मंदिर में दूध चढ़ाने  जो मै गया तो अहसास हुआ कि
दूसरों की ख़ुशी के लिए भूके  को और मार आया !

सर्दी की  बारिश का मज़ा ही कुछ और है,

बहती नाक कान में मिर्ची 

गले में खराश 

फिर भी निर्मल जल की बूँदें 

ह्रदय को ठंडक दे जाती 

इस जुकाम ने नैनों से कितनी बूंदे टपकाई 

पर झम झम तेज़ आवाज़ से गिरते  पानी 

को देखे बिना नज़रें न भीगी !

गरम हथेली पर जब पानी की बूँद पडी  

तो जाना  पानी कितना  निश्चल है 

सबको एक सामान छलता  है !

कपूलों की ठंडक से जाना 

सर्दी की बारिश की रौनक ही कुछ और है 

सर्दी की बारिश की मज़ा ही कुछ और है !

Chand ka mooh tedha hai: I write what I feel. I write what I dream. My thou...

Chand ka mooh tedha hai: I write what I feel. I write what I dream. My thou...: I write what I feel. I write what I dream. My thoughts can't make you happy, but can tell you who am I ! Life will an allien if it is a th...

First step !

I write what I feel. I write what I dream. My thoughts can't make you happy, but can tell you who am I ! Life will be an alien if it is a thoughtless, wordless process. Life comes to a halt when there are no words to share, words, which are coming from brain and going straight to heart. 

Once there was a small kid of age 4 who most of the time kept on scribbling something or the other on paper. He used to do it on daily basis. He wrote many pages in few months and neatly kept those pages in a file. One day his mother thought that I should also see what my intelligent kid is writing on paper. She went to his room secretly, as he might object to her intrusion. She opened the file and saw the papers in front of him. She was shocked and at the same time amused to see no words. He was just moving pen in different directions and thus making beautiful designs out of it. It seemed some arabic or any other language for that matter. They were beautiful words with out meaning. Mother smiled and understood that her son is nourishing his brain by scribbling these meaningless words. As he is too young to write story or fiction or poems he is just putting pen and paper together. While doing so he was satisfying himself that he can also write and when time will come he shall definitely be a writer of his kind. She was indeed supportive and at the same time proud of her son. 

The turning point here is taking initiative, no matter how small it is. Once you start riding a bicycle there is no looking back, you can never ever forget to do so. To take a First step is the new mantra, if one won't take first step how will he/she complete his journey? Keep on trying and doing something that satisfy you, there is a soul inside each one of us which needs YOU.

Please dont ignore it! Do your bits and pieces and cherish that you are alive.  

So keep writing and sharing  

गहरी रात की चादर

गहरी रात की चादर
ऐसे ढक गयी मुझको
जैसे सर्दी में रजाई ने
घेर हो मुझको !

उदास मनन उदास आंखों
की कहानी
याद न कर याद न आ
फिर भी आँखों के
किसी कोने से झाकता
है वो !

हर सुबह
हर शाम
कब खोया था
कब चला गया था
पता नहीं लगा
कब भूलेगा
कब भुलाएगा
कौन जाने
जाना तो मुझे भी था
उसकी पल्कॊन की कोरों में
कब पहुचीं कब वहां घर कर गयी
कौन समझे
समझना तो उसे भी था
पर उसके दिल में भी एक दिमाग था

जो न समझता था
न जानता था!


गहरी रात की चादर यूं घेरे है मुझको !

Run, Run ! 2014 has come !

2014 - Another new year has come, and it has come again indeed with lots of speculations, promises, resolutions. 

This time also I have to do some promises to self, will make some resolutions and will try not to break them. 

The first thing I promise to self that I shall continue to be kind and generous to all irrespective of other reactions or behavior. This I was lacking since last so many years. We get affected very easily with how others are treating us. We want everyone around us to be polite and nice to us which in turn makes the environment very pleasant. But many a times we ourselves become rude. How can we expect a subtle behavior from others when we ourselves are not grounded. 

Here comes "the turning point". 

No matter what others do or think - good or bad, I pledge to keep doing good. I am ME, and can't be like others. I shall follow the path of kindness only whether I be treated kindly or not. 

It is definitely difficult to follow this humble path but once one is used to it, life will take a 360 degree turn after that. 

So be good and keep praying !

! Its your choice !

Oct 2012

Festive season is here again !

