Sunday, May 27, 2012

Turning 27


Sometimes  one is in a phase of life, when he is trying to search who he really is, i am currently in one.  You complete your education, you get a job, you know where you stand in life, you get married, you know almost most of the things you spend your adolescence thinking about. And now you are 27 with all your fanciful notions and dreams happening or not happening in front of you. The veil has dropped down and life is naked in front of you. The only thing you think about is NOW WHAT?
They say that past is reflection of your future and the history is what repeats itself.  You have seen your parents raising you up, working most of their life, making sacrifices to keep you happy, saving for a better tomorrow, never too enthusiastic about anything, responsible, serious and almost dull. And you always thought i will never live like that, i will fly, i will live, i will never be serious and dull, come what may i will live life my way. How true?
And now when you look at your life isn’t that what you ought to do. Isn’t that more sensible and logical. Life is not a dream walk, it’s a journey of logical and meaningful steps. It’s not a rosy and fun filled ride, coz it’s not supposed to be like that. And for God’s sake stop expecting it to be like that. You have to let go some dreams, you have to be practical, you have to be empathetic to others, you have to make sacrifices and you have to come in terms with your destiny. Being inebriated for an evening is one thing, spending life senselessly is another.
By this i don’t mean that you should stop dreaming or accept your fate in whatever way it comes. But pragmatism is the philosophy i am trying to highlight here. How your parents spent their lives does make sense and you are a prodigy of those efforts and sacrifices. Be ready to lose, to face criticism, to let your ego go. Sometimes the beauty is in losing and waiting for your turn.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Kuch Khwaab Kuch Kisse...jo sach ho na sake :)

Jo kisse sach ho na sake wo hamare the,

dariyaan mein behte hue kuch kinaare the,

manzilon se milne ki zid bhi hamari thi,

aur tufaanon se ulajhne ke shauk bhi hamare hi the...


Ye jo toot gaya sheesha usme ek tasveer bhi thi,

par tootna us sheeshe ki takdeer bhi thi,

bikhre hue tukro mein chehra abhi bhi ek hi hai,

maathe pe lakeere hazaaron hai par labon par hasi ek hi hai...


Nadiya mein utara hu to samunder tak jaunnga,

aag lag hi gayi hai to poore shahar ko jalaauga,

nadiyaan mein behte hue kuch puraane kasbe bhi hoge,

jalte hue shahar mein kuch ghar mere apne bhi hoge...


Kaali raaton mein bhi saath mere meri parchaayi hoti hai,

roz sunvaayi hoti hai roz kaarwaayi hoti hai,

meri parchaayi mujhse hi sawaal aur jawaab karti hai,

saja bhi mujhko milti hai aur meri hi rihaayi hoti hai...


Tooten hue paymaano mein mey bachi abhi bhi thi,

behek gaye kadam par manzilon pe nazar abhi bhi thi,

jo pee na sake jo paa na sake takdeer mein nahi tha shayad,

bhar gaye zakhm par dil mein chot abhi bhi thi...