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Another Year......

Another year just passing by....
And the new one yawning still....
Waiting to get out of the bed....
To embrace all with a happy chill...

Wishing happiness and hope,
Some strength to cope...
Time to reflect, time to look back...
At this ageing year soon going to die....

What made you happy?
What made you sad?
What made you laugh?
And what made you cry?

Which fear you overcame?
Which nightmare still haunts?
Which limit you have crossed?
Which height left to be climbed?

Some ways in the past...
Waiting to be walked over...
Some truths to be discovered,
Some lies to be told....

New year , new beginning....
New goals and new achievings....
New perceptions, new conceptions...
New Mornings and new Evenings...

Nature in its cold Sweaters...
Waiting for Spring to take over.
Summers and Rains waiting...
Till they get their own makeover.

What are you waiting for?
Just pull yourself and get ready for the show...

Window of Time....

Open is the window of time....
 Yesterday just went by.....

 Today in its all sunshine....
 Is beginning to decline....

 Tomorrow is approaching near....
 What do you Fear???

 Everthing will go just fine....
 Remember Today you have at your knees...
 Pull it up and do as you please...
 And rest will follow with ease.

 Just make Today worthy...
 And then each day will turn up lovely...

The Caged pigeons....

The caged pigeons longing for freedom......
They struggle to fly away from this prison......
But alas, their whole energy dries up so sudden.....
And they are left with nothing but only reasons........

The urge to feel the wind in the feathers,
Eating and drinking is not life's reasons
But to fly away and reach destinations
Sure, I can't remain in this hell for seasons...

Even if there's plenty to eat
But it feels like hell to give up on my freedom
My wings need sky to challenge my flight
If not then why don't they quiet down and rest?

Flapping now and then.
They remind me of my inner strength..
They are what makes my life unique
If not then why man likes to tame a feathered being?

Man the master of his thoughts
Doesn't know my flight is my might?
If god were to give him wings,
He wouldn't have given him mind to think.

These wings are my escape from all,
These wings are my laughs against odds,
These wings are my tender hopes,
These wings are my courageous r…

The Broken Heart...

My heart broke,
On the day when it snowed.
I froze standing there,
Only to watch her go.

My heart cried,
My eyes wept.
It was something
I never hoped.

I walked lazily,
But my heart was panting,
Getting restless all the time.

Why did she go?
Why did she say no?
Faking Love,
Giving me hope?

If she didn't love me,
Then why did she play with my heart?
She went away
Shattering me just like a glass....

I couldn't understand,
Why was it me?
Me to face The Broken Me?
And alone Me
In my lonely arms?

I went home that night,
Seeing my plight,
My grandmaa asked
What happened son?
Do you want to tell
Or I myself figure it out?

She looked at my eyes
And wiped my tears.
Then with a hug, she said,
"Let's go inside....
Not inside the room  but,
Inside your heart, inside your mind.

I told her my love story,
After all I had said,
I began to cry.....

She held me close
And began in a low tone.
Do you think she never loved you???
Or do you think she did it for a purpose???

Just think again…

He waited for me till the end...

I met Him first I don't know when,
But I knew him well, he knew me well...

Every day, he walked by my side,
In my hardships and in my cry....
When in pain, he was there,
And in rain, he was there....

He said I belonged to him....
He just came to take me......
Every time I refused to go with him,
But never he asked me why.....

Then one day when I was asleep,
I felt his whisper nearing me....
His gentle touch made me shiver,
His lips were singing my name....

I woke up to find him holding my hand,
He was singing, indeed my name aloud...
He took me to dancing and smiling and singing
Again and again all the time.

Then at last he kissed my hand
And said,"You are mine...
Come lets go, come lets rejoice
For I have come to take you along...."

His look hypnotised me,
His smile mesmerised me.
Just don't know what happened
I got up to go with him....

I felt his grip so hard and
Love so compelling to part,
I accepted to go with him
When something happened 
There were hues there…

Waqt ke tehkhaane mein....

