चल मुसाफिर

इन सुनसान गलियों में,
क्यों ढूँढता है अजनबी,
जीने का इरादा तो था,
पर मौत के बहाने ढूँढ़ते है!!

ऐ मुसाफिर सुन भी ले,
क्यों राह तक रहा है तू?
उन सुनसान रास्तो का,
है मर्ज़ भी यहीं कहीं!!

चल पढ़ निकल तू भी कहीं,
यह रास्ते तेरे नहीं,
है मंजिलें अलग तेरी,
तू चल युहीं, तू चल युहीं!!

कुछ पूछते कुछ बूझते,
है फ़िक्र भी उन्हें कोई,
तू किसलिए थमा हुआ?
निकल अभी, निकल अभी!!

Life and Inspiration

So...nothing is static, nothing is perfect, permanent or final.

As the night passes by, do we lose time? or do we gain it?

Do we even realise that in a day we come back to the same position, we started our day from. One by one, bars in life cross and make it either stiff or subtle.

The moon looks so lovely on a full moon night. Nothing incomplete is beautiful or majestic. However, everything cannot be complete. Life will become too dull if things are stark. Where will the inspiration come from?

It'll come from within.

Little changes in life can completely bring joy and make you feel exulted. The subtle changes are not hard to indicate. Life isn't tough, unless we make it. It's crazy how we abandon & ignore the most important things in life, just like a male seahorse. The female lays egg in the male's pouch, keeping trust in him. Though, he abandons the part that should be the most important in his life, his children, just as they hatch.

Life gives us unpredicted results, some in our favor and some against.

The sun doesn't rise or fall. It is stagnant. Yet, we think that it is in motion.

No matter how big the sand house is that one builds, if it isn't made away from the shore, the waves will take them along with them. If it's made away from the shore, the sun will stiffen it and muddle it down.

Life is moving, so are we. The sun is inspiring and deceiving.

You don't wake up from sleep and become rich one day. Sun changes its color but never its course. The difficulties in our life are just the different colors. If we make our mind stiff and determination strong, no matte how many different colors we see in life, we will achieve success & satiate our desires. Even a dog doesn't pee until it finds a perfect spot, let alone the life. Life will strike an opportunity at the right time, if you don't grab it, it's gone. Life rotates, completes its circle and rotates again.

Why don't we fall, when the earth is rotating? You're correct, gravity.

As the sun comes up, the sea gets hazier no matter what season it is. When life tumbles, a similar gravitational force holds us and keeps us from falling down. Our part is only to keep holding on.

Who is GOD ?

God is mystical. God is gender declassified. God is not him/her. God is God.

One shouldn't stop seeking God because for us Hindus, it's the way of life. In fact not just us, every theist seeks god and his presence. I am sure one must have felt his presence in ways more than one. I can claim that so confidently because I myself have experienced it. Again, I would say God isn't complex. He's clean and tarnished. For he has created this world to provide both pleasure and pain.

God has given life and death. There's a pro and con to everything imaginable. Where life brings joy, happiness on one hand, death brings along sorrow, malign and loneliness on the other. However, the beauty of death is that it doesn't affect the soul it effects. Imagine and experience its beauty, one doesn't even know how, the person who just died feels. He lays calm and cold in his deathbed. His brain, heart and body stops functioning but the soul is still there. One never knows, wonders or cares about the soul. It's always about the body.

When god must have been creating this world, he must have thought for a while or may be not because only the mightiest of all could have created such a simple world. It could have not been better. I admire every bit of it. So much for us to see and explore that it is impossible for us to experience every chunk of it in one lifetime. Life is clean, simple if we see through the lens of our soul. Homosexuality, heterosexuality, love, hatred, heaven, hell, pain, sorrow, joy, grief everything comes in pairs. May be that is one reason why they call your soul mate your 'better half'.

Life is symmetrical.

God is and will always be. One can only find him through doing good and just the right thing. That right thing should be right according to you and no one else. Change is good and I am sure God is its favorite admirer. God just loves to see changes in this serene world. Rain, breeze, clouds, tsunami, earthquake et cetera are all kinds of different changes and god just loves them. One may feel blessed and joyous only when he seeks joy. Sorrows are bleak, sometimes even bland. However, one can love them too. Nobody does, but one can.

In a rendezvous with the almighty, I asked him -

"Why everything in pairs?"

