Talaash – A Find!

Itni dur main chala,
Dhundla ho gaya,
Apne aks ko kho diya,
Aisa main ulajhta raha.

Kho diya kuch,
Kise…
Aur kaise…
Talaash hai.
Apna koi bhool gaya.

Aasmaan ki udaan,
Taaro ki saugaat,
Timtimati roshni,
Savaari meri jeet ki.
Le gaya apno ko,
Meethe rishton ko,
Mita diye saare faaslein.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Kaamyabi ki takht par,
Khada main akela,
Shikhar par sabse aage,
Mere peeche duniyawale.
Taaliyon ka shor,
Khushiyon ki badhayie,
Shabaashi kandho par,
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Seedi joh upar le jaaye,
Woh badhti chali jaaye,
Naye mukam dikhayein,
Neeche ka na koi dhaam.
Main band aankhon ka aisa abhaaga.
Itna lamba dekh na paaya.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Mehnat se yahan pahucha,
Kashton ko maine saha,
Tum kya jaano iss daur ko,
Har lamha maine jiya.
Yahan aana mera khwaab tha,
Ab aa toh gaya,
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Kamyaabi kamaayi,
Daulat aur shaurat bhi,
Jeeta Jag,
Jeeta apna naam.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.

Haan…
Talaash hai…
Mujhe meri…
Koun tha pehle,
Aaj koun hoon main,
Aaine ne bhi diya dhoka,
Le gaya mujhse meri pehchaan.

Bhagta chala,
Ruke na ruka,
Manzil ka junoon savaar,
Tezi ka main hua shikaar.

Talaash hai…
Mujhe meri.
Mann ke sukoon ki.
Apno ke saath ki.
Ghar ki roti ki.
Mere humsafar ki.

Aaj awaaz do mujhe,
Kaho ab laut chalein,
Talaash hai mujhe…
Tumhari…
Aur hamari!

 

Khoj – A search!

Khoj hai mujhe…
Meri saans ki,
Band dhadkan ki,
Ruke dil ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Thodi tamanna ki,
Halki khwaaish ki,
Beete waqt ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Ek pukar ki,
Najhuk hasee ki,
Buland awaaz ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Udte parindon ki,
Neele aasmaan ki,
Nayi pehchaan ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Manzil ki,
Maksat ki,
Dilerr sahaas ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Apni.
Milna hai mujhe…
Khudse.
Judna hai mujhe…
Mann se.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Anant Moksh ki.

Rendezvous with Black

What happens…
When clouds of gloom engulf you.

What happens…
When you lose road to dark bushes.

What happens…
When you realize your eyes see ‘black.’

Puzzled vibes. Sorts of intrigue. Much suspense and a handful of drama.

Meet Black – The significant.
Its the ultimate vibrant hue around us. Our basic habitat in which we live most of the time. On general terms black is perceived as the opaque layer of life, which avoids contact with light. But, have you ever pondered Black itself is light?

Rare, but true.

How?
‘Blank’ can be white. But ‘Black out’ is black. The phase of black out then meets the phase of blank creating rays of unseen light to seep inside and search new paradigms.
Close your eyes. Shut your mind. Now you belong to the dark room. Allow the inner conscience to awaken and speak. Lets, first clear all stir and empty the soul. You will find the purest aura of radiant black throwing positive energy around to transcend in different plateaus. The naked black allows you to connect with your inner self and transform you to a higher level of yourself, which then seemed unknown. Black gives fresh air to outgrow from your current bubbles and breathe a different you. Its yogic in form and immerses you in immense tranquility. The mind beckons peace. Stunning thoughts once again pour fresh blood into the stream. New dimensions, untraveled paths, youthful strength and goodness of life – become the focal points. It’s healing. Well, its black.

Now, who am I?
I am mindful.
And self aware.

I am stunning.
Still elegant.

I am reviving.
And evoke style.

I wear attitude.
And look sexy.

I am distinctive.
Still sophisticated.

I am fluid.
And seamless.

I am deep.
To absorb pessimism.

I command power.
And augment celebration.

I chose ‘Black.’ 

Black opens the mind’s eye. It teaches to visualize who and where I want to be. It gives undying faith to all beliefs. It envisions the road of what I want to journey on. I didn’t lose road in woods. I discovered the road less travelled. Black – the spot, which I took to be a dark stain, actually turned out to be the tint of new hope and new beginnings.

Black is eternal.
You rise from the dust and you go back to the dust. Man is created from ashes to merge back into the same ashes. When life ends, the soul meets the eternal black. The gulf of universal cosmos absorbs and dissolves it in a wide blanket of black. Black is thus soluble. It dissolves. It floats. Still, Black stays. Once again it is re-born to the chakra of karma. Black is non-perishable.

 

Raat – The Black Night!

