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.

Range de!

Woh rang kya kehta,
Ghulta hawa mein aisa…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Lagi thodi puraani.

Woh rang ki chunar mein,
Lipte sapne saare…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Lagi duniya niraali.

Woh rang hai mera,
Dhuaan gulab ka…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Lagi mehak mithas ki.

Woh dil holle bole,
Ishq hua dheere se…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Bani yeh meri kahaani.

Rang aaj yeh kehta,
Tere rang mein rang jaaon…
Dhai akshar prem ka,
Aaj sunn meri zubaani.

Because…Reasons Define

5 Star Rating Novel
Because…

is a compulsive search to look within and find answers. We are generally lost behind the apathy of our own laid cobwebs. Our illusions go beyond the layers of natural thinking and result in million unanswered questions. 

Under this thick dust, the mind is our own employee and we define its purpose to work for us in chanelled directions. With a sensitive approach towards mental well-being, Because articulates positive thinking with creative reads and poetic expressions giving us meaningful takeaways. It captures a release of different moods with sheer optimism. It asserts on prudent lessons of various experiences and helps us to reach logical ends. An engaging read, this book brings an extraordinary feeling of happiness and
internal satisfaction.

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Who Knocked?

Life moved.
I grew,
And I grew tall.

Neglecting routine reserves,
Thinking they were all mine.

Things that were once free,
Soon came priced.

The inhale of fresh oxygen,
Now, layered with a nosy mask.

The solitude of lush greens,
Patrolled by guarded cops.

The zest of barefoot run,
Lie inside an online yoga room.

The silence of holy shrine,
Deliver home-made prayers.

The crisp of morning newsprint,
Surface a lifeless touchscreen.

The joy of hand-picked dailies,
Shrink-wrap in a market app.

The sizzle of hot popcorn in cinema,
Couch on indoor live streaming.

The thrill of real santoor,
Play on headphones in playlists.

The ghazal of Jagjit,
Ripples nostalgia in whisky.

The fine dining impression,
Sit at home-made dinner tables.

The roar of 3.00 am friends,
Mute with Zoom call Hi’s…

The promise of our well-being,
Commit insurance in covid covers.

The retire of one’s sweat,
Trend live stories on instagram.

The peace of mindful sleep,
Hover with what’s for tomorrow.

The warmth of love,
Is touched with woody silence.

What happened… Who knocked?

It only said,
I give… I retaliate…

Absences with absence.
Affection with affection.
Friendship with friendship.
Loyalty with loyalty.
No more one sided feelings.
Feelings must be mutual.
Respect my being.
And I respect you.

I am Nature.

Isolation – ain’t isolated.

I  S  O  L  A  T  I  O  N
Separated. Deserted. Alone. Single.

Not really.

But,
Connected. Included. Not one. A tribe.

Isolation ain’t isolated,
But a happy quarantine.
A cheerful me time,
On a happy selfie rhyme.

Glued to my lappy,
The worlds’ at my desk.
From SARS to CORONA’s,
All connected in my net.

Friends to my fingers,
Hellos at the wats-app.
Cutting real-time peeps.
Instagram says just be.

Claps on my creative,
Social Samosas cheer me loud.
Let’s now debate,
The Quint voices me out.

Alone; a petty status,
Tinder keeps me hooked.
Date, mate and hate,
Creates many stories.

Live is short,
Lasts for a day.
Meet me buddy,
I am today’s, ‘Its Live’.

So much to seek,
From likes to love.
Country’s world-wide,
To n fro land… on my palm.

Isolation ain’t isolated,
It’s the new me.
A diy hack,
My solo space shack.

ISOLATION
I am connected. I am included. I am the one. I am the tribe.

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.

 

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.

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