Seldom Pleasures!!

The world had left him grey and dark, But she found colours to paint him. That was the beauty of her soul, She managed to see the sunset, Even in the darkest night. Even though she brought the chaos on table, Even though he couldn't make her stable. But he knew somewhere in his heart, That all the chaos was worth it after all. That calming big beautiful eyes, That smile that spreads as wide. Something was magical about her, Something that made him fall from another world. She was his queen and he was her king. But the 'was' is in past, with no future with her.

Oh the crazy little world out there, Tells me what affection is. Oh but see that they are unaware, Of what my world is.. Known with few, Little bitter facts, They judge me with their amazing tacts.. I smile and wonder, With a grin on my face, Do i need to answer, Those eyebrows raised... Oh the crazy little world, U know I love you still, You are my companion, In the march with nill.. I walk with you, And with that grin on your face, Oh crazy little world, Lets rock this place..  

Oh two years later, I come to this place, Once I called home, but nothing feels the same. There is no sensation of belonging There is nothing left for longing.. This place no more feels like home, There is nothing left I could call hope. It's strange how memories play the game, It's stranger how fate changes names.. Each moment I spend here, I want to run way back there, To the city where I found love, In each moment I feel like a dove Not to the one which tamed me enough, Not to the one which defamed me rough, It's true what people say, Home is not an address, It's not a lane, It's where you find people that care, For you they are strength in journey so rare, Cities will change and so will the names But memories with some, Will always cherish like a fair That's where I will call it a home, Not just another but my only one.

It's just a few days from now, A dreamer that I met, Who spoke so much about it, Still I was not convinced… But the Sparks in his eyes, Did have the confidence, To rule the world, With his Herculean influence.. I have seen the spark, Somewhere, sometime before, I have known that heart, As Greek as Achille’s roar, Maybe it's just the belief which he carries, May be he was born for numerous magics… I now know I belong here, To dream it big and make it rare.. In built so strong I see a kid, He’s a dreamer with his own tricks.. Now I am sure of miracle’s sphere, This is where the history will gear, The team so strong in bonded knit Let's be the ones with that Perfect hit...

They wont ask how you felt,  They wont ask what just failed, They wont ask how long you have faced, They wont ask did u really made mistakes... They judged then and they will judge now, I wished it then and I wish the same somehow. Being a girl why they ask me to sail, Was it only me whose responsibilities failed.. May be for once he did lie, May be for once he manipulated the highs. May be what he said had never abide, May be his ways were never wise. What they told me , happens with all, I never saw non trending at all. What they told me I needed to accept, Such a mockery on relationships. They said once trust was the base, Then why when it shattered, They changed their ways. Why the rules weren't made the same. For my skin and curves, why they refrained. It has happened with her , same happened with me, He distrusted the breed called she. Still they never asked she’s to explain, For them he was wise and we were lame. She too begged like I did, But no...

काश ज़िन्दगी मेरी किताब होती, जो लिख देता वैसी ही आबाद होती, छोटी ही सही कोई तो पढ़ता, कुछ पन्ने पलटकर, कुछ पर थम जाता, उम्मीदों की स्याही से कलम मेरी आजाद होती, ज़िन्दगी काश मेरी एक किताब होती। ज़ेहन में आता जो बस यूं ही लिख देता, परवाह न नज़रियों की होती, ना गिले शिकवों का अंदाज़ा होता। पढ़ कर मेरी कहानी, कहीं कोई तो मुस्कुराता। कुछ लम्हों में सिमटते अफसाने होते, उन्हीं अफसानों मे कहानी मेरी बयां होती, काश ज़िन्दगी मेरी किताब होती। गुमां होता मुझे हर पन्ने की फ़ज़्ल पर, कि हर पन्ना एक दौर का आइना होता। बेखौफ से कुछ अरमानों सी बेधड़क सी कुछ बेबाक सी, होती मेरी कहानी भी ऐसी, जैसे बाग़ी कोई रूह जवां होती काश ज़िन्दगी मेरी एक खुली किताब होती।

Let the rain fall from the misty sky, Let it sing in its notes so high. Somebody please capture those dews, Tomorrow may be the cloud would again be blue. Listen to its collision with mother earth, Thirsty since months craving to be soaked up. Feel the love they carry for each other, They die every moment and yet are zealed up. Ever wondered the concoction of the two, Smelled a beauty, and a luxurious view. Their love is long lived that's all we knew, The sacrifice they made, will always stay true. They say rain and earth define the weather, Separated far too long ,had to be together. No matter the span was just a unit of time, May the memories they leave will always be mine.

