"The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever."
- Anatole France, novelist, essayist, Nobel laureate (1844-1924)
Incomplete Expressions 1
Ye na socha tha maine kabhi,
ki ik din tu muskura ke kehdegi,
main tera nahi.
Wo jo khwaab hamaara tha,
ik din mera ho jayega,
aur kaanton ki tarah aaankhon ko dard pahunchayega,
ye na socha tha maine kabhi.
Teri muskan se uthne wali wo tapish,
ik din jala degi mujhe,
teri har adaa par behekti wo kaliyaan,
ik din murjha jaayengi.
ki ik din tu muskura ke kehdegi,
main tera nahi.
Wo jo khwaab hamaara tha,
ik din mera ho jayega,
aur kaanton ki tarah aaankhon ko dard pahunchayega,
ye na socha tha maine kabhi.
Teri muskan se uthne wali wo tapish,
ik din jala degi mujhe,
teri har adaa par behekti wo kaliyaan,
ik din murjha jaayengi.
Imprisoned in Freedom
Look beyond the mellifluous words,
at the freedom of the soul.
The imprisonment in freedom,
causes this poetic whole.
'Poetic justice' they call it,
suffering at the hands of freedom.
The romanticism is unmatched,
in life, in this un-free kingdom.
Oxymorons are plenty,
but they are also necessary,
for that is the graveyard,
in which we, and our 'free' souls, are buried.
at the freedom of the soul.
The imprisonment in freedom,
causes this poetic whole.
'Poetic justice' they call it,
suffering at the hands of freedom.
The romanticism is unmatched,
in life, in this un-free kingdom.
Oxymorons are plenty,
but they are also necessary,
for that is the graveyard,
in which we, and our 'free' souls, are buried.
Tere aansuon se bekhabar
yun to main chal bhi deta,
tere aansuon se bekhabar.
par dhadkanon ki bewafai thi aisi,
tham gayeen us waqt waheen.
gira tha mein, batlaya gaya hai mujhe,
utha tha mein, daras hue the allah ke,
in nasamjhon ko kaise samjhayen
khel hai zubaani,
mohabbat ko bayaan karne ka,
bewafa zubaan thi meri,
haan ko na keh diya.
yun to main chal bhi deta,
tere aansuon se bekhabar.
tere aansuon se bekhabar.
par dhadkanon ki bewafai thi aisi,
tham gayeen us waqt waheen.
gira tha mein, batlaya gaya hai mujhe,
utha tha mein, daras hue the allah ke,
in nasamjhon ko kaise samjhayen
khel hai zubaani,
mohabbat ko bayaan karne ka,
bewafa zubaan thi meri,
haan ko na keh diya.
yun to main chal bhi deta,
tere aansuon se bekhabar.
Yakeen
ye dhoka hi to hai jis par yakeen hai hamein,
ki hamaare yakeen ko dhoka haasil hoga zaroor,
ki mohabbat phir hogi hamein,
or phir mohabbat ko rusvaai haasil hogi zaroor...
ki hamaare yakeen ko dhoka haasil hoga zaroor,
ki mohabbat phir hogi hamein,
or phir mohabbat ko rusvaai haasil hogi zaroor...
Untitled 1
Jhukta hai samandar ki lalkaar par,
aasmaan bhi uske saamne,
jhukjayega samandar bhi,
teri muskaan ke saamne.
muskurati in aankhon mein,
kuch to aisi baat hai,
dil ko majboor kar deti hain,
jhukne ko tere saamne.
fanaah hote the teri ada par,
teri chaal par,
tere kamaal par,
ab to qatl karne ki kagaar par hain,
jo tu na aayee apne saamne.
husn ho khafa bhi toh,
dil jee jata hai - deewangi ke sahaare,
dil khafa ho toh kambakht,
nasha nahi rehta hai parwaangi ke jaam mein.
aasmaan bhi uske saamne,
jhukjayega samandar bhi,
teri muskaan ke saamne.
muskurati in aankhon mein,
kuch to aisi baat hai,
dil ko majboor kar deti hain,
jhukne ko tere saamne.
fanaah hote the teri ada par,
teri chaal par,
tere kamaal par,
ab to qatl karne ki kagaar par hain,
jo tu na aayee apne saamne.
husn ho khafa bhi toh,
dil jee jata hai - deewangi ke sahaare,
dil khafa ho toh kambakht,
nasha nahi rehta hai parwaangi ke jaam mein.
3 Questions :: Part 1
“So Roy what should we do with you?”
Roy was hung upside down. A stream of blood flowing down his pear shaped nose. When he left for college in the morning he had no idea this is how the day would turn out to be.
“Oh yes! We can get her to join us if that would make you squeak.”
“Nooooooo.. please don’t.. please don’t do anything to her.”
“So the rat finally squeaked...... and why shoudn’t we?”
“Please”, Roy begged. There was little else he could do.
Humans take risk. They have a propensity to do so. Some know what they are doing, most don’t have a clue. Roy belonged to the latter category.
I repeat my question Roy, “ What were you doing at Kinga Bypass at 1 in the night?”
Kinga Bypass - Famous for rave parties. ‘Brats’ of the nouveau riche flock the farmhouses. Juxtaposed to the Kinga Lake these were amongst the favorite venues of the addicts. Addicts – addicted to drugs, addicted to sex, addicted to repeated attempts at finding ways to hide themselves from themselves, addicted to following, addicted to more than one of these and addicted to more.
Have you ever observed that person next to you – completely engrossed in work or studies or sports or something else. Trying hard to become famous or to earn money so that people will bow before them, or so that they will have a status in society or so that they can educate their children so that they in turn will have the ability to do the same thing. Most of them haven’t faced themselves, ever. They never found the time for it. So, the only reason that they’ve known for being alive – to become something or someone special.
But these ‘brats’, they have a lot of time on their hands. Most of them are the children of parents who’ve slogged hard to get where they are now. And somewhere along the way, probably as a result of their slogging to achieve the ‘Goals’, they are reduced to parents only on paper. These children in all practical respects are orphans. The parents are the wardens of their orphanages.
The orphanages, no doubt, are good ones- fulfilling all material necessities and luxuries. These children were never coached or directed by their parents towards a goal. They haven’t got a clue what to do with their lives. They don’t need to earn money to feed themselves or their kin. They don’t have the desire to be famous. So since they don’t have a goal to attain they have a lot of time on their hands. And the human brain can’t stop thinking if the person is awake and (s)he is not thinking. And some of these ‘brats’ were smart - they realized that everything around them is just a faff. And here they are now – at Kinga Bypass.
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Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein...
Aye dil, dil ki duniya mein,
aisa haal bhi hota hai,
bahar koi hansta hai,
andar koi rota hai.
Kabhi Kabhi khud hi majhi,
kashti ko dubota hai,
aye dil, dil ki duniya mein,
aisa haal bhi hota hai.
- Song from Yaadein
aisa haal bhi hota hai,
bahar koi hansta hai,
andar koi rota hai.
Kabhi Kabhi khud hi majhi,
kashti ko dubota hai,
aye dil, dil ki duniya mein,
aisa haal bhi hota hai.
- Song from Yaadein
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