Thoughts... Life... Memories...

The Dengue Saga

2010-10-20T13:05:00.001+05:30

Once upon a time, there was a kind

And it was called the ‘humans’

They walked on two legs and ate the bread

They built sky-scrapers and laid on beds

And just for gigs, they occasionally fought

And on serious matters, opinions they sought

And though they thought, they had many a battle won!

But when it came to us, Oh! Boy! Did we win!

We observed them for years,

And their living style,

One thing you have to say for humans,

It was probably the cleanest of all kinds

They also liked to ‘store’ and store a lot they did

Lucky for us, some of them stored waters in uncovered dishes

These dishes would be buckets or vessels in the kitchen

Oh! But for us, they would be the best of ‘trenches’

And we low lying creatures, had nothing better to do

But suck a few humans and of course breed too!

We bred on their storages and lived on their blood,

But little did they know about our small and sweet peck!

When we gave them our kiss, for that teeny-tiny drop of fresh human blood,

We gave them the ‘Dengue’ – we gave them the curse!

If only humans knew how to spread the message,

They might have lived,

But we attacked them with strategy

And in wars some get killed

To give them their fare share,

They did chat and collaborate,

They scrapped, and twittered,

And often poked friends,

But when it came to ‘real’ message,

Boy oh Boy! Did they dither!

Or maybe they just sucked,

What an irony, as we also ‘suck’!

In retrospect, we didn’t do much,

We simply continued to ‘suck’

The irresponsible, uninformed humans did the rest

We still thank them much

When the word of ‘Dengue’ spread

Few knew of blood groups and platelets

Lucky for us, not all doctors and patients are alike

While some doctors left out repeat tests, patient’s never asked ‘what next’?

And then there was the really educated class

Which prescribed themselves medicines on doctor’s behalf,

Oh! what a cocktail of mess we had!

And it made us giddy!

We went out sucking

In ones, twos, and threes!

We had so much to choose from, often we would toss

But most often than not, we all got a lot

An immune system down due to painkillers

Fashion frenzy – cut sleeve dress in a cinema

Pitchers of water to swam and breed

Oh! It must have been our good karma

Little by little, our menace spread

And in hospitals, there weren’t any beds left

We hung around windows, missing our bloody diet!

While the patient’s put on a brave fight

We did help humans in at least one way

They now reached out to strangers

To give blood away

However, for a few innocent

It was late,

Our ‘Dengue’ had done wonders

And taken a life away

If today you ask us, ‘Would you have things differently?’

We shall say ‘Yes!’ not thinking twice!

For we didn’t realize,

No Humans – no sweet blood!

And now we miss out humans

And wish they were here

But to doctor’s and patient’s they should hear

So that we both can live in harmony

And peace shall prevail

We suck a few humans, while some take care

With that this Saga comes to end,

Hope humans had the time to mend

Composed in interest of controlling and eradicating ‘Dengue’ - Please consult your Physician on preventive measures for Dengue.

क्यों...

2010-03-06T20:31:00.002+05:30

क्यों दर्द का एहसास ज़रूरी है, दिल की मौजादगी पता करना के लिए,
क्यों उदासी की ज़रुरत है, अकलेपन के लिए
क्यों...
क्यों किसी का साथ ज़रूरी है, ज़िन्दगी के लिए
क्यों साथ छूटना ज़रूरी है, किसी की वकत जान्ने के लिए,
क्यों...
क्यों...

इंतज़ार

2008-04-30T22:54:00.004+05:30

१। हमे जगाये भी रखा और ख़ुद भी न आए
सितमगर तुम्हे नींद तो आए पर माशूक के ख्वाब न आयें....

२। आँखें तेरी झलक को तरस रही हैं
होठों पर हँसी रुकी सी है है
समय बढ़ता भी नही और सांसें चल रही हैं
यह रात है की अब कटती नही
तुम आ भी जाओ यह कहना क्या बाकी है अभी?

The Cold Winter

2008-01-20T22:52:00.000+05:30

Time seemed to have frozen
Each breath more painful than the other
The numb inside colder than the outside
The whitesheet like a drape o'er the dead....

Blankness abodes the mind
Like the mist hanging over the lake
Nothing in sight
and yet everything is where it is supposed to be

The silence echos out loud
Like the screeches of a hungry and lost fawn
No sound escapes the mouth
The tears long gone

This winter will stay longer
But it will someday pass on...

