बाज़-दीद ( A return visit)


मुद्दतों बाद लौटे हो,

जो तेरे आमद की खबर होती, तो तेरी यादों का इत्र छिड़क दिया होता पर्दों और ग़िलाफों पे

मायूसियत की बू दर-ओ-दीवार पर कब्ज़ा कर बैठी  है

जो तेरे आमद की खबर होती,  तो तेरी कुछ हिकायतों से दर-दरीचे रंग दिए होते

अर्सा-ए-हिज्र की मोटी सी परत आशनाई के सब रंग निगल गयी है

मुझे आइना देखे हुए भी बड़े दिन हो गए हैं

गुज़रा वक़्त सिमट आया है रू के सिलवटों में

पिछली बारिशों में पलकों के पुल टूट गए थे

इंतजार के कई मौसम बह गए

आँखों के किनारे कुछ धस से गए हैं

हाँ सफ़ेद होती ज़ुल्फ़ों की गिरहों में मैंने

क़ैद कर रखी है चांदनी तनहा रातों की

और चटपटे अचार की मर्तबान में सब से छुपाकर

थोड़ी सी ज़िन्दगी बचा रखी है

आओ बैठो, खुलती गिरहों की रौशनी में,

कुछ लम्हे परोस दूँ



Long distance love (Sarah Kay)

I have already fallen in love with far too many postage stamps. When you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a postcard province…no, appeared is the wrong word. Is there a word for sucker-punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you’re sitting at the bottom of a roller coaster and you realize that the climb is coming, that you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the fall before you even moved. Is there a word for that? There should be.

You can only fit so many words in a postcard…only so many in a phone call…only so many into space before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.

It’s hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.

Instead of holding your head to my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me; who stays up all night long practicing his drum set. The neighbors have complained. They have busy days tomorrow but he keeps on thumping through the night convinced I think that practice makes perfect.

Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you made for lunch today; how the pickles fit so perfectly with the lettuce.

Practice does not make perfect. Practice makes permanent.

Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don’t get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don’t get any closer. You never get any closer.

Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives and all that extra rope comes hurdling towards you; how even though you  won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands. Is there a word for that? I wish there was.

I would have said it when we were finally together on your couch, neither one of us with anything left to say.

Still now, I send letters into space hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down and recognize you from the description in my poems. That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, there is a girl that still writes to you… she doesn’t know how not to.

And it rained….

And it rained....

And it rained both inside and out,
While the rain outside cleaned all the dust, piled up from the hot summer days,
the rain inside cleaned up her heart, but left her eyes in a haze.
Little rain drops everywhere merged into endless streams,
Some dribbled down the leaves, some trickled down her cheeks.
She stretched her arms and let the wind, clear up all clouds of doubt,
She freed her heart of all its woes, as it rained both inside and out!

– Krithya

Waiting on the world to change – John Mayer

Me and all my friends, we’re all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing,and there is no way we ever could
Now we see everything that is going wrong, with the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don’t have the means
To rise above and beat it
So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change
It is hard to beat the system
When we’re standing at a distance
So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change
Now if we had the power, to bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas,no more ribbons on their door
And when you trust your television,what you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, Oh! they can bend it all they want
That’s why we’re waiting, waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change
It’s not that we don’t care,we just know that the fight ain’t fair
So we keep on waiting,waiting on the world to change
And we’re still waiting, waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting,waiting on the world to change
One day our generation is gonna rule the population
So we keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change
No, we keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change 

This  is exactly what we are all doing, standing away from the system and waiting for things to change. Each one of us knows there is something wrong with the way the world is shaping up. My friends and I, whenever we meet, we discuss, we think, we identify problems, we propose solutions but then ”

We just feel like we don’t have the means
To rise above and beat it”

I hope this new year I can do more than just talk!

Hope all you people out there can do the same, so that we can all have a great 2013 and have many more wonderful years ahead!



Peace of Mind

I don’t want riches, I want to be happy
I don’t want a crowd of people, I want a few people who love me
I don’t want to be appreciated, I want to be understood
I don’t want flattery, I want subtle praise
I don’t want a day of fun, I want small moments of bliss
I don’t want to hear sweet lies, I want to face the bitter truth
I don’t want the envious look, I want the look of respect
I don’t want to be compared, I want to be left alone
I don’t want the blaring noise, I want the soft music
I don’t want to be bound to life, I want to be left free to enjoy it
I don’t want a genius mind, I just want peace in it

I found this one here . I was not sure how to reblog, but I loved it and wanted to share it. So just made a post.

Have a peaceful weekend everyone.


What does Failure mean ?

Failure doesn’t mean you’re a failure,

It means-you have not succeeded.

Failure doesn’t mean you accomplished nothing,

It means you’ve learned something.

Failure doesn’t mean That you’ve been a fool,

It means you had a lot of faith.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ve been disgraced,

It means you were willing to try.

Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it,

It means you have to do something in a different way.

Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior,

It means you are not perfect.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life,

It means you have a reason to start afresh.

Failure doesn’t mean you should give up,

It means you MUST try harder.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ll never make it,

It means It will take a little longer.

Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you,

It means God has a better way for you.

Here is another of those poems that would give when strength in difficult times, I found this while browsing to find the poet for the previous post. I picked the ones I liked, but you can find many more such poems/quotes  here.

I did not have a great day today but after reading the poems it felt so much better.  In the past I took so much pride in the way I lived, that I would hardly glance through these motivational poems, but I think I took this one quote from my English teacher very seriously, and it has been with me ever since I first heard it – “Wise men learn from others experience, fools learn from theirs!”.

I know now that its not a bad idea to seek advise and learn from others’ experience whenever required. And the experience could come in any form, from quotes to stories to poems to one to one conversations, you just need to keep your ears open and listen. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Sunrise (Author Unknown)

Every morning in Africa, when the Sun rises, a deer awakens

knowing it has to outrun the fastest lion, or be hunted to death

Every morning in Africa, when the Sun rises, a lion awakens

knowing it has to outrun the slowest deer, or be starved to death

It does not matter whether you are a deer or a lion

When the sun rises, better be running at your best

You only live once!

Kudos to whoever came up with it! Very simple, but very thoughtful!

Looks like  a very popular motivational poem, almost everyone has it on their blogs 🙂  but I could not find the poet’s name.

I came across this one when searching for something else, and could not resist sharing it! more than sharing its just a reality check for me, when I get drifted away into my dreamland, because in reality, that is all life is, if you are not the hunter, you are the hunted, and either ways if you want to continue living you got to run, either chasing someone or escaping from someone, but you got to run! Morning walks do not help any more, at least not in this competitive jungle, whether deer or lion, to live is but to run, to race and to win!