Revelations!!

Hearing the other side is a revelation,
It tells us about the shadow’s position.
Just because it was all dark and gloomy in the view,
Doesn't mean the shadow had lost its origin.

It’s there, still with you, in each step,
But you have been blinded by preconceptions and your mind,
You don’t listen, you just choose to stay blind.
But unless you turn around and look for it, you won’t find,
That it was there, all this time,
Only if you looked for it, instead of crying.

But shadows are your part,
So they know how to turn you around.
They give you your time,
To gather your peace of mind.
And if you still don’t turn around,
They introduce you their side.

But you still have your notions,
Those stupid over powering misconceptions,
So you throw rocks at them,
Which results in turning on the light.
You finally understand their side,
And you see that they were right.

You realize that listening to the other side is a revelation,
You come to know about their situation.
In flashbacks, you see your unnecessary fight,
And deep down, your own plight.
But shadows are your part,
So they don’t let you be torn apart,
They understand your condition,
Alas! The other side was a revelation.

It happened again...

Last night, it happened again,
I cried myself to sleep in vain.
Thinking about stuff I shouldn't be,
Getting stuck at a place that's not meant for me.
Yet I keep going back there again,
And again And again And yet again.
Its like a game I'm playing,
One step forward and three steps back.
I lift my spirits and try to shine brightly,
But I'm smacked right back, into this reality.





I'm panting, gasping for air,
Its like being choked all over again.
Its burning again even though I'm drowning,
The light is leaving but I still can't feel the calm.
This isn't how it was described to me,
Its chilling, its burning, its not that soothing warm.
Alas! It happened today one more time,
I woke up with a rock on my head and sore eyes.

Another one...

Have you ever felt the need to fill the void that keeps on growing;
Inside of you, killing you, making you weak, cruelly agonizing..
When you're crying inside but the tears dry up,
When you feel like having someone with you, but when you look around you find none.
Going around and enjoying the bonds are others,
While you're all alone, not even a friend there;
Enjoying with you or sitting near,
waiting for you or just being with you.
You stand alone, see what went wrong;
was it some stuff or you the one wrong.
One mind says you're missing love,
And the other one longing for just friends;
And the heart just wants someone near,
To make you feel that you exist,
To make you realize something is still there, inside you that's not yet gone.
But alas! No ones there, neither was nor seem will be there.
So you do the only thing you do,
You pick a pen and write it all.
To bring out the tear that's gone dry,
To feel something, to try and be alive...

Everything is just passing away...

The sky is falling,
The river is riding away,
Every little thing, is just passing away.

You don't know how,
And you don't know why,
The little tiny drops, will wash away.

The glorious sweet memories,
And that sparkling gaze,
With the passing time, just fades away.

You can keep crying,
Begging and praying everyday,
But time is harsh, it slashes everything anyway.

So savour these memories,
And those crackling laughters,
Cause that's the real treasure, which shines all the way.

Why is everything the way it is?

Why is everything the way it is?

How is everything the way it is?

Why is good so good and not the bad?

Why is bad so bad and not the good?

Why is a sinner not a savior?

And why is the savior not some sinner?

Who decides what it is?

Who decides how it is?        

When we do what others consider bad,

Why do we simply consider others mad?

What is right when we do it,

Why does it become a sin when others commit it?

Who gave us the right to judge them?

When they judge, why does it bug us?

We know the sun is hot, science proved it.

We know the earth is round, facts proved it.

But how can we say that we are right?

Why do we consider ourselves so prime?

When we rest, it’s our respite,

But when others do it, it becomes a crime.

Who said what is right is right?

Who said what is wrong is wrong?

The ones who said its right might be wrong,

And the ones who declared wrong may be right.

It is all what is upside,

What we think, how we decide.

Our supremacy, our pride,

And the way we conclude, who is right.

All I say is don’t set aside,

The chance that someone else is right.

This may be the case where you are wrong,

This may be the place when the other person is knight.

Jo hu main…

Jo hu main wo dikhati nahi,

Jo thi nahi wo chupati bhi nahi,

Na chupati hu, na batati hu,

Bus ek kashmakash mein reh jati hu,

Isliye batati hu wo jo hai sahi,

Par chupta wo bhi nahi jo sach nahi.

Dost sach maan lete hai mera chhal,

Hai wo chhal, ya nahi, kabhi ye bhi samajh paati nahi.

Kuch hai kahi, kuch ankahi,      

Kuch logo ne sunn li aur kuch reh gayi ansuni.

Par phir hu main kya, sach hai kya,

Ye mujhe hai pata, jo bus rahega ankaha,

Hai ek aisa panna jo koi na padh saka,

Hai ek aisi kahani jo koi puri na jaan saka.

