Fellow travellers

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Doomed to romanticism


If you are one of those people who just love to sit quietly on a vacant terrace and gaze at the moon and listen to the silence....then you are doomed...


....to doing that for so many beautiful evenings of your life.... Happily doomed  ;-)

Friday, October 28, 2016

Sukoon na aaye hum sukoon ki thaur chal diye
Subah raushan na hui hum uthe Shams ki oar chal diye

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Sadness is self motivated, persistent, independent just like happiness but the difference between the two is like the difference between the soothing water and the igneous oil. One calms us down and if not spread intentionally the drop stays put, but sadness spreads without effort like a drop of petrol, non-cohesive spreading around and seeping through thinnest of cracks

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Ek lamha

Zindagi jo mili kal do lamha jee li

Jaam-e-nazar na sahi dhalti oas ki boond pi li

Poori kahani na sahi kuchh panne mile so padh liye

Kal ka khwab na dekha aaj ki khumari me khush ho liye

Friday, July 1, 2016

Khanabadosh hain hum
Bemanzil safar hai hamara
Jahan dil bhare do boond paani piya karte hain
Jahan saans aaye do pal baatein kiya karte hain

Jaana bahut door hai is dil ko doston
Jahan aahein milein do dum saanse liya karte hain

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Storm knocks

A storm knocks at the door of a burnt hut
The inmate sits inside clutching tightly the last of the belongings left after the all engulfing fire
If the door opens it will be refreshing
The storm will be a breath of fresh air
Will dust the gutted hut of it's ashes.
Will sweep the lines of past sadness from the face
But then
Apprehension
Caution
Jeopardy
The feet two steps towards the bolted door and one step back
Lest the storm might take away with it the last of the belongings
The storm may wipe away the hut itself leaving in its wake no place to go
No place to sit with clenched fists and head drawn in
No door left to expect more subtle knocks
The storm knocks softly now
The round of questions ensue again

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

यक़ीं






है असर कुछ ऐसा आज की हवाओं में
यक़ीं नहीं कि सुकून मिले एक रूह को क़ब्र में
न परछाई का भरोसा न निगाहों का
गर साथ होगा तो बस अंदर का ख़ुदा उस आख़री सफ़र में

पर है अंदर ख़ुदा तो क्या बिसात रात की
कौन कहे कल अंदर का यकीं न बने सूरज गगन में
कौन कहे जो आज सैलाब बनके क़हर बरपा रहा है पानी
आज अश्क़ बन उमड़ा है
कल फूलों में ज़िन्दगी बनके न मुस्काएगा चमन में

कौन कहे जो सर्द हवाएँ आज मौत बाँट रहीं हैं
कल ज़िन्दगी की साँसें बनकर न महकेंगी बदन में
कौन कहे जो नक़ाब आज रुला रहा है
यकीं पर से यकी चुरा रहा है
कल किसी दोस्त का चेहरा बनकर न साथ आएगा ग़म में

This is something I had written in 2011 on iTimes
 

Friday, April 22, 2016

She

She has so much within to shower
But the soul that triggers her is only the one which doesn’t need to be quenched
She is the moonlight,
but the luminescence that draws her is the sun itself.
She so yearns to be awaited, to be sought eagerly.
But what pulls her is calm personified
She revers the desire of the first man for the first woman
What enthralls her is the monk like poise
She is the river itself, but what satiates her is the thirst for the sea
She revels in wisdom, but what enlightens her is the conquest of the curious man

Thursday, April 7, 2016

On time every time

Be like time for a life fully lived

It keeps moving on so do I
It doesn't wait for anyone
Those who don't value it never have enough of it
Though it moves by the limited repeated names of seconds or minutes or hours but there are unlimited unique moments in every second, minute or hour.

It's my call

Destiny can decide where we are but it cannot decide how we decide to feel about. And how we decide to feel defines who we are.

Monday, April 4, 2016

Journey towards the "Me" that I want to be

When we have less flowers to decorate a place, we use all of them on the outside and at times even tear up  and strew the flowers to cover more area. Someone who comes visiting is held captive or impressed for sometime however once the person stays for long and gets to see it all inside out, he/she is met with disappointment at the beauty of the interiors being below expectation.
Similarly, when we know less or have a shorter horizon as a person, we may impress someone by using all that we have at hand, but it cannot help us retain our relationship with the admirer of those qualities.
We need to cultivate more flowers, in other words we need to increase our treasure of qualities such as wisdom, knowledge, goodness, kindness, morals, dignity and deportment, to retain the right kind of people. Lest the few flowers will wilt and rot and would look more repulsive than a place sans flowers. A place sans flowers can be equated to a person who may not be very wise and may not have things to say, whose beauty lies in his knowledge of self and seeking.
Keep evolving, keep enriching, keep beautifying the inner self.
There is no limit to the return on this investment.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

God is with me always

I asked God to erase the memories that I don't like
He said fill in so many good thoughts that no space is left for any memories in your heart (heart because I think from my heart)
I have begun on his path
Waiting for a day when only his grace and luminescence fill me

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Think...

The most dangerous kind of acquaintance is a person without capacity to think, judge or decide.
He's like a loaded, malfunctioning, uncalibrated, direction less revolver in your left breast pocket.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Rediscovering Me !!

I do want stability and firm ground under my feet at times; but I sure as hell cannot cut my wings for that

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Journey to "Me"

It has been quite a while since I impressed myself

Thursday, February 18, 2016

His doing..all of it

Electric current in a semiconductor is because of unfilled spaces for electrons; current in metals is owing to electrons that are free to move. Salute you God, what subtle way to put across your intervention in everything that happens. You create those spaces, those requirements, that keep the current of life's river moving, taking people places in its stride.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Leave his finger and walk straight ahead

At times to forgive we first need to feel that the person has done something which calls for forgiveness on my part, but before that there is a state of glorified pain, when we are not ready to let go of the memories, not realizing what we are feeling is immense pain to which we are addicted coz we are somewhere addicted to the person who caused it. We first need to tell our self that we cannot let ourselves love the person who caused the pain. It has no logical justification, the word logical is superfluous here. We must train our mind to identify that person as Not Good for us, antigen for immune system of heart and happiness. Then start identifying him as the inflictor of pain then think of forgiveness. Else we will remain addicted to the drugs of painful memories unduly glorified.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Nothing is a crime

If everything is justified from some or the other point of view, if it is always a fight between right and right, then nothing is a crime in this world.
Murderers, Thieves, Rapists, Cheat's also have justifications for their acts in their own eyes.
We only need to increase our tolerance!! (read Hypocrisy) levels to various degrees to accommodate all of them; and a little more if we also want to join in their celebrations.

So hard to see the colors black and white these days. Everyone seems to get comfortable behind grey covers.

So hard to see vertebrates with spines, molluscs are galore, falling on each other, unable to keep their heads high on their own. Without own voice, without own brains. Parasites feeding on parasites.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Yes it is

The black silhouette of a bird merges with the black mountains.
What transpires thither I know not. Whether the bird plunged to its death or to mountain's embrace, the story I know not.
All that I know is the pink and orange glowing Sun comes out every morning in all its glory from the point where the black bird got killed or was united with its purpose.
When the luminence comes it wipes out of existence the story of Yesterday's dull evening.
And again life is beautiful.

Beautiful write ups from people pull words out of hearts long forgotten corridors, lighting them and making them accessible again



This time it was a post by Ramesh sir

http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/01/life-is-beautiful.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+ALittleMoreThanOrdinary+(A+Little+More+Than+Ordinary..)&m=1

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Khaanabadosh

Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain doston
Ek nayi khoobsoorat zameen par
Saath me sapnon in razai hai, ummeedon ki lau
Khud pe yakeen ki laathi hai
Purane kuchh doston ke diye rishton ke beej sambhal rakhein hain
Fir is mousam ki zindagi boni hai
Jab tak logon ke dil yahan bhi banjar na ho jayein
Tab tak kuchh shaamein kaatni hain

Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain

Way to life

On the treadmill as a beginner when I increase the speed, I panted at every degree of increase 3, 4, 5, 6 KMPH. Then I walked at a speed of 6KMPH for 5min. Thereafter when I decreased the speed, I felt relaxed even at speeds that had made me pant earlier.
I couldn't help thinking, can't we apply this to dear old life, when we choose to increase the level of efforts, a little less trouble will seem like a break.
And that's the best possible, coz life will never be without times that need effort.
One has to find a way to find breaks within that maze of times hard and a little less hard.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

He should be....

He should be ....

Tall, Fair or a little dusky, a face of straight lines, with lips pulled in.

Clean hands, clear lines on Palm, few veins sticking out.

Coffee on table, book beside, enjoying his own company.

An eye for beauty, a ear for the sounds of nature. Well traveled, well moved around.
Not only lives but sees life
Sees people for what they are. Unconventional, laid back and serious about business at the same time

Treats a person as a person first.
Soffisticated, suave, respects people
Soil with soil and rain with rain

Not hesitant to go out of the way at times, impulsive at times, doesn't think in moments that are worth only living
Humble, yet aware of his abilities
A kids laughter...
A man's poise
A lover's heart
And a doers resolve

Can hear the melody of silence
Can feel the quiet entailed in a crowd

This will moult and bring out the butterfly
And perhaps life could be close to what could be :)