The Lonely Road

2008-01-18T01:14:00.000+05:30

Into the lonely forests the heart travels
Letting out an occasional sigh

It pains for the loss of none
It beats for no soul divine

The treacherous road has seen all
Yet it waits... waits for the traveler to come

It is not for the path to wish for a caravan's trail
It is not for it to follow behind

The wind that blows and the sky that looms above
They see all, bear all together
And still the road curves ahead...
Twisting like a snake praying for a prey

But loneliness stays on...
Long after the winds calm down
And the clouds clear
It is the inseparable partner
It is always there.....

रुकी सी ज़िंदगी

2008-01-02T19:44:00.000+05:30

एक मुर्झिल सी पगडण्डी पर आज नज़र पड़ी
देखा तो लगा पहले तो नही थी

फिर आवाज़ आई ...यही तो ज़िंदगी रही
दिल ठहर गया... आखें खुली सी गयीं
यह मैं कहाँ थी ? यह किसकी ज़िंदगी ?
न कहीं सूरज का पता था... ना ही कहीं चन्द्रमा की शीतलता थी...
यहाँ तो बंज़र ज़मीन थी और कुछ भी नही

अँधेरे में सहारे को ढूंढते से हाथ आगे बढे
एक रुन्धी सी चीख गले सी निकली
नहीं ! नहीं जीनी यह ज़िंदगी ऐसी ज़िंदगी बेजान ज़िंदगी

तब अहसास हुआ ,
यूँ नही कि दिल खुश नही पर दुःख रहने के सिवा और कोई चाहत नही

एक सिहरन सी दौड़ गयी शारीर में

हाथ मैं खुरपी ले मैंने जंगल उगाया था
अपनी ख़ुशी को द्वार से लौटाया था
रेत मैं पद-चिन्हों को ढूंढ रही थी
सांझ को रात समझ रही थी

शुष्क पेड़ की तहनियां ही दिखती हैं
पर जड़ें संभालें थी... उम्मीद में जिंदा थीं

एक और सपने को मार नही सकती मैं
कुछ और पेड़ उखाड़ नही सकती मैं
इस घर और बंजर बना नही सकती मैं
यूं खुद को और मार नही सकती मैं

अब इस अध्याय का अंत यहीं होगा
पतझड़ तुम जाओ
बंसंत तुम्हारा कब सुखद आगमन होगा?
यह घर अब और नही रीता होगा ...
यह घर अब और नही रीता होगा...

यूं ही ....

2007-06-14T15:48:00.000+05:30

लिखने का मन है पर अलफ़ाज़ कम हैं ...
हालात को बयाँ करने के लिए उम्र कम है

वोह काफ़िर खुश तो है आज मगर जिंदा नही
मैं मर कर भी जिन्दगी जीती रही

उस ज़ुल्मी का साथ नही यूं खुश हूँ
रोती हूँ मगर उस माशूक कि बेरहमी तले

तराशने चला था वो सौदागर मुझे
टुकरे-टुकरे कर गया
मेरा वजूद, इधर कहीँ भिखर गया

चुन -चुन कर जोढ़ूँ , उस जर -जर शरीर को या मिट जाऊं मिट्टी में मुझे क्या पता
एक -दिल था ,पत्थर का , वोह उसे भी तोढ़ कर कहीँ चला गया ...

मोहब्बत

2007-05-25T00:03:00.000+05:30

एक रात का वादा है
एक शब् तुम्हारी है
होंठों पर थिरकती हंसी
मेरी जान तुम्हारी है

भंवर

2007-04-29T10:05:00.000+05:30

टूटे हुए रिश्तों के तुक्रे संभल नही पाते हैं
कुछ आंखों में, कुछ दिल मैं चुब्ते चले जाते हैं

वक़्त का मरहम कुछ आराम देता है
पर हालात घाव भरने नही देते

ना वोह याद है अब, ना भुलाया ही है उसे
जब नही था, तब सब कुछ था, अब होके भी कुछ नही है

मैं आगे तो बढ गयी हूँ पर दुनिया किसी आस मैं है
जो फूलों कि सेज हो सकती थी, अब एक भूली हुई याद है

भावों के भंवर में दिन ढलते-गुजरते हैं
हर तरफ यादों के साए नज़र आते हैं

हक़ीकत कुछ आसान होती
अगर मेरी तरह बाकी दुनिया जाग चुकी होती

पर सच तो यह है कि ....
कुछ राहों पर वापिस नही चला जाता
कुछ मोंढौ, पर पीछे मूढ़ कर देखा नही जाता
कुछ रिश्ते सदा कि लिए नही होते
कुछ ख्वैशें पूरी होने के लिए नही होती

