क्या तुमने कभी मौसम को बदलते देखा है?
मैं ने देखा है…
जब बारिश में वो खिल्खिलाति हँसी
पतझड़ में एक सूखा पत्ता बन
कहीं दूर् उड जाती
और किसी के पैरों तले दम तोड़ देती
क्या तुमने कभी खुशबू को बदलते देखा है?
मैं ने देखा है…
याद है मेरा वो पिंक सैटिन night suit?
और उसमें तुम्हारे favorite परफ्यूम की खुशबू
वो परफ्यूम तो कब का उड गया
पर खुशबू आज भी है… तुम्हारी खुशबू
क्या तुमने कभी कोरे पन्नों को बदलते देखा है?
मैं ने देखा है…
हमने साथ बिताये सारे पल
इन कोरे पन्नों में साँस लेते
जब भी इनपे एक आँसू गिरता, ये कमजोर पड़ जाते
मुझे दर है कहीं इन आँसुओं में डूबके इनका दम ना घुट जाए
क्या तुमने कभी तुम्हे बदलते देखा है?
मैं ने देखा है…
तुम्हारे वो हाथ जो कभी
मेरी लाइफ के कैनवास पे रंग भरके मुस्कुरा उठते
आज मानो किसी और की ज़ुल्फों में
अपना घर बना चुके हैं
क्या तुमने कभी मुझे बदलते देखा है?
जब मौसम बदल रहे थे,
जब खुशबू कहीं खो रही थी,
जब कोरे पन्ने अपनी आखिरी साँसें गिन रहे थे,
तब तुम, मुझे भूल, किसी और की बाहों में सो रहे थे
तब, तुम्हे खोके, मैंने, मुझे बदलते देखा है…
When On Your Cheek Will Ba A
Drop Of Tear
When Lonely At Night You Will
Tremble With Fear
When You Have A Lot Of
Things To Say
But Simply No One With Whom
You Could Share
You Will Miss Me
When You Will Look At The
When You Will Be Alone At
When you Will Get Sick And
Receive No Card Of
'Get Well Soon'
You Will Miss Me
When In Moon Lit Nights You
Will Stay Awake
When The Colours Of Spring
Will Appear So Fake
When You Will Be Sorry At What
You Had And You Lost
You Will Miss Me
When You Will Shiver Alone In
The Monsoon Rain
When Someone’s Absence Will
Cause Unbearable Pain
When You Will Realize
By Losing Me, What You Did Gain
You Will Miss Me …
Between U & I is a myth.
A myth that makes you undermine your innerself,
And believe in everything that’s terrestrial.
Believe and Rise up.
Rise up from the ashes,
And embrace the expanse of beauty spread around.
Beauty is No beauty,
Has it no admirers.
Break free from the shackles of social debris,
Unchain your innerself from the fear,
Fear of falling apart and falling down.
Trust me, I wont let you.
Be not the un-phoenix, and recreate the magic.
The magic, that once left us spell bound.
Let’s shake the myth and relive the moment,
The moment of quintessence, where we truly belong.
Don’t ask me how, don’t ask me why,
For I’ll only say,
Kuch toh hai tere mere darmiyaan…
I will never lose you,
For you ain’t a battle to win.
I might never win you,
For I know I got too many imperfections.
I can’t let you go,
For you rule my mind every second.
I can’t hold you forever,
For i never owned you to do so.
I might never remember you,
For the memories we made hurt.
I might never forget you,
For I exist to think about you.
I don’t love you for things you say,
For everything remained unsaid.
I don’t love you for the way you made me feel,
For you kept your distance forever.
I won’t stop you when you turn to leave,
For I have no rights to do so.
Maybe it was meant to be.
This post will echo my random musings and my trysts with shayari once in a while. It shall be updated as and when thoughts blossom and give way to new musings.
जाने क्या मुझसे ज़माना चाहता है
मेरा दिल तोड़ कर मुझे ही हसाना चाहता है
जाने क्या बात झलकती है मेरे चेहरे से
हर शख्स मुझे आज़माना चाहता है
इश्क में जो डूब कर पार होते हैं
ऐसे आशिक़ मुद्दतो में एक बार होते हैं
हम वो आँसू नहीं जो एक दर्द पे हमेशा के लिए बह जायें
हम वो खुशी हैं जो होठों पे हमेशा के लिए रह जाते हैं
किसी को पाने की चाह में खुद को भूल जाना
कितना अजीब लगता है
मुस्कुराते होठों पे एक अश्क का छू जाना
कितना अजीब लगता है
वो तो अपना दर्द रो रो के सुनाते रहे
हमारी तन्हाइयों से आँख चुराते रहे
और हमें बेवफा का नाम मिला क्यूंकी
हम हर दर्द मुस्कुरा के छुपाते रहे
बादलों के दरमियाँ कुछ ऐसी साज़िश हुई
मेरा घर मिट्टी का था, मेरे ही घर बारिश हुई.
उसको भी ज़िद है बिजलियाँ गिराने की
हमें भी ज़िद है वहीं घर बसाने की
प्यार करूँगा तुझेसे मगर एक शर्त है मेरी
मैं बोली, शर्तों पे प्यार करना है,
तो क्या ज़रूरत है मेरी.
