At the bottom of the waterfall.. i enjoyed the rain and the forest, wondering where the water came from and where it went from there... There was happiness in every drop that fell on my forehead. Every green leaf would spark its colours on me. Every splash would sound like music so pure.
Suddenly i realized, I did not know how to climb up to reach the source nor swim deep inside to find out how deep inside the earth the water went! All I could do was to see the water pour around me, soak me, and disappear. I wanted to force it to stay like that forever.
I stayed stranded hopelessly knowing that it would all pass and I would have to leave the forest like that. The waterfall all gone and the senses deprived of the magic. Forever.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Attempt at shayari :P
tum thi ya hawaa ka ek jhonka tha...
hawa thi ya ek saaya tha wo....
ek khushboo thi betaab kar gayi wo...
ek ehsaas tha jab tak tha, madhosh raha mai...
chu kar aise gayi ki begana raha mai....
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Tumhari ek jhalak ke liye main yun bekaraar hoo..
Tere ek deedar ko meri rooh betaab hai...
Tum kya gaye alam ye hai ki tanhai bhee saath nahi
Bas tere chehre ki ek jhalak ka mujhko intezaar hai
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PS: No one laughs. If u do be silent... If u cant be silent then just laugh in ur mind... If u cant laugh in ur mind, let a bit of it pour out... :P
hawa thi ya ek saaya tha wo....
ek khushboo thi betaab kar gayi wo...
ek ehsaas tha jab tak tha, madhosh raha mai...
chu kar aise gayi ki begana raha mai....
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Tumhari ek jhalak ke liye main yun bekaraar hoo..
Tere ek deedar ko meri rooh betaab hai...
Tum kya gaye alam ye hai ki tanhai bhee saath nahi
Bas tere chehre ki ek jhalak ka mujhko intezaar hai
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PS: No one laughs. If u do be silent... If u cant be silent then just laugh in ur mind... If u cant laugh in ur mind, let a bit of it pour out... :P
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The lies on Truth
They told you not to lie,
but truth they never told
Lies are so smooth and nice
Truth such a vice.
Never knew truth hurts so bad
Lies keep you so glad.
Truth they say cant be hid
Lies can be said to every kid
Voids that Truth creates
Lies can fill them all?
but truth they never told
Lies are so smooth and nice
Truth such a vice.
Never knew truth hurts so bad
Lies keep you so glad.
Truth they say cant be hid
Lies can be said to every kid
Voids that Truth creates
Lies can fill them all?
Remorse
Today I come to thee with a repent body,
a beating heart and a flow of blood unusual.
Words I have none, and silence as you know
hurts more than a thousand bad words
I stand for penance, feel like totally naked.
Eyes not able to look into yours.
I know not the punishment but the pain is so severe deep inside
that it seems nothing worse can happen!
All night did nothing but buried my head into the pillow,
as if hiding it even from the darkness around.
Here i stand now ready to be dissected into pieces.
The body and the soul, both ripped apart!
a beating heart and a flow of blood unusual.
Words I have none, and silence as you know
hurts more than a thousand bad words
I stand for penance, feel like totally naked.
Eyes not able to look into yours.
I know not the punishment but the pain is so severe deep inside
that it seems nothing worse can happen!
All night did nothing but buried my head into the pillow,
as if hiding it even from the darkness around.
Here i stand now ready to be dissected into pieces.
The body and the soul, both ripped apart!
Monday, July 11, 2011
The hollow world...
Some people are so hollow that you hope not to talk to them again. All they are interested to know is how much money you earn! As if it is the end of the world! I dont know other societies but Marwaris know just this. Most of them!
Sometime dont feel like meeting relatives cos all they will try to extract is the number :D (Then I start to wonder shayad koi ladki khoj rahe hain mere liye :D) :D
The worst part is that they will not be straight! First question: so how many students.. 2nd Question: What's the fees.. 3rd: so u are alone?
and then they know enuf "maths" and i am like WTF!
If only life was such an easy calculation! Yeah money is important..
I feel so pathetic when i go to these parties and then see women wear gold ornaments... and feel like this is all they are living for! Some who dont have enuf keep feeling ashamed for no fault of their own.
Dont have a lot to say... but just hope that i dont become one of these people someday!
Sometime dont feel like meeting relatives cos all they will try to extract is the number :D (Then I start to wonder shayad koi ladki khoj rahe hain mere liye :D) :D
The worst part is that they will not be straight! First question: so how many students.. 2nd Question: What's the fees.. 3rd: so u are alone?
and then they know enuf "maths" and i am like WTF!
