#ek Jindadi

Ae jindadi tu dass mainu…
Kithe tu,
Aur… kitne tere maslein.

Na kaha; toh faasle badh gaye,
Aur bole toh faisle bann gaye.

Na ruke; toh haath chooth gaye,
Aur juke toh dil judd gaye.

Na sunna; toh ankhaan bhar aayie,
Aur samjha toh kaleje vichh thand paayi.

Na himmat; toh mann di joli khali,
Aur sher-da-jigra toh mutthi ekk bhaari.

Ab toh thoda dass…
Ae Jindadi,
Kithe tu…
….Tere vich koun…
Main… ya meri parchaayie!

#Dreams

Close your eyes.
Dream…

Follow your dreams,
Chase them.
Coz…
Dreams hold the power,
To transform realities.
Shape truths,
And build legacies.

Believe in your dreams,
Embrace them.
Coz…
Dreams share tales,
Of sweet sweat.
Hot pursuit,
And healing faith.

Promise to dream,
Much beyond.
Coz…
Beyond is the open sky,
Of limitless canvas.
With air to breathe,
And space to fly.

Dream to shine,
And be the twilight.
Coz…
Each sparkle is divine,
In a star so unborn.
Let the Hero rise,
Inside you, from within.
Unfold stories; until untold!

Hounsla!

Khayaalon se karoon ek sawaal,
Meelon tak itni doori kyon?
Manzil koi dastak de,
Ankahe saare raaz kahe.

Woh meri zidd,
Mera jazba,
Aur junoon.
Jeene ka andaaz woh,
Mar mitne ka khawab bhi woh.

Aisa hi hai woh…
Jigar ke paar,
Jeet ka vaar.
Josh ki lalkaar,
Mann ki pukaar.

Bas aur koi nahi,
Akela woh, akela main.
Hum ladte rahe,
Phir bhi chalte rahe.

Haste haste…
Kabhi woh meri dagar,
Aur main uske nagar.
Aisa mera woh humsafar…
~ Mera Hounsla!

Bhay! – Fear

Maangle tu aaj,
Toofani lambi raat.
Buja de saare deepak,
Umeedon ke dwaar.
Jal gayi rasi,
Par bal na tuta.
Chalta rahe kafila,
Bhay naam hai tera.

Shikanj meri itni,
Koshish karta rahoon.
Joh jung mein hai tu,
Toh vaar main bhi karoon.
Tu bhay hai,
Toh main hosla hoon.
Tu le panaah soch mein,
Toh main dil mein basu.

Tu kamzor bana faislon ko,
Main buland awaaz dil ki.
Dagmagaye kabhi tere paiyr,
Main pathar ki ek lakir.
Sunn yaara apne mann ki,
Sirf andar dil ki.
Bhaga yeh bhay ko,
Mita uske ghar ko.

Jala mashaal roshni ki,
Ujaala kar aashiyaane ko.
Darr ka na koi naam,
Bhala uska kya hai kaam.
Rukna nahi,
Aur zukna nahi.
Maut se aage tu nikal,
Zindagi; silsilon ka…
Keval ek naam hai.

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.

 

Blank Canvas

In you I see,
A million stories.
Some to capture,
Some to release.

Lets release,
Dry empty eyes.
Cocooned shells.
Little nothingness.
Hollow space shacks.
Suspended opinions.
And, some aimless desires.

Together lets capture,
White spaces.
Reigning designs.
Thinking pads.
Creative kick starts.
Endless possibilities.
New opportunities.
Focused goalposts.
Black dots.
And, seamless patterns.

Blank Canvas,
I say…
Is nothing.
But a perception.
Of shallow thoughts,
And captive ideas.

Feminism

No boast to praise,
No toast to raise,
I hit a simple truth,
Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.

The bold individualism.
The attitude in my sleeves.
The mark of silent attention.
The comfort of my jeans.
The scars on my skin.
Allow me to grow thick and thin.

Enthral bold experiences.
Skill thrilling adventures.
Sail mighty endurances.
Toughen gentle resolves.
Perceive grim battles.
Aim me to stand high and tall.

The womb of world,
Calls me names.
Ripping through shuttering eyes,
My feminism cuts barriers ahead.
For new terrains and green plains.

Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.

Usool – The Principle!

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Na hai uski jaat.
Kaise kahe badi woh baat,
Kya tum jaano uski kitni aukaat?

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Kitne lagaye anginat rok.
Mohallon se woh aise guzre,
Apni dagar woh likhte chale.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Bin taal ke taan chedte rahe.
Par taalim se jude bane,
Yahan, wahan suron ke saaz lagate gaye.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Sanaton mein siskiyaan rote hue.
Toofan ka sanket dete gaye.
Jhujte rahe… par jeet ki kashti paar karte gaye.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Mukam ki dorr kheechte hue.
Raah mein faasle badhate chale,
Manzil yunhi fateh paati rahe.

Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Unhe banaye kisne?
Mann ka sawaal bana usool,
Raaz mein jawab de gaya usool.

Oye yaaron…Thoda samjho inhe,
Usool bade bedhangi hai!

 

 

 

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.

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