Sorrow's Song

i believe at the end of my life
the credits will read tragedy
that with the last heartbeat
that last blink of eye
you will cross my mind
and i will go back to that day
when that flower bloomed
in the dead of winter
and a shimmer of hope arrived
that all you wanted was me
and my last breath will be taken away
at a realization
that all i ever wanted was you...
there is no better way to say but
I messed around and just fell in love

This one is for you...!!

It’s time to celebrate, all our disagreements
It’s time to raise a toast, to all our arguments
It’s time to recollect, all our fights and talks
It’s time to remember, Our angry Stares and gawks
For it is all this that has Made us come Closer
Sealing us in a way that, we’ll always be together
Wishing you all the success in the world
And eternity of togetherness.....
Today and forever!!!!

Tum

ज़िन्दगी बन गए हो तुम
तुम्हारे बिना
जीना तो क्या ही
मरने कि भी सोच सकती नहीं
आदत कह लू तुम्हे
या कोई जरूरत
बिन तुम्हारे मैं रहने की
 खता भी कर सकती नहीं

Kuch yeha ki kuch waha ki

बादलों से आगे और क्षितिज से दूर
कहीं चुप  चाप सी दिखती है मंजिल
सामने है समंदर और कश्ती है दूर
लहरों कि गुज़ारिश है संग खेलना है जरुर
समय है कम और है थोडा सा डर

क्यों हो तुम ख्यालों में ये पूछना है खुद से
क्यों सोच में हो बसे ये जानना है

Emptiness

Sometimes it happens
and you just cannot see..
you cause a mistrust
and treat unfairly...

and then its just shock you feel
and utter disbelief...
and then you realize
that it was something fragile
and u just had to let it go...

sometimes its just about accepting things
the way they are
but that is what happens

Days pass into nights
and following dawn gets spent
u either make no calls
or make just one too many

you forget..
its not how it was..
its not what you expected...

Chit Chat...

You can get amazed at the variety of people whom you get to interact with.
Especially if you are one of those observant kinds and enjoy reading between the lines.
Mere the nature of human psyche is enough to keep you occupied and engaged.
And you need an open mind. You do not need to judge people on any and everything.



What may be right according to you may be totally unacceptable to someone else who thinks otherwise.
And who are you to judge someone else's thought process.

What is important is a match in the frequency and a respect for each other's ideologies. It is good to be sure of yourself but it is also important to respect other's ideologies where you have a difference of opinion. 

The lost town.. the lost days…

Dark is this town these days

Where I once had my abode

There is a lot of water

Under the bridge where there used to be

A thriving town with myriad secrets

Myths collided with reality

And created a rainbow of dreams

We had kitchen and an Irish table

A room which was meant for siestas

A coffeehouse where connoisseurs’

Of tea and of coffee used to frequent

And used to have debates

On things which are of no import

But which do provide all the fun

Mindless chatter, thousands of topics

And a set of clueless audience

And who favors their own favorites

Across day to day differences

Where people used to find harmony

But the words have become shadows

The thin line between the dream and the myth

No longer resides these days

And perhaps you will now walk away

Without me knowing where or how to follow

falak.....

बादलों ने फिर से की है वो ही साज़िश
जहाँ घर है मेरा की है वही बारिश
फलक कि ज़िद है बिजलिया गिराने की
मेरी भी ज़िद है वही आशियाँ बनाने की

Mile hai pehle kabhi

परिंदो की फितरत है

उड़ ही जातें है 

कुछ रिश्तो को कितना भी संभाल के रखो 

धुंध में खो ही जातें है 

ज़िन्दगी हर कदम हर पल 

एक नई  राह दिखा जाती है 

नए कुछ किस्से अनकहे 

जहाँ ज़िन्दगी सवार रहे होते है 

पुराने कुछ किस्से 

आपकी यादों में कही छुपे 

बीतें कुछ लम्हों की 

मीठी सी याद दिला रहे होते हैं 

Memories....

Time has a way of breaking up memory into fragments so minuscule

that when you see them you get amazed.

Segments so fragile and delicate that

they get caught up in the winds of time and are strewn along the pathway of life,

and sometimes even forgotten.

Trying to capture and preserve them within the confines of our mind

becomes exceedingly impossible as time goes by,

and slowly they begin to vanish for good…

buried forever in the past.

And then someday something snaps

and a fragment of past comes in front of you.

You get thinking history repeats itself.

Over the time these memories

may get buried but deep within they are there.

As a reminder of the days bygone, the moments spent.

And then there are some who are fortunate enough

to reminisce and cherish most of those memories..... Lucky People!!

