I, Me and Myself

I: Feels so gud to be independent ... individualistic ... living for myself ... breathing the fresh air ... 

Me: Is this what we always desired for?

I: This sense of liberty and openness is such an exotic feeling to experience !!!

Me: Are we indeed happy?

I: Rediscovering myself was never so fascinating before...

Me: I feel scared as if I am losing you...

I: No obligations; no liabilities; no guilt; no explaination ... I live for myself; for the moment which is mine; for the joy of the time thats in my hand;

Me: But what about relationships, promises, hopes, beliefs, future? 

I: I am because I am ... 

Me: I better be "Us" than Me ...

I: Theres no such thing ...

Me: Hope and Faith thrive within Me ...

I: I don't need to cling onto any unforeseen results ... Rather grab whats in store for me rightaway ...

Me: It may not always be ours ...

I: Not unless its someone else's ... 

Me: Aren't we getting mean?

I: I am just getting "human" becoz I know that I ain't  a SAINT...

Me: Seems we are growing apart ...

I: Thats becoz you don't want to drift along ...

Me: Thought we would always move on together ...

I: But now I wish to fly and you seem to be trimming my wings ...

Me: No just worried, where would this flight lead "You"?

I: There where I would want to land myself coz I control its course ...

Me: Thats your misunderstanding ... As long as you are happy ... Heres Me wishing you a very Good Luck !!!

I: I wish you too accompanied me ... "Me", you are making a mistake ... but I am confident of this journey being an exciting, eventful and joyous experience...

Me: AMEN ... 

साकिन...

कदम उठते क्यों नहीं?
दिल मचलता क्यों नहीं?
साँसें फूलती क्यों नहीं?
दम भरता क्यों नहीं?
जिंदगी तेरे होनेका एहसास क्यों होकर भी है नहीं?

सिमटसी जाती है हर आरजू उभरनेसे पहले यूँ
मिटसी जाती हो हर लकीर जैसे खीचनेसे पहली ही
उम्मीद लव्ज़ क्यों लगता है अंजनासा?
अपनीही ख्वाहिशोसे रिश्ता लगे बेगानासा?

हो रौशनी या हो अँधेरा, है अब परवाह किसे?
इंतज़ार किसी अनदेखे आफ़ताब का अब है कहाँ?

खुश्क आहों का साथ गर रहे यूँ ही,
यह सफर भी कट जाएगा, पलक झपकनेकी देरी है बस...

If Only ...

If only I could tell u how much u mean to me
If only u would sense the love beneath my fury

If only I could get to hold u once
If only u would get to read my mind

If only I could fly like a bird
If only u would capture me in ur heart

If only I could be with u for ever
If only u would let me go never

If only my mornings would begin in your arms
If only my nights full of your dreams never saw the dawn

If only I could tame my thoughts
That don't give up following you

If only !!!

The Familiar Stranger...

Ever wondered how much time and information or knowledge of some person is sufficient enough for us to promote him/her from a Stranger to the level of an acquaintance and then to the pedestal of a friend? An hour, A day, A week, A month; years may be and even a lifetime in certain cases. But has it ever happened to you that you befriend a complete stranger in a matter of few seconds and feel as if you have known this person over years; this is someone who is capable for you to rely upon, depend on, count on? I mean just a matter of some time and you both are no more strangers, not even plain acquaintance but connect to the level of close friends (the definition and concept of which is certainly subjective).


One moment I feel foreign the next a part of you
Now you are my close buddy then a mystique blue

The more I learn the less I know
The bond so profound continues to grow

Is this your innocence or a pull towards your essence
That makes you oh stranger so pleasing to my sense

Seems as though you were always around
But the noises of my mind dint let me hear your sound

Now that I have found you, shall hold you for ever
Late though, still better than never

Read me more, oh stranger
Help me discover more
Hold my hands and take along
On a journey of ecstasy galore

Silence: Thy different manifestations ...

How do I interpret thee??
If premonition of a Storm
Or epitome of Glee

Can I ever read you??
Thou who can be a learned's Tranqulity
Who is even an amateur's Frivolity

As many times as many visages
You get Hostile and at times Fragile
A mystery so Profound so Unfathomable

Tool of Expression
Result of Oppression
Resorting to thee is an irresistible temptation

Your strength to convey more than words
Is like a stuffed vacuum
So empty yet so complete
Just like your sound
Which is too deafening to be audible !!!

Stormy night

The scary cacophony of violent clouds
The thudding sounds and darkness of the awesome pall
The hurting winds and the flooding rains
What a night where nature exhibits its fierce visage

Is the breeze cooler than the chill in my spine?
Is the thunder noisier than my heartbeats?
The sensation of getting electrified,
Getting dragged along by the twister


Oh thunder, strike yet again
Oh clouds smash once more
Oh waves splash aloud on the shore
Giving us a good reason to come close for sure

May the rains drench us both
May the winds favor us longer
May the night get even darker
And the storm even stronger

Whom should it listen to?
Whom should it care for more?
A soul fearing loneliness
Or a couple combating temporal flight

Different needs hence different pleas
To a "Once in a while" Stormy Night

I too deserve ...