Yeh raat har roz aati,
Jaane kitne sanaate laati,
Tum kya jaano sanaato ko,
Chupein kai gehre raaz jo.

Dheemi-si chali lambi raat,
Kehti kuch iski kaali jaat,
Sunn dastaan ishq ki,
Mohabbat ke jalte jazbaat ki.

Aaj ki raat akeli yunh,
Dhuan kaali chaadar ka kyon,
Sochu shayad tum aaj aao,
Adhuri aaz ko jaam pilao.

Banke shaayar main baitha,
Haale-e-dil kuch bayaan karta,
Khaamoshi ka izhar karta,
Chandni raat tera deedar karta.

Khoobsoorti tham si gayi,
Dabe hoth sil se gaye,
Sehmi baahein ruki na gayi,
Bikhri silvatein ek paheli de gayi.

Yeh raat har roz aati,
Jaane kitne sanaate laati,
Tum kya jaano sanaato ko,
Chupein kai gehre raaz jo.

Destiny

Is destiny my sorrow…
Or the reason of the deathly gallows!
Could it be my rejoice…
Else, my true respite!

What is destiny?
Who maketh it?

Thou is my choice.
My armour. My shield.
I am its creator.
In me lies its destruction.
I crumble it.
I resurrect it.

A spell of dark nights,
Stands a white stallion upright.
Paving the dim twilight,
I cross the dense woods.
Reigning a ride of pride,
I mount for my destiny.

Landing on happy surfaces,
My eyes greet ‘Monsieur Monk.’
Hands out two omens,
He demands; make a choice.

Son…choose black, choose white,
Carve thou best luck,
And climb the fate ladder.

O great monk, I replied…
Black is the robe of my scar.
White is my lucky star.
While I adorn the black,
I rise in the glowing white.
I maketh my own ‘Destiny.’
Destiny ain’t a choice to life.
Destiny is my way of life.

Dil kyon rota hai – Tears!

Dil kyon rota hai…
Bebas tu kyon hota hai,
Saala apna hi koi khota hai,
Aansoo tu kyon peeta hai.

Anjaano ka mela hai,
Akela tu kyon sota hai,
Aahat teri sune na koi,
Dard tu kyon sehta hai.

Bheed ki awaaz sunn,
Hawa se khoj na paoon,
Tujh tak kaise pahuchu,
Bheetar se tu kyon bolta hai.

Khaamoshi se baitha hai,
Mehsoos kaise karu,
Dhadkan yunh ruk gayi aise,
Waada tu kyon karta hai.

Dil kyon rota hai…
Bebas tu kyon hota hai,
Jhooth aisa bolta hai,
Pal woh ek dhoka hai,
Tanha mann aaj kehta hai,
Zindagi tera saath chota hai,
Dil tu kyon rota hai!

Say a Little Prayer! A compelling read.

 

Om shanti…
Om shanti…
Om.
Chant. Recite. Scream.
Scream Loud.

Hello, anyone in there?
Can you hear me?
Its me. Hellos…

Ever wondered does God hear us? Do our prayers reach him? Since childhood our deep-rooted cultures taught us to pray. Prayers upon the first rise, prayers for the first morsel, prayers before bed. Prayers say it all.

‘Prayers’ – the tiny messengers to God.

From my kidding days to greying today, I’ve mastered my prayers thoroughly. As time grew my mental maths got much weaker but my prayers grew larger and stronger. Unshakable pillars engraved inside me, I guess.

 Truly undisputed. Aren’t they?

What is a Prayer?
It often makes me ponder. On a simplified note I’d rather say its my heartfelt convo with my 3.00 am buddy – God. Also it could be some kinda group talkathon which reels loud mantras and shlokas in bold chants. Is it a propaganda too of the societal rights and the wrongs we follow. Can prayer be ‘The spiritual habitat?’

Can a prayer compel me to look deep within and know the real me?

Prayer with Technology
Today, everything comes at our comfort lap. We need not seek hibernation in Himalayas and meditate with penance for days and months to reach out to God. Google Apps saved us. Our lives are much sorted. Technology helps us bridge the gap. Prayer is more of an User experience (UX) today. With the flexibility in its nature it offers an adaptable interface. One can program it and re-program it much to his/her suitable needs. All it takes is a simple tweet with a send button no matter where you are. The scores pomp a million views with a thousand likes on your desktop. I’m sure it has reached the palmtop of God too and now your prayer ought to be answered in a quickie.

 Are we nurturing a generation of mockery to follow the wisdom of Ai rather than the power of our own heartfelt?

I am stalking God
I follow God everywhere. Why? Because I fear. My fear is gripped tight underneath my heels and takes me places far and near. The dilemma of ‘What ifs’ is a choco-block in my head. Am I inviting some bad episode? Its like a game. One rule missed and the bad omen gets a ‘life’. The fear allows me to trade with God. Commerce is in my DNA. Bargains and exchanges become the primary oaths of my prayer.

