दर्द और दवा

नहीं कहते कि दर्द हमारा है ज़माने से बढ़ कर,
ग़म बस इस बात का है कि दर्द भी तुम हो और दवा भी...

Wanderlust

नहीं फुर्सत यकीन मानो हमें कुछ और करने की,
तेरी बातें, तेरी यादें, बहुत मसरूफ रखती हैं...

Maybe 'twas Love...

The first tears,
and the first fight.
The early mornings,
and that late night.

The sweet nothings,
that were never said.
The love-hate letters
that were again re-read.

A wish from the heart,
which came to be true.
He wished for everything,
And he got you.

But a twist in tale,
and not all seemed right.
A heart broken,
another heart's plight.

It fell apart,
or so it was told.
We never knew,
what made them hold.

He still remembers,
She still cries.
His painful longing,
Her Misty eyes.

But regret they don't,
and tell us with a smile.
Even a moment together
made it all worthwhile.

For love is blind,
we all construe.

But maybe 'twas Love,
and maybe it was true.

A little less..or a little more?

I have been off late (in fact-for most of my existence probably) accused of being too philosophical. In plain simple words that translates to what I say/ imply/ mean is hypothetical/ non-existent/ non-real/ bull. Yeah, surprising? But I knew what you all meant when you guys were saying this to me! I ain't this stupid.

A yearning to be special- they say its in everyone and I am no different. Agree.
A feeling of communicating without speaking- they say its, well for the lack of a better word- cr*p, doesn't mean much. Agree.
A want, a need, a desire to be desired- they say its in basic human/animal instinct. Don't agree.

Why do things lose meaning if you are not unique in wishing for them?

You either end up wishing for a little more of happiness or....a little less of the pain.

Yet Again

फिर क्या हुआ ये राह की दुश्वारियों से पूछ,
बस इतना याद है तेरी जानिब चला था मैं..

पिछली रात में....

चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें
चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें

सब जग सोये हम जागें
तारों से करें बातें

चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें
चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें

तकते तकते टूटी जाए आस
पिया ना आए रे तकते तकते
शाम सवेरे दर्द अनोखे उठे
जिया घबराए रे शाम सवेरे

रातों ने मेरी नींद लूट ली
दिन के चैन चुराए रे
दुखिया आखें ढूँढ रही हैं
कहीं प्यार की बातें

चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें
चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें

पिछली रात में हम उठ उठ के
चुपके चुपके रोये रे पिछली रात में
सुख की नींद में मीत हमारे
देस पराये सोये रे सुख की नींद में

दिल की धड़कनें तुझे पुकारे
आजा बालम आई बहारें
बैठ के तन्हाई में करलें
सुख दुःख की दो बातें

चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें
चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें

सब जग सोये हम जागें
तारों से करें बातें

चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें
चांदनी रातें , चांदनी रातें

Blank - for sometimes words fall short...

Virgin? Really?

Ok...Erased a full block of around 12 lines....and why? For it was about life and I was trying to take a shot at making fun of it. But somehow got the feel, its always life that wins in the end. I may end up writing a blog post or a funny one liner but its Life that will have the last laugh.

Had heard this earlier in life and just thought of it as yet another interesting funny one liner. But then I have felt it and the feeling goes so deep that it is beyond any cribbing. "Nobody dies a virgin. Life screws everyone".

Somehow I always wanted to see life in the form of "Liv Tyler" draped in white, descending from the skies, and taking me in her arms and telling me for one last time...yet again...that Life is worth living for the sheer pleasure of enjoying her beauty(?). For now its the responsibilities, the relationships, the many commitments that you have which makes us look at life from a conformist's viewpoint. And its not me. Its everyone, behind the masquerades that they have put on for different people..different environments, each of us has a wish for something better, something different. As much as everyone would disagree, I might never come to terms with their disagreement. I never will.

I am not a disbeliever, nor a pessimist. I love to look at life from a glass window that is crystal clear...unstained. But ain't it true that we all have our own "What If..." and "काश...". Any answers why?

Its probably in the run up to these what if's that we find our own pleasures....for maybe the seeking is really bigger than the attainment. Maybe it was never about getting what you wanted. Maybe it was always about the pursuit. And maybe....just maybe...we all find our places in the crowd. To each his own. A no name face is a face afterall.

उस रात की बात...

इस आखरी जश्न में
एक ज़िन्दगी और जी लेते हैं ..

शायद आखरी रात है ...
बस आज और पी लेते हैं ..

कुछ लम्हे रह जायेंगे
खुरदुरी सी यादों के ..