What do you tell the man who is something and anything and everything that does not understand how good he really is?
You tell him he is handsome, beautiful. Cute when he wears a boyish grin when his eyes rest on your face. He is handsome most of the time and beautiful all the time, especially when he is sleeping. Light breaths and at utter peace with the world, no signs of stress in his body.
You tell him he is a good cricketer. That his bowling pace speaks for itself and would baffle even players like Gayle while on the pitch. He is a good player but he is not the best. Motivate him but do not crush his dreams of being the next Sachin Tendulkar, or Virat Kohli, else he will never sleep in peace again.
You tell him he is lovely. That his personality is wonderful and his mind fantastic. That he does not always know the right things to say or does not always do the right things in general, and that is what makes him lovely. That he makes decisions and tries and proves he is human instead of giving up and moving on.
You tell him he is the little things. The crisp autumn air and the first snowfall gathering on rooftops. Laughing down park trails and running up and over park benches. Birds singing on cable wires and the calm before the storm. The little things that become the best memories.
You tell him he has become your dream. And you two burned beneath the dying sun and set all you touched aflame. Singed flesh and ashen organs atop a scorched earth became soft September nights of passion and wonder. Enlighten him, make him dream too.
You tell him what is on your mind and what he does not want to hear. Always be honest with him, but in the best possible way. He does not want to hear he is handsome, a good cricketer, absolutely lovely and he will probably deny it all. But a small part of him is thankful for the things you have to say. You tell him everything and anything and something, just like him.
If you speak, he will listen and call you “cute” and maybe “creepy” or say you “take things too seriously” or something like that, but pay no mind to it. Smile and watch the fire grow in his eyes as his thoughts become something else entirely. But remain silent, and something and anything and everything will slowly become nothing.
"There is no word that man has created that can even come close to expressing the feeling of love. But sometimes, it’s only words that you have got to take his heart away."
“Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.” ~Groucho Marx
I am back with a new post on Its Only Words, and back with a bang. And this time it’s pretty much for my own self, but I am always open to share my thoughts with my readers.
Pensive over a string of thoughts last night, I tried to unravel my inner self standing in front of the mirror as if I were having a deep face to face conversation with someone I didn’t know much about. I looked at the mirror and to my surprise was bombarded with a series of questions which propelled me into writing this post. Let me first pen down the questions here.
Q1. What makes you smile?
Q2. What makes you lose track of time?
Q3. What makes you feel great about yourself?
Q4. Presence/Absence of what/whom will make a striking difference in your life?
Q5. What are your deepest values?
Q6. What are some challenges/hardships that you have overcome or are in the process of overcoming? How did you do it?
These are a few questions that my altar ego slammed on my face while I tried to get in terms with her last night.
I sat down to find answers to each of these mind boggling and thought stirring questions. But to my surprise I realized, I didn’t have a clear idea as to what should be the ‘correct’ answer to them.
Hmm, troubled to a great extent, in the quest of finding answers to my entire sense of being, I took a deep breath and gathered courage to answer them one by one. I scribbled and erased, scribbled and erased. After pouring in extensive thought and heart, I finally came up with these few bullet points which I now call my values and principles in life and which I am gonna abide by in every situation that I face in life henceforth.
Here are some of my values and goals:
- What matters most is my connection with myself, being present and feeling blissful.
- What I value most is having meaningful relationships with a hand full of people that add substance to my life. Being able to connect with these people on deep levels. (No names that I shall reveal in the post for they know who they are)
- I plan to be financially independent, and have control of my time and location. I plan to work on projects and causes that I connect with. I plan to acquire my finances without violating my values, goals and personal mission.
- I plan to travel and live in different parts of the world. Experiencing different cultures, capturing them in photographs and sharing them with others.
- Having a family is very important to me. I desire a deep, loving relationship with my spouse. I want to be a good wife, mother, daughter, daughter-in-law, sister, and sister-in-law.
- My self-respect means a lot to me. And I pledge not to do anything at the cost of my self-respect. Knowing the thin line of difference between ego and self-respect.
- To live everyday fully as if it was my last.
- To learn from the happenings in the past and to move on to be a better person and make a better living.
All this and much more that shook my entire sense of being last night, having penned it down makes me feel a whole lot better.
Well, an obvious question that would pop up in any reader’s mind is why and how such an enlightenment all of a sudden? And a not-so-obvious answer to that is my current situation and “The Secret”.
In a nutshell, spiritualism has finally ‘touched’ me.
I forgot to listen to my head
And listened to my heart instead.
I found it beating, pulsing rhythmically
To the tune of your footsteps approaching.
I forgot to use my ears
To hear the words you were saying
And instead paid attention to your actions
And to the tone of your eyes, hands, and face.
I forgot to see with my eyes
And found that my soul could see everything clearly.
I forgot to look at you and saw in my mind’s eye
That you were smiling at me.
I forgot to put my feet on the ground,
One in front of the other,
Because you have swept me,
Swept me off from the ground.
I forgot that i was alone
And embraced the passion of two people,
Looking not at each other,
But together in the same direction.
If there is one thing I won’t forget, it is YOU.