Dumb-Heart's Voice

kuch Baaten jo Dil me ankahi reh gyi

Insaniyat ki zubani


Chalte chalte achanak
jab ruk kar dekha
aas paas koi na tha
bas mai akeli khadi thi

mai aagey nikal aayi
ya log aagey badh gaye
ya ho sakta hai shayad
maine hi galat mod le liya

Mai toh wahi hu
badal hi nahi paayi
pata nhi kaise logon ne
itni jaldi khudko badal liya

Mere dost “khudgarzi” ne kaha
tere hi kaaran tu akeli hai
jo tu bhalai sikhaane nikal padi hai
dekh mere paas logon ka mela hai.

Door se “budhapa” aata dikhai diya
“usey ab jaakar meri yaad aayi”?
Mujhe gale lagane nhi aaya tha
usey to meri madad ki jarurat thi.

or bhi “gareeb” aur “laachar” aate dikhai diye
unhe bhi madad ki hi jarurat thi.
Par maine bhi kehkar inkaar kar diya,
kyu-
tumne mujhe rah dikhai thi ky
jab maine awaaz lagai thi!

nhiiii..
Mai bhi khudgarzi k paas ja rhi hu 😦
nhi Mai kyu khudko badal rahi hu!!
ab mujhe bhi apni taakat dikhani hai
wapas wahi bheed jutani hai ||

For Zindagi


एक उलझी सी पहेली है
ये ज़िंदगी है, जो साथ मेरे चली है|
गम हो या खुशी, फिर भी ये रही है,
धूप और छाओं की ये सहेली है|

बेइंतेहा नफरत भी इसी से हुई है,
बस फिर भी, ये ज़िंदगी ही तो अपनी है !
ऐसी अपनी सहेली से प्यार क्यूँ ना करूँ,
थोड़ी मस्ती और खुशी, इसकी भी तो बनती है | 🙂

The 1st Call….(Love, friendship, break-up, reunion , about to happen)


The 1st Call

Its Friday night, Bangalore

I was half lying on my bed, the bed in a corner touching the two adjacent walls, I was happy for the walls, I could rest my pillow at some angle to the wall and bed to keep my head high enough to see the laptop which was managing between my belly and thighs

As usual I was on my Facebook page and slowly saw all the greenery on the right bottom of the page of the going off. No friend is online, no one to chat anymore. I switched to my favourite game of hitting bubbles.

I was at my room in a girls PG. Two females in a room, so even I had a roomie. Our beds were at two opposite corners of the small room placed at 90 degrees to each other, interrupted by the entrance. It was late in the night and I had to go to work in the morning. Yeah, Even Saturday was working for me. I was still awake, a nocturnal creature- I guess anyone who stays in college hostel becomes one- so the habit was still there, especially when parents are not there to observe you. But, my roomie was happily enjoying in her world of dreams, lying in another corner.

 

Suddenly I got a glimpse of the laptop clock- Its 2:00 AM!! Sh*t, what was I doing?!!

“Oops!!.too late. I have to get up at 7 in morning”. But I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just cant sleep. How can I play this stupid game of hitting bubbles, that to this time?  Need to sleep yaar.

Trin trin.. My phone rang..i still had that old ringtone for my phone.

‘What the f**k !! Who the hell is calling at this time? Just when I am planning to sleep’ talking to myself as I don’t expect calls at this time

Ah..- ‘Goaty calling ‘ my phone displayed

“Hmm..so u got time to call. After a month. but at midnight.” “Damn but why are you awake?..Shall I take the call??,..ok receive it, I cant miss his call” . I was talking to myself while the phone was ringing

“hello”. I decided to take the call

“hii baby”.

“What!! You moron, is this the time to call. I have office tomorrow”.. was bit angry, not with him. Actually I wasn’t happy with the idea of working on Saturday and was slightly jealous of others having an off.

“I wanted to share something with you, but fine. Its ok, you can sleep, bye” he replied being disappointed. Still he knew that I wont disconnect. I knew him, he knew me.

 

“stop it. Come on say. Anyhow I wasn’t feeling that sleepy” my mood gets a little better

“O-oh , whats up sweetheart??”..he asked in a sexy whispering husky voice.

“Dreaming of you, while hitting those bubbles which jump up everytime in my heart and stomach when I think of you” I

“Oh really. You still think of me? I know you were always after me in college days. Cumon’ now accept you love me”

“Shut-up..How cud you think I can love youuu.. Get back to the world man!

And now enough, get back, you goatzy”..Both of us started laughing. and suddenly a third voice came

“sleep or just get lost” oops!! My roomie woke up and shouted as if she just had a break up.

I silently moved out to the common room, took a chair and sat near window to continue with Goaty.

“I just shut my lappy and was planning to get off to sleep” I replied to his first question. “why are u awake at this time?”

“Just like that. Wasn’t sleepy, have an off tomorrow?” “How’s your life in Bangalore and howz your Bossie?” asking the last part naughtily.

Once I had told him that I had a big crush on my Boss.