वक़्त के तहखाने में ,
सन्दूक यादों के रखती हूँ।
कुछ में खुशियाँ , कुछ में गम ,
कुछ में सपने  रखती हूँ।

जब चाहूँ तो खोल इन्हें,
इक टुकड़ा मैं उठाती हूँ।
उस पे लिखा नाम तेरा
भीगी आँखों से पढ़ती हूँ।
फिर मुस्काके वो टुकड़ा
मैं वापस उसमें रखती हूँ।

खामोश निगाहों के दामन से ,
सपनों को मैं ढकती हूँ।
जाने कब गुम  जायें ये
इन्हें खोने से मैं डरती हूँ।

 इक टुकड़ा हँसी का,
आज भी खिलखिलाता है।
 जब खोलूँ वो पाती,
तो याद तुम्हारी दिलाता है।

लफ़्ज़ों में भी जैसे तुम्हारी
आवाज़ सुनाई देती हो।
कभी कभी तो ऐसा लगे 
तुम यहीं कहीं मेरे पास हो।
हर लम्हा मैं तनहा ,
फिर भी जैसे तुम साथ हो।

इक टुकड़ा आंसुओं में,
हरदम भीगा रहता है।
सीधे सादे आधे वादे ,
 चुभते मन के कोने में।
नींदें छोड़ जो सपने देखे,
खुली हुई उन आँखों से।
आज भी मैं उन सपनों को 
लगी हुई सुलझाने में।

फिर हँसकर उन यादों को ,
दफ़न कर मैं आती हूँ।
वक़्त के तहखाने में,
संदूक यादों के रखती हूँ।

My Lost Diary

Found my lost diary,
Today in a treasure hunt.
Like a ray of dawn,
It emerged like a song.

Like an orphan it lay,
Helpless in the corner, 
Waiting with expecting eyes,
For someone to hold over.

The cover had a sad face,
Which shined on seeing me.
I held it up to my heart,
Like I found a Friend at last.

Like in a chilly weather,
I felt a warming hug.
I took it in my hands,
And recalled my silent charms.

A child in me,
So happy to be.
With that diary,
Like a humming bee.

I opened it with care,
Touched it gently, being aware.
It was years back, I lost,
But vowed to find it at any cost.

My memories remained ...
In the words I crafted....
Those little words
With silly secret meanings.

My day long journeys
My dreams of nights
My emotions, my devotions
My crushes, my infatuations
My confusions, my confessions,
My assumptions, my confirmations,
My tales, my nightmares
My admirations, my stupid exaggerations,
And everything .....
From something to nothing
And then, from nothing to something…

I Am Like A Storm...

Don't call me A crowd of thoughts,
For I am like a Storm.....

A Woman I am, of love and care,
Till you provoke my devil form.

I am a STORM......

A Storm that awakens
The Fear you hide.

A Storm that burns
The Passion inside.

A Storm that stirs,
The Emotions of Life.

The Storm that ignites
The Fire to Fight.

A Storm that swells
The Bursting Revenge

A Storm that destroys
The Peace of the Quiet.

A Storm that weakens
Your Inner Strength

A Storm that precedes any Hope.
Hope that follows after I go....

A Storm that challenges
Your mighty height.

A Storm that chills
Your ego inside.

A Storm that suppresses
The flight of hunger.

A Storm that defeats
By the power of Thunder.

 A Storm that outshines
Craze and Wonder.

A Storm that Conspires
With Darkness to Surrender.

A Storm that plays
With thoughts of minds

A Storm that holds
The Secrets of Times

A Storm that heals
The Burning sores

A Storm that deals
With worries and woes

A Storm that's not
What you'll like.

A Storm that's hard

What a Lovely Day

What a lovely day,
Squirrels climbing,
Sun smiling,
Birds singing,
Winds rustling,
Leaves falling,
Flowers blooming,
Butterflies fluttering,
Kids laughing,
Me smiling....
What a lovely day.....

Fresh new air,
Sky so clear,
Warm sunlight,
Feeling Alive,
Just in time,
Recovering after,
The Sleepy night,
Lazy eyes, opening wide,
Just to hug,
The dawny light...

