Saturday, 6 October 2012
parchaiyaan....
muhabaat, badle hue andaaz se lipti rahi
kuch parai si hui hai, ye gumaan deti rahi
khud ke pardon ki taho main khud ko simtaye rahe
saath ho iss pyar ka ehsaas barmaaye rahe
ladkadahat umrbhar ke raaste jab dans gayi
haosalon ki zidd aankh tak pahunchi tabhi
wo tapaki, dil ko raakh kar aag ban jalti rahi
zindagi, jeene ke bas ek khwaab main jeeti rahi
jhooth kya tha, jhooth kya hai, parde main sab simta liya
main kaun hoon, ye poochne ka haq kahin bikhra diya
khud ko tumhi main kho chuki ab sach ko pehchanoon kahan
tumne to har pehchan aur sach ko hi ab thukra diya...
youn bhatak kar bhi tumhari aas baaki hai kahin
tumne jo di thi mujhe wo pyas baaki hai kahin
jism ki sangat nahi, har saans ka sur taal hai
ek yahi aadhaar hai, aur yahi saaransh hai.
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Aaj: kal
pal
thunakte hue, pyaare se
nanhe nanhe kadamo se faasle kam karte rahe
aur aankh bachakar guzar gaye.
hum theher gaye tumhari aankhon main-
jism se pare ek naya ghar banakar,
dil se rooh tak.
thunakte hue, pyaare se
nanhe nanhe kadamo se faasle kam karte rahe
aur aankh bachakar guzar gaye.
hum theher gaye tumhari aankhon main-
jism se pare ek naya ghar banakar,
dil se rooh tak.
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Love
Life is a journey, they all say. Like any journey thus, it can not be smooth ride and most of the views will come of the pastures unseen ever before. Unexpected, while all you mostly do is to live life in a seemingly predictable way. As if everything is going to fall in the fixed patterns. Yes, there is a mosaic of patterns, moving like a kaleidoscope, emanating all sorts of colourful beams, though some of them just blind your view while some of them give warm smile to your soul.
It is a mixed bundle. Life is a mix, love , hope , happiness, contentment all in its significant share with bits of disappointment, unpleasant surprises woven in the patches here and there.
The need of acceptance, acceptance as a person who you are. Need of acceptance as a person who you are by those whom you care about. But isn’t it contradictory? If people care, they will accept anyway and if they don’t accept, they would never care.. the attempt to smooth out the lines is rendered futile when you are fighting a battle against prejudices and grave misunderstandings. Distance, in minds and in souls.
We misjudge ourselves and others. The understanding of self and relationships sometimes proves to be a game of perception and image management. The difference of opinion, result of the roots of two people set in completely different worlds.
Cant we still appreciate others, who are not 100% fit in our definition of “good people”? No one is 100% bad and unacceptable either. But then, it is a question of choices, choices we made, choices we make. The bitterness of relationships can not be removed with one hand. The load of distrust is way too high to come over and let you look into the eyes. Maturity is marred with preconceived notions and you cant undo it.
We can carry our beliefs, we can live with them, but we cant often hope for a design which involves others where those others look at you smilingly. The purity of conscience, the purity of strings of attachment, the purity of being human..does not seem to be enough. One is expected to be perfect, one shortcoming and the entire structure falls crumbling down. It is disappointing. It is disappointing to know how miserably the efforts to bridge gaps can fail. Sometimes people just are not interested in bridging them, they don’t believe in the sense of having sanity with unfit people around them. They are better off living in practical world with clear demarcated lines, who never accept the shades of grey.
But life still tries and sometimes you get lucky to have someone who does not do anything but understands, just understands. It’s a deeply relieving feeling, to be read and understood. Being loved-- may be being understood is all what love is about. Being understood and being accepted. What more can you look for in a relationship? And love means nothing if these premises are missing. Ah it seems, finally I have cracked the puzzle, what is love actually. Did not expect to "understand" it ever but then life is unexpected, the unexplored journey…
It is a mixed bundle. Life is a mix, love , hope , happiness, contentment all in its significant share with bits of disappointment, unpleasant surprises woven in the patches here and there.
The need of acceptance, acceptance as a person who you are. Need of acceptance as a person who you are by those whom you care about. But isn’t it contradictory? If people care, they will accept anyway and if they don’t accept, they would never care.. the attempt to smooth out the lines is rendered futile when you are fighting a battle against prejudices and grave misunderstandings. Distance, in minds and in souls.
We misjudge ourselves and others. The understanding of self and relationships sometimes proves to be a game of perception and image management. The difference of opinion, result of the roots of two people set in completely different worlds.
Cant we still appreciate others, who are not 100% fit in our definition of “good people”? No one is 100% bad and unacceptable either. But then, it is a question of choices, choices we made, choices we make. The bitterness of relationships can not be removed with one hand. The load of distrust is way too high to come over and let you look into the eyes. Maturity is marred with preconceived notions and you cant undo it.
We can carry our beliefs, we can live with them, but we cant often hope for a design which involves others where those others look at you smilingly. The purity of conscience, the purity of strings of attachment, the purity of being human..does not seem to be enough. One is expected to be perfect, one shortcoming and the entire structure falls crumbling down. It is disappointing. It is disappointing to know how miserably the efforts to bridge gaps can fail. Sometimes people just are not interested in bridging them, they don’t believe in the sense of having sanity with unfit people around them. They are better off living in practical world with clear demarcated lines, who never accept the shades of grey.
But life still tries and sometimes you get lucky to have someone who does not do anything but understands, just understands. It’s a deeply relieving feeling, to be read and understood. Being loved-- may be being understood is all what love is about. Being understood and being accepted. What more can you look for in a relationship? And love means nothing if these premises are missing. Ah it seems, finally I have cracked the puzzle, what is love actually. Did not expect to "understand" it ever but then life is unexpected, the unexplored journey…
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