Tumse milke......

yu hi kabhi muskura dena
choti si kisi baat par khush ho jaana
aise hi kisi khayal me kho jaana
kya hua hai ye to rab hi jaane
mujhe bas itna pata hai
zindagi thori si badal gayi hai


ek iccha hai ek ehsaas hai
tumhare saath ki ek chah hai
tumse milne se pehle
ehsaas bhi nahi tha
ki choti choti si kuch baatein
itni bhi khubsurat ho sakti hai
kaun se mod par ja kar
kaun sa kissa banega
iski koi khabar nahi
bas tumhari baaton par
vishwas karne ki iccha hai

BFF : is for ever!!

Friendship isn''t always easily described!!
The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow.
Unfortunately, the English language isn''t quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship. Instead of different words, however, we''re stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word. Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and moral standards (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life. One would say, the more the merrier... No matter how young or old you are, no matter how experienced or naive you are, there is always stuff which you can't tell you family but u can not not tell your frens. At times they are lifelines. They hold your hand, be with you, see the good in you and most importantly, believe in you. And if you are not able to cherish them, well you are in for a lifetime of sorrow... 

Reflections!!

I Can’t Understand,
When Your Friends,
Remember You!!!!!
Why They Remember Me,,,,,,
I Can’t Understand,
When You Smile,Your Eyes!!!!!,
Why do they Follow Me,,,,,,
I Can’t Understand,
If You Forget Me,Why You Weep!!!!!
When Someone Hurt Me,,,,,
I Can’t Understand,
If You Hate Me,
What You Search!!!!!,
In My Eyes,,,,,

I hate you!!

Mary: Hey Johnny..????
Johnny: Yes..???
Mary: I lo- I opposite of hate you!!
Johnny: What???

Hate is opposite of love some say...!! Well may be on first thought people would say that.. But I disagree!! Vehemently!! You would have often heard the phrase being coined "they have a love-hate relationship....."
Me thinks, love and hate have a lot of similarities... Both need an element of intense energy and focused thoughts..  When you hate someone its actually an extension of your thoughts, possibly your anger.. May be a thought that one or more of the conditions entitled to your love are not being met. Or may be you would say that when you are too afraid to say I love you... and instead you end up saying I hate you...

And anyways, in modern times, unconditional love is a novelty. Food for thought: When you fall out of love, when the love has truly run its full cycle, you start "not caring", not being attentive to what the other individual is going thru...

If you hate someone, he is more likely to get much if your attention and energy. That would mean hate and love are similar emotions!! When you are young, you are irresponsible about it. You probably pull a disappearing act, change social circles, possibly change your path when the object of such acute attention comes your way. Once you decide you are done, you move on and do not care to look back to see what could have been better..

The "hates" of my life were people I once cared deeply for and in essence, by hating them, I still did.  In each case, it was because of the hurt I perceived they had laid on me. Quite frankly, instances where I have hated an individual has more likely been a fren and it more likely has boiled down to a feeling that I had been betrayed by that individual.

As you mature you learn that hate is not only non-productive but also a waste of time and energy. You learn to forgive and forget. you overlook certain things and you move on. You learn to forget the negative thoughts and accept whatever is coming your way. Or you neglect and move on with a feeling of indifference.

At the end you realise, Hate is not an opposite of love..!! hate is love in its ugliest, angriest form!!

Kuch yeha kuch waha

Bhigi Palko Tale kuch HumNe Chupae Ansoo,
Hasna Chaha par ankh me kuch chale aaye aansoo,
Tumhe Malum Shayad Ho ya na fir bhi...
Tumhare chale jane par humne bahut bahaye ansoo,
Pyar ko ik Khel Kaha Tha K Tamasha Krke,
HmNe Ye Soch k Khud Se bhi Chupae Ansoo,
Tere Sng Beete lmhe Yaad Aae Bahot,
HmNe anjame Mohbbat Pe Bahae Ansoo,

Crossroads...

Am bored and u are so boring

So hey, don’t leave a message

I know, what’s on your mind

And I must tell you this

Everyone is entitled to be stupid

But see yourself in the mirror

You just abuse the privilege

I am not there right now

Nor will I ever be coming back

And if you follow me through

I will disappear yet again

So here am I and there you are

Just see that the distances are maintained

Just ensure that you know your place

And never ever come where I intend to be

For that’s for sure dear heart

If ever it happens and our paths cross

Be sure I will just look the other way

And imagine I never walked that lane

She who walks in the city....

