Aaj Bachpan ne phir...

Aaj Bachpan ne phir,
Mujhe aapna saathi banaaya
Aur mujhe se nighao mein,
ek hi Sawaal puccha

Ki kahan bhool gaya tu,
Mujhe aapni Zindagi ki,
Jaddho jehad mein

Ki kahan bhool gaya,
tu aapni Masoomiyat ko

Aaj Bachpan ne phir,
Mujhe aapna saathi banaaya
Aur mujhe se nighao mein,
ek hi Sawaal puccha

Is zindagi mein mukaamoein ke pichae,
Bhaagte Bhaagte kahan nikal aaya tu

Is zindagi mein chehre par chehre chadate-chadate,
Kahan bhool aaya aapni muskharahatoein ko tu

Aaj Bachpan ne phir,
Mujhe aapna saathi banaaya
Aur mujhe se nighao mein,
ek hi jawaab manga

Ki kab aayega tu vapas,
Aapni panah mein...
Aapni panah mein...

Kyu...

Din kaata nahi,
Raat kaatti hai.

Zindagi apne saamne hi,
Apni aabru ko katra katra..
Karti nazar aati hai.

Inhi kaatronne mein,
Zindagi aapne ko chupha kar...
Roti hai.

Phir bhi Nazaarein,
Saath nahi dena chahati.

Nazaarein bus khamosh,
Dil ke roodan ko nazarandaaz kar,
Aapne mein hi kho jaati hai.

Kyu?

Dance of raindrops

I am sitting on the edge of two world. One which is completely imbibed in rain, and others which wants rain to stop. Rain just touching everything, it is trying to color everything in its color..... Mountains never been so green as they do now..... Rivers, brookes , streams, lakes, ponds never shown so much energy as they do now. Everything is charged up in other world.

I am still sitting on edge of the world watching the increasing influence of rain....... moments after moments. I have full confidence that these stone surrounding me will not going to color in the colors of rain.... Rain also understand this and then it shown me its different color..... Color of creation. In courtyard as rain touches stones, it changes itself into tiny droplets which run over the surface as if ballad dancers performing there act. These tiny ballad dancer are shining like diamonds who are trying to make world best arrangement. Music of nature just encouraging them to give there best performance.

Only thing is its on the other side of the world.

Movie which proves itself to be worth million

After long time, watched a very nice movie with normal story but then also it is powerful, remarkable and awesome. Movie which is totally dominated by great acting and powerful screenplay. Million dollar baby - a movie reckon with supererb acting from all lead actors. This movie revolves around three characters - a person who is master in creating fighters, a person who has glorious past but now surviving with scar and a person who has great fighting spirit for achieving what she wants in her life. Best part of whole movie is how all this three characters compliment each other and makes each other to come stronger in their weak times.
This movie is really treat to watch. This is one movie which will going to touch your heart as it progresses. One of the best out of Clint Eastwood's lot. Watch for acting, watch for relationships created between mentor and follower, follower and encourager.

Survival on the edge of Living

Honnermardu trip with fifteen angels was one of my best trips. For four days my life was so simple. Now when I look back, I am unable to answer a simple question - "Life which I lived for four days is my real life or life which i am living from my childhood is real". The latter is a life which can't be sustained without dependencies; dependencies which we have only created, for maintaining our living status. While I was talking to one of my friend, about this experience, he revealed a great point of view about "living versus surviving". What does a human want if he just leaves his or her living status? Food, isn't it?? Surviving is basic for a human and of attaining this; he or she is always capable. As living comes into picture, problems start. Creation of layers starts. A sense of presence starts. A sense of "survival of the fittest" starts. And this starts race, rage, violence, agony, depression etc.

When I was on four days of nirvana, I didn't have to care for my presentation, my status. I was like a free bird. Life is just enjoying with angels in laps of nature. But as I entered concrete jungle automatically all dependencies, layers, constraints started. Living took over survival.