Jaisi hu, khush hu main,

Na chaha kabhi, na chahungi main,

Ki jaane koi jo hai ankaha,

Ki padhe wo jo hai na likha,

Samjhe jo chahe log mujhe,

Maane koi pari ya balaa,

Jo hu main wo rahungi main,

Chahe maano wo sach, ya kehdo ki maine hai chhala,

Kyunki hu jo main wo dikhati nahi,

Aur jo thi nahi, wo chupati kabhi nahi…

I wished so..

Will you hold me tight,
if i told you so?
Will you strike a blow,

for i asked you so.
Will everything be bright,
if i just wished so??

Will you come and wipe my tears,
when they blur my vision?
Will you come and make me smile,
when there is not a single reason?
Will you just come and sit around,
throughout every season?

I was just hoping so,
I'm just begging you so,
to make a move,
so that i may know,
that yes, you are there,
to row my boat,
as i had wished so...

THE RAY OF HOPE

Positive thinking, a term that we all know, we have heard why it is important, know various stories regarding it. At some point of life, everyone gets this lecture on importance of positive thinking and nearly all of us honestly consider it crap. I was no different. Yes yes, I know what you are thinking, her goes another lecture, another blog on this standard BS but read on, may be it helps…

I was a very negative person, ask my friends; every good thing had negativity for me. I got so many lectures from my friends to stay positive but my ears were closed. When they were open, I heard from one ear and it went out through the other one. I had everything, intelligence, charm, friends and yet I used to curse myself on something or the other; even god sometimes for all kinds of stuff. I was always longing for what I didn’t have with me, for what others had with them. In short, I would just sulk.

Last week, as per my course of studies, I had to undergo a week’s training. It was supposed to be regarding grooming of an individual and on know how of professional environment. I knew it’d be boring but it was a compulsion to attend and so I went.

That is what changed me. Everyone came and said something or the other. Not so important to state here but what is wroth mentioning is what some of them said. What they told me about positivity, the basic meaning and the importance of it. Hell I had never thought anything could change my negativity but this mere one week, of which just 2-3 lectures were on positive thinking, changed me. Not completely, but enough to make me stay happy and keep away my all time favorite depressed and cranky mode. It was the little things they told me, the small stories, their words, that moved me from within and not just from outside. The reward is what god gave me; out of the blue the best students of class were disqualified the last day for a bunk which they didn’t even try of doing on the first 6 days. The last day they did it? I guess it was god working. To appreciate my positivity may be… I’m saying this cause on the last day, out of the blue, I got best students award.

The story that made me stop the all time sulk mode was of Arthur Ashe. Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of Cancer. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: “why does god have to select you for such a bad disease?”. To this Arthur Ashe replied: “ the world over- 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional tennis, 50,000 cone to circuit, 5000 reach the grand slams, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup, I never asked god “ why me?”.  And today I pain I should not be asking god “why me?”

I had everything yet cursed myself (sometimes even god too) for what I was. How dumb of me. Thank god!! I realized this before loosing everything or anything. Various other stories, various other examples, changed me. Not just for the sake of saying it, but really. Now I see a happy me. Hope I stay this way!!

Now if someone asks me to describe this glass, I’d say it’s full, half water and half air. Air is the god’s grace on us, which we ignore to see even when we know it is there. Lastly, I’d say, if you’re still reading, let everything be positive, happy, charming and glowing.

The ray of hope is finally visible to me now J

Some of my unfinished and initial tales..

These are the random thoughts put together. I know they are not great but it is a part of what I wrote and this blog is about what I write or feel so I am posting it.

        I.            I am an ordinary bird

From a flock of birds

I wanted to fly high

And be extraordinary

But I met too many Brute’s in my life

Who kept stabbing me,                

Hence draining my life.

You show you’re sweet

You show you’re neat

But I know you lie,

I know you cheat.

You are the Brute from Julius Caesar's tale

Your are the brute of my ordinary tale

I know you want to see me fail

You used me as bait

And played with my fate…

      II.            The days are dark

The nights are gloomy

My noon is lonely

And evening is _____

    III.            What is it with people falling in love

Why do they stop being rational?

How can’t they see?

That she is a bitch

Or even may be a witch.

    IV.            Feel like escaping this loud music

And these blasting, shown as joy

It’s suffocating now…

Depressing it is to only give

Joy in giving is true,

But up to what limit?

I'm dying here..

I’m lying here, I’m dying here,

Come take me, just make me,

Turn me around and just wake me.

I want to live, I want to breathe,

But this world is choking me…

Do your magic, cast a spell,

Which releases me from this world or that helps me dwell,

The pain out of me that makes me repel,

Every kind of happiness that I want for me…

Please do something which makes me live,

Or something that helps me escape this hell…

Swing me around or twist my veins,

Say the glorious words or just end the pain.