He smiled (he loves to smile) and said -

"Life is a mirage. The only thing I didn't create in pair is life. Had I not created things in pairs, life would have had too many varieties. I didn't want to scare your life."

I believed him, took his bow and blessings and only wished to see him again.


P.S: Special thanks to Gaurav Pandey, to turn me enough on to write this post. May God bless you.

How Much I Love

I wish I could just melt your heart,
and make you love me.

Dreaming about you in the lonely night,
makes me so happy.

Holding your hand for the first time,
Oh! that anxious moment.

It tickled me all over,
just the brush of your hair.

The waiting for you to come down,
when time ticked off quickly.

Loving you is I can't stop,
Yes, am mad about you.

The way you walk,
and sit and talk.

My breath's held,
for the deepest sigh.

The transition,
happened so quickly.

From just another girl I met,
to the one for me.

I wish we were in school together,
I would have glanced at you from the corner seat.

Would have given you candies all day,
chewing them you'd have stained your shirt.

Sitting beside you,
and caressing your hair.

Then you'd have known,
how much I love.

It's just for you,
It's only love.

Rain...

When I first saw the sky,
I didn't feel what was happening.

It turned from blue to brown and black,
And then lightening struck the mighty earth.

It hit the globe like a boxing punch,

And disfigured its face.

Another one from the left this time,
And two, and three and once again.

This was the time when the rival clouds struck,
and blew each other apart.

You ran away from all this violence,
To save the earth from this war.

Oh Rain, you brought the peace along,
To heal the broken ribs of earth.

You are the joy, you are the ataraxis,
Only you could turn, the world on it's axis.

This was the time when the sky became Orange.
It looked so pure and full of juice.


The smell of soil moved up my nostrils,
and freshened my heart and soul.

Oh! Thank you rain for this feeling,
I could never feel, without you the same.

Now that everyone is calm and afresh,
I Thank thee for giving them some brains.

For there is nothing like peace,
But it shall not remain the same.

This is an everyday game, for it's the nature's duty,
I hope you bring this joy forever and keep gleaming this beauty.

Pinku and his Siblings (Monkey's Play)

When the hands of the clock struck 3 in the gleaming sun on an appealing day of April, three prankish monkeys decided to flirt with my neighbours, The Dhobi's. I named them Pinku, Naanu and Sonia not because I am quite fond of naming some random monkeys but since these name belonged to the children of my prerogative neighbour.

So all the three primates conspired against my good neighbours and since the Dhobi's lived on the first floor, they were the easy target. There laid a bed in the porch of Dhobi's where a packet of peas was lying. Pinku, Naanu and Sonia drooled over the pack of the peas. So they plotted the captivition of the peas.

Pinku took the charge of the situation and ordered Naanu to hop onto the balcony grill. Naanu quickly followed the order. One thing that was to be noticed that none of my Dhobi neighbour were in the porch, I guess everyone was on a prowl. Anyways, so by this time Pinku and Sonia went upto the pack of peas and opened it very carefully. Suddenly Pinku noticed that I was watching them from my rooftop. I smiled at Pinku and for a moment I felt he smiled back at me. He jumped in joy as if he got my approval to snitch the peas.

I continued to watch their act closely. Once Pinku and Sonia got hold of the peas, they were exuberated and jumped with joy. Naanu derailed from the balcony and ran upto his brother and sister to enjoy their newly succceeded meal. But this wasn't all, Pinku and his siblings had just started to enjoy the cheer of the party. Pinku stood up and moved on to the entrance of the house. He pushed the half bolted door and it opened like the Alibaba's cave door. Quickly Sonia jumped from one railing to the other and covered her brother. Right behind them was Naanu, he moved his two meter tail and swiveled it in the air. Pinku decided to enter Dhobi's house. As he went inside the house and his brother and sister were about to follow him, I heard a scream from inside the house. I knew my neighbours have had a tryst with the Monkeys. The next thing that I witnessed was Pinku (the real one), came out with a broom in his hand and was attacking his family replicas. This was the time when Sonia and Naanu realised that the time has come to leave the place. They quickly hoped on from one grill to the other and in a matter of time all three of them were on the rooftop of the three storeyed building. They walked one behind another feeling proud of their act.

As I was watching them go and smiling at the misery they had caused to the Dhobi's, my eyes struck with Pinku's (the monkey's) and I felt as if he winked at me. I couldn't control myself and I winked back at him.



DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are NON-FICTITIOUS. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely INTENTIONAL