She is adamant

The rain waits at my door, like a naughty child, stamping her feet, pursuing me to play with her. 

When I close the doors on her face, she brings along her stronger cousin the wind, and she beats my door ferociously.

I feign anger, with a straight face I go to the terrace, trying not to emote. She teases me, shouting loudly with the thunders. When I put a finger on my lips and ask her to keep quiet with an angry face, she tries to amuse with the fire works of lightning.


She keeps dancing form morn till noon. I decide the crazy kid needs some rest and ask her father, the Sun, to forbid her, but I find him hiding himself behind her mother, the cloud. The cloud argues for her child. When she has let her daughter leave her lap and go play at aunt earth for her vacation, who am I to interfere.

I give in.

I look at rain again, it's about to get dark, she dazzles me with a lightning again, laughs like a symphony and splashes me.

Disarmed I join her :)


Confession: I am obsessed by the rains :)

When was the last time I did something for the first time

I had been to Koudiyala 2 years back (Now 3.5 yrs), for camping with my colleagues. We did ab-sailing, river rafting, trekking in the Jungle at night,hunting for black ribbons tied to the bushes....we had beautiful crisp camp fires.... but the one thing that reverberates till date in my mind is the phrase our trainer (Destination Outdoors) asked us to take away from the whole experience.... it was "When was the last time I did something for the first time".

At that point of time we had been doing so many things for the first time during those 2 days at camp....that I hadn't actually grasped the true value of repeating this to myself at various points in life.

I came back all refreshed, bubbling with life from the camp, beaming with confidence and rejuvenated energy. The camp had made me discover yet some more things about myself.
But with the passage of time, the energy dissipated, those discovered traits remained with me, but I forgot how to bring back the energy levels......


But as always, God found the magic stick again for me....

I went to Bangalore, as my Brother and Sister-in-law both are working, I was left with the entire day all to myself..... I took up cooking for myself, I started making Rangolis (Designs of coloured powder) at the entrance.... I don't know how and when I started staying very happy throughout the day... I kept wondering what was the reason....

And then sumhow the phrase struck me , while discussing about my camp.
Yes, I was doing that cooking and Rangoli etc for the first time.... every time I made something good, I felt like a new trait was born in me.... then I made it a point that ... each day I would cook a recipe which I had never cooked before. And every day I would feel like I have accomplished something.

The point I am trying to drive home here is that we can do very simple things to rejuvenate ourselves each day.... things which we have never done before. So that we get to know our strengths and weaknesses, we get to explore ourselves in short we get to know ourselves.

Now when I look at what this has done to me... I could not stop myself from sharing this tip with all my friends.

Just try simple things.... even if it just getting off from the bus or car.... a little distance before your destination... and walking all the way.......

We can try this tip every once in a while I am sure it is rewarding

Written 15th Dec 2009

Shadows tell me there's light nearby :)

Have faith. All those who have thought of giving up hope.... just close your eyes, you will see somewhere little glow worms carrying your hopes. Darkness does not rule forever....

 

(Some shadows are visible;

There must be some light nearby

Some hands have come up to stifle a voice

Tells me; A voice has been raised somewhere

I won't write off myself as helpless yet

My heart has sensed some soothing breeze

A heart somewhere has sighed for me)

Kuch parchhaiyaan dikh rahi hain
Kahin shamma jali to hai
Kuch haath uthe awaaz dabane ko
Kahin awaaz uthi to hai
Itna bebas na samajh khud ko
Kuch thandak si mehsus hui hai dil ko
Kahin kisine thandi aahein bhari to hain

Written 31st Aug '09

Will you fulfill the unsaid....

Poetry is but a play of words and so is love. Only in love the ones unspoken are also counted and more so..... !




Will you fullfill the unsaid. Hoping against hope.....