 Am I challenging the very being of God and the immortal strength in prayers?

I am an Atheist
I don’t pray. I don’t believe in it. I don’t know its type. The non-prayer is my real type – my true religion. That’s my pattern. Prayer ain’t in captivity but in liberation. Prayer lies in a simple connect with the nature. The painter is an atheist. He hyms a prayer with his abstract. He worships the hues of his palette. His picture paints beautiful dots with God. The writer is an atheist. His pen conveys volumes of meaningful and desired conversations with God. The yogi is an atheist. His meditation is a path of zen to God. The warrior is an atheist. Courage is his release. And the strength to knock life back in its boots is his sole path to God.

To me prayer is what I send as a signal wave in nature and in return mother nature gifts it back to me. Prayer is in chaos and love, both. Its in a gentle smile, a warm hug and a cheeky peck of simple love. It’s a loud unheard voice of my inner silence. It’s the small humdrum of my soulspeak. Prayer is the faith of my will. It’s a discipline that I strictly follow obey its rules by heart. Its in the sublime power to submit to the light of my inner self and come in unison with the outer cosmos. Prayer is to heal me with my rights and wrongs of life. I call it my safety belt – my very own being.

I ring a prayer everyday. Do you?

Chhapak – Inspired by the upcoming movie release of the real life acid attack survivor – Laxmi Aggarwal

Ae musafir…
Ruk zara,
Dekh, yahan…
Thoda wahan bhi…

Aankhen band kar,
Mann ki nazar khol,
Paaoge mujhe,
Meri rooh ko.
Mere ehsaas ko.

Main bani aarzoo,
Main rahoon sach,
Pehchaan mujhe…
Main hoon woh,
Main thodi si ‘Chhapak’.

…Na dekh mera rang,
Na dekh mera roop,
Main pyaari Chhapak,
Keval dekh; mera mann.

Nazar na rakh kayar,
Aankhein na juka sharam si,
Main masoom Chhapak,
Dua kar; zamaana rahe paak.

Andhere ka mooh kaala,
Ujaale pe kyon laga taala,
Main timtimati Chhapak,
Sitaaron sa; mera aashiyana.

Dard ki na koi bhasha,
Satya ki na koi zubaan,
Main adbhut Chhapak,
Insaaf bana; jeevan ka saath.

Phir ek daur aaya,
Hua naya janam,
Mita nishaan kalank ka.
Badal ne bahein kholi,
Hawa ne khuli saans li,
Gun gunati main yunhi boli,
Main thodi si ‘Chhapak’.

Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…

Celebrating National Poetry Month – ‘April’

Aaj mausam tanha hai,
Pal kuch khafa hai,
Thodi si pehchaan toh do.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Mohobbat se aaj ishq hai!

Shabdon ne racha mayajaal,
Mann phir bhi na de sukoon,
Aitbaar teri nishaani ka.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Sile hoth bole nayi kahaani!

Banjaaro ki basti badi,
Dil-da-badshah ek,
Pyaar di sachi talaash.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Intezaar ki dastak bani deewangi!

Dil tu kyon qaidi hai,
Chodd saath bewafa ka,
Sunn pukar khule aasman ki.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Apne hi mohalle se tu fanaa hai!

Ae, zindagi poochoon main aaj,
Aakhir tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Bata, kya tera raaz.

Agar, sawal hai tu.
Toh wajah bhi tu.

Agar, nafrat bani tu.
Toh ulfat bhi tu.

Agar, mazhab rahe tu.
Toh matlab bhi tu.

Agar, mera aks tu.
Toh, chaaya bhi tu.

Agar, dard de tu.
Toh, dawa bhi tu.

Agar, tamashaa bana tu.
Toh, haqueeqat bhi sirf tu.

Tu hai junoon.
Tu hi kare jung.

Ae, zindagi tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Aaj, gulha hawa mein tera shahed hai,
Tujhse hi main rahoon,
Mujh mein hi tu rahe.

Ae, zindagi…
Tu kyon khaamosh hai?

Khwaaish! – Desire

Jitni shiddat se paana chahu,
Utni dooor tu jaana chahe,
Tehr gaya mera mann bhi,
Kya tu khwaab hai, ya koi haqueeqat!

Ruka hoon paas aane ko,
Aaz bhi badhti chali,
Saansein meri tham gayi,
Kya tu sach hai, ya koi saazish!

Ban jaa dil ki aarzoo,
Rooh ki tamanna bhi tu,
Poori kar mere lab ki khwaaish,
Kya tu chahat hai, ya koi numaaish!

Iss raat ki ho na subah,
Deep jale; roshan bane chandni,
Shama pighalti gayi,
Kya tu ijazzat hai, ya dil ki zamaanat!

 

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