फिर भी यह मन-और-बाहर का मंथन खत्म नही होता
पिसती रहते है जिन्दगी हक़ीकत और ख्वैशों में
मेरी नींद तो कब कि टूट चुकी है
सो रही है दिनुया, डूबी है ना जाने किस ख्वाब में

Pain

2007-04-07T10:54:00.000+05:30

You have been with me so long...
That for a while it seemed forever

You inflicted upon me in different forms
Various times, numerous times
You are, but, just a miserable creature
a parasite that I believed, symbiotic..

You grew, as I fed you
You lived, as I lived
You smiled, as I cried
You spawned, as I endured
You strengthened in my weakness
You were there with me, and all around me
I saw you in my dreams
I saw you when I smiled
I saw you in my tears
I saw you in my shadow
I saw you wherever I looked
I saw you whatever I did
You became my eyes that I saw the world with
You became my words whenever I spoke
You became the lyrics of all my songs
You became my life
You turned me into YOU
and I never realized when I became YOU

And yet I stand here... all 'alive'
I live, my hopes remain, I stand tall
I smile, laugh, and cry
I still feel happiness, give happiness
oh! you are such a failure, you pathetic miserable pain!
You could have won me with love
but you chose PAIN

Yet.. I derive strength from you
I grow stronger thinking I endured you
I smile because you chose me over others
Maybe because only I could bear you and not loose myself
Maybe because no one else understood you like I did
Maybe because you were lost as I was
Maybe because you needed shelter
Maybe you, like me, needed someone for a while..
Maybe just to 'live', you needed some 'pain' to smile

But now...
I take back what I gave you
I take back the smiles
I take back the hopes
I take back my little dreams
I take back the life I thought I had given you
I take back Control

And now I am free And I set you free...
I allow you to let go of me..
I allow you to live and let live
My 'house' is still and will always be welcome for you
But come if you must, but listen, you will have to go
Coz, remember, it's me -who is now in control!

Nayi subah

2007-03-30T13:54:00.000+05:30

नयी सुबह, नवनीत कोपल
रितु ने ली करवट बदल

पत्ता -पत्ता मुस्कुराया
हवा भी है कुछ चंचल

धुप में जो पुष्प मुरझा गया था
अंगराई ले रह है मद्धम-मद्धम
"आज एक नयी सुबह है !"
यही शोर मचा हुआ है

कल कि किसे पता
रितु रहे आंधी आये

यह जीवन तो है पल भर का
जी लो, वर्ना क्या पछताये

यही शोर मचा हुआ है
आज एक नयी सुबह है
आज एक नयी सुबह है

.....
Bhai this is for you :)

मैं कौन हूँ

2007-03-22T12:46:00.000+05:30

मैं कौन हूँ
मुझे किसकी तलाश है

वोह कौनसी सुबह है
वोह कैसी रात है

पगडंडियों में ढूँढता पदचिन्ह
आसमान में किसके निशाँ

मैं कौन हूँ
मैं हूँ कहॉ

coffee

2007-03-21T21:24:00.000+05:30

zindagi agar coffee ka pyala hoti
to shayad cheeni dal kar kuch meeta bhi kar lete

sunsaan tapu par hote to
ek awaz ke liye hi sahi magar jee lete

maut darwaze par khatkhata rahi hoti
to kuch arzo aur poori kar lete

par aisa kuch bhi nahi
par aur kuch bhi to nahi

bheedh to hai bahut ird-gird
par awaaz nahi

is kadwi coffee ka mere paas filhaal koi ilaaz nahi

Dil tuta to zaroor hai..

2007-03-15T00:30:00.000+05:30

Khwaishain abhi bhi zinda hain
Hoton par, os ki bondon se, ashaqon ke nishan hain
Dil ki chuppi main, sadiyon ka shor hai
Zindagi ka yeh kaisa modh hai?

Har taraf chahrain hain, kissi pe bhi naam nahi
Gum naam si bhatakti zindagi, Humrahi ka kya kaam nahi?
Dhoondhain kaise bheedh main woh chahra
Hume khud ke pate ka dhyan nahi ?

