Kaash...

Kaash ye dil sheeshey ka bana hota...
Chot lagti to beshak ye fanah hota...
Par suntey jab wo aawaz iske tootney ki,
Yaa khuda tab to unhein ehsaas-e-gunaah hota...

Tab tak...

Tab tak pyaar na karo jab tak pyaar aapse pyaar na karey...
Agar pyaar aapse pyaar karey to pyaar ko itna pyaar do,
ki pyaar kisi aur se pyaar na karey...

Takdeer...

Chehre pe ashko ki lakir se ban gayee thi,
Jo na chaha tha woh takdir ban gayee thi,
Humne to chalai thi ret pe ungliyaan,
Gaur se dekha to teri tasweer ban gayee thi...

We know...

We always know that looking back on the tears would make us laugh...
But we never know that looking back on the moments we laughed together would make us cry...

The Stranger in the mirror

I was already late for office today and to add pain to sorrow, I realized I’m still to shave off myself. An ‘Australopithecus’ is too embarrassing as a comment to digest. I hurriedly went through the painful task. As I washed the soap from my face, I was surprised to see somebody else in the mirror. The face seemed vaguely familiar and I was having a tough time recollecting it. When asked who it is, the fellow just smiled which definitely carried a deep meaning in the small curve. The mirror seemed to blur. You are right... The same way as they show in Bolly movies to indicate flashback...

Since yesterday it had been full of surprises. I was watching TV. Something which I was allergic to, since childhood. Think the reason lies in the definition itself. What is a TV? A TV is an electronic device which ‘does not’ store data or information. The definition might sound familiar even to a school going kid new to learning computers. This was the time when my mobile started making its presence felt. I was surprised, shocked, moved, etc, etc. I couldn’t mistake the voice at the other end. The compressions of her voice remind me as if I’m talking to a woman of age nearing 35 and the rarefactions as if I’m talking to a kid of 16 (excuse me for the so called scientific terms since sound is a latitudinal wave). Whatever the condition is, you can feel the ripples the same way you feel the plain thin waves touching your feet at the shore side. In all, put together with the content, its always pleasing to hear from her. It left a smile on my face which existed for a long time even after the line went dead. I couldn’t stop murmuring my favorite lines:

“lamha lamha intzaar kiya, jis ek lamhey ke liye...
wo lamha aaya bhi to,
bus ek lamhey ke liye...”

All the memories of Mangalore right from Day1 flashed in front of me. I just wondered what’s the state we have reached. Today we need to ‘find’ time for our near and dear ones.

The second surprise came in the form of a missed call as a result of my talking to the first. It was she who had lost contact with me for almost a year. Particularly since the day she was about to be engaged. I was getting regular news from a friend of her. I knew this would happen. People are supposed to devote their 100% to their married life. But it was a wake up call for me when one of my real close friends played a joke on me by pretending that she’s getting married. Though she had no idea what impact it would have on me. I learnt something which was very difficult for me to implement and I learnt it the hard way... ‘Keeping things to myself’. It’s well said among shayars:

“shero shayari karne se kya fayada...
Ghum hai jo dil mein, batane se kya fayada...”

Seems to be an irony though.
I was too attached to her to survive loosing contact and I needed to improve. What I fear is something which is inevitable…

People had started remembering me all of a sudden. Top it all, all at the same time. That was too much to accept. Mankind has always fancied the idea of a time machine. What they fail to realize is that God has already created one, with an unalterable velocity (both in magnitude and direction... excuse me again for my science but couldn’t find a better isotope of the word). I always wish if I could turn the mighty wheels back to my beautiful past. Right now its just me and The Stranger in the mirror...

Whats Love?..

Love is like a relationship between the Eye and the Hand.
If the Hand gets hurt, the Eye cries...
And if the Eye cries, the Hand wipes off the tears...

Meri khaamoshi...

Wo dard hi kya jo aankho se beh jaye,
Wo khushi hi kya jo hoto pe rah jaye...
Kabhi to samjho meri khamoshi ko,
Wo baat hi kya jo alfaz aasani se keh jaye...

Wo sochtey hein...

Aasuon se humne jo palkein bhigoae nahin...
Wo sochte hein ke hum roae nahi...
Poochhte hein ke khwaabon mein kisey dekhtey ho,
Aur ek hum hein, jo arsey se soae nahi....

I remember...

I remember when I met you
the smile on your face,
Seems like a million years ago -
a different time and place

I remember when I kissed you
the warmth inside my heart,
I thought it'd last a lifetime
I swore we'd never part

I thought about the future
I started making plans,
Forever you'd be my woman
forever I'd be your man

We went together places
so that everyone could see,
The women that I want to share
the rest of my life with me

I told you that I loved you
I told you that I cared,
I told you if you were falling
just look back and I'd be there

I know I didn't have all the answers
sometimes I only guessed,
But, through it all I have to say
"I always tried my best"

I wasn't always perfect
I wasn't always right,
I know sometimes I wasn't
even worthy in your sight

I know I took for granted
the love you had to share,
All I ever wanted was
for you to know I cared

Our lives have changed directions
as sometimes lovers do,
Often time and change
and pave a path that's new

Sometimes I often wondered
just what lies ahead,
Sometimes I'd like to turn back time
and take back what I said

We've both gone different places
we've both gone different ways,
I know sometimes I let you down
when trouble came our way

I know sometimes I did things
you didn't comprehend,
But, through the years and all the tears
Our memories will never end....

Yaad teri aati hai...

Raat hui jab shaam ke baad,
Teri yaad aayi har baat ke baad ...
Hamne khamosh rah kar bhi dekha,
Teri awaz aayi har saans ke baad...

Zindagi ka safar...

Saye ki tarah sath rehne wale,
Rishta kuch iss tarah tod gaye...
Hakikat mein milna mumkin na tha,
Khwabon mein aana bhi chhod gaye...

My pic

Well that's me!

Finally...

Finally coz of somebody's suggestion i made my blog... simple reason... so that i don't have to bug them with my shayri and other writing stuff...