Changing fAcEs ...

Whom you're looking at? Oh, is it the same face which used to be close to yours few days back. Now why they hide or steal the glance from you. Have they changed, or people around them have changed them? In both the cases, it is not good.

Are you waiting for time when they going to show back to you? Well you have your own breath, will it reduce in any way? People do change with time, I also change with time but I don't change the people with time. People who are close to me were there in past, are there in present and hopefully will be there in future. Then why the changing faces claim that you're closest to them, is it to make you feel good or is it to irritate you.

The short span of life which we live should be with all who matters to you not with the people whom you matter, they are selfish, they change with season, they change with others. The main reason of change is distance, is it matter? Not in my case. My friendship has grown rapidly with my best pal when we were not together. The love, bonding increases with distances if its true. You want to add more and more beautiful moments whenever you meet, but again its all about every individual. Some wants to add and some wants to end. The value of such faces decreases in my eyes who change with time.

"By changing face, you're loosing your grace ... god bless people like you" 

Depart

This is the word which has many emotions attached to it but somehow I just hate this word.

The biggest question is why we have to depart from someone who is close to us and why the close ones have to depart from us? It means, Life isn't about happiness and comfort always. How it feels when you have to stay away from the person who is closest to you. Parents, Siblings, best pals can't be with you always and that is the fact of life.

We live for them, they live for us with miles in between. Are the short meetings with them add more memorable moments or we just get nostalgic.


She was there very close to me, I don't want to let her go. She waved at me, I waved at her back but was it from heart? That is the question. Who is she? She is Mumma, the lady who is departing from her kid.

All I have is SILENCE around me ... ... ...


"Close ones depart, but I know that we always live in each other's heart"

HaPpInEsS

Is it there in my mind or is it there in someone else's mind?
Can we buy it or it can buy us?
What is required for happiness? Is it money, sleep, peace or satisfaction?

I met one man who earns Rs 2000 per day but still he isn't happy then I met a man who earns Rs 20 per day with a smiling face. He never cheats, he only helps others. He is free, slave of his own will.

I get happiness by looking at a small poor kid who is playing with mud, I get happiness when I see smile on my close one's face. I get happiness when people are happy around me. Am I saint? No, I am not. I am the one who wants to live above all the sadness, I want to be the one who finds little happiness in everything.

The crowd is cheering for you, The coward is asking for help from you.
Romance is happiness, if you believe it.
The ton of knowledge is waste, the piles of money is worthless, the status in the society doesn't matter, if you're not happy.

The killer isn't happy and neither the judge is. The victim is gone.
We live, we die. What matters is the journey in between.

Can we spread the happiness outside our window, can we just pass a smile to the man who is passing us.
Can we live for others for ourselves. Can we stand in a group who is surviving on the lonely planet.


"Close your eyes, reach to your brain and smile for all good traits you have for happiness"
 

In DIA

Who are we? We are the light of the lamp because wherever we go, we shine. We get highlighted, be it good or bad.

I want to talk about our land on which we live, love, laugh and cry. Undoubtedly the land where we are breathing is out of this world. It is the land where touching feet of elders takes you to the long life and fasting for your husband and kids carry their lives for long. It is the place where the wife puts Sindoor on her forehead and wears Mangalsutra in her neck for her husband’s safety. The land where people survive on faith, the place where your neighbors and friends are much closer than your blood pals. It is the land where we don’t compare with the best, here we compare with the person whom we rub our shoulders.

The beauty, glory and pride peeps from every corner of this nation. The cultures, the dances, the traditions, the dresses, the crops, the flora and fauna is simply unique. Different colours at different parts of the country makes it more appealing, be it white snow at Rohtang Pass, the yellow Sarson crop or the desert. The land isn’t beautiful because of any celebrity. It is beautiful because of our Bengal Tigers, Nilgiri Langurs and many more. The festivals like Holi, Baisakhi, Eid, Christmas, etc adds beauty to it. The spicy food which is famous worldwide is another different and unique thing of our country. From Sabut Lal Mirch to Dhaniya Powder, a tinge of it changes the taste. The handicrafts, the paintings, the sculptures all have their own stories.

From Sitar to Sarod to Santoor, all have their own melodies and the way of playing each one of them is more significant than the other. The land where we have different languages at each corner but still we understand the most common language and that is of emotions, gestures and eye contact.