गुज़र चुका जो  काफिला , क्यूँ धूल उस पर की रोज़ साफ करते हो। याद है तुम्हें, जब कंधे पे बैठे थे तुम उनके, तब कहा था, बेटा तुम खामखां ही डरते हो। बे झिझक तब तुमने अपनी बांहे फैलाई थीं, हवा से बातें कर रही, तब  तुम्हारी  ऊंचाई थी। तो क्या हुआ आज कद तुम्हारा बढ़ गया, ऊचाई का एहसास तो उन्हीं ने दिलाया था। कुछ दूर तुम भी साथ चल लो उनके, कंधा उनका भी थक कर आज झुक आया है। माना कि अब हवा से गुफ्तगू ना करा सकेंगे वो, पर तूफान से लड़ना उन्हीं ने तुमको सिखाया है। हो सकता है, अब तुम्हें सहारे की जरूरत नहीं, ज़िद्दी फर्माईशे को अब आने की खाईश नहीं| पर मत भूलना, क़दमों पर चलना उन्हीं ने सिखाया है, खड़े रह  सको  तुम, इस काबिल बनाया है। आज कदम उनके हिलें तो संभाल लेना तुम, उन्होंने पूरा जीवन इस भरोसे पे टिकाया है। 

We both lived lives, the difficult ones, But our worlds did differ when they had begun.. We both took birth in the same era, But our believes are still in opposition.. I might not say whose flaws they were, Whatever they were led to undefined scepticism. Not that you are wrong at your​ perspective, And not that I am too adamant.. We are just poles aparts, In that huge, the fallen ocean. Not that you weren't loved, And not that I was being ignored. It's just the time that has fought its way, To show us what it behooved. But is that all what was wrong, And nothing beyond to be thought of. Wasn’t one really hurt, wasn't​ one really in despair, Wasn’t one betrayed on all the promises made. The trust that was defined as eternity, Wasn't bruised enough to set it free. You would never know what multiple does, Done as many cannot be reversed. You may think it's just the first, But the silent past recognised it as last. ...

I look back in time, sitting on a chair, kept in my balcony.. not many but just a few years ago. As the wind brushes my hair and whispers in my ears, it reminds me of how the time has flown so fast with its lightening speed. It still feels as if it was just yesterday when I used to sit quietly in the middle of night, trying to figure out what would be my life be like in years to come... That feeling still gives me goosebumps. The anxiety of uncertainty still thrives through my body. My veins come closer to my skin. A lot has changed. Nothing has been as per the plan. Better or worst, cant say, but a lot has been written in this short chapter of life. The life which started in an extremely innocent manner and started its journey of experiences. That was the time when, we saw things and learnt about it. When we adapted to changes around slowly and gradually. When things seemed pretty simple. The biggest confusion that time was just to understand b is towards right and d is towards l...

बात शहर के दिखावे या गाँव के भरोसे की नहीं, यहाँ बात है एक दूसरे को अपनाने की तो क्या हुआ अगर देहात मुक्कमल है जज़्बातों  से  , शहर ने भी उसे बखूबी गले से लगाया है। मिठास उसकी बोली में है तो क्या हुआ, शब्दों ने ही तो संसार बिगाड़ा और बनाया है, हो सकता है मिठास उसकी कोशिशों में भी उतनी ही थी , पर देहात ने भी कहाँ उसे कभी स्वीकारा  है न आज़माइये हर रूह को संशय के पैमाने  से  , ज़रूरी नहीं जो दिखाई दे वो ही सच हो, इस  दुविधा  के पुराने खेल में अक्सर, कई रिश्ते जल कर राख हुए । क्या शहर है और क्या है गाँव, सब हमसे ही तो आबाद हुए हैं, अपनी अपनी संस्कृतियों की कोशिशों में, न जाने गुम क्यों इनके  जज़्बात  हुए  हैं ।

If I had to do my life over, I would choose not one but two of you, One who symbolized and added worth to life, And other who strengthen us to carry on the Legacy true... We are happy to call you our dad and are proud to be your Daughter-in-laws. Just like the one who is away, yet bothered, But here you show us how. Your love has always been pure, You have treated us as your own. You have always considered us as your real, Instead of just calling us daughter-in- law. On your birthday we wish you health, happiness and love Just be as you are as pure as Dove.... The fact the Daughter-in- laws have been generalized for a very long time now, as ones who have not considered their new families as their own. This thought process shall abolish now. The love and respect for their family can never be judged by their ability to fulfill the never ending expectations of their partners and the other members of Family.

