन से जिंदगी का हर गीत गायेंगे
हार हो या जीत मुस्कुराएंगे
॥
होता नही पर ऐसा कभी
मिलते है यहाँ गम भी
शीशे चुब्ते रहते है सेने में
बहते है कुछ आँसू आखो से
रहते है कुछ शिकवे बातो में
और कुछ कच्चे खाब यादो में
कल की हुकूमत से डर जाते है
हम घबराते है... डर जाते है
शीशे पैरो में चुब के जख्म दे
पर दिल को ऐ खुदा मेरे बख्श दे
कोई तोह दुआ मेरी कबूल हो
इसका भी इस जहा में उसूल हो
..
ना मिले तो भी मिल जाए हमको खुशी
टूटे सपनो पे भी कोई आँसू ना गिरे
दिल और जान से हम चले
....
फ़िर ना कोई डर होगा इन आखो में
ना होगी शिकन मेरी बातो में
मन से जिंदगी का हर गीत गायेंगे
हार हो या जीत मुस्कुराएंगे
॥
होता नही पर ऐसा कभी
मिलते है यहाँ गम भी
शीशे चुब्ते रहते है सेने में
बहते है कुछ आँसू आखो से
रहते है कुछ शिकवे बातो में
और कुछ कच्चे खाब यादो में
कल की हुकूमत से डर जाते है
हम घबराते है... डर जाते है
शीशे पैरो में चुब के जख्म दे
पर दिल को ऐ खुदा मेरे बख्श दे
कोई तोह दुआ मेरी कबूल हो
इसका भी इस जहा में उसूल हो
..
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