Person/Personality

What today I am talking about, may be cliche, but holds truth. When I am chatting with my friend, on some point she come very straight on hating a person, lets say some Mr X. I feel very surprise, a thought strikes me, how can you hate a person? Likes and dislike can be attributed to his/her distinct characteristics or habits. You can single out person's habits or characteristics, but its really impossible to hate person. If you ask any person why he likes or dislikes a person, reasons are always person's attributes. So why person should be blame on that. Anyone can comment on his/her habits and characteristics. He/she has full freedom to like or dislike anyone attributes but no right to comment on person.
May be I am trying to see individual and his/her personality differently. But this cliche solves lots of unbearable state of mind.

Pathar

Aaj pathar ko bhi,
Aanshoo bahaate dekha tha.

Aaj pathar ko bhi,
pighalte dekha tha.

Aaj hridhya-vihin ko,
Hridhya Vidaarak hote dekha tha.

Aaj jeevan se bekhabar ko,
Jeevan ke dard ko samjhte dekha tha.

Aaj usko aapne Tukdoein mein,
Aapne ko khojte dekha tha.

Parchhaiyan

Parchhaiyan, jo roshni mein hamesha saath rehti hai. Lekin jaise, jaise andhera badhaine lagta hai, durr hoti jati hai aapne se hi. Jaab zaruraat hoti hai, tab hi kahi kho jati hai. Anokhi hai yeh parchhaiye.
Saath chalne ka vaada to karti hai, lekin aapni bebasi mein khud hi kho jati hai. Roshni mein khud ko kaala karke aapne hone ka bodh karati hai lekin jaab andhera aata hai to uske rang mein rang jati hai yeh parchhaiyan. Kitni ajeeb hai yeh parchhaiyan.
Kya abhaash karati hai, ya phir kahein ki kya bataana chaahati hai yeh parchhaiyan? Kitna samajhate hai hum aapne humsafar ko kabhi soacha hai? Bina kuch kahein bus saath chalti hai, aur raha badaalne par woh rehte hue bhi, aapne ko aapne mein sama leti hai...... yeh parchhaiyan.

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Destruction is the birth of creation. From mythologies to contemporary, from first apocalypse to tsunami take any example and that will tell the truth. And in the way of this foundation lies beautiful phase called chaos. Chaos which is making of future from unrelated entities trying to create relation. A relation which can speak of a creation. A creation which get acknowledged by the people without any relation to what has gone in its making.

Kitne Ajeeb…..

Kitne Ajeeb, Rishte hai yahan par Pal mein bichadte hai, Pal mein milte hai Khushi se bekhabar, Ghamoein ko rasta dete hai Kitne Ajeeb, Rishte hai yahan par Kitne Ajeeb….. Kal to jaane the, Aaj ajnaabi hai Chayoein mein bhi, Dhoop ka, ehsaas dete hai, Kitne ajeeb, Rishte hai yeh par Kitne Ajeeb….. Sapanoein mein milte, Haqeqat mein kho jate hai Do pal ko saath chalte hai, Phir saath badalte Kitne ajeeb, Rishte hai yeh par Kitne Ajeeb…..

Saal Jaana Anjaana

Saal Jaana Anjaana

Saal ke is aakhri din,
Soach raha tha...
Is saal ke agosh mein..
Kya khoya , aur kya paya..

Paal paal badalti parchaiyo mein,
Kitne aks ko pehchan paya..
Aur kitno ko doophaar ke suraj..
mein kho diya...

Soach raaha,

Aaj is saal ke aakhri laamhoein mein.

Akela betha, baandh kamre mein,
Vichro ki dristi mein,
Beete hue laamhoein ko jee raha tha...

Dhundh mein dhootha tha,

Phir se chamakte Sooraj ko..

Aaj is saal ke aakhri laamhoein mein.

Soach raha tha....
Kya tha is saal mein,
Aur kya nahi tha ...
Jiski aasha mein aanewale..
Saal se rakhoein...
Jinhe mein aane wale,
Bhavisya mein dhoondo...