I wish no more for I have no hope,

I just pray so that I can only cope,

With this time without you,

In the wait of the magic,

That fills me with life,

That fills me with you…

My baby sister, a prince’s wife...

The girl with long hair,

The girl for whom I deeply care,

The girl whose smile is brighter than sunshine,

The one who talks nonstop even when not fine,

The girl who is the love of my life,

My baby sister, a prince’s wife...

She is the one I adore,

The one who deserves so much more,

I wish I can be with her,

Every moment, every time

But I’m afraid because of me,

She won’t be able to shine.

For I am not what I should be,

She would never consider me,

As the idol I want to be,

As the person I can’t be.

For I have made her cry,

So much that her eyes went dry.

I have been so bad to her,

We fought like we could rip each other.

 

But I don’t know how,

It all became wow.

I became her love, she my life,

Now we hug and we cry.

We jell so well,

And raise a living hell.

Cause she is the love of my life,

She is my darling,

My baby sister and a prince’s wife...

Lizard on my Head - A Poem

Lizard on my Head - A Poem

Tanha..

Aaj phir hai dil tanha

Beh rahe hai ashk phir aaj

Phir aa gaya hai wo khalipan

Jissey bhaag rahi thi har lamha

Dhund rahi hu iss bheed mein

Wo saath jissey keh saku apna

Wo haath jissey thaam k kar saku paar iss dard ko

Ek aisa saath jo thaam le inn aasuo ko..

Iss bhaag daud mein kho gayi hu main

Talash rahi hu apne hone ki wajah

Kyu aayi main, kyu laya gaya mujhe yaha

Jaha humesha mujhe rehna hota hai tanha..

Thi kabhi main kaabil, jeet rahi thi har baazi

Jenne ko tab thi main raazi

Par ab lagta hai jaise chod du inn sabko

Iss duniya ko, iss duniya k rishto ko,

Iss bhaag daud ko, jisne kar diya hai tanha mujhe..

Kya pa lungi main, iss duniya ki bhaag duad se

Jo hai sabse ahem, wo toh paa saki na main..

Kab tak yu likh kar baya karu apna haal

Kadr kisse hai meri ya meri iss likhawat ki

Hai bus kuch likha hua duniya k liye

Ehsaas kaha hai kissi ko inn panktiyo k dard ka, uski kahani ka

Hai bus kuch likha hua sabke liye

Jissey acha keh k badh chale aagey

Hai samay kiss k pass jo tham le mujhe,

Jo de sake mujhe koi aas

Jo rok le mujhe yu rone se

Jo rok le mujhe tanha hone se.. 

25th wedding anniversary..

Na hote hum na hote tum,

Agar na hota wo din.

Na milte hum na milte tum,

Jo na aaya hota wo din.

Wo din hai khaas, 

Wo log hai khaas,

Jinhone milaya tha aapko

Na milaya hota toh na milte do dil, na ye lamha aata, na ye din..

Uss din k naam, hai ye paigam

Shukriya ki tum aaye.

Aaye aur dheir khushiya laye,

Naye rishte banaye, naye log milwaye,

Aur zindagi k kuch aise lamhe sajaye,

Jinhe aaj hum kar rahe hai yaad,

Kehte toh hai ki ye karte hai barbaad,

Par dekha hai maine, karte hai ye sirf aabaad

Pahcees(25) saale pehle beete aise hi ek lamhe ki hai ye saugaat,

Jisne milaya tha uhe jo hai sabse khaas..

Aaj bus kehna hai unse,

Mubarakho ye pachees(25) saal

Jo beete kayi mausum ki tarah

Jismein kabhi thi bahaar toh kabhi takraar

Par jis pal ki wajah se, jee rahe hai hum aaj..

Sukriya humari zindagi mein aane k liye,

Humein itna kuch banane k liye,

Aap dono hai bohot khaas

Hai humare dil k sabse pass

Antt mein bus kehna hai aapse,

Ki jee rahe hai sirf aapki wajah se.,

Aapke aashirwaad se, aapki saugaat se..

How can I be her?

When I saw today

An image in the mirror,

I just kept wondering

Who is there?        

Who is this girl?

With those hairs curled

Do I know her?

Have I met her?

The glow on the face

The image so haze.

Is it me or am I locked in some maze?

I can’t be this girl

This girl is fair and tall

How can I be her?

When I look like a rugby ball..

The girl on the other side

With the smile so wide

How can I be her?

Have I committed suicide?

How can I be her?

I don’t think I’m alright.

I’m not used to looking good

Mirror can never ever lighten my mood

Yet she looked beautiful

Yet I looked wonderful..