“Yaar..this place is too boring” sad, taking a deep breath “and just forget about my boss, he is too annoying these days” angry and pissed off with job. “Missing you all a lot. Wanna get back with you guyz and enjoy as before”

“Same here. Just come back and we gonna stay together and have fun”

“Wish that was possible”

“Yeah.”

Both of us are sad. Suddenly Goaty said with spark and excitement “Remember the first day”

Oh yaa..its was memorable exciting……..

We had a long chat for more than an hour, cherishing those old memories. We discussed about all the important days, almost all the gossips about each and every buddy in class, college and hostel. A long long never-ending chat with lots of giggles, smiles and laughs, some tears as well.

 

“Now too much of stupid and useless talks”, I suddenly stopped that topic.

“come to the point and tell me; what was that excitement on your Facebook status about?”

“haha” he laughs  shyishly and naughtily

“just tell me now, don’t laugh like a fool”.

I was getting irritated and after pleading to him for few minutes; he finally decided to tell.

“Someone texted me last Sunday” (OMG!! He was really blushing)

“who was it? Whats so great in that? I receive ‘n’ number of messages a day. ”

“O Duffo!!.. Its definitely special.”

———No answer.. I looked at phone. CALL DISCONNECTED

I dialed back.

“Yeah, why did you disconnect.”

“Finished off the balance”

“Miser!! As always..huh.. Anyways, tell me who was that”  I had no time to abuse. Something interesting was supposed to come up, as we say there was some Masala  in the story.

 

“Promise that you wont disclose to anyone, Not even the closest person, not a single soul, not even to the person am talking about”

“Stop acting yaar!!..Do I ever.?? Ohk I wont disclose. Tell.. Promise”

“Maahi !!” slowly he said, still happy and blushing.

 

“What??” I stood up from the chair.  “Did I hear it right? Don’t joke. How’s this possible? How can she contact you? How can she not tell me?” ..This was simply unbelievable

“Yup. She sent a message”

“What did she write? Did you reply?”. I was totally mesmerized.

“A short message, to wish our friendship anniversary”

“Only that?? ‘like happy anniversary’ and that’s it”

“Nopes.. There was little more in it. She was missing me, our friendship, togetherness n all.”. He described the message. “I will forward you the message after the call”

“fine. Don’t forget to”. I made sure that he sends me the SMS. “why don’t you talk to Kunal and sort out things”

“I am ready but he doesn’t want to and you also know him ”

“hmm,..but her dare to text you shows how badly she is missing you. After all she loved you.” I grinned.

“Shut up.. there was nothing like that”

-……

…..silly talks ……

“Damn yaar!! Low battery.. let me plugin ..Oh sh*t NO …………… Get lost. Its 5AM!!!!” I was shocked as I realized, I need to report to work for a hectic day and we disconnected.

Goaty dropped me a SMS, message that Maahi sent him. It read-

“Remember!! Our anniversary today. I can still run through each and every moment spent together. Though we are not in touch anymore, I miss us a lot, I know you too. Disha updates me. Happy Frnshpvrsary. Luv ya despite of anything 😦 😥  :)”

 

I was wondering how Maahi could not tell this to me. How can she be such a ditcher.

Have to ask her. I was getting impatient and wanted to call Maahi to know the details, but I promised Goaty. Argh!!

 

 

Ajnabee Ladki…


– “Kuch apne baare me batao. Mai tumhe jaanana chahta hu, tumhe samjhna chahta hu”

– “Acchaa!! ky  janna chahte ho?”

– “Sab kuch!, TUmhari pasand napasand, tumhare vichaar tumhare shauk..sab kuch”

-“Umm,,,Thik hai, par sunne k baad koi sawaal mat krna”

Mai
“Apni hi Dhun me Khoi rehti hu

Kabhi Gumsum udaas rehti hu

Toh Kabhi khamosh baithe

Yuhi Hans deti hu

Bheed me gungunanti rhti hu

or tanhai me shor machati hu

waise toh chup rehti hu

par khudse baaten krti hu

Kabi Kuch paane ki aas hai

toh Kabi sab aas paas h

Kabi sapne tarashti hu

toh kabi apne talashti hu

Kabi chilmilati  garmi hu

Kabi suhana mausam hu

Mai toh sagar ki leher hu

Hawaon ka safar hu

Asmaan ki seema hu

Mai toh registan ki ret hu

jakdo to fisalti hu

Badalon si ghani hu

Barf si paak hu

Mujhe samjhne ki kosis na kro

Tumhari samjh se paar hu mai.”

 

“Tum meri samjh se paar ho

Par maine b us paar jaane ki thaani h

Tumhe na samjh kar bhi

Main itna to jaan gya

Ek jaani pehchaani paheli ho tum

Bas apne hi mann ki saheli ho tum”

 

Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam


The world as one family

The world as one family

 

 

 

 

 

Kyu duniya ko sarhadon me baant diya?

sabne apna alag dharm bana Liya!!

Kyu kisi ko hindu

kisiko Isaai or Muslim bta diya

kyu na sabko bas Insaan rhne diya??

 

Sabki dharti ek h

Sar ki Chhatri ek h

Suraj or chaand ek h

Swashon ki  hawa ek  h

 

Fir kyu-??

