Zindagi kabhi kabhi aise mod pe laake khada kar deti hai,
jiski humne kabhi kalpna bhi nahi ki hoti hai ...
Pal bhar ke liye mili khushi ko is tarah dur kar deti hai,
jiska gum zindagi bhar rahata hai ...
Kabhi kabhi mamuli si galti bhi,
zindagi bhar ke liye saza bann jaati hai ...
Insaan baavla bana ghumta rahata hai,
phir bhi woh khud ko dhundh na paata hai ...
This I wrote in context of the below link, it actually brought tears in my eyes for a moment ...
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/Mom-tries-to-save-bowl-drops-kid-9-floors/articleshow/9366337.cms
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Recent Poem
ye ruh hai ek saath, ye dhadkan, ye saanse hain ek saath,
meelon ne dur kiya to kya, har pal hum hain ek saath ...
mera swarg hai teri baahon mein,
khoya rahata hun main in nigaahon mein...
meelon ne dur kiya to kya, har pal hum hain ek saath ...
mera swarg hai teri baahon mein,
khoya rahata hun main in nigaahon mein...
Lines I wrote few months back
Woh manzil hi kya, jiski raah mein tumhaara hosla na ho,
Woh pal hi kya jismein tumhaara khyaal na ho...
Kisi manzil ko haasil karne mein kya maza, jismein tumhaara saath na ho,
Woh saanso ka kya lena, jinmein tum na ho...
tere kaare naino mein doob jaane ko mann karta hai,
tu mere saath nahi hai is khyaal mein main sulagta rahata hun...
bethi hai aur taakhti hai mujhe tu is tarah,
ki ye pal hazaaron baar jeene ko mann karta hai
main yahan bethe tere shabdon ka besabri se intezaar karta rahata hun...
tu wahan bethe shabdon ko bunne mein waqt laga deti hai...
Woh pal hi kya jismein tumhaara khyaal na ho...
Kisi manzil ko haasil karne mein kya maza, jismein tumhaara saath na ho,
Woh saanso ka kya lena, jinmein tum na ho...
tere kaare naino mein doob jaane ko mann karta hai,
tu mere saath nahi hai is khyaal mein main sulagta rahata hun...
bethi hai aur taakhti hai mujhe tu is tarah,
ki ye pal hazaaron baar jeene ko mann karta hai
main yahan bethe tere shabdon ka besabri se intezaar karta rahata hun...
tu wahan bethe shabdon ko bunne mein waqt laga deti hai...
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Facebook, Kitaab Insaan ki
Facebook na hota, to insaan ek dusre ke bina rota…
Ye karata hai mail apno se, kabhi kabhi milwata hai sapno se…
Saalon puraane dosto se milwaya isne, 5 saal pahele ye jaana tha kisne…
Apno ko bada hote darshaya isne, to kabhi apno ki soch batlaya isne…
Dusron ki pasand ko apni pasand banwaata ye, apni pasand ko dusron tak pahuanchata ye…
Duniya ko ek banaya, apno ko saath laaya…
doston ka janamdin kabhi yaad na rahata, agar Facebook na hota…
facebook na hota, to insaan bohat kuch khota …
Monday, July 18, 2011
Kuch Panktiyaan Kisi Apne Ke Liye
Meri Zindagi mein tumhaari mojudgi hi sab kuch hai ...
Tumhaare hothon pe rakhi ye hasi hi mere liye sab kuch hai ...
Meri baahon mein tumhaara simatna hi sab kuch hai ...
Tumhaari palkon pe thame aansu hi bohat kuch hain ...
Aur in sabse badkar hai tumhaara pyaar, tumhaara ehsaas ...
Iske siwa meri zindagi mein kuch nahi hai ...
Tumhaare hothon pe rakhi ye hasi hi mere liye sab kuch hai ...
Meri baahon mein tumhaara simatna hi sab kuch hai ...
Tumhaari palkon pe thame aansu hi bohat kuch hain ...
Aur in sabse badkar hai tumhaara pyaar, tumhaara ehsaas ...
Iske siwa meri zindagi mein kuch nahi hai ...
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Meet To and Fro = Metro
"First of all, let me congratulate myself on my 100th blog. Will like to thank my parents for giving me birth, my sister and jijaji for giving me strength to write, my friend Saharsha and Megha, Amrita Bhabhi n Appu Da for giving me inspiration and all my close ones and ya also the people who are not at all important in my life anymore but gave me strength to write."
Lakhs on the road, lakhs in the metro and lakhs on their feet. This is National Capital Region.