The colourful land, the inCredible India …

For the Love ...

Who is she?

Is she a bright blue sky who is very high or is she a full moon's beauty.

The smile is refreshing, the laugh is charming, the gestures are of a little baby.

What does that big forehead signifies, is it to kiss or just to store all the good memories. 

As pure as fresh air, as pretty as lily, as caring as the mother of a child who is not grown.

Are all the colours meant for her or she is just justifying them.

The picture of her is clear in my mind but I am not a good painter.

The beautiful neck which always attract kisses to peck.

Hands which are just meant to rest on my palms.

Who is she with those perfect feet. Yes, for her my heart beats.

What is there in her sparkling eyes? Are they waiting for me or I am already in there.

The heart is pumping fast while writing this. Is she asking me to finish this quickly.

She resides in me Lord, she is your angel whom you sent.

A PoEm ...

Where is your mind, is it dead with time,

With the healing of time, the wounds find different ways to give pain,

The happiness isn’t for long and it doesn't mean I said the sadness will remain, it’s like the blinking of eyes at different times, when you get up in the morning they are hard and otherwise they are free.

The smile has lost its significance, only the showing of teeth matters.

The environment is filthy, the heart is negative. Do I like this or not, who knows, not even my soul.

The hatred with surrounding is like cough, what all you want is to throw out.

And the family which you've left at home is missing you, are you living for them or your heart is beating for them. Or it is just the feeling which is hard for you to admit.

Do we love each other or we are pretending, is the feeling permanent or the feeling is temporary.

The rainbow is just about 7 colours, have you thought of going under the deep sea than looking at the sky.

Are we still artificial or we always wanted to be superficial?

We’re the slaves of ourselves, only person who can make you his slave is your own soul.

Have you given the trust, the peace and some relax to someone, have you given it to yourself.

Why we wait for someone to tell us, are we blind, are we deaf. You speak what I’ll tell you.

I don’t have any follower because I don’t want people to follow more than one people. 
Do I need to be doped for writing or its just I have to be high.

Have I lost in the thoughts or am I just reading my mind because I think I am a poet, not a lyricist.

Mr Hu Attachin

What is this must be your question?

Well I was going through a documentary, "When you're strange", its on the music band known as "The Doors". It is one of my favorite band and its lead singer, "Jim Morrison" is again my favorite. He is an amazing poet.

So while I was watching the documentary, I came up with an old line which was there in Jim's song. It is, "Mr Mojo Risin" and its actually extracted from his name itself. He just jumbled them.

Well here I did the same. I jumbled my name Achint Mathur into 'Mr Hu Attachin', the meaning of 'hu' is 'god' in Sufi language. So the meaning is 'Mr God Attachin' ...

Angry Bird

No, here I am not talking about the popular game. I am talking about the angry bird which we carry in ourselves.

Though different people take it in different manner but I take it as an 'emotion'. The act is very normal and usually healthy. I do get angry simply because the things don't go the way I want. When I want something from heart and don't receive it, the emotion has to be there. And I am not destructive in my anger, I just stay quiet for long and all I want is silence around me.

People says that you should control the anger before the anger should control you, well in that case I have a strong will power, I have full control on myself and anger can't control me. And now the question arises that why should I don't get angry? Well the emotion is very natural, though its for the limited duration but its there.

Well yes, you do sometime get angry very often and the reason I could find for this is only your close ones. A stranger has no rights to spoil your mood and it doesn't matter to you also. It only matters to you when somebody close to you says, acts the way you wasn't expecting. Expectations also plays an important role in doing or controlling anger. So the point is either you don't do anger or you just kill all your expectations and stay happy. But in that case you are challenging your own self, your own personality. Compromising is good, but compromising every time is a trait of a loser, and you shouldn't be one of them.

"The best answer to anger is silence and that's how i answer it"

Agnipath

I am in love with this poem from the past 10 yrs and after watching the movie, i would like to mention it here ...

Vriksh ho bhale khade,
Ho ghane, ho bade,
Ek patra chaa bhi,
Mang maat, mang maat, mang maat
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath

Tu na thakega kabhi,
Tu na thamega kabhi,
Tu na mudega kabhi,
Kar shapath, kar shapath, kar shapath
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath

Yeh maahan drishya hai,
Chal raha manushya hai,
Ashru, shwet, rakth se,
Lathpat, lathpat, lathpat
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath