Zabiin se chhoo sako
To chakh lo saundh
Neem ki dhurriyan
Maano ittar maafiq
Matmailae aur genhue mein
Jo fark hai
Sare ka sara bikher ke
Phir zindagi na simtaane ki hidayat di hai dekho
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Zabiin se chhoo sako
Monday, June 09, 2014
X: "Have you ever been caught in a sphere where all that concerns you is your personal work
and you are not able to do an iota about it? Not able to move a limb...caught in a limbo!
And all life moves sideways continuous?"
Y: "Yes. Right now. All i can think about is writing and i can do everything but that. Its the perfect deadening limbo!"
X: "i see"
Y: "And yes everything around...it is moving so wonderfully"
X: "And you have lots to write. and not a finger moves!!"
X: "You dream and wake up often, you don't know what sound sleep looks like"
Y: "Not fighting the fight...yes"
X: "You are not at conflict but you are not at peace either ~"
X: "Your eyesight is suffering with so much gazing at everything & at times you feel that whatever you speak to yourself...even if you write bits of it...you'd be awed!!"
X: "but somehow...nothing happens"
Y: "Yes...and you'd lose yourself so eternally, you won't be able to return.
& perhaps you wouldn't want to...
Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
It does lie
In the small things
As they say it does.
That famous japanese author...
Also says this
It lies in the most ordinary things.
In the utmost ordinary thing you can find.
Is not found
Anywhere in planning a 7 month long hectic travel schedule,
In explaining the actual meaning of 'rhythm' to a budding dancer
Is not found
Neither in dreams cast of the day's fears built upon doing nothing
In playing the guitar with a string less, a string which was never bought
To un-tie the 'string' otherwise.
Like melody in the voice of 'Janelle Monae'
Like the sunrise paintings
From the school art classes.
All the hopeful may be's
and sometimes found
in the &
instead of the and.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
zindagi batiyati hai kuchh kuchh
zindagi batiyati hai kuchh kuchh mujhse har roz..
main bhi auron ki tarah sota hun jaagta hun
roz subah aati hai tere khayal ke peeche se
teri yaadon ko raat ke bistare mein paata hun
meri neendein us football ki tarah hain
jo barson se khel khel kar phat chuki hai
aur sirf almariyon ke neeche paayi jaati hai kabhi kabhi
saat samandar paar rehne wali ek shayara, jo ab kuch kam likha karti hai
mujhe uske "hone" ke khayal bhar se muhabbat hai
mere aas paas yahan jo sheher basta hai
wahan rehne waale roz apni zubaan badal lete hain...
chalo roz nahi, aaye din to badal hi lete hain...
main unki zubaan nahi bol paata hun.
zindagi batiyati hai kuchh kuchh...
benoor ujaalon mein aankhein chundhiyati to nahi
bas aankhen kholne ko hi jee nahi chaahta
haan monsoon aaye to baat alag hai
hawayein kuch aur hain, roshni alag hai...jazbaat alag hain..
main monsoon mein bahut badbadaata hun!
zindagi batiyaati hai kuchh kuchh..
kalam ghisaayi ki daastaan to na hi poocho - behtar hai !!
'art' hai ye...bas uthao kalam aur de maaro chhentein kaghaz par
jitna kaaghaz rang jaaye wo 'tajurba' hai
jo bach jaaye use main 'nazm' batata hun
khud hi likhta hun, khud hi padhta hun aur khud hi ko sunaata hun
zindagi batiyaati hai mujhse....
zindagi batiyaati hai mujhse kuchh kuchh har roz...