Dil to chahta hai, haath badha kar,
daman tham lene ka, Kisi ka saath chalne ka
Par uthte kadam, tham jaate hain
Dil main dard umde chale aatain hain

Yeh bhi nahi ki bharosa hi nahi
Par ab utna hosla bhi nahi

Ek ek muskurahat ko tol ke dete hain
Gam ke rashan jodte rahte hain
Yeh ashaq bhi unhi chale aate hain
Ghar main bas gaye hain
Kahain nahi jaate hain

Khatam hoga kaise yeh silsala, Tabasum kab lotegi
Zindagi is platform se aage kab badhegi

dil tuta to zaroor hai
yeh baat zahan main kab utregi

khamiyan....

2007-03-11T17:01:00.000+05:30

a friend of mine sent me the following sher...

Kisi na kisi pe kisi ko aetbar ho jata hai,
ajnabi koi shaks yaar ho jata hai,
khubiyo se hi nahi hoti mohabbat sadaa,
khamiyo se bhi aksar pyaar ho jata hai.

........................

and i couldn't help but reply in turn with the following thoughts of mine..

Khamiyan thi itni ki pyar sambhal nahi pate the
Zuban par khud shikwe chale aate the
Yeh pyar hi to tha jo kiya tha humnen
Unki khobiyon ko nahi, khamiyan ho dil lagaya tha hume

Yeh aur baat hai ki sanam mera ho no saka
Uski ek khami main dil mein utar na saka
Chahe wo suli par chadha deta, Who kafir haame apne haaton maut de deta
Magar khalish hai to sirf is baat ki, usne hume 'pyar' se maara
Mere nahi, kisi aur ke pyar se maara

Is the world spinning around us.. or we around the world

2007-02-23T20:16:00.000+05:30

are we running behind every other thing?
or is the world rushing past us?

have we defined the world for us?
or is the world defining us?

does it matter to the world if we are there?
or do we care if there is a world out somewhere?

does love find us?
or do we seek love?

if opposites attract
then why are they different?

if likes repel
then why do they stick together?
......
......

Tu Kahan Kahan

2007-02-19T19:04:00.000+05:30

Ek Ashaq yahan, Ek Ashaq Wahan
Har kone main nishan tera
Har Lamhe main ek aah-si
Tu kahan kahan, Tu kahan kahan?

sab kuch dekar socha, paa liya
jab kuch tha nahi, to diya kya?

ye kaisa rinn, ye kaisa sauda
kuch paya nahi aur sab kuch kho diya

subah ka suraj samjha tha
tu shaam main dhal gaya
chahre hi mand hansi
udaasi main badal gaya

aankhon main badra cha gayi
patchad dil main utar gaya
'basant' tera pata nahi
tu gayi kahan, tu hai kahan

chaand ki kiran bhi, tan jalati hai
kone-kone se ek yaad chali aati hai

ghar ko saaf karon main kaise
tu bata, tu kahan kahan
tu kahan kahan...

Love and Compromise

2007-02-14T20:47:00.000+05:30

Today is Valentine's Day and the day is crying out loud to write something about love.. and i thought why not..

I was chatting with a long forgotten friend last night.. and am happy to say cupid's arrows have struck her.. and at one point she said something along the following lines, "ultimately loving someone is about compromising" and she is right (some might say, a little, some might say not at all) but i thought about it a lot and realized that this sentence has a second part - when we say that in love you accept the person with his / her follies and the way they are... what we are also saying is, "love me the way I want", often wrapped and quoted as "we want to be accepted the same way", if you have a style of living and being yourself, so do I, and people in love accept this, respect, and keep that in mind..

The interesting aspect off course about compromising is that.. it brings in a self induced change in how you carry your daily life, your habits, your approach and a lot of other things.. so that you can accommodate your loved ones style of living..
its so gradual and beautiful.. that you feel as if you are floating on water, and the softest silk being brushed against your skin...

the ugly and sad side about compromising is that people take it as
1. suppressing their own desires and needs
2. changing for someone (though this particular someone could be their everything)
This results in sour feelings, frustrations, lack of being wanted... etc etc..

and this doesn’t end here... if the comprise is one way.. or you start feeling it is (don’t ask me how you find that.. if you want to ask that question and you are in a relationship... maybe you should rethink about ur relationship, for the record i am no expert so dont shoot me!) then things can get ugly and uglier.. its a downhill from there to God only knows where..

the point i trying to make here is that the word comprise can have many connotations and you dont have to find each and every meaning behind this.. but one needs to be aware that ultimately its about loving someone and sharing the life's ups and downs with them..

