jaane kis bahar ke chaawon main ,
paida hote hain ye khvab,
duniya ke is paar tak aaya,
koi aashiyaan nazar nahi aata.
kis pal ke tasavvur se nikale,
itni jindagi gujaari par,
ek pal ki tasabassum ki tasalli bhi nahi,
sirf imthihan ka daldal hi sahi,
ek bar hame bhi navazo
apani ronak se, aabaad hame hone do ,
mere dil ke naseeb me
dard ke dariya ka kinara tum ho
I survive by accidents.
One such happened last fortnight. I got a used bicycle. She is embedded with all the faculties like gear at both stretches of chain and a shock absorber. HER BLUE BODY , well what to say!
The second day she dropped her peddle. uff.. Since, I don’t have a lock for her nor space to keep her in the office , I cant take her to school every day, yet, for there is no safety.
After many false starts I went to a bike-shop to realize to fix her it would cost me nearly $80. After spending another $40, I have spent my vegetable-fortune of this month. I still have to get a lock.
How the spending is getting spiraled !
But I was told I over paid for her. And I am still… paying….
After leaping over seven seas, I go back two centuries to Mirza Galib.
Hazaaro khwaahishe aise ke
har khwaahish pe dum nikale!
bahut nikeale mere armaan
phir bhi kum nikale….
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Thousands of such wishes
For each, my heart [life] goes out…
A Lot of aspirations, I spend
yet , they fell short …
Its time I get real. My life was always at risk. I was busy surviving all the time. When would I LIVE?
Ah, This is it!
I give it to LIFE. NOW.
tat deva lagnam sudinam tat eva
taara balam chandra balam tat eva.
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What to do of the letters
I write and put in my bag
for I know not where you are,
I live here with my silence,
words and untold heart
what else are you up to ?
I sketch your body with curves
But I stop doing the face
why are you still hiding?
I know not your name
Come in front of me to hold me
And say You really are the One.
