Friday, April 29, 2011

I want ! !

Again re posting. I had written it before I was in 10th standard. Then lost it in an unfortunate incident. Had the theme and majority of the 1st, 2nd and 4th stanza in memory. Recreated in 2005; lost again; then recreated in 2009 and then added the 3rd stanza; as the memory of my parent's reactions to this poem, in my school days, had become a beautiful childhood memory in itself by then :) :). Here it goes :)

I want..... ! !

In the hours of the cool night
When there is nothing to fright
When stars twinkle and heavenly bodies glow
I want something even more
I want a cool breeze to flow

In the hours of the dusk
The cattle trample the path back home
On their way,waking up dust,painting the horizon gore
No one would ask for anything more
But I liked the morning song and I want the birds to encore

In the hours of the noon
when there is the sweet melody of silence
accompanied by the silken rustling symphony of the leaves
Eyes slowly closing in to capture in dreams the childhood forgone
Can any one ask for anything more
But I still want a smooth drizzle to pour

Why is it so ?
Is it because I am human
Always wanting more than the neighbour and the foe
My desires growing as I get more
Does not the sea of greed possess a shore…….

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


जन्नत के मायने दूसरों के लिए कुछ और हों शायद
मेरे लिए कुछ और ही हैं
जहाँ चाँद की नहीं चांदनी की चाहत हो
फूल की नहीं खुशबू की एहमियत हो
कोरी बातों की नहीं सच्चे एहसास की तलब हो
मेरे लिए वही जन्नत है
लोग कहते हैं की हकीक़त में न सही पर दिल में जन्नत हो
पता नहीं कितना समझते हैं वो दिल, जन्नत और हकीक़त को
मेरे लिए तो मेरे दिल की जन्नत ही एक हकीक़त है
जो वो हैं इस ज़मीं पर तो ये ज़मीं ही जन्नत है
जो वो आँखें देखतीं उस चाँद को तो वो चाँद ही जन्नत है
जो वो हाथ उठते उस ख़ुदा की तरफ
तो उस ख़ुदा की रहमत ये सारी खुदाई ही जन्नत है
रह रह कर हर सांस के साथ उभरता जो वो नाम
तो मेरी हर सांस ही जन्नत है


Jannat ke mayne doosron ke liye kuch aur hon shayad
mere liye kuch aur hi hain
Jahan chand ki nahi chandni ki chahat ho
Phool ki nahi khushboo ki ehmiyat ho
Kori baaton ki nahi sachche ehsas ki talab ho
Mere liye wahi jannat hai
Log kehte hain ki haqiqat me na sahi par dil me jannat ho
Pata nahi kya samajhte hain woh dil, jannat aur haqiqat ko
mere liye toh mere dil ki jannat hi ek haqiqat hai
Jo woh hain is zameen par toh yeh zameen hi jannat hai
Jo woh sanse hain is fiza me toh yahin jannat hai
Jo woh aankhen dekhti us chaand ko to woh chand hi jannat hai
Jo woh haath uthte us khuda ki taraf ,
to us khuda ki rehmat yeh saari khudai hi jannat hai
Reh reh ke har sans ke saath ke saath ubharta jo wo naam,
To meri har sans hi jannat hai

Note: Had written this for Shahid Afridi :)  :) in 2005, when I was in Mangalore....

P.S. That place is itself heaven during the rains

And I have labelled this as Treasury of courage and confidence coz this is what he had been for me for 8 yrs... till I came to the real world

Sunday, April 24, 2011

God Loves Me

When I was in school, may be it was class 6th or 7th (1995/96), our science teacher was teaching us about meristematic tissues in plants that help them regrow their broken branches. I thought about it for sometime and then as if I had found a key to some very expensive treasure no body had noticed.

I suddenly became very happy and excited.I waited impatiently for the class to end. My science teacher moved out of the class and I followed him as there was sometime before the next teacher could come in.
I asked him with a lot of excitement, "sir, what if we take out those meristematic tissues from plants and place some on the amputated portion of people who have lost their body parts in accidents. Then we could, artificially, create the environment required for the tissues to stay alive and grow out the flesh of the limbs from there. We can give finishing touches with artificial bones,blood, nerve fibers and some cosmetic surgery"

As I said this I had a lot of pride in my voice, as if I had thought of something nobody had been able to imagine. I was expecting a pat on my back and a look of pride on my science teacher's face. But just the opposite happened. He simply said naah....! that is too far fetched and not possible. He simply dismissed my idea and that too without granting me any emotion not even of anger. The response was too cold.

I was shattered....true.. but I did not let go of the idea.

I came home and shared the idea with my family. They were not aware of the technicalities of the idea and without thinking of the feasibility of my proposal looked at me with a lot of pride and encouraged me to pursue it when I grow up.

They were too proud that such a great idea could strike their child's brain which could be of such great value to society. My mother told me -you are born for some great cause.always remember that in all your actions.

This changed the way I looked at myself and the way I was growing.

Though, I could never actually try my idea.But years after, I felt like God had not let me down after all. My idea was not all rubbish. I read about cloning for the first time. I looked at the pictures of
Dolly and felt in some corner of the world I had some one else thinking on the same lines as me and had worked on a way around. Instead of taking the tissues which can help regrow, from plants, we have now found similar tissues within our own body. We can grow skin, nerve cells and a complete new being also as per the designs and measurements our creator had created us with.

I was ecstatic. I felt God loves me.......