......

any thoughts?

Random thoughts

2007-02-12T09:35:00.000+05:30

sometimes I feel we are so predictable...

jo samne hai, hum use accept nahi karna chahte..
jo nahi hota, uske peeche bhagte rahte hain..

jab andar ka utha-patan bahut ho jaata hai... to kuch shaant ho jaate hain... like a calm before the storm (antah-man ke vicharon ka)
aur kabhi isliye shabdon ke khel main ulajh jaate hain, kyonki un unsoche, alag thalag, kavyanshon main hi gurh arth chipa hota hai..

bhavon ki abhivyakti, bhavon ki gharayai ka maap nahi
kintu unabhivyakti nirbhav hona bhi nahi...

muskarate chahre ke peeche aksar dard milta hai
aanson ke peeche hoslon aur sidhanton ka faulad chipa hota hai...

ruk jaana, haar maana to nahi
aur dodte rahna, manzil ki aur jaana bhi nahi

sabkuch kitna vichitra
vichitrata main kintu kinte ek

Why the war?

2007-02-08T17:19:00.000+05:30

We are always at war… meaningless, insane wars…
The common man fights, suffers, cries, dies…
And the decision and the decision of these wars are taken by some suit-boot officials we call ‘politicians’…

We are the leaders? who is leading the army of these common men, where is the direction, where is the decision…

We fought over Hindustan and started calling ourselves – Hindu and Muslims..
And now 60 odd years later, we are still fighting… fighting over water and call ourselves – Mumbai, Bangalore, and Tamil Nadu

Nothing has changed… nothing..

Back then, there were ‘Krantikaries’, and Gandhis, Subhash Chadra Bose..
What do we have now, who do we have now?

When will we stop fighting and start improvising?
When will we awaken… when
How many more wars? How many more deaths?
When

Kya Manga

2007-02-06T22:19:00.000+05:30

mere dost tune maanga bhi to kya maanga
aaj tune mujhse, thoda time maanga?

kuch aur maanga hota to de bhi dete...
hum chaand sitare kya, kissi ki jaan bhi le lete :)

tumne lekin humse time maanga...
is bhagti dodti duniya main tumne ye kya maanga

paise nahi hote, to choori kar laate
bhagte bhoot ki langoti pakar laate

tumne aagre ka tajmahal maanga hota
dost tumne time chod kar kuch bhi maanga hota

time kaise de dain? kaise.. kisi ke bhi to paas nahi
ghadi ki suiyan kisi ki bhi mohtaaz nahin
time khud time ke peeche bhag raha hai
aur khuch hain jinhe "dejavu" ho raha hai

is time ki daudh main, kisi ke paas time nahi
kya nanga kya bhookha, kya bhikari kya IT
jise bhi lo, kise ke paas time nahi

aaj ka bacha bhi time se pahle ho jaata hai
doctor ne kiya tha caserean, normal delivery ka time nahi

bache ab massom hone se pahle bade jo jaate hain
bachpan jeena ke liye, unke paas time nahi

aadmi overtime karke, neend ko thoka deta hai
sach to yeh hai uske paas khud ke liye time nahi

jawani ne bhudape se kaha thoda thahar jaayo
to maut peeche se booli, time nahi

mere dost.. tune kuch aur maanga hota time nahi
mere paas tumhe dene ke liye sab kuch hai... time nahi

Intezaar

2007-02-06T21:58:00.000+05:30

Badalti dhoop main hai ye intezaar kaisa
chahre ki zhuriyon main intezaar ye kaisa
patchad ke peelepan ne, kiya hai rubaroo
mausam ke badalte roop main intezaar ye kaisa

lamhe, sookhe patton ki tarah gir bhikhar gaye hain
kadmon ke nishan rait main mil gaye hain
kya wazood hai, kya raha hoga
kisi ke intezaar main, hum khud ko bhool gaye hain

din saal main badalte rahe
mausam aa kar lot gaye
zindagi ne di thi ekbar chaukhat par dastak
tere intezaar main maut ko hum roke hue hain

Suicide or Cold Blooded Murder?

2007-02-06T16:06:00.000+05:30

Is smoking, let me rephrase, can smoking ever be considered a suicidal attempt or worse a cold blooded murder?