Worried, there she is just on her death bed
All sorts of thoughts wandering

All kinds of memories flashing back

There was this guy who was courteous

There was this place which was safe

Where angels used to dwell

Far from atrocities of the present

Where people used to command a respect

She thinks what did went wrong

What could she have possibly done?

To make the world a better place

Who knows? It may be eternity

Before things are set right

Before there are good opportunities

And all that jazz

She is still hopeful

Wishes things would be back to normal

The extent of crime would reduce

And there would be few who wallow in sorrow

How does one tell her?

The city needs to decide

The path they want to take

Before it is a little too late

Here we are.......

Ok, I will give that. I am wary of the phrase “The Next Big Thing”. What does this mean? What is the extent of the impact which the so called “Next big thing” will have? Think about human nature. Most of the Homo Sapiens do not like change. But often believe that ‘the change is the only constant in eternity’. Some are good at adapting to each change and the remaining keep rolling in misery, adjusting to ‘The Next Big Thing’. At what point of time it originates? When it grows? I worry that if I think about it too much I will lose it. I worry about jinxes.

That being said, I am not very risk averse. I like taking risks almost more than an average Tom or Jane. While many such ideas click and benefit, there may be some which may not prove to be very successful. But then that is the idea right? You would not be happy if all are pros. You need cons in order to realize the value of pros. But the sheer vivacity and authority of imagination is what makes life interesting.

There are times when I keep coming back down the memory lane. Each time I get amazed at the mere volume of life changers. One decision here and there and your life is changed. For better or for worse. And the impact, even if it seems miniscule, might not be that small.

And now, here I am, yet again basking in the memoryland, going through flashbacks, remembering stuff. I do need to concentrate on a call scheduled in about two hours from now and I need to finalize a few nitty-gritty details but what the heck! When does a writer’s whim wait for time or tide? There are times when the manuscript remains buried and then you start l0oking forward to those when you will straight off take a pen and get writing. Bringing equilibrium to your life, telling and intriguing tale or may be just rejuvenating in success or wallowing in sorrow.

Fare you well...!!!

"If I love you.. What is that to you??? "
True? May be yes, may not be.. Some would say, Its indeed nothing to you and should not be. For if I care that should be my business and mine alone.. You would actually have nothing to do with my emotions than fire or ice.. Yet these two are the most dangerous weapons of nature and if it is a combination of both... well!! can anything be more dramatic than that?

Or should i say wind and sea?? both rouse me to exhilaration and excitation and yet are unconscious of their effect on me.. and you are equally unconscious of the thoughts you awaken in me... Not sure if i like this bitter sweet temptation or if i care for the disturbing thoughts if or when they come... at time, joy and desolation are equally confusing and equally subtle in sweetness... Joy when i meet you.. Desolation when i see you not at all..!! I try to analyse them both cos at heart i am a consultant who thrives on analysis for living.. and no wonder the answer evades me... cos we live in an age where mysteries are many and you get answers for queries which you never asked if you are on a quest...

I would be happy if I am loved by you.. but my joy would know no bounds if I am of service to you... By silence, by restraint, by being careful to let nothing of trivial nature ever bother you, by guarding you from all interruptions, foolish details of  society and idle gossip of of folks who have nothing to do... To feel that all of this can bring even the simplest of joy or peace... To know that my presence delights you and inspires you..
Few can boast as much... You probably are a wonder.. probably from the fairy tales grandmother used to read.. to think of this brings another thought... what if this dream of mine gets shattered? smashed to atoms.. I would not be able to put this back even if i try to pick every bit and piece. A rose here, a leaf there... a lovely little head rolling apart from body.. nothing would be left except to tie those pieces somehow and send them down the memory lane to a place where the memory once existed...

And now, back to work... It s the time I ceased to think of banishment of a vision. A vision so delicate to feel and so distant in reality.. i turn away from you who were a little God of a foolish worship. You tell me you wish you could undo what is done. Well, the mistake is yours to live and yours to regret for. I probably am a weaver of dreams, One of the dreams was this and probably is now broken and I was rudely awakened. But the day will come when i dream this to perfection. And that will be when i talk to you and tell you that this is what was meant to be...!! Till then!! Adios!! and oh! Fare You Well!!!

tum........

फिर से वो ही ज़िन्दगी मिले 

फिर से वो प्यार जो तुमसे हो

पलकों पे यादों की वो बूंदे हो

दूर क्षितिज तक चलते रहने को राह हो

सपनो भरी सी जो लगती वो रात हो

दूर हो कर भी शायद तुम पास हो

जो तुम न हो तो दर्द कुछ गहरा लगे

तुम्हारे बिना सब सूना लगे