Puchhta Hai Aaina Mujhse

Puchhta hai aaina mujhse, mere muskurate chehre ko dekh kar,

Yeh kiski siskiyon ka kaafila mere ird gird rehta hai???

Tere shabd le rahe hain talashi kiski aahat ki?

kaun hai lafzon me jo yun khamosh rehta ha???

Puchhta hai aaina mujhse, meri ankhon ki gehraiyon me dekh kar,

Yeh kiske ashkon ki hain parchhaiyan, kaunse dard ke hain yeh nishan???

Dikh rahi hain mujhe yeh kin khwahshon ki lashen?

Hua ho jaise berahmi se qatal-e-aam, har ek armaan...

Puchhta hai aaina mujhse, mere khamosh labon ko dekh kar,

Yeh kaun se toofano ka shor jo mujhe sunai de raha hai???

kaunsi hai yeh aag jo tere seene me jal rahi hai?

Ki dhuan dhuanh sa charon  aur mujhe dikhai de raha hai...

Faasla... Tere Mere Darmiyan

Saat feron me khai thi kasam sath chalne ki,

Magar do kadam bhi voh sath huare chal na paye,

Apne kadmon ko humari taraf milana unhe gwara nhi,

Toh fir kaise soche, ke umar bhar sath chalne...

Hum has na sake unki kathor baaton ko narar andaaz krke,

Voh ro na paye humare dard me ho karke shaamil.

Jab dooriyan itni hain hum dono ke beech samai,

Toh fir kaise soche, ke umar bhar sath chalne...

Unki baaton me hoti thi aksar ek uncchai,

Humari baaten dabte dabte na deti thi unhe sunai.

Jab shabdon katal ho raha tha is kadar har din,

Toh fir kaise soche, ke umar bhar sath chalne...

Voh har sapne se pare, apni hi banai dunia ka sach lie,

Hum haqiqat aur sapnon ki chadar ode hue.

jahan har din ek ek karke ho rahe the saare sapne dafan,

Toh fir kaise soche, ke umar bhar sath chalne...

Fasala hum dono ka ab apni tarah se sar uthae,

Na jhhuke voh, na humari samjhh kuchh aye.

Jab is faasle me bacha nhi baki bharne ko kuchh

Toh fir kaise soche, ke umar bhar sath chalne...

You Are A Woman

You are a woman, a beautiful creation of God

Divine, holy, Effervescent, 

Loving, caring, forgiving...

You are a mother, a daughter, a sister,

A friend, a lover, a companion 

A woman...

Indestructible in your own way

An ideal, who must be worshiped...

But how society takes you,

is a far different image...

You are a woman, a sordid weasel

A victim, a piece of garbage struck far

Nothing at all...

Closed, covered

You must not step out in the dark

You must, stay in,

feed us, clean after us

Eat not before us,

sleep only after all the lights are out,

arise before the sun

Bring us our water, bring us our clothes,

Bring us pleasure, take our rage

Take our fuss, take our mistakes and

Claim it was your innocent misstep

You shall not take a step into the real world, 

for it is ours and you are to blame

For all the deeds and all the scars you must bear...

You have to Smile, bearing all the pains,

You have to laugh holding on

all the unbreakable humiliation....

You shed a tear, alone, in a dark room

but not for the all pains and humiliations.

But because you are so tired of being wrongly

Accused of anything and everything

You are so tired of being on the end of

Every stick, every belt and every angry conversations...

I just don't understand...

Why? Why? This society forgets the fact,

That, You and only You can give birth to a new creature.

You are the one who takes care of her children

and sacrifice herself for them,

Love them unconditionally,

Teach them how to walk,

So that one day, they can trample you

On the grass you wanted to walk on....

Today, on this Mothers Day,

I just want to Salute you

for unconditional love,

your extraordinary plight

and courage to fight and too

with a big Smile on your face...

Even if it takes more than a million years for

Others to open their eyes and realize

I will

Worship the ground you walk on...

