Hope

The roads are
getting narrower
My pace is
also getting slower
I have promises to keep
thus can't sit
I have to walk, walk alone
else can't quit..

Unbound ©

Kashmir Cured

I was on ventilator,
dying slowly
although breathing
but with pounding beats

they were trying
to make sure
I shouldn't stand again
but destiny wants me stay alive

burning within
has became routine
weeping shattered
I managed to be there

I wanted to be alive
I too want to breath free
Maybe the medicine
meant for my recovery is missing

I am feeling better now
I am feeling liberated
I filled the gap and plug
the space where I belong

My name has
a meaning now
coz I've been treated
the valley will flourish soon
they called me 'Kashmir'

Re-United & Cured !

यही तो अंत है

खड़ा हूं वहां
जहां सब दिख रहा है
क्या नहीं है आज
जो ना बिक रहा है

बोझिल सा खुद को लिए
हर कोई चल रहा है तन के
मरणासन्न मस्तिष्क में पलते
अहंकार खुद ही के मन्न के

ज्ञान बिकता हर ओर
फिर भी कम सा क्यूं लगता
जो सब में दुंढे वो अक्सर
वो खुद में क्यों ना दिखता

बोली लगती जज़्बातों की
बिक चला अब हर इंसान
खोखले अस्तित्व को लिए फिरे
रखता समेटे झूठी शान

कमी नहीं है कुछ भी
फिर भी हाथ खाली ही दिखते
पता नहीं पाना क्या है फिर भी
सपने धीमी आंच पर ही सकते

कमजोर पे हावी होना
आज भी उसकी कमजोरी है
गलती से भी गलती ना दिखे
साफ नहीं पर दिखना ज़रूरी है

जाने किस हिसाब में है फसा
बिगाड़े खुद का खाता
बढ़ रही है दूरियां खुद से
जाने क्यूं नजर नहीं आता

वक़्त तो कभी कम ना था
ज़रूरतें ही हैं जो ना होती पूरी
फसा रहता खत्म होते सब्र में
वो जीता ज़िन्दगी कब से अधूरी

खुद से खुद में बढ़ता
जाने ये कैसा द्वंद है
ज़िद से आता थोड़ा जल्दी में
धूमिल सा दिखे यही तो अंत है

Unbound

Unjustified !

I am running around,

running in a hurry

I am pressing myself,

living in a worry

A worry exist in my conscience,

invisibly free

Like a burden always,

it remains unaccustomed to me.

I am crying,

don’t know for what

Love, joy & care

is to be invariably sought  

My feet are tied,

tied with a rope of hypocrisy         

Guilty I am maybe,

so is my mind’s autocracy

I’ve let the world ruled me,

rule within thy odd

I’ve existed although,

with a reason unknown to God

Competing with whom,

Who has beaten me,

Probing for what,

Holding back my unfolded glee

Life is just life

nothing else could replace it

Desperate I am trying,

to live it’s each n every bit

Standing now alone,

Under thy dusky blue

Carrying a promise to myself

to liberate my soul through

Nervous but unshaken,

My body is turning cold

Closing my eyes gradually

Protecting all my lies untold.   

-Unbound ©

O life..where are you?

I still remember those childhood days, when I first been to Mumbai (earlier in those days 'Bombay' I suppose). It was really a feeling mixed with curiosity n excitement. I was so very fascinated with this word 'Bombay' that on seeing it first time through a small orifice as our train reaches platform, I literally felt that I might be into my dreams...We hired a taxi, and started exploring the city. Juhu beach, Haji ali, Siddhi Vinayak, Churchgate, Nehru's planetarium, Bacchan's house, and many more added into our wish n finally visit list. Long walks at marine drive into the shadow of Bombay's drizzling has certainly added a mesmerising flavour into our visit. Spending n earning hours of unforgettable moments, sometimes anxious, sometimes being carefree.

Now I am grown up, a so called responsible professional. Few weeks ago I visited "Mumbai". This time the city looked an absolute alien to me or maybe myself to this city. I got my air tickets well in advance into my inbox, I was welcomed by a chauffeur on the Airport. No any name written on the airport fascinated me this time. The taxi has taken me to my destination. I attended the meeting, returned and finally stuck in the midst of Mumbai's heavy traffic resulted due to the so called & partly known Mumbai's drizzling. I was desperately waiting to reach airport even though I've ample time to spend. What actually I was ignoring is the same fascinating city of my childhood.
I reached airport, the flight was delayed due to bad weather. I was sitting in the waiting area and watching showers through a glass pane. I've spent a full day in Mumbai and did not bothered to view this city through my childhood eyes. I was not missing the city but the eagerness n curiosity of my childhood. I was wondering, 'what are we achieving by loosing what?'
Maybe life has got a meaning, a meaning unknown to me.
Or rather those meaningless childhood days were far better...
Suddenly this beautiful feeling has been paused with the announcement, "Passengers boarding flight AI 101 are requested to report at gate no....."

‪#‎Olifewhereareyou

Small packets counts: Thought or Happiness

For a writer, his thoughts are something that matters most. It’s not every time that a writer can write anything beyond his own thoughts. Whereas the process of thought generation is too intricate, and is also differs from one mind to other. Thoughts often being provoked at times when a writer is going through a state where he could not able to either capture or execute them by penning down, until n unless if he is a real expert in doing so. Amateur writers like me barely know how to master this art. From past few months, I am becoming too lenient towards those small naïve thoughts being popped up into my mind every now or then and eventually being volatilized to nowhere.

Just like these volatile thoughts, small packets of happiness that comes to our way also hold the same importance and significance into our lives. If we linger on to wait for a big one to come to our way ignoring those small packets of thought or happiness that sprout daily within or across us, we will continue to fail in capturing them to finally making it big.

It is a common tendency of we humans that we never concentrate on what small is being offered to us in present but always seek for & expect what big will come to us in future. With this we ends up in total failure neither being able to live those small packets nor able to meet our expectations from future.  In order to cherish life and become a good writer indeed, we must soon master this art of capturing and enjoying each n every small meaningful packet of our lives to its fullest.

Last night this thought strikes me, somehow I’ve able to pen it down today…mastering the art? maybe!!                               

desperate notion !

Everyone is going crazy these days, don't know why but probably due to changing faces of humanity. Life was not always the way it is going on nowadays. Emotions seems to be draining out of the inner self, as if they hadn't existed for ever. Who is listening, who is watching here, are we really being afraid of anyone? Maybe no! Insane, rude, ridicule, insecure are few gestures which are quite common n often with what humanity is going through. Trailing all the way behind....sinking slowly!