The holy messenger,
Sun to remember..
When Autumn's around,
A chill to be found.
With dry leaves falling
Giving way to the new ones rolling,
Filling spaces with Hopes...
Hopes of a New Beginning.
That's what Life is.....
A new Hope,
A new Morning,
A New Challenge to face
And win a new Everest...

Some Books .........

Some books lying on my table,
Opened up to hug my eyes.
But I moved away and ignored,
Their crying words for a while....

They were calling hard,
I kept quiet.....
acting not to hear them weep.
They chose to sing,
They chose to recite,
The lovely themes that could ever be.

Then there was a giggle,
I turned to read the riddle.

The sudden gush of wind made them
Flutter like the butterflies.
And some of them even tried
To fly away in the night.

I got back to them,
Holding them close to my side.
Some gripped me hard,
Some chose to jump aside.

On the floor, some lay
With open arms like a child.
I could see tears in those eyes,
Waving hands from side to side.

I hugged them tight,
To make them feel light.
It was a delight ,
To have them in my sight

Mornings with them,
And ending nights.
Some played with my mind,
Some played with my eyes.

Some turned away
Looking at other side.
Like feeling offended,
On my ignoring them for a while

I picked them up with an apology in my eyes,
With smiles of words…

Review : Circle of Love by Dipesh Shah

If you have been in Love and have gone through up and downs throughout, then this book is definitely for you. Love is a very wonderful feeling and "Being In Love" and "Being Loved" are both different phases in love.What would happen if you love a person and he/she doesn't reciprocate??? Or if you don't recognize whether you are in love or not? A circle starts at a point and ends in the same. So is life.Sometimes we start and end at the same place only to lose than to gain. Such is life and this book is a journey of Dhruv who started and finished at the same point of defeat or a lesson in love.

                            What was Dhruv's love for Veronica? Did Veronica deserve Dhruv's selfless love? Why did she leave him? Will Dhruv accept her back in his life again? These are the questions that torment Dhruv and the reader throughout the story and Dipesh has done well to recite a story of breakup and a lesson that chan…

She lives in Him....

Under the shade of the tree,
They met one day,
To depart & never meet again,
Their destinies were foretold,
They were to die without one another.

He closed his eyes,
And called her name.
When drops of tears,
Fell as rain..

She came forward,
And touched him for the last last time.
She said," I'll better die in your arms than die alone."
She fell in his lap,
He could not understand,
He held up her hand only to find,
The sleeping pills which disappeared into her.

She clapped and said,
"Listen my Love,
I love you always,
And shall always do.
But before I see you die or die without you,
Today is the day I choose,
To make my wish come true.
I choose to die.
But not go away from You,
I choose to die.
Just to live again in You.....
Just close your eyes and say GoodBye....

Look, how I deceived the Fate.
They said we'll die alone.
I'll die alone but then,
I would live in You.
And that is what is Important
Not to Live, But to Love You...."…


Today was just another day. By 12 p.m. I had finished my daily chores,the maid left after doing her work, Husband to his office and kids to their schools. There was time for lunch so as usual I sat down to read some articles in a magazine.The curtains were obstructing the light, so I stood up to pull the curtains.Suddenly an envelope slid through the door.I thought maybe the postman would have slid it through, but I have never seen a pink envelope like that.

                I picked up the envelope.There was a shinny pink coloured letter in the pink envelope.I took it to the table and took my chair to read it.The card was addressed

                                                                       "For U, My Love"

I thought may be this is some prank of my husband.Today was not my B'day or Valentine's Day or Wedding Anniversary.The other thought dwelled in that, may be, it is not for me. Somebody has sent it to me by mistake. I placed it on the …

Bathed in Pain

I was always envious of my mother. She was very beautiful. No one could stand her charm and grace, that is what I always thought.On that day, when she stood next to me at the bus stand for my school bus, it was the last time she came out with me.I remember clearly, I was 6 that time in class I. She was wearing a floral printed pink saree, when two men on their motorbike came near us.They had an unusual look of hatred and anger on their faces. Before we could understand, one of them took out a bottle with something in it. In a flash the whole solution was on my mamma's beautiful face.She pushed me behind like she knew what they threw and faced all what fate had  in store for her.