Delhi Metro, the experience is different, new and weird more than what you had in your last travel. And when you travel in it with your eyes open you get to see or rather in my terminology you get to observe so many things, acts and situations. It’s like diversity of the people.
The most common characteristic of the people who all are travelling by it is Hurry. They run, jog, do brisk walk and what not. Many are friends at the platform and once the metro train is there they turn into foe in a blink. They’re ready to kill each other for that particular 07:21AM metro; they just can’t wait for the 07:23AM metro.
And when I talk about observation, well it’s a treat for me. I get to see so many people, so many expressions, impressions at the same point of time. Let me start sharing my observations with a man who just got into the metro from the station, first impression he will give as if he is the most confused person surviving on this planet, then he will look towards his left, then right, again left, again right for the seats; and if he found one then trust me he is the happiest man alive on this entire earth, a true achiever; and if he fails to find one, with all disinterest in travelling, feeling of failure and some nice adjectives in his head, he will hold the rod or the grip above his head and continue his journey. Secondly, there are people who have to travel for long, they find the corner seat (one of the 2 seats), put their earplugs and close their eyes as if they’re into some meditation class or something. Thirdly, the couple, the lovers, in short, a boy and a girl who don’t find a safest, cheapest and no disturbing zone in the country to hang around. They make themselves very comfortable as if the metro rail is of their dad’s property, hand in hand, the naughty smiles and checking out people as they don’t have any work to do except noticing them. “Please stand away from the door”, “darwaze se hatkar khade hon”, can’t we introduce some other easy language for the people who don’t understand such difficult and hard words. Forth kind of people are such kind who does opposite whatever announcements are being made. They have to listen to the music loudly in their so call China cell phones, they have to eat everything and drink on the board, they do have to rest their bums on the floor and they need to recline all their body on the doors.
When we talk of the crowd, I guess in our country its same everywhere, in bunch and free with the bunch too. If you haven’t seen waves in your life, then you should visit any of the busy metro stations, the wave of people gets in and vice versa.
In the end, I’ll just like to mention that, here we can stand with the strangers for hours, we even talk to them and discuss about the increasing crowd where they’re unaware of the fact that they are also part of that same crowd.
Hail My Country!!
Lakhs on the road, lakhs in the metro and lakhs on their feet. This is National Capital Region.
Delhi Metro, the experience is different, new and weird more than what you had in your last travel. And when you travel in it with your eyes open you get to see or rather in my terminology you get to observe so many things, acts and situations. It’s like diversity of the people.
The most common characteristic of the people who all are travelling by it is Hurry. They run, jog, do brisk walk and what not. Many are friends at the platform and once the metro train is there they turn into foe in a blink. They’re ready to kill each other for that particular 07:21AM metro; they just can’t wait for the 07:23AM metro.
And when I talk about observation, well it’s a treat for me. I get to see so many people, so many expressions, impressions at the same point of time. Let me start sharing my observations with a man who just got into the metro from the station, first impression he will give as if he is the most confused person surviving on this planet, then he will look towards his left, then right, again left, again right for the seats; and if he found one then trust me he is the happiest man alive on this entire earth, a true achiever; and if he fails to find one, with all disinterest in travelling, feeling of failure and some nice adjectives in his head, he will hold the rod or the grip above his head and continue his journey. Secondly, there are people who have to travel for long, they find the corner seat (one of the 2 seats), put their earplugs and close their eyes as if they’re into some meditation class or something. Thirdly, the couple, the lovers, in short, a boy and a girl who don’t find a safest, cheapest and no disturbing zone in the country to hang around. They make themselves very comfortable as if the metro rail is of their dad’s property, hand in hand, the naughty smiles and checking out people as they don’t have any work to do except noticing them. “Please stand away from the door”, “darwaze se hatkar khade hon”, can’t we introduce some other easy language for the people who don’t understand such difficult and hard words. Forth kind of people are such kind who does opposite whatever announcements are being made. They have to listen to the music loudly in their so call China cell phones, they have to eat everything and drink on the board, they do have to rest their bums on the floor and they need to recline all their body on the doors.
When we talk of the crowd, I guess in our country its same everywhere, in bunch and free with the bunch too. If you haven’t seen waves in your life, then you should visit any of the busy metro stations, the wave of people gets in and vice versa.
In the end, I’ll just like to mention that, here we can stand with the strangers for hours, we even talk to them and discuss about the increasing crowd where they’re unaware of the fact that they are also part of that same crowd.
Hail My Country!!
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