If only life was such an easy calculation! Yeah money is important..
I feel so pathetic when i go to these parties and then see women wear gold ornaments... and feel like this is all they are living for! Some who dont have enuf keep feeling ashamed for no fault of their own.
Dont have a lot to say... but just hope that i dont become one of these people someday!
Friday, July 08, 2011
Revenge
Seema looked at the baby in the cradle. Its small round eyes could hardly open. The face was red. The wrists and fingers hardly bore any bone! It was all muscles and red skin. The bells on cradle chimed beautifully. It giggled like it wanted to say everything but the joy deep inside did not let it speak a word. The chime she thought was useless there! She just wanted to see him giggle.
She had just returned from her office. The house was all empty. The baby and her. Manoj had probably gone out to the grocer. He would be there anytime soon. She had decided this long back. It was her turn now. She had it in her arms. She closes the gate and moves to the parking area. She puts the baby in the side seat and starts the car. Manoj had still not returned. Wasnt she pleased! She steered her car past Malviya Nagar to the very old looking area behind Sarvapriya Vihar. The fort was here. An old dilapidated one. A sign read "Archeological Survey of India, Protected Monument." The fort was not a famous one. Probably calling it a fort would sound strange. But then this is what it was. The walls were made of red sandstone, but it had linings of black. One could probably say that the wall was made of black with some linings of red. There were lot of shrubs growing around. Only the passage to the inside was cleared. Probably a lot of kids entered that fort through this path and that prevented the grass growth.
She gets out of the car with the baby. Climbs the couple of stairs that led to the open yard in the center. It was a small place. On one side was an old lady who looked like a beggar woman. Her hairs were all clumsy and her saree's colours were not at all visible. She ignored the woman and moved to the other side. There she put the baby on the floor and hurried to the outside. The old woman screamed something that she couldn't hear. She rushed to her car, sits inside and takes a long breath. She just sat in there for some time.
Inside, the old lady had the baby in her arms. She had a smile like any mother would. She kept looking at the baby. Suddenly she realized that it was the young girl who had left this baby here. She rushed outside. The girl was nowhere to be seen. A car stood there but she couldnt see the girl.
In the car, the stereo ran the song "ek bewafa se pyaar kiya... " Seema's eyes were remorseless. She hardly thought of anything. She took the car for a drive across Delhi. She crossed the AIIMS flyover, Akbar Road and then the India Gate. She made three full circles of the India Gate and then returned by the same route. She just kept driving for two hours. Probably she did not want to return home so soon.
Her phone rang. Manoj.... She looked at it and smiled. He now knows the pain. A drop of tear fell from her eyes. Just one. As if she drank the remaining like she did the last time. Her throat was heavy. She could not speak. She disconnected the phone. She stopped her car somewhere near Green Park. She closes her eyes. She sees the days when she and Manoj would sit together on the lawns of India gate, Manoj promising her a bright future. Her 19th birthday, when he sang "gagan se bhee ooncha mera pyar hai" for her. How happy she was! Suddenly the betrayal. She could recalled how Manoj disclosed the secret marriage with Anu, her elder sister. Wasn’t she shattered!
Now she was here. She had no idea if she should call back Manoj. She decided not to.
The beggar woman took the child in her arms. Played with it. She loved the baby giggle. She had her grandchildren. Her son was very hardworking and had left home when he was 17. She lived alone in a shabby house and had almost no reason to live. Chirag, she started calling him. He gave him a new hope to live, a new reason. She wanted to see him grow older and wanted to work for him. The same evening, she went to the old lady at Sarvapriya Vihar, where she used to work 4-5 years back to see if some work was available. She thought the land lady was kind enough to give her work. Now she would be able to feed Chirag.
Meanwhile, Seema returned home with expected scenes. Anu was there, almost half fainted. She had nothing but tears. She cried like a baby. Her hairs where all messed up. She looked like the beggar woman in the fort. Anu was a girl who lived in Green Park before she got married to Manoj. They fell in love after she met Manoj at college. She had known Seema through Manoj for all this while. Anu was not very ambitious in the worldly sense of the word, but she had seen a great future with Manoj. She wanted to see Abhay as a very successful person. She was already dreaming of the grand children she would have. She had so far built a whole web of the future which included everything one could think of. The whole castle of sand seemed to have turned to dust.
Seema couldn’t look into her eyes. She went upto her and took her face in her hands. She tried to remove the tears but they wouldn’t stop flowing.