And now i think you are finally free...RIP Michael All we have to do, now, Is take these lies and make them true somehow. All we have to see Is that I don't belong to you, And you don't belong to me....yea yea Freedom; Freedom;

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. -William Wordsworth

Dear Sisters, This is the letter every sister would want to write to their sisters. This is the time when I see you both getting to an era of responsibility with your adulthood! You live in a society which will always ask you to look your best, stand straight, speak less and speak soft.  The Society would pretty much know what you are best at then your own-self. They will know which Profession you should choose and which not; what kind of friends and how many of them you should have and whom not and to work or not to.. This is a web of complexities which starts its fabrication right from the time you take birth as a girl. This Society, people around you will try really hard to fit you in a certain mould. But its upto you how you take it. I know you have equally worked hard for your life, your career, your individuality just as our brothers. I know you too look out to be acknowledged for what you are and what you can do. You may do things a little differently but beautif...

‘What’s you favorite colour?’ She  asked,. ‘All your emotions’,  He replied. ‘What made you stay here?’, She wondered. ‘The hope in your eyes’ He smiled. ‘Is that your love that echoed?’ She Doubted. Yes and its grown in time. He admitted…. Such was the story they lived, So virtuous and alluring, He loved her more than the tree carrying its leaves, More than the sun, Who died every night to let his love (moon) breath.. Slowly and all at once, He fell for her with his each heartbeat.

ज़िंदगी चल रही थी, पर वक़्त थमा सा था, साँसे चलती थी, पर सपनो में कमी सी थी, हर राह अनजानी थी, हर राह अकेली थी, पर चलते रहे हम राहों पर बस उम्मीद ही तो अपनी थी। दबा के हर जज़्बात, दफना के हर ख़यालात, चलना चाहा वक़्त की रफ़्तार से, भूल के हर सितम, मुस्कुरा कर बस हम, चल पड़े थे ज़िन्दगी की तलाश में, उम्मीद न थी इस सिरे, न मिली कभी उस सिरे, बिखर सी रही थी ज़िन्दगी, कभी इस सिरे तो कभी उस सिरे। बिखरे सिरों को समेटे हुए, अपनी उम्मीद को संजोते हुए, ये कहा लाई थी ज़िन्दगी फिरभी, दो पल का सुकून था जहाँ, सूकून वैसा और कहाँ, घर अपना था पुकारता, पिता के सपनो को खंगालता, माँ मेरी भी सोई नहीं, उम्मीद मेरी अभी खोई नहीं।

This day a few years back, When i was even less than half of what i am infact, When this day meant a lot to be, And today also i have all those memories intact. The excitement prevailed for days before, What should i expect, created a chaos, When the only confusion was what i wore, And my sandals did not match oh god.. I invited her for my birthday party and cake, And she preserved some gifts for this date, I guessed what's in there with a tremulous smile, Noiselessly prayed it's not something I hate. Years are gone and days went, We are grown ups and only a little zeal left, We wish could go back and be child again, And relive these moments as earlier felt.

ज़िन्दगी को हमने हकीकत के आइने में ढलते देखा है, अपनों को अपनों से वक्त के साथ बदलते देखा है, गुरूर था उन्हें जिन ज़ज़्बातों पर, उनहीं ज़ज़्बातों को हमने वज़ूद खोते देखा है। जिन नज़रों में कभी प्यार झलकता था, आज उन नज़रों को ही बदलते देखा है, आज हमने भी एक ज़िन्दगी से, एक ज़िन्दगी को अकेले लड़ते देखा है। न पूछा कभी और न कभी जाना, फिर भी हर पल शिकायत करते देखा है, बस कुछ वक्त के लिये हम गुम क्या हुये, हमने हर रिश्ते को मुंह मोड़ते देखा है। आसान नहीं हर पल बिखर के यूं सिमट जाना, हमने पहाड़ों को आसमान से लड़ते देखा है। ख्वाहिश तू किसी बात का गम न कर, हमने हर गिरने वाले को संभलते देखा है।