Khamoshi

Labon pe ho muskaan, toh sharmati hui ye khamoshi
Palke jhuki ho toh, haya ki hai ye khamoshi
Aankhon mein taare chamke toh khushi ki hai ye khamoshi
Chere pe aakrosh ho toh, gusse ki hai ye khamoshi
Nam hain ye naine toh dukh ki hai ye khamoshi
Ajeeb hai ye khamoshi...

Ek anjaane se mulaqqat toh darr ki ye khamoshi
Phir mulaqqaton ki baarat toh dhadhakte dil ki ye khamoshi
Dil mein hai pyar toh chahat ki hai khamoshi
Apna hai koi juda toh dard ki hai ye khamoshi
Rutha hai koi toh manane ke intezaar mein khamoshi
Toda ho vishwaas toh jasbaaton ki hai khamoshi
Ajeeb hai ye khamoshi...

Kehte hain, khamoshi mein hi jhalakte hai ye saare ehsaas...
Toh ajeeb haina ye khamoshi...

Chanda aur Chandni

Pyaar ke do nagme...Chanda aur Chandni...
Chanda ne ek roz chandni se pucha...
Tum hamesha mere saath kyu rehti ho?
Chandni ko ye sun ke accha nai laga...kyunki chandni chanda se bahaut pyar karti thi
Toh chandni ruth ke boli.....
Agar tum in taaron mein apni roshni dhundh lo toh kalse mein tumhare saath nai aayungi...
Chanda muskurake bola...
Taare toh roshni de denge, magar chandni ki chamak kaha se aayegi...
Taare rasta toh dikha denge par chandni ki chahat kaha se laayenge...
Taare toh daag chod jaayenge, par is chand pe daag toh chandni hi dho paayegi...!!!

DrEaMs....

An eye meets an eye
Moments just passing by…
And there you are…
An angel sitting by my side
Asking me my name…on my way home

Hold on…looks like we were heading for a joyride,
Moments just passing by…
The angel’s heart was beauty personified
It tried to reach my heart for friendship….
I tried hard to resist…and moved away from the exquisite
For mine was a stone heart shielded with armour
And never did I realize what it could mean to me

The show was on….
Moments started to pass by - strangely beautiful
The angel started spreading its charm
And I started having my share of smiles…
The bitter coffee started to taste sweet as honey
The angel became a reason to savour the coffee
And as time was fleeting away….
The coffee and the angel swapped places

We shared our joy, we shared our sorrows
We had been with each other in the highs and in the lows
The angel became my support who could hold me, caress me, scold me, listen to me, be with me…
Happiness knew no bounds….
And we were enjoying this roller coaster ride…singing, dancing, merrying with each other
When suddenly I realized, it’s not long when this joyride would come to an end

My heart started to ache…
with tears to follow…
…wetting my soft pillow
I started to fake a smile…
For I knew not these moments would come to a standstill
I wanted to freeze the time…I could not
I wanted to ask the angel to be with me forever…I could not….
I wanted to tell the angel that the rest of the world woudn’t sum upto you…I could not
I wanted to hate God…I could not…
The angel had to leave someday, it was eternal….and I knew this all the time…so I could not, I just could not stop the angel.

Stabs at my weeping soul

And then….I just woke up from a dream.

Veeraniyan

Mohhabat meri jo pyaasi hui,
toh gehri meri udaasi hui
Zindagi mein hai tum bin........
.............. ye veeraniyaan

Ashqon mein jaise dhul gaye sab muskurate rang
Raste mein thak ke so gayi masoom si umag
Dil hai ke phir bhi khwaab sajana ka shauk hai
Pathar pe bhi gulaab ugane ka shauk hai
Barso se yu toh ek amavas ki