Manoj stood there at one end of the room. He was totally shattered. Tears did not flow, but he had lost everything. The police would be here anytime soon. But like most other incidents, this one would also go unnoticed. He had put an advertisement for a lost child in the next day’s newspaper. Seema looked into Manoj’s eyes. She had sympathy for him now, remorse she had none.
She had just returned from her office. The house was all empty. The baby and her. Manoj had probably gone out to the grocer. He would be there anytime soon. She had decided this long back. It was her turn now. She had it in her arms. She closes the gate and moves to the parking area. She puts the baby in the side seat and starts the car. Manoj had still not returned. Wasnt she pleased! She steered her car past Malviya Nagar to the very old looking area behind Sarvapriya Vihar. The fort was here. An old dilapidated one. A sign read "Archeological Survey of India, Protected Monument." The fort was not a famous one. Probably calling it a fort would sound strange. But then this is what it was. The walls were made of red sandstone, but it had linings of black. One could probably say that the wall was made of black with some linings of red. There were lot of shrubs growing around. Only the passage to the inside was cleared. Probably a lot of kids entered that fort through this path and that prevented the grass growth.
She gets out of the car with the baby. Climbs the couple of stairs that led to the open yard in the center. It was a small place. On one side was an old lady who looked like a beggar woman. Her hairs were all clumsy and her saree's colours were not at all visible. She ignored the woman and moved to the other side. There she put the baby on the floor and hurried to the outside. The old woman screamed something that she couldn't hear. She rushed to her car, sits inside and takes a long breath. She just sat in there for some time.
Inside, the old lady had the baby in her arms. She had a smile like any mother would. She kept looking at the baby. Suddenly she realized that it was the young girl who had left this baby here. She rushed outside. The girl was nowhere to be seen. A car stood there but she couldnt see the girl.
In the car, the stereo ran the song "ek bewafa se pyaar kiya... " Seema's eyes were remorseless. She hardly thought of anything. She took the car for a drive across Delhi. She crossed the AIIMS flyover, Akbar Road and then the India Gate. She made three full circles of the India Gate and then returned by the same route. She just kept driving for two hours. Probably she did not want to return home so soon.
Her phone rang. Manoj.... She looked at it and smiled. He now knows the pain. A drop of tear fell from her eyes. Just one. As if she drank the remaining like she did the last time. Her throat was heavy. She could not speak. She disconnected the phone. She stopped her car somewhere near Green Park. She closes her eyes. She sees the days when she and Manoj would sit together on the lawns of India gate, Manoj promising her a bright future. Her 19th birthday, when he sang "gagan se bhee ooncha mera pyar hai" for her. How happy she was! Suddenly the betrayal. She could recalled how Manoj disclosed the secret marriage with Anu, her elder sister. Wasn’t she shattered!
Now she was here. She had no idea if she should call back Manoj. She decided not to.
The beggar woman took the child in her arms. Played with it. She loved the baby giggle. She had her grandchildren. Her son was very hardworking and had left home when he was 17. She lived alone in a shabby house and had almost no reason to live. Chirag, she started calling him. He gave him a new hope to live, a new reason. She wanted to see him grow older and wanted to work for him. The same evening, she went to the old lady at Sarvapriya Vihar, where she used to work 4-5 years back to see if some work was available. She thought the land lady was kind enough to give her work. Now she would be able to feed Chirag.
Meanwhile, Seema returned home with expected scenes. Anu was there, almost half fainted. She had nothing but tears. She cried like a baby. Her hairs where all messed up. She looked like the beggar woman in the fort. Anu was a girl who lived in Green Park before she got married to Manoj. They fell in love after she met Manoj at college. She had known Seema through Manoj for all this while. Anu was not very ambitious in the worldly sense of the word, but she had seen a great future with Manoj. She wanted to see Abhay as a very successful person. She was already dreaming of the grand children she would have. She had so far built a whole web of the future which included everything one could think of. The whole castle of sand seemed to have turned to dust.
Seema couldn’t look into her eyes. She went upto her and took her face in her hands. She tried to remove the tears but they wouldn’t stop flowing.
Manoj stood there at one end of the room. He was totally shattered. Tears did not flow, but he had lost everything. The police would be here anytime soon. But like most other incidents, this one would also go unnoticed. He had put an advertisement for a lost child in the next day’s newspaper. Seema looked into Manoj’s eyes. She had sympathy for him now, remorse she had none.
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