I am scared to answer that question... But firstly for all of you smokers hanging in there and frowning and raising that eyebrow and thinking, "ah!.. here we go again.. " I dont have anything against you.. infact passive smokers, including me, need to answer this question as well... and for the record... for all my smoker friends.. no i am not mocking you or pulling your leg.. or asking you to quit smoking.. neither have i stopped loving/ caring for you in any capacity..

i am just concerned...

what if one fine day i wake up and i find half of the people i know who smoke our behind bars... because now there is a new law in town.. which considers smoking equivalent to suicidal attempts.. or slow poisoning..

i am afraid to wake up and be alone.. not that i am not concerned what state you will be behind bars.. but i have so grown to living with smoke that the truth is that i am also scared that i might miss it more than i miss you...

miss the smoke more than i miss you...
miss the smoke more than i miss you...
miss the smoke more than i miss you...

what if i died... and they found out it was because of the smoke (this assumes the technology grows at a faster pace then the lung dies...) so what if they found out that i died of smoke and then they investigated and found that of the 12 hours of my day i was in the company of friends / people/ associates.. that smoke.. and they charge you with cold blooded murder... and i think they can...

the lawyer will say "My Lord.. these are engineers, doctors... people from the family you see standing here.. look at there faces... did they not know her.. did they not love her... and yet .. they conspired to kill her.. their conspiracy was so thick that they could communicate with their smoke.. Yes My Lord.. they killed her.. slowly .. each day .. every day.... and the motive? the motive My Lord was removal of an (innocent :D) non -smoker.. they couldn’t bear it.. that she wasn’t a part of it.. and so they killed her..." and the judge will go "Hang till death!" and the nip shall be broken..

or wait a second.. what if.. what if they thought it was a suicide on my part.. why did i seek company of people i knew smoke.. why did i not take proper measures and avoid the smoke.. why did i expose myself to the deadly air.. why? .. wasnt i an educated female.. whi knew what smoke could have done.. did i then partner in crime .. or was i the crime.. did i befool my friends , befriend them so that i could seek slow demise and yet not be tainted in the shame of accepting that it was suicide...

no longer do you have seek a high building or the depths of the oceans you can befriend a smoker and die.. slow easy death.. and no one will be the wiser..
wouldn’t i be responsible of my death.... my choices...

its too complicated... .or is it..

someone somewhere is dying.... and we are watching it .. laughing it.. ignoring it... shrugging our shoulders and flicking our hair and throwing our heads back at it...

who cares..

shouldn’t i .. shouldn’t you?

what about the government... is it not also not conspiring.. isnt the one who plans the murder but not shoots the gun equal to blame.. then isn’t the government to blame... why does such an industry exist... why do scientists, doctors, waste their efforts in trying to cure lung cancer and TB when it could have and still be prevented... why? why? why? can pregnant mothers who smoke be held responsible for feticide? what happens to the family, to the father and to the mother? who is responsible for the trauma? we, the society, we the individuals... who?

Some might call this a sign of me going over the top, or being over sentimental or being myself! Who knows..

But I want to know the answer

Friends

2007-02-05T20:35:00.000+05:30

I was once asked who is your best friend and I answered – all, how can you choose from among your friends J

I was very proud of that answer then and so am I know

But I have started to wonder how we choose and decide on friends, or on how we transition and get transitioned to the status of being ‘a friend’ from just an acquaintance.

And off course there is another transition, when long time friends decide to take an extra step forward and decide to be each other better halves (or not and break up!)

Then again, what is acceptable between me and my friends might not be for others… or other friends.. and that should be ok? Right?

My friends reading this might stop and wonder what and why am I writing.. some might think I am troubled or something is eating me.. .or some might actually call me J (sorry if my line is engaged… there too many of you out there)

Will continue later… right now its all mixed up…

Dard

2007-02-03T00:55:00.000+05:30

Dard itne hain.... sabhale nahi jaate
Aankhon ke ashk.. jhar nahi paate...

siskyan ab lori sunati hain
tanhaniyan saath nibhati hain...

Distant Memories

2007-02-01T14:16:00.000+05:30

I like to often think of a hot summer Sunday afternoon... of a girl standing on the side of a dusty road.. the wind blowing strong...

There is no shade.. only an old-shrivelled tree standing on the other side of the road.... as if in waiting .. for death.. for life..

and time comes to a halt... nothing seems to be moving.. and yet each element in this picture seems to be crying out loud something..

what exactly.. i havent still figured out

but everytime i come out of it this day dream.. i feel the warmth of the sunday noon and i feel i am not alone