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.

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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!

 

Lahu ke do rang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ1qdWvNedQ

A tribute to all the Indian Jawans who lost their lives in Kashmir for the motherland on 14/02/19 – Jai Hind!

Koun hai tu…
Pesh karo pehchaan.
Josh bhi ek,
Junoon bhi ek,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kahan se aaya tu…
Elaan karo mazhab.
Mandir bhi ek,
Masjid bhi ek,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Koun hai tera messiah…
Kiska tu padhe kalma.
Aankh se barse shola,
Chaati se phate jwaala,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kis maksat se tu aaya…
Kaisa baarood tu laaya.
Mastak ka tilak bhi lal,
Rakt ka lep bhi lal,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kaisa maahol tu laya…
Kaala sanaata chaaya.
Na dikhi sooni kalai,
Na suni maa ki fariyaad,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

Kya naam hai tera ‘Aatank?’…
Gaon mein phire, tu banke khouf.
Goli se tu khele holi,
Maut se rahe aankh micholi,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?

O re ‘Aatank’…
Sun meri bhi chetaavni.
Na jaanoo teri jaat,
Na dikhe tera bhed,
Paar joh kar di tune sarhad,
Laang doon main bhi seema.

Kasam mere tirange ki,
Ghuss kar tere bill mein,
Kar doon chaathi teri chalni.
Yeh watan hai mera,
Main hoon iska sipahi.
Lal hai mera rang,
Lal hi mera lahu hai.

‘Salute to the Indian Army’.

Sparsh! – A touch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jahus_0mysI

Samundar ke tat par,
Aayi ek leher oonchi,
Khaara paani bheega le gayi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe choo aa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Dooor dooor tak faili,
Ret ki lambi chaadar,
Komal chaav se lipti rahi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe sarahyaa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Chadhta suraj apni jawaani mein,
Peeli roshni neele amber mein,
Odh lu kesariya rang chunar ka,
Oof kya tumne mujhe bikhraya…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

O ri chori, ab sun le mari zara,
Halki muskaan ki meethi hasi hoon main,
Khaamosh zubaan ka alfaz hoon main,
Sulagti aag ki shama hoon main,
Dhadakte dil ki aag hoon main,
Dabe ehsaas ka raaz hoon main,
Rom rom ki pukar hoon main,

Teri rooh mein hoon main tehra,
Meera ke mann ka hoon main basera.
Kisan mein hai tera sparsh,
Tujse hi hoon main,
Mujhse hi hai teri leela,
Main hoon tera sparsh.

 

Maa – Strength!

I wail in tears,
A gentle smile lifts me.

I fall in stupor,
The mighty lift wakes me.

I fail to giant storms,
A warm pat puts my grip back.

I loath in sadness,
A brave heart pours courage in me.

I succumb to defeat,
An innate warrior flushes hot blood again.

Ye ye… I wonder in awe,
Who is this?
Where does it hail from?

A mellow voice rings in my ears,
I am the ‘Strength’.
I am infinite.
I gave you life.
I yielded you.
My womb nurtured you,
To live for eternity.
I am your ‘Maa’.
I am your Strength.

Dedicated to my Mom. You melt in the cosmos but your undying spirit is the charisma of my strength. Love you, Maa!

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