I too deserve to be loved,
To get the acceptance from my beloved
To be cared and pampered in times of distress

I too deserve the attention, the time,
The place in his life and the space in his heart
The breeze of his joys and the heat of his sorrows

I too deserve to vive,
In the cozy comfort of his presence
Snatch my share of affection
And add to my life his floral essence

I too deserve to be happy...

Reading between the minds

Over last few days, I have set out on an attempt to understand others, to interpret the subtle cues of their conscience, to relate their personalities with their preferences and thereby come up with a seemingly flawless bouquet of offerings which would be optimum enough to satisfy a whole many of the intended recipients. While executing the required exercise I realised that people don't really know whats missing in their lives and hence are even many a times clueless of what they are seeking from it.... They appeared to me like a modified version of Nomads who are moving on in life without giving much thought to the final destination (any reference to some art/literary/entertainment form is purely co-incidental and unintentional)... Living each day as it comes, curbing the burried desire for a change.

Taking the simple example of entertainment say through the means of Television. Today many "dedicated" viewers are actually completely discontented with the kind of content they are subjected to but still love watching the same... When asked what makes them get glued to the appliance which delivers nuissance in their view, they have to say hope is what sustains their (already dead) interest in the show. This reply reminds me of the Mother India fame attitude "Duniya mein hum aaye hai toh jeena hi padega...jeevan hai agar jeher toh peena hi padega". Why?? Asked my inner voice? Why to drink this poison? Why to accept whatever comes to you in the same form? Especially when you have so many other and better options and choices to make. Is it because you have adapted your body to survive the poison or is it because you know of no other drink or for that matter you dont really feel anymore like trying any other drink.

How many of us who seek change are really open for the same and willing to take a chance and experiment with something new? Now deviating away from this anthropological approach lets try to look at this finding from a marketeer's perspective. Branding a product to appeal a consumer who is herself unaware of her needs is no kid's business. Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai ... just like the chicken-egg problem (as to what came first), one can even ponder over this thing that does the marketeer fill an existing need-gap or create one so that he has something to fill but then for a need-gap to be created even the need is required to be created. Can need really be created? Well I have seen quite a few of my friends get confused with this question. Need is something which has always been existant and requires a trigger that would stimulate it into a strong desire.

This need is also a variable factor at least when it comes to entertainment industry. Viewers expect different things at different time oblivious to the reason causing this change in expectations. The exercise I conducted was also to know these changing expectations and the factors causing these changes. Reading between the lines in a person's chat and thereby trying to study a person is such an interesting (at times time-consuming) task, for me at least.

After having interacted with some persons I asked my self as to how much of a justice will I be able to do to the task entrusted. A person like me who is unaware of her own self, who is yet to unfold the mystery beneath her character, will she be able to hear the unsaid and read the invisible from the minds of strangers ??

Peace to all who "fall" in Love

किसकी किस्मत को कोसे हम
जिसकी राह तके आँखें हुई नम,
वह न समझा कभी दर्दे जुदाई का गम,
फिर भी नजाने क्यों दिल कहे,
वही था और रहेगा तेरा हमदम

It seems like a battle between the heart and the brain,
The mind and the soul,
Hope for serendipity v/s belief in reality
To hold on or let go

As they say " साँस है तोः आस है " but then why do the "wise" advise not to hope for the lost love to come back?? Why is "moving on" considered to be the sensible step?? Even then when 1 knows that ones love is lonely across the other corner of the world... living under the guise of "independent glee"; under the notion of (fake) triumph of practicality over sensitivity, of (thorny) bed or roses over (warm and gentle) sea of fire!!!

I always keep asking myself this question that why don't all love stories have happy endings ...
Why can't "every" Romeo n Juliet "live (together) happily ever after" ??

गर जुदाई ही किस्मत का फ़ैसला है तोह नाज्दिकियोका धोका क्यों है?
जब साथ नसीब ही नही उनका तोह दिलने उन्हें भुलानेसे रोका क्यों है??

I just pray to God that may all the souls who fell but didn't rise in love find peace and happiness
Amen

Here I Lie

Here I lie remembering the unforgettable, the non-erasable, but yet desperately undesirable memory of your presence in my life...

When I discovered a new facet of my persona, a different human within...
When I learned to believe and live in my dreams and objectivity seemed to me like a sin

Here I lie going against your request to smile ever and live like I did never...
Not cribbing over the set "Sun" and recovering from the past burn

Here I lie, shedding what you disliked the most...
"Tears"; for the lost glee... the gloominess thats not letting me set free

Here I lie, waiting for a miracle to happen, a fancy to come true...
And make my life take a turn on the path that has its dead-end as you

The time & place to come when the unthinkable will take effect ...
And the longed and desired dawn will rise making life a picture-perfect

Come Over !!!

Come Over

Come over like a wave of sea
To engulf me into the realms of glee

Come over and take me in your cozy embrace
Lets triumph over the temporal and spatial race

Come over with a morning kiss
To give me the ever satiating bliss

Come over just once ... when I am least alarmed,
Sensing my deep-buried desires and leave me charmed

Come over before I head on the never-returning journey of eternal rift
And take me along to an exotic world with your whimsy drift

A world with just you and me and our selfless yearns
A world void of "righteousness", man-made norms and societal churns

Come over before I give up the faith in love
Hold me in your secure arms not letting despondency me shove