Wish I can also set a record with

complete courage and determination....

Secret of happiness.... JUST DANCE

We often wonder, what is the secret of true happiness?

And ask ourselves that, is it caused by any external temptation?

Forgetting the fact that its comes from within,

It is not a thing to buy, its an internal sensation....

Just open your heart to feel the happiness around

And let every pore absorb the light,

Swim in the beauty of nature

And cast off the darkness of night....

Step out from the shadows of all pains and worries

And sing till your throat gets too sore,

Smile for as long as the day is

And laugh just a little bit more....

Walk in the summer of sunshine

Fly in the blueness of sky,

Know that, possibilities are boundless

No one stop you to fly high....

Stand-up and break all the shackles of your fears

Give all your ideas a chance,

Let the free today, like a bird

Just kick off your shoes and dance....

Where Inner Peace Shall Bloom...

If I had all the money that I ever wanted,

I suppose that I could travel the world,

live in a big and luxurious house, buy designer clothes, I-phone and stuff...

But you see money cannot help me in every way,

Each day, my life is slipping further and the ultimate fact one day will be - death,

and all the money in the universe can change that fact,

and this is the struggle and reality of life . . . 

But, there are certain things, I can give to myself,

relaxing music to soothe my weary soul;

peace, tranquility and love to ease my pain,

and most importantly my dance, that is like meditation to me..... 

Of course, with money I could go to a fancy retreat,

but, on my open terrace when I dance like no one is watching me,

when sitting in cozy quilt I sing, like no one is listening me,

when i start writing my daily experiences on a paper, without thinking much,

when i call my mom, and she says, "baby! I can feel your sorrow...",

when i talk my bestie, just to listen, "Jana, I am always there with you...",

a walk in nature listening to the chirping of birds,

watching the sunrise...

and Yes!this what i say, the most peaceful things, that are of no cost...

Perhaps, with money I could get each and every luxury of life,

but that too, is not going to change this girl's destiny,

And this is what I know deep in my heart - very clearly.

I sometimes, think a lot about my past and life so far,

the paths I took or did not take;

the things I said or did not say,

could money have changed my journey in any way?

And the answer is ... No.....

But with all my indulgence that I have right now,

I feel like the wealthiest person in this world,

for money cannot buy happiness nor can it buy life,

all I need is the indulgence of tranquility . . . 

"And that comes from within..."

Essence of LOVE

Sometimes we just close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our heart,

And open our hands to welcome that feeling which is about to start….

All the things except that feeling become small, including the sky,

And our heart generates a feeling deep inside for flying high….

One by one it gets penetrated in our heart,

Like if, have pierced by a dart….

Sometimes we look around ourselves and ponder,

“How did I feel so deep?”, we wonder….

We look into mirror and say, “who is that stranger in front of me?”
We barely recognize that person in the mirror that  we see….

We just float by that feeling so pure, so divine!

And feel tipsy, as if, have drunk the world’s best wine…..

And we start day dreaming only about that one face,

Start imitating that face in everybody, at every place….

And ultimately….

We feel like God himself has chiseled the name of that person upon our heart,
Before sending down, for our lives to start….

Khamoshi ehsaas hai....

Meri zindgi bhot se daur se guzri... 
khushi , gam, ansu, muskurahat, pyar, bewafai, dhokha...

Par ab.... bass khamoshi hai....

Ab har din mujhe aise bahot se log milte hain
jo is bheed me mujhe jakadna chahte hain,
apna bana chate hain,
apni milkiyat banana chahte hain....
Par aisa koi bhi nahi 
jo mere jism ki bajae meri rooh me jhhank sake...

Mere aas paas itne log hain, itna shor hai...
Par mere andar, bass sannata hai.... bass khamoshi hai....

Meri ankhen so jati hain
par mera dil jagta rahta hai,
taakta rahta hai andhere ko,
shayad ... ek din... inhi se nikalega
ek bichhda hua apna... 
jo mei rooh me jhhnakega
aur
meri zindagi me roshni bikherega....