मोहब्बत

कभी माज़ी के फूलों की खुश्बू में गुम रहते हो

कभी बंद कलियों के रंग सोचने की कोशिश में

कभी महकती नज़रों से अपना गुलिस्ताँ भी आबाद कर लो

अभी ज़िन्दा  है ; कल मुरझा न जाये तुम्हारी एक निगाह पाने की कशिश में

बहुत खूबसूरत होता है इंतज़ार

शायर के लफ्ज़ उसे खुदा बना देते हैं

मोहब्बत की पहचान बना देते हैं
लेकिन इंतज़ार की एक शक्ल वो भी है
जो चुप्पी के बदनुमा रंग में रंगी होती है
मोहब्बत ख़त्म हो चुकी होती है
यार के कन्धों पर उसकी बदसूरत लाश टंगी होती है
इज्ज़त से दफनाया जाना भी नसीब नहीं होता
की उसे मुर्दा करार देने में भी यार की इज्ज़त हलकी होती है

लेकिन क्या कमाल है ज़िन्दगी
की वही लाश गर दिल की ज़मीन पे दफनायें
फिर मुस्कुराती है ज़िन्दगी
फिर आती है आँखों में चमक
फिर एक नया चाँद जवाँ होता है
दिल का हर ज़ख्म भर जाता है
प्यार कई शक्लों में झलकता है



कभी बूढी आँखों की चमक में
कभी नन्ही शक्ल की बड़ी निगाहों की शरारत में

कभी अपने हाथों से सींचे पौधे के सब्ज़ पत्तों में

कभी ओस से सजी नयी कलि की रंगत में
कभी पहली बारिश की गुन गुनाती बूंदों में
  

किसी इंसान की मिल्कियत नहीं मोहब्बत
किसी ख़ास तरह के रिश्ते की मोहताज नहीं मोहब्बत

यह तो तुम पे टूट के बरसती है
कभी माँ के आंसुओं में
कभी दोस्त के यकीन में
  

तुम यूँ ही माज़ी को सहलाते रहो 

आज को नहीं देखोगे तो माज़ी के ख़ज़ाने को कैसे बढ़ाओगे

तुम यूँ ही बंद कलियों के रंग कुरेदने की कोशिश करते रहो 

मुरझाये काले फूलों के अलावा कुछ न हासिल कर पाओगे 

अब भी वक़्त है
ज़िन्दगी दरवाज़े पे है; गले लगा लो

मोहब्बत जिस शक्ल में नसीब हो
किस्मत है; मोहब्बत है ; अपना लो

For friends not very conversant with the script

Mohabbat

Kabhi maazi ke phoolon ki khushboo me gum rehte ho

Kabhi band kaliyon ke rang sochne ki koshish me
kabhi mehakti nazron se apna gulistan bhi aabaad kar lo

Abhi zinda hai, kal murjha na jaye tumhari ek nigaah paane ki kashish me

Bahut Khoobsoorat hota hai intezaar
Shayar ke lafz use khuda bana dete hain
Mohabbat ki pehchaan bana dete hain
Lekin intezaar ki ek shakl wo bhi hai
Jo chuppi ke badnuma rang me rangi hoti hai
Mohabbat khatam ho chuki hoti hai
Yaar ke kandhon pe uski badsoorat lash tangi hoti hai
Izzat se dafnaya jaana bhi naseeb nahi hota
Ki use murda karar dene me bhi yaar ki izzat halki hoti hai

lekin kya kamaal hai zindagi
Ki wahi lash gar dil ki zameen pe dafnayein
Fir muskurati hai zindagi
Fir aati hai ankhon me chamak
Fir ek naya chand jawan hota hai
Dil ka har zakhma bhar jaata hai
Pyar kai shaklon me jhalakta hai

Kabhi boodhi ankhon ki chamak me
Kabhi nanhi shakal ki badi nigahon ke shararat me
Kabhi apne hathon se seenche poudhe ke sabz patton me
Kabhi os se saji nayi kali ki rangat me
Kabhi pahli barish ki gun gunati boondon me

Kisi insaan ki milkiyat nahi muhabbat
Kisi khaas tarah ke rishtey ki mohtaaz nahi mohabbat

Yeh to hum pe toot ke barasti hai
Kabhi ma ke ansuon me
Kabhi dost ke yakeen me

Tum yuhin maazi ko sehlate raho
Aaj ko na hi dekhoge to maazi ke khazane ko kaise badhaoge
Tum yuhin band kaliyon ke rang kuredne ki koshish karte raho
Murjhaye kaale phoolon ke alawa kuchh na hasil kar paaoge


Ab bhi waqt hai,
Zindagi darwaze pe hai gale laga lo
Mohabbat jis shakl me naseeb ho
Qismat hai, mohabbat hai apna lo


P.S. I had written it on 31st Aug'2009

What could have been....

No sweeter memories than those of sweet realities lived.

What bitter memories than those of the sweetest dreams dreamt, while those sweet moments were lived.