Thursday, 22 January 2015

LET ME KNOW

Was it real or fake 
let me know for my sake

i felt it as deep as the sea beneath
i cant rest my soul in peace but its at heath

I could fly my imaginations high 
with only you by my side
So what if my wings are now tied
and my hopes sigh

I sleep & swim across the castles of dreams 
only to wake up and break all my whims

Friday, 16 January 2015

"Life in Metro"

Delhi Metro ... 

Coupan or card and rush to the speeding metro, 00.02 hrs vaishali.. Time 6 pm .

Exhausted queue..     shift to the PINK women's compartment. The brighter side of the metro . 

Ear phones plugged in ... get set go... push yourself towards the already pushing queue to slide in . Your scarf stuck in the buttons of a bag... while you fight yourself adjusting on one feet, you try to take out the scarf from the  button... finally, after a few threads gone your scarf is safe.  so remains the ugly looks on aunt's face with a brown coat, which must be from her early 20"s .. 

AHHHH deep breathe ...now  take in the  fading fragrance of  "Nike" "Pure Poison" Eva Duo" COOL from Benetton ... only if you are fortunate .. else the summer can let you suffocate within your remaining one.. 

Eye settled on the only sweet female sitting in front, her half heard conversation pleases you, as she says "bas agla  station mera hai ma" the would be vacant seat is inviting you...    and here comes the most lovable mom, a little more than healthy, her bag complimenting her tummy... you frown at yourself  for being thin and for not being in that pathetic state which can help you in possessing the only vacant  seat . 

Tap tap tap... all the songs are heard, ok now this one is new ..the new no  "Manali trance" hmmm the beats helps you to forget the fatso with the fatso bag. 

now your eyes are glued ... no no , not on any particular seat, but at the yellow :hi design " damn its good... so are they on sale ... ? 

while you are planning to visit the store for the new handbag, your ear gets a wrong no,,, "miss u too baby,"  now why does she have to be so loud on missing her 24 or 28 year old "baby" doesn't her idiot friend has a name ? 

Forget it, however i love her shoes.. why cant i find one when i visit the numerous shoes shops.. "agla station kaushambi hai" the familiar voice brings you back from the shoe shop,    relax ,,, about to reach ..  when is this  aunty gonna wake up, her half knitted sweater about to fall from her hand,, the balls if they fall would wrap around , many Bata's , Reebok's, and Nike's ... "aunty apka knitting bag" after restraining yourself a lot you finally put a silencer on her snores . 

You turn to the window to observe  the lighted buildings, traffic on road. and back again to notice the novel  the gal sitting next to you is about to finish, Chetan Bhagat, he can never get out of  the hands of youngsters, .. you wrap your scarf well, not to annoy anyone further, change the song on the phone, now a fast number , to help you climb the ladders than the flooded escalator. Time to move out, surpassing a group of 12th class girls, cursing their chemistry faculty for their surprise test tomorrow,,,, so get set ready travelers , while u listen to your fav no on your android, you also end up listening to this group ,,, cursing again and their small chitchat which might make you smile.    get  ready to be tempted with the aroma of biryani from someone's tiff in. Be ready to be attracted towards that peach handbag, the shoes with those bright laces,   .... and dont forget to shower yourself with the neighbor's share of perfume too...   happy travelling ...

will keep you updated with more from the metro.... and lives

agla station ........ 

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Thursday, 15 January 2015

जज़्बात

उस घर की दीवारों की परते उधड़  आई  थी। । अरमान उसपे रंग भरने को फिर भी मचलते रहे 
अँधेरे कमरे की मंद होती रौशनी  में कई ख़्वाब  युहीं पलते रहे  

तंग हो रही  मुट्ठी से भी जज्बात फिसलते रहे 


Wednesday, 14 January 2015

DUSK

I walk on the same grass 
                             the dew drops still soothes my feet 
The sun yet smiles in my courtyard
                              all i miss is the greenery around , the colorful butterflies
I walk pass the same road
                               The kids still play around
The old couple holding each other's hand continue to recall their past and smile
                                  All I miss is your assurance of doing the same.

Dusk yet has the aura of bringing people and the birds back to their nests... 
                                 I am waiting too    for the moon to cool the night
                                 for you to touch my soul
 

फिर से


फिर से 

साहिल पर रेत कभी तपती है कभी सिलती है
छू कर उसे हर बार सागर युहीं  चला जाता है
निर्जीव सी इस रेत पर घरौंदे  लोग अपना बना जाते है
वह कभी  बिखरता है  कभी लहरों का हो जाता है 
हर ढलती शाम के साथ रेत फिर सिलती है
नए घरौंदों के लिए ख़ुद  को हर बार समेटती है .