और टुकड़े बच जायेंगे
सपनों की बातों के ..

वो आस बस रहेगी ..
और दिल फिर कहेगा ..

वो बात कुछ और थी..
ये बात कुछ और है..

वो शाम कुछ और थी ..
ये शाम कुछ और है..

Sounds in Silence

The sounds get louder. And then you stop hearing your own voice.
You stop hearing your own thoughts.
They curse you. You curse them.
Selflessness perishes. Self interest prevails.
Perversion is visible now. In thoughts and in action.

Who was right? Who is wrong?
Doesn't matter.
Nobody bothers.

You die. They die. You wish they didn't.

Life's Unfair or is it just me?

Quiet
Jilted
It lay there
Wilted

Hope
And Pain
Salty Eyes
Thirsty Rain

Moist cheeks
Someone cried
Said and Forgotten
But the Rose just died


Crib. Yet Another Crib. For when expectation doesn't meet your desperation, this is the best refuge you can take. I do. I run for shelter at the first sight of trouble, or so has been the case lately. I remember a quote from Helen Keller- "Life is either a daring adventure....or nothing". Am I then living in a nothingness and cursing it? Who is to be blamed?

Till Death Do Us Part

Something I wrote in yet another class a couple of days back. Something that could have been written in two ways and for some reason ended up taking this shape. Most of those who read it have not liked a couple of facts about it. I still cannot understand why though.

This is something which I had in mind for a long time. Had to get out one way or the other. And I preferred it this way.

Ghalib

Humne maana ke taghafful na karoge lekin
Khaak ho jaayenge hum tumko khabar hone tak..

The Not So Sweet Nothings..

Nagme hain, shikwe hain..
Kisse hain, baatein hain

Baatein bhool jaati hain..
Yaadein yaad aati hain..

Yeh yaadein kisi dil-o-jaanam ke
Chale jaane ke baad aati hain..
Yaadein...

Bandhan ho to chhodein..
Darpan ho to todein..
Hum sab hain mushkil mein..
Yeh dil hai is dil mein..
Yaadein...

Duniya mein hum saare..
Yaadon ke hai maare..
Kuch kushiyaan, thode gham..
Yeh humse, inse hum..
Yaadein..Yaadein..

Strip-ping Again!

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime..

Randomness Again....

इस आईने में सब सियाह नज़र आते हैं
ये रंग है आईने का या लोग बदल जाते हैं...

इक अरसे से बैठे थे, किसी के इंतज़ार में 
हम यहीं रह गए, वो छू के निकल जाते हैं...

ये नकाबपोशों का शहर है, हर चेहरा छुपा जाते हैं
दर्द देते हैं गहरा, फिर दोस्त बन के आते हैं...

नाराजगी है ख़ुद से, क्यूँ ख्वाब में वो आते हैं
और क्यूँ उसी मुस्कराहट पे हम अब भी जिए जाते हैं... 

Something that started off on a movie outing night...in a Pizza Hut, and was completed the next day in an Eco Class..

Strip-ping

Ok, this is something new I have been trying my hands on. Yeah yeah, punny (funny?) name of the post. I seriously don't know why.

A Tryst with Destiny (?)

I met a lady the other day,
"Luck is my name", she did say..
Respectfully, I got out of the way
"Ladies first", I did pray.
Surprized and Smiling, she went away...

Another one from inside the classroom. I wonder if this is how they had planned to bring out creativity in the students. By the way, wrote this one in our Managerial Communication (ManComm) class. Pretty sure this is exactly how a mangerial communication should/will/must not proceed.

Random Perceptions about a Statistical Disadvantage

- An ode to a concept called Class Participation (CP)

"Oh Sir- is it because of the food chain?"

"-or is it really the monetary gain?"

Looking back in disdain,

I pray to God...not again!

Class Participation or so they say,

Is Bright sunshine, so make some hay

"WTF?", you express dismay..

This, my friends, is Em Bee Yay!

Left my job, Forgot "Friday"

Borrowed millions, just to pay.

And all for what?

-Bloody tape-recorders play!

Insanity-thou art CP..

Boggles me, makes me sleepy

Reiteration, Desperation and......Reiteration

And by the way- we are the "cream of our nation".

I must add here that I am thankful to the Professors here at IIMB, who instilled in me enough desire and woke up (pun definitely intended) the creative (?) side of me.

You see, MBA does weird stuff to you- this was written during a really "interesting" MO (Managing Organizations) lecture. Ohh and I must add, it was only the second lecture of that course....

I am desperate to keep my sanity (no pun intended) close to me but then is it my fault really?