kahaani..zindagi ki

Kahaani pannon mein nahin paai jati…kahaani toh zindagi mein milti hai.!!

Wahi zindagi jo kabhi metro pakadne k liye theek 7 baje station pahunchne ki jaldi mein rehti hai..

jo sadkon pe ek doosre se bekhabar manzil ki taraf badhti dikhti hai..

aur

wahi zindagi jo kabhi kabhi masoom se bachche k zid karne pe use balloon dilane k liye theher jati hai.. ūüôā

balloon

Aksar kisi kahaani ko padhte hue hum sochte hain ki ye toh kisi ne humare baare mein hi likh diya hai..

achaanak hi khud ko kitna khaas mehsus karne lagte hain na?

kyunki us likhne waale ne bas zindagi se ek kahaani maangi hoti hai–kismat se wo aapki hoti hai.

kabhi kismat us software engineer ki kahaani deti hai jo har subah thoda jaldi taiyaar ho jaata hai ki 7 baje waali metro mein ek khoobsurat ladki use dikh jaati hai aur halke se muskura deti hai..

kabhi us sabjiwaale ki kahaani jo apni biwi k liye saree kharidne k paise bachata hai magar raat mein doston k behkaave mein aa k usi paise ki sharaab pee leta hai.

ya kabhi us ladki ki kahaani jise college mein jis ladke pe crush hai wo higher studies k liye abroad ja raha hai aur uske paas kuch bhi kehne ka akhiri mauka hai..

galAj jab mai ye likh rahi thi..mujhe bhi ek kahaani sochni thi..magar sach mein kahaani sochi nahin jaati. bas thoda sa jazbaati hona padhta hai..thode se chehre padhne hote hain aur thoda sa likhna padhta hai ūüôāstory

jazbaat—ek taaruf

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Jazbaat!
aksar log kehte hain mujhse…bahut jazbaati hun mai.
aksar log kehte hain k bahut jazbaati cheezen likhti hun..
aur aksar log kehte hn ki jazbaati logon ka is dunia mein jeena dushwaar ho jata hai..
…………………………………………………………………………….
magar jazbaaton k bina ye dunia dunia kahan reh jagi….video game ban jaegi!
jahan na toh haar jaane ka gham hoga na jeetne ki khushi…na aage kya hoga uska dar..na peeche kya beet gaya uski tasalli…
nahin mai aur meri ye jazbaati si dunia bht khoobsurat hai..isme mohabbat hai..khushi hai gham hai aur gham baantne k baad milne waala sukoon hai.
chhote se bachche ko dekh k honthon pe tair jaane wali hansi hai aur kisi apne ki aankh mein aansu dekh k ro dene ki aadat hai..
bas yai darkhwaast hai is blog ko padhne waalon se–kabhi bhaagne se fursat mile toh do pal theher k dekhiye…apni zindagi ko ek nae chashme se dekhiye..jazbaaton mein doob k dekhiye…acha lgta hai ūüôāhqdefault

when love remains unsaid…

Falling from the clouds
the drops-
today  have gone dry
Decorated with stars
and the moon-
so dark today seems the sky..
.
The flowers till yesterday
had a fragrance
the flies, the winds, birds
are grieving your absence..
.

i don’t get up early now
your voice alarm is no more
i still see you in dreams though..
My unfulfilled dream of
holding your hands beneath
your fav “squirrel house bough”
.
I am engrossed in my work
nowadays-
or i seem so
at sunrise ;in evenings
in moonlight, i ask god
why did you go?
.
The wind often stops by
my house
very quietly it knocks
i run to the door,searching
for your beautiful face
n your lovely locks.


The rising sun is asking me
about your whereabouts..

What should i tell?

The angel who was here
returned to her own heaven
leaving MY heaven like hell..

There are so many feelings
millions of words
are left, but moments we got were few..
You were more than special
to me
i could say never,but i loved you..
.
My life was a blank canvas
you came and
filled it with colours..
My heartbeats used to b entwined
with sorrows
you planted in me love for flowers…
.
You always said i am in love
but i denied
though i knew it was true..
You understood everythng, you knew me
more than i do
but you missed my love, how could you?
.
.
You had become a part of my soul
i had just started
to take you for granted..
I demanded, i complained, i insisted
and i am guilty
for never understanding what you wanted

 

i am alone and i am terrified
without you
even the silence seems scaring..
Life has become impossible
without you
i regret having lost a friend so caring..
.
I always seemed so quiet
when you talked
becoz i loved listening to your voice…
Every moment i saw you
i knew i loved you
and i was proud of my choice…
.
I kept my feelings to myself
because i knew
you will understanding everything..
I waited for apt time all the time
but you could not wait
you left and i am left with nothing..
.
I could never express
my feelings..
You could never
hear the unsaid ones…
.
I could never show
my feelings for you..
You never tried to see
beyond the unseen ones…
I failed to stop you
i failed to tell you
more than i loved my heartbeats
.
.
I loved you
i loved you
and forever
i will love you!!!