Note: Re posting.  This is first article I had written when I started writing again after 4 years in 2009

Saturday, April 23, 2011


Manzil kya hai ?
Manzil wahi jahan le jaye raasta
Manzil fir wahi jahan tak jaye raasta
Yeh manzil kisne banayi ?
na maine na tumne
To yeh raaste kisne banaye ?
na maine na tumne
ret ke tilon se baar baar bane bigde
fir kisi se takrakar swayam kendrit hue
Manzil kya banayega koi manuj
kya uske atrupt netra kabhi trupt hue hain
Manuj me adhiakadhik ki garaj
tabhi to kai manzilein kai raaste bane fir lupt hue hain
tabhi to sabki mazil alag alag
sabki tushti alag alag
ek dharti pe rehkar bhi anya ke prati hai sab ki drishti alag alag
manzil satya bhi hai
manzil mrigtrishna bhi
yeh manuj ke nikat hi hai
par manuj ki paristhiti bhi vikat hai
Yeh samajh ke le gaya koi aur
naak ke neeche manzil rakhkar dhoondhe charon or

Note : Reposting. Had written it while in school, 10th or 11th can't remember anymore

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Would he be as mad.... ?

Would he really stop his galloping white horse at my sight against the black clouds ?
Would he love the rains as much as I do ? 
Would he spend hours gazing at the floating clouds, with the moon playing hide-n-seek ?
Would he let the wet breeze caress his hair for eternity and still want for more ?
Would he stop by on his way just to smell the wet earth ?
Would he be as mad as to run to the terrace in the middle of the night just to welcome the untimely rain ?
Would he take welcoming it every time it starts as his religion ?
If you call it madness, pray would he be as mad as me ?

Saturday, April 16, 2011

वो अधूरा आईना

कल समुन्दर किनारे रेत पर चलते चलते निहार रही थी रेत के माथे पर बनती बिगड़ती लकीरों को ;
लकीरें जो समुन्दर हर पल के पलक झपकते बना रहा था 
पैरों में ठोकर सी लगी ; नीचे देखा आँखें चौंधिया गयीं ;
खूबसूरत सुनेहरा चमकता एक तिकोना झाँक रहा था रेत के सीने से; रेत समय की 
जैसे ज़िन्दगी के सुनहरे अरबी के पत्ते पर चमकता जीवनदायी अमृत बिंदु; 
किसी भी पल परिस्थितियों की मिट्टी पर गिरे और खो जाए 
हठी आशा के हाथों वास्तविकता की रौशनी को ढका तो उसमे अपनी दो आँखें दिखाई दीं
कभी इतनी सुन्दर न लगी थीं जो सपनों का काजल लगाये उस क्षण उस तिकोने में दिखाई दीं 
मन में सोच लिया सुनहरी सपनों के ढाँचे में सजाऊँगी वो आईना अपने घर के सबसे अँधेरे कोने में 
खिल जायेगा वो कोना; जब तब रूप निहारुँगी उसमे 
आईना वादा सा कर रहा था हमेशा मेरा दमकता चेहरा ही दिखाएगा 
जीवन सुन्दर लगने लगा; खुद को उस आईने में न जाने किस किस रूप में न देखा 
बस सब्र न हुआ; अभी उठाकर अपना बना लूँ इस आईने को 
हाथ बढाया; ये क्या !?!  जितना तिकोना उभरा था उतना ही हाथ में आ गया
न वज़न था, न गहरायी 
आईना था नहीं अलबत्ता हुआ करता था; फ़क़त कांच का टुकड़ा था !!
हाय री क़िस्मत सपने दिखाकर तोड़ने की आदत न छूटी कभी तुझसे 
जब पाँव ज़मीन पे वापस आए, नख से शिख तक दर्द कौंध गया;
देखा तो सूर्ख थे; सूर्ख बूंदों के मोती टपक रहे थे, एडियों पे लाल लकीर बनाए
आँखों में सपनों का काजल , होठों पर हंसी की सुर्खी, नज़रों में शोखी न सही
यादगार एक सूर्ख दाग तो दे ही गया वो काँच का टुकड़ा... वो अधूरा आईना

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Nigahon nigahon me wo haal kar gaye
Bas guzre aur nihaal kar gaye
Unhe khabar bhi nahi hamari sheh ki
Aur hum apne dil se sabse ahem sawal kar gaye

Monday, April 4, 2011

बस अपनी कही और उठ कर चल दिए.

बस अपनी कही और उठ कर चल दिए
मैंने कहा था," बादलों से निकल कर आउंगी किसी शाम;
कुछ हिसाब चुकाने हैं;
तुम्हारी मोहब्बत सिर्फ पानी नहीं कमानी है;
अगर भरोसा है तो रुकना
अपने अलफ़ाज़ निभाने आउंगी किसी शाम"
दो पल की देर
और वो शमा सरे शाम बुझाकर चल दिए 
बस अपनी कही और उठ कर चल दिए

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The reflection

The reflection in the mirror answers the same description
But the address does not bring out the same person
She gropes in the chaos, the dust of insecurity closes her eyes
She holds on to what she can, and all that she holds gives up
She tries to stand, quite firm looking ground
It's sliding away, it's just quick sand; she looks around
 She speaks the same words over again to herself loud enough
What echoes back from within is a sarcastic cough
She tries saying something else; it's no use anymore
The same sarcastic cough from within is all she can hear
The cough that blows up her claims of knowledge
Knowledge of her own self, knowledge of within
Can't say masks have come up or masks have come off
Can't say pain has numbed love or reality got it written off 
But if this is real, that was a dream, a beautiful one
If she was asleep then, why does she now want to doze off and be gone ?


Don’t ever try to become somebody else’s dream. That is when you lose the freedom to shape your life your own way. It is way more rewarding ...