Some Words

The trees want to whisper,
and leaves dance in the isles
The breeze trickles them
It seems they are all drunk

The road’s too long,
and the journey unknown
A gang of clouds kidnap the sun,
I’m not sure who’s the one

The moments gather here,
all of them
They hymn a lullaby,
a newborn moment falls asleep

What lyrics they were,
i don’t know
A haphazard song,
the one with me and you in it

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Image Credits: fineartamerica.com

The smell of dew,
still afresh
The mist of hopes,
thickened with expectations

This road seems to go nowhere,
the dreams chose to stay still
Aimless i wander,
in this world so unknown

I live by this moment,
of peace and serenity
A tear in my eye,
the taste of which is sweet

The sun pays its ransom,
the clouds let it free
Some words that i write
some words that i breathe

A Moonlit Night

It’s a moonlit night

The stars sewn in a necklace

Yawning with their mouth open

Spilling the lights around

 

I spread my arms on the chair

Wanting to hug the warm night

The darkness of sky that I inhale

Lights up a corner of my soul

 

Somewhere, down there

there’s a mystifying silence

That echoes like ripples in the water

And spreads like the shadow of my dreams

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Image Credits -scenicreflections.com

 

The moon is blank, yet full of visions

I pick each vision and untie the knot

They look familiar, as if always were a part of me

There are some I wrap, to cherish later

 

My eyes pull the curtain,

And my nerves are smoothened

I see a moonlit night

The stars sewn in a necklace

रुख…

चिंगारियों की भीड़ मैं इक शोला उठा
किसी अधूरे गीत सी अंगड़ाई ली
और बेखुदी की ताल में बोला
चलो हवाओं के रुख बदलते हैं

आग बनने की आग दिल में
अपने पीले लहू में रंग भरने चला

चिंगारियां बोली, शोला है तो भड़केगा
थोड़ा जलेगा, और बुझ जायेगा

शोला कुछ कहते-कहते रुक गया
वापिस मुड़ा और जलने लगा

व्यूह रच कर अपने मन में
अग्नि मंथन को चला

चिंगारियों को छेड़कर
वो शोलों को भेदता

अपने आप से लड़ता वो कभी
कभी दर्द को नकारता

चोट खाया अधमरा सा
धुंधली सी मंज़िल के आईने को पोंछकर

अपनी आग को ज़िंदा रखता रहा
उस आग की चाह में

कहीं लौ उठी उम्मीद की
इक लपट बनी, प्रचंड हुई

वो चिंगारियां अब राख थी
ये शोला अब इक आग था

ग़म

इन बारिशों से जब बेज़ार हुआ दिल
मेरी आँखें सूख गयी
और ख़ामोशी बोलने लगी मुझसे
मेरे ग़म का हाल

ये जो ग़म है मेरा
बहुत परेशान है
कुछ समय से बस
चलता ही जा रहा है

थक गया है ये ख़ुशी
की बाट तकते तकते
आँखों के नीर सा
नमकीन हो गया है

ख़ुशी गयी है कहीं परदेस
किसी परदेसी के मुस्कराहट में कैद
वक़्त के तस्सवुर में जैसे
किसी पहले मौसम का प्यार हो गयी है

धुप के अंचल में
इकतरफा समां गया ग़म
पुराने सामान सी
हालत हो गयी है

उसकी बेबसी देख मैं रोया, फिर मुस्कुराया
किसी पागल सी कैफियत हो गयी है

Face-bhookiya

Is adbhut post ko dekhte hi 5 seconds mein like karein, apki barso ki ek ichha zaroor poori hogi

Or

Ladki ki photo ko to 10,000 likes kuch seconds me mil jaate hain, dekhte hain wordpress ke is nakaraa blogger ko kitne likes milte hain.

What a ….tiyapa way to start a blog??

I know…I know!!

But this post comes in after a lot of hair clenching sessions…..  when I see my facebook page overburdened with such scavenging posts.

Here’s the payback time!  Mera inteqam…. (a 90’s revenge background score)

Well, first of all a big burrrrrrrrpppp on the faces of people in my Phreinds list, who like these posts – inadvertently testing my doctored patience.

And another surplus blast originating from a rather different part of anatomy (if you know what I mean) :D. This terror strike is for the inventors of jhandarfull stuff like this.

Now look at these original posts (word-by-word)

5 sec ka time nikal ke photo like karo

Comment main jai _______  likho

Share karo aur phir dekho chamatkar

Yeah yeah : facebook baba chamatkaar (3 idiots wala) ho gaya, meri 3 din pehle chori hui chappal aaj waapis mil gayi. Lagta hai bhagwan ji ke paas SHREE-G connection hai, what a fast response!

Ab main agle 3 din tak roz subah login karke namaskar karunga!

To the face-bhookiya devotee – is god busy doing facebook these days! I know we Indians are religious fools, but this is an extent. If you want miracles to happen, do your karma well!

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Jai Jubaan!

“Kisi heroine ki photo ko to hazaaro likes mil jaate hain,

Dekhte hain bharat maa ke is jawaan ko kitne like milte hain, comment mai jai hind likh kar share karein

Aaj dekhte hain ki facebook pe kitne deshbhakt hain”

Bhai tujhe kya r..owl   ga..dhi ne facebook survey ka theka diya hai! Ya rahaat kosh se chawal churata pakda gaya tha aur ab neta banna chahta hai!