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WO SAFAR….

safar me kbhi na hum the na tum the..

tum bhi khud mein simte hum bhi apne mein gum the…

anjan the hum tum
anjaaan sabhi chehre the
muskurahaton ko rok rahe the jo
wo ajnabiyat ke pehre the..

bolna toh tum bhi chahte the
chup rehna humein bhi napasand tha
mulakat ke jharokhe khule the
dil ka darwaza par ab bhi band tha…

tmhari nazrein mere chehre ke

peeche ki kahani puch rai thi

meri palkein tmhari bujhi ankhon ki

ankahi paheli ko boojh rai thi…

waqt bhi pahiye laga ke chal nikla

adhe safar me hi tut gaya har faasla
ahista ahista karne ko kch baatein mil gai
kch tmhari kch meri yaadein jud gai…

do ajnabiyon ki mulaaakat ko
kch kahi kch ankahi har baat ko
mai in panno mein samet ke le ja rai hun
is safar ke tohfe ko bheegi muskurahat me lapete ja rai hu………..

kahega kissa ye safar bhi hmara ek din
ye khidki, ye berth sunaega fasaana ek din
ek safar mein kbhi hum aur tum the
khud mein simte…
ek duje mein gum the…………!!!!!

KOI BEGAANA HAI JISE…

Kisi ke tassavur mein

doob jaane ko dil karta hai

koi begaana hai jise

apna banaane ko dil karta hai..

ajeeb ittefaq hai ki

meri aankhen nam rehti hain kisi ke ashqon se

kisi ki hansi ki khanak pe

bewajah muskuraane ko dil karta hai….

yun jakda hun main apni bediyon mein

jese samandar thama hua sa khada hai

uchhaal k ek pathar kinare se

lehron ko thoda chhedhne ko dil karta hai…

sikudti ja ri humari dunia

koi dikhta nhi ab bheed bhari raahon me bhi

kisi se nazrein mila k

fir nazrein jhukane ko dil karta hai…

bht din se baandhta raha hu

apne ghamon ko halak k neeche

kisi k seene se lag k

us dariya ko bahaane ko dil karta hai

……..koi begana hai jise

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† apna banane ko dil karta hai….

thanks dost…

We are always complaining of the problems in our lives…always holding some grudges either against oneself or against the souls surrounding us. Sometimes we want peace of mind and can’t find it..sometimes we just want to be with our friends and at that time the calm solitude we used to desire turns into desperate loneliness. But my friends this is what makes our lives LIVELY…

I can say this because I go through such feelings many times..(in a week I will say because saying every day will portray me as a depressing person:P).. ¬†but i revive always..because of some special people in my life. I call them DOST..”Friends” seems a bit formal.. and today i really feel like saying A BIG THANKS to them through this blog..because in every odd or even they are the souls whom i can rely on that they will be there to hold me, hug me and kick me if i am wrong in any case.. ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† At the end all i will say to those who bother to reach the end of this PAANSATH article friendship is a gift that should be kept close to your heart always.. ūüôā

note:

Paansath is neither Hindi nor English so don’t bother dictionaries for this word..:P

MAZHAB…

Ye aaina bhi mjhko

ab meri shakl nhi dikhata..

ye puchne laga hai mjhse

bata tera mazhab kya hai..

ye tamaam galiyaan jahan

eid k mauke pe ammi

sewaiyan liye panditji ke ghar jaaya karti thin

aj aman aur mohabbat k cheethre padhe sisakte hain…

ye maidaan jaha raam bankar

ismail teer chalata tha

aj uske darwaze pe chipke

insaaniyt ke gum ho jane k poster

mjhse sawaal karte hain

bata tera naam tera mulk kya hai

bata tera mazhab kya hai..

shak hota hai mulk k

aazaad hone pe ab toh..

jahan har alag awaaz ka dam ghont ke

use sooli pe chadhaya jata hai…

awaam mein se hi na jane kaise

ek chingaari dhadhakti hai

aur shola bana ke use

ulfat ke mohalle mein

kayamat ka keher dhaane laaya jata hai

tapish k paas se guzarte hue

mene suna hai

wo angaare mjhse puchte hn

bata tera khuda kya hai

bata tera mazhab kya hai…

khauf ki is chaardeewari mein

khamoshi se khidki ke paas khade ho ke

yun hi kbi koi messiah dikh jata hai toh

barbas hi mai puch padhta hun

tu hi bata tera mazhab kya hai

ya mere maula mjhe bata

mera mazhab kya hai…