The sudden beauty doesn’t make any sense

And yet it fills me with confidence..

The fear is gone

I can totally rock on..

But still I wonder

How can I be her?

How could I be her?

What made me beautiful?

Never had I thought

I could look so wonderful..

Someone Divine

What a cool breeze

Does to your cheeks,

What an enchanting smell

Casts a spell,

You do the same to me..

When your smile spreads your face

When you sometimes lock your gaze

My heart just gets trapped in a maze..

With the cool bright mind

Your eyes so kind,

How did I find

Someone so divine..

The way you walk

The way you talk

The way you do the magical hip hop

How can you just simply rock?

My world, my life

Without any effort,

Without even trying

Please please please don’t ever stop

Even if the clock tick tocks..

You don’t know what you are to me

I don’t think it ever can be

Me without you

Or you without me..

Even if you can be, without me

I beg you, don’t ever leave me..

I’m used to you,

Your touch, your smile

After all I found someone so divine..

Brag about it

Many a times I think whether bragging about what I have achieved is right or wrong. As per good human being code one must not brag about what they have achieved. They should be subtle about their achievements. Morally it is correct to stay low, and acomplaish the next target and forget about thepast achievements.

But than I say why?

When I have done something which is worth bragging, why shouldn’t I brag about it? If I have climbed the mount everest than why shouldn’t I tell the world about it over and over again? Afterall its something that I have done and the rest couldn’t. If I got good grandes, got good positions, I would talk about it over and over again till I want to. I will tell you that yes, I have won awards, afterall it’s the fruit that I reaped, the tastiest fruit that I tasted.

But somehow my inner self doesn’t let me do it. I am not saying that I don’t do it but everytime I do it, I feel like am commiting a sin, like am being selfish or as people say “egotistical”.

Once I had attened a week long seminar on public relations. The lady who was delivering the speech even said that at every point in life you must tell what great you did and what heights you achieved. Was she right? Should we do that? I mean in my religion it is said that you must not brag about what you got cause its all done due to gods grace, and I agree. God has been great to me but if he gave me such gifts, shouldn’t I tell the world about the wonders I recived from god?

Sometimes I have to brag about it cause people hurt me which makes me forget my guilt and all the goodness in me and makes me brag about my gifts. Is it wrong? I don’t think so. I heard somewhere, “if you got it, you must flaunt it”. Okay, point taken.

Now I guess I just have to balance my morals and my bragging gifts. Call me what you wish but I guess I cant stop myself from telling the world that “YES, I HAVE GOT IT”.

Kehne ko hai kayi log yaha

Kehne ko hai kayi log yaha,

Par kyu lagta hai sab kuch khali,

Kehne ko hai dost kayi guna

Phir kyu hai ye labb khali..

Dekhti hu jab logo ko, haste hue muskurate hue

Toh kyu aa jata hai aanoke mein pani..

Khush hoti hu dusro ki khushi mein

Par apni khushi khoj rahi hu..

Hissa banti hu dusro k gamo ka

Par mere gum ka saathi dhund rahi hu..

Jaa rahe hai sab apni apni jagah,

Main apni manzil talaash rahi hu

Jana hai mujhe kaha,

Aaj bus khud se ye hi puch rahi hu

Jo ho sakte the kareeb wo kabhi mille nahi hai

Jo the kabhi kareeb, aaj kayi kho gaye hai.

Ek ajeeb dard uthta hai dil mein,

Dekh k unko auron k saath

Par phir samjha lete hai iss dil ko

Ki chod gaye hai wo humara haath

Saath chalne wale aaj muh modd gaye hai

Jo the teri jaan, bhatak gaye hai

Matt taras tu unke liye, jo tujhe yu tanha kar gaye hai..

Par phir dil kehta hai

Humein hi kyu chod gaye hai

Yu tanha kar gaye hai

Akela kar, chale gaye hai

Hum toh the humesha unke saath

Harr raah mein, har modd pe

Toh phir kya hue wo baat

Jo ruth gaye wo

Kaise manaye unhe

Wapas kaise laye unhe

Aakhir hum bhi hai insaan

Humein bhi dard hota hai

Hum bhi sahara chahte hai

Talashte hum bhi hai ek aise saathi ko

Jiske samne dil ki baat keh sake

Humein bhi chahiye wo hassi,

Wo masti, wo pagalpan,

Humein bhi chahiye ek aisa dost

Jo rahe humare saath

Har pal har waqt..

Kar rahe hai bus ab ussi pal ka intezaar

Jab koi sacha dost mill jayega

Jo har par saath nibhyega

Phir na hoge hum yu tanha

Aur na hi koi humein akela chod k jayega…