                   Those men raced their bikes and were nowhere to be seen.Only my mamma's screeches were what I heard then. People were just watching the show, but no one came forward to help her or me.I could not understand what was going on. Then somebody called an ambulance and…

Har kisi ko.....

हर किसी को खुद की तलाश है इस भीड़ में ,
       हम समझे हम ही चले हैं अकेले घर से।

जब देखा भीड़ में हम भी हैं शामिल,
तो लगा क्या अलग है मुझमें और इस भीड़ में।
मैं चला तो था मैं  बन के ,
मगर क्या रह पाऊंगा वही इस भीड़ में।

     ख़ुशी मिलेगी या जीत का सवाल होगा ,
     मेरे अपने पूछेंगे तो क्या हाल होगा।
     वो मासूमियत ,वो सच्चाई कहाँ छोड़ आया?
     आज ये झूठों का लिबास क्यों ओढ़  आया?

जब तक है जीना ,अब ये सोचना है,
वो सपने थे या ज़ंजीरें थी ज़मीर की।
अब तोड़ के उनको, जो आकाश में उड़ रहा हूँ मैं ,
कितना अच्छा होता इतना आज़ाद न हुआ होता मैं।

वो बचपन, वो माँ की  डाँट  कितनी प्यारी थी ,
वो बहन का चिढ़ना ,वो मेरा लड़ना कितना अच्छा था।
आज मासूमियत तो कहीं खो गयी है
हर ओर ठग से घुमते हैं।

                  कोई भरोसा नहीं करता किसी पे
और किसी पे मुझको भरोसा होता नहीं …।

The Lost Piece of Flesh and Blood......

Sometimes life acts very mercilessly. While on one hand it brings happiness and hope, it snatches away something that is priceless.........
Some things are unsaid and somethings do require words, words that have emotions, tears and one such sorrow is the pain of losing  piece of your own flesh and blood, your own child.

She was happy when she came to know she was expecting.The whole house was preparing for the birth of a child. It was too early, yet every person was seen  happilly busy with suggesting  names of the child, clothes and how he/she would crawl, walk, talk..........

She herself was seen sometimes gazing when the thought of her child came to her mind. She felt the shiver of joy and a sense of achieving something.She was going to be promoted in life from a wife , a daughter-in-law  to a mother, a complete woman. That's what a woman is " a mother."

Everything was fine to say, that she never missed vomitting. Everday took pills for the sake of morning  sickness …

The Pickle Jar.....

Under the kitchen slab, rested the large pickle jar. The old lady of  the house was the sole manufacturer of the contents in it. Sometimes raw mangoes my mouth is already sour, sometimes lemons and sometimes I don't know what she added in that jar.
                         Every 2- 3 days she used to shake the jar and the sound  echoed till the roof with us eavesdropping upon the moving delicacy inside. Sometimes I stole a little piece only to find her standing and staring  with scorching eyes and lips opening to say,"Don't you dare break the jar. I love pickles  like anything."

                         I loved pickles yes, but not the oil in it for it would always burn my throat and  irritate my stomach. Every now and then I would swear that I won't have it again but the greed always emerged victorious, when I saw everyone enjoying it with delight.

                         Then one day, the old lady packed the tiffin box with chapattis and aloo gobi ki sabji to…

The molested...

Last week a friend of mine shared an incident on facebook that she had an awkward situation at hand. She went to a govt college where she was invited to speak on  international women's day. She had an interactive session where many questions were put forward by the girls of that college . One of them made a  deliberate point that". GIRLS THEMSELVES ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SEXUAL ASSAULTS.  " My friend explained  that this was not true but the girls gave many reasons like dressing sense, chit chatting on mobiles, etc. which was welcomed with an applause by other girls. I felt strange at first but yes this is what is happening with the mindset of girls today.

           When people keep on saying the same old things about how a girl should be brought up,  how she should behave ,bla bla bla.....we can realize we are breaking the self confidence of a girl just like the one in the above incident who herself believes that not the assaulter but the victim - the assaulted, …

the punished lover....hindi ....