To the face-bhookiya deshbhakt – No likes and comments will give them their due admiration, try not to insult them by using their name for your marketing gimmicks.

Aur haan, angrez to gaye bharaat ko “Scamino” ke naam karke, aur tu ab hame chaen se facebook bhi mat karne diyo!

Now, my “yours sincerely” request to the people who like, comment and share such posts is – Please limit the visibility of such posts if you think that you just cannot miss the facebook Avatars and chamatkaars.

For some” honhaar guys”, I completely understand your failed attempts to impress “that” girl by sharing emotional “maa ka pyaar” aur “aurat ka balidaan” posts.  – If you really respect people, you won’t need a show-off!

And yes last but not the least, to the ladies log commenting  “AWW” on everything ranging from a screw, a dog, an accident, a tsunami, nail paint, a smiley….a polka dot!  – Kya log sach kehte hain, ki jo “Aww” na kare wo “Awwrat” nahi! 😀 😛

P.S: Only fun n pun intended, no offences!

In case you feel offended……….

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My words have reached the right ears! 😉

Agar aap sachhe velle hain to comment mein likhein “Aww”some aur share karein 😀

………………………………. WHAT A RELIEF…………..……………….. J

Kharishaan

A spoof of the popular song “Naina Lagiyaan baarishaan”, this poem is dedicated to Mr. Pocket Singh aka Khujli Kumar, a boss’s character who’s outrageously irritating and essentially holds an attitude that hardly befits his qualities, and yes the height too!! … If you too are a victim of a similar idiocy, this is just the poem for you!

Statuory Warning: The wordings are contagious! You may feel an urge to scratch different body parts after reading this.

Pinde pagaiyan kharishaan
Te thuk thuk ke kapde vi phij gaye
Pinde pagiyan Kharishaan
Kutte katde de bhonkde ne sanu vekhke
Pinde pagaiyan kharishaan
Kudiyan navi mere office cha a gayi
Roz nayi ek khujli se
hone lagi hai dosti
Soya rehte hun main office mein,
Karne ko hai kuch bhi nahi
Har pal har lamha,
Main kaise sehta hun
Bina khujaye ek pal bhi
main kaise rehta hun
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—2
Aur phir har jagha ko suja-li-yaa
Sujaa-liyaa
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—2
Kala akshar bhains barabar,
Phir bhi karta hun apni badhai
Clients mujhse puchte hain,
Kuch lete tum kyun ho nahi bhai
Ek ganda sa ye thobra hai,
Us pe gande se main chehre banaun,
Khujaane se bhi main baaj na aoon…
Paida hona tha woh ho gaya
Jo tune thha likha
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—2
2 words English ke sikha tha,
usma bhi “can i TOOK” sa judaa thha,
Took sa main hone laga,
Chavanni sa khone laga
Jaise kuch mera
Tu hi mera liye abb kr dua,
Tu hi is khujli se kar de juda,
Dikhne mein kathha main saada
Main yeh khud se kehta hoon,
Mujhe Khuja de-aa—
Aur phir har jagha ko suja-di-yaa
Sujaa-diyaa

गाना

First try at song lyrics…. kripya bhawnaon pe dhyan dijiye 😛

Enjoy!!

गूंजती लहर में
ये जो सांस की कशिश है

रेशमी सुबह की
ये जो नरम सी तपिश है

दूरियों का पर्दा
मेरी नब्ज़ अब भी काम है

होश है ये रुखसत
है ये प्यार या भरम है

मोम सा पिघलता
कहीं रेत सा फिसलता

ईमान बेईमान मेरा
चोर से क्या कम है

सुन बारिशें हैं नीली
मेरा दिल भी बेशरम है

प्यास बरसे ज़्यादा
ये पानी अब भी कम है

तू पास मेरे आई
कभी दूरियां बढ़ाएं

ओ यार तेरा प्यार
किसी क़त्ल से क्या कम है

A Second Life

In deep thoughts, my eyes are closed
Mind numb to the people around

The wall hugs my back,
A blanket of heaviness on my heart

What will it be, how will things happen
The circumvent whirl of questions

I put out all prayers
Take note of all Gods I know

I remember Shiva and the Gharib Nawaaz
I recite Gurbani and murmur Jesus Christ

I sense a strange smell,
I hear a cry

The door is pulled back
A veil of apprehension makes way

Her eyes are blank,
I try to read emotions

She takes a profound breath,
her lips pour those everlasting words

“It’s a Baby Girl”

It’s my second life

There is a renaissance of bliss
Of a feeling that had never been

An angel rests in my arms
a tear rolls down my cheek

Two little hands to hold,
A pure smile to devour

The eyes of her mother,
The lips of her father

I thank all my Gods
I embrace my second life…

Being a Kaash-Meri

I wish i were home,

i were happy,

I wish the mountains were visible

And the beauty not forbidden

I wish my morning tea

Was amongst the valleys, aroma dispersed

I wish that Jhelum’s water

Cleansed me every morning

Kaash-meri
Kaash-meri

I wish my breakfast was amongst the pine trees

The shades of whose remained unaltered

I wish that the smells of gunpowder

and the discrete dread was gone

I wish my life was not just “a wish”

I wish I was not a “Kaash-meri”

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