Lots of holidays, shopping, decorations and loads of fun. Days start running when this season of the year comes or it seems natural due to some movements in space and days become short and nights longer. Whatever it may be, things become special and enchanting. Markets display all their products with lots of specialties and heavy discounts. But God only knows if they give genuine cut in prices or its fake to lure the customers. Shopping bags become double in numbers and money vanishes from the purses.

During the same period when once I was spending/wasting my husband's wallet in one of the up class markets of metro city I met with a strange incident. 

Moving from one shop to the another I was feeling really good, as I purchased few accessories and clothes for myself. Of course ! What do you think? shopping begins with lady of the house and also ends at her fancy. Well ! I also bought some beautiful caricatures and art pieces for my home. I bought some nice n cute clothes for my boys. And then I entered another home furnishing shop, which I find the most attractive in the whole shopping area. I felt someone is following me since when I purchased those expensive caricatures for home. You know, women possess an EYE in their back, and if someone is looking at her in the crowd she will come to know at once. I could feel someone's eyes at my back. Suddenly I felt cold. I told myself that though I am alone but this market is full of all kind of people. I instantly discouraged the thought that no one helps you when you are in need in the open. Newspapers are full of these kind of horrible stories.

Being optimistic I again told myself that this is my doubt and  I won't be hurt in any ways. But my heart was saying something else and also thumping little faster than regular. Anyways I took a deep breath and tried to look out with all my might to see if someone suspicious is there. I was standing among the ultra beautiful light and wall hangings looking out, I saw a very crudely dressed man, in his 20's, darker than dark complexion, yellow teeth, cluttered hair locks, very thin, bare foot and very restless looking here and there. In the middle of such a beautiful things he looked more ugly. His eyes were marble white with dark black pupil filled with remorse and concern. Now I was sure that this man is following me. I felt little afraid of him but little only, somehow he was not scary.

Till now I was totally out of my shopping mood and my mind was fast running like a horse who wants to reach at its destination.But now what should I do? Moreover the effective sales man inside the showroom was also diverting me from my thinking horses. Sales man wanted to sell some awesome stuff to me. Anyways I have to face it. Should I take help of sales man or some one else or I should sort this on my own?

That moment was like an hour for me in which I was given a question paper and I don't even know a single answer. Being hard hearted and strong has its own disadvantages, the one I faced now. And I decided to be on my own. I gathered all my might and remembered my God and came out of that amazing palatial showroom. I started walking fast towards metro station, now again I could feel those Black and White eyes on my back. Now that was frosty. I was almost running while walking as evening had started putting its grey blanket on the mother earth and grey was always very scary and creepy. As I left the market area I started feeling calm, it seems there is no one following me now. I slowed down a little and tried to look back. Damn ! this cervical pain, I can't even move my neck. So I turned myself completely to look back. And there was no one. As if there was no one following me. There were regular people moving around. I took a breathe of relief after such a long time. I smiled inside. And as I turned back to move to metro station, He was standing in front of me. I was zapped to see him. Before I could do something, he said," Madamji, yeh apka samaan gir gaya tha, mein apko bahut der se dhoond raha tha, maaf karna madamji ek baar samaan check kar lena."

I was speechless. In his dirty black hand he was carrying my pink christian Dior pouch which was carrying my license, cards and cash. I slowly took my pouch from his hands, thinking how our thought process changes just looking at a person and we start judging & presuming them with their outside persona. This was a  lesson of life. I instantly said," Thank you, ismein bahut zaroori samaan tha, aur yeh aap rakh lo." I grabbed first picture of Gandhiji which came in my hand and moved it in his direction.

He very genuinely smiled and said which I shall never try to forget," Nahi madamji yeh nahi chaeye, yahan market sab poochte hai kaam karega magar kaam koi nahi deta, jinhone bhi kaam diya unhe apna gussa utarane ke liye koi chaeye tha, to mujhe rakha, mann kara maara, mann kara gaali dee. maar khaane se acha sadak par hawa khaana theek laga mujhe. mere madad koi nahi karna chahta, sab apne madad kar rahe hai. gareeb ki madad karke swarg milege sochte hai, magar marne ke baad kisey pata kaun kahan jaata hai.

Thank you madamji."

He turned back and ran away in that dark grey blanket which was getting darker every second. And I felt haziness inside my eyes.

By now, it was all over. My shopping experience gave me a teaching. We philanthropist by choice, and those who do philanthropy need this assurance the most that whatever they are doing, they are doing it for the sake of poor and deprived. Well, it included me also.

And slowly in the dark blanket I reached the metro station and put my bags on the escalator to catch my AC women compartment.