दर्द-ए बेवफाई

जिन्होंने झेला है दर्द बेवफाई का  वो अक्सर मोहब्बत में पड़ते दिखते हैं।  दर्द  लफ़्ज़ों में बयां वो  करते हैँ  अश्क आँखों से बहाये जाते हैं। 
                                                                सरे ज़माने जिनकों अपना वो कहते थे                                                                  आज वो ही पराए होते दिखते हैं 
खुद से रूठे हुए वो बैठे हैँ  खुद से ख़फ़ा - ख़फ़ा से लगते हैं
                                                                 उन्हें  इल्म न था कि कैसे कब यह हो गया                                                                   जो झोका था  हवा का कब तूफ़ाँ बन गया 

ताश के पत्तों सी ज़िन्दगी रह गयी बनके  हर लम्हा अब बिखरा -बिखरा सा लगता है 

                                                                  वक़्त गुज़रे भी तो क्या अब ??? वक़्त गुज़रे भी तो क्या अब  जहां बैठे थे ,वहीं बैठे हैं अभी भी वो
थम ये जाएँ सांसें अब ये  मन्नत है
बंद हो जाये धड़कन तो मन्नत है

                                                                  जो हो जाये प…

The Confluence of Thoughts.....

Confluence of thoughts is where we meet ourselves,where we see ourselves,where we don't need a mediator to meet ourselves to face ourselves, where we are with our own and on our own.It is where we can judge ,we can introspect, we can question and give ourselves much freedom to find the answers, all on our own.It is where we decide what we have to do with our life and how.....

A Day becoming TODAY

"The Past is a smelly one, the Present is a sweet gift and Future an Undertaken project."
                   I can't tell you about Tomorrow because I haven't been there.The Past  is the recorded episode that I can rewind in my mind to gather the details of every movement I made, every dialogue, every word I uttered and heard . Every problem I defeated and  not only every laugh that  I laughed  but also every tear that I have shed . The unfinished assignment , I take up today to complete with pleasure or strain, is my choice . Today which started with a beautiful morning, chirping birds, cool breeze , fluttering leaves of trees and the Sun happy as ever an Old Man is.......

The Demon of Doubt

DOUBT is the biggest invader of a human mind , it is often accompanied by confusion and fear .At any task undertaken ,it weakens the will power and a person's efficiency.The dilemma of yes/no often results in hasty decisions which affects a person's confidence.And the results is total loss of whatever is at stake.                       And in such a condition if we depend

Forgiveness The Act Of BRAVERY

How many of you have felt sorry when you had committed a mistake? I think all of you!
Had you apologized? OK.

But think you were the other person, and someone else is apologizing to you. How many of you have forgiven that someone? Many times Right?

But there are many times when we don't forgive the other person because we are so angry on him/her. We keep that act in mind and that anger comes back in the form of hatred when we see that person.

Hidden Potential

We are afraid of the Blackouts but have you ever thought about the the blackout that is inside you?

You are not afraid of the dark, you are just afraid what you might encounter there.

Remember when you close your eyes, it is dark, you see no light. This darkness, this blackout is where Universe began. All stars and planets in the dark universe, evolving and again diminishing into the same darkness.

Black is not the colour of Destruction but also  the colour of surrendering. Surrendering to the END. Surrendering to the FATE. Every galaxy evolves, has its life cycle and then surrenders to the Dark. The Darkness is the hidden potential, the hidden  talents, the hidden life, the HIDDEN TREASURE.

Realizing your Dreams

LIFE is realizing our DREAMS, our ASPIRATIONS, our AMBITIONS. We spend our life thinking about best possible jobs which earn us more, but we forget  that life is more than that. Every person is born with talents. Some discover them and get into fulfilling the purpose of their life.

While  many others overlook  and see them as leisure time activity. And go on with their work which earn them  money and social status.

This is the pain of today's youngsters, from childhood the things that they liked so much to do, the things that gave them immense happiness are told to be waste of time. Money has become a driving force today, pushing us out of our creativity and dreams. Many die with Music still in them. The unfulfilled dreams and ambitions make a  person bitter. Not only with himself but with others too.

We get  life just once, one time. The gifts that god has given us make us different from others. Why to become a crowd that follows but have a following instead? I know money making …