 

Mandir masjid bhinn h

Kyu gurudwara or girijaghar h?

Kyu nhi sabke liye ek hi dwaar h?

Kyu ye bhed bhao h!!

Ek ko pyaar toh

dusre ko dete ghao h!!

 

“Udaarachritaam” ka bhaav kahan gya

“Kyu manushya laghuchetasam” ho gya

Vasudhev Kutumbakam kahan kho gya.

 

Kyu dharm k naam pe ladna galat h

Kyu bhasha k naam pe vibhajan galat h ??

jab Desh k naam pe ladna bhakti h!!

Kya desh k liye dusron ka maarna

“ayam nijah paro veti” nhi h ?!!!

 

ye Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam aakhir kahan kho gya

Kyu na sabko bas insaan rhne diya!!!!

😦

 

PS: I understand this concept as a whole may not be easy to practice, but there can be an effort to see each other as humans rather than seeing as-

Rich poor, Christian/hindu/muslim/sikh/ , Indian/American/Australian/African, etc., and fighting with each other based on such stupid notion.

When you say nothing at all…


Sweet Heart !!!

You dont need to look for words to say

You dont need to bother, how to convey.

You please dont hide from me

You Just be in front of me

 

Even if you keep lips sealed

No truth remains un-revealed

 

Darling I love you so much- ❤

Even that soft touch says it all

When you say nothing at all.

I love your unspoken thoughts

when you are unsure and shy on words

I love to stare at you

and know the real you…

Coz

When you say nothing at all…

Your eyes says it all.!! 😉

When you say nothing at all..

Your smile says it all.!! 🙂

When you say nothing at all..

your silence says it all.!! 😐

When you say nothing at all..

your gesture says it all.!!

When you say nothing at all..

your poems says it all.!!

❤ ❤ ❤

PS : This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

RAIN OF SUCCESS…


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ON A RAINY DAY..:)

ME, STROLLING BACK TO MY STAY

HAVING NO INTUITION

THAT A NATURAL REACTION

COULD YEILD TO –

AN EPIC STORY TO SAY

I WAS THERE LONELY

IN THE CITY SO UNFRIENDLY

STRUGGLING IN THE DAY

RETURNING HELPLESS AT NIGHT

 

IT WAS A NORMAL DAY

ME. STROLLING BACK TO MY STAY

KICKING PEBBLES ON THE ROAD

HEARING CROCKING CALLS  OF TOAD

 

THEN CLOUDS ROARED

FOLLOWING A DOWNPOUR

WITH THE WATER DRIPPING FROM MY DRESS

I GOT RELIEVED FROM THE DAY’S STRESS

singingintherain

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AS I RELAX AND UNWIND

SOME MUSIC STRUCK MY MIND

AND I BEGUN TO MOVE

WITH THE MUSIC AND THE TUNE

 

FEET STOPPED KICKING

BEGAN STAMPING

BODY MAKING STANCE AFTER STANCE

AND I BEGAN TO DANCE

 

ON THE ROADS THE STREETLIGHT

FOLLOWED ME AS SPOTLIGHT

THE STREET WAS MY STAGE

BUT MY TALENT HAD ONLY DOGS TO AMAZE.

 

AH.!! NO…

NOT ONLY THE DOGS

NOT THE STREETLIGHTS

THERE WAS THIS GUY

FOLLOWING ME WITH CAR HEADLIGHTS

 

BY THE TIME I REALIZED

HE WAS IMPRESSED

HE WANTED ME TO DANCE AND ACT

HANDED ME A SHORT MOVIE CONTRACT

 

GOSH!!

HE WAS A DIRECTOR

BUT I WASNT AN ACTOR

JUST BY PASSION, A DANCER

BUT HE BELIEVED I HAD

“X- FACTOR”

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WHAT A DAY IT WAS

I LOVED THE RAIN EVEN MORE

AS EVERY-TIME IT RAINS

IT REMINDS ME OF SUCCESS

AND THAT RAINY DAY…:)

PS: This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

I wish I said


“I have something to tell you
which may not be liked by you
which may make you feel blue
which may be bitterly true

Really I have something to tell you
but I dont have guts to face you
and the subsequent expressions given by you
I think better not to tell you.”

“Oh Common spill your heart out
Dont keep shut your mouth
Now even if dont tell
I going to scream and shout”

“No, I have nothing to tell you
I was just kidding to test you
test your patience and reaction
and see if you stand out of the crew”

‘How I wish I could have said
What I really had to say
But I wasnt sure of answer from you
If I had said “I love you” ❤ ‘

PS: This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda – See more at: http://blog.blogadda.com/2013/06/21/weekend-creative-writing-india-bloggers#sthash.kzGVxxmM.dpuf

Tasveer


Nazaara Aisa ho ki

Tassavur aa jaye

Tasveer aisi ho ki

Shayari ban jaaye

Purani Tasveerein


Waqt nikaal kar

jab waqt k panno ka palta toh

kuch haseen se pal the
jo doston k sath bitaaye the

Kuch bicchre purane yaar the
kuch khatti meethi baaten thi

Hothon pe muskaan thi

par aankhon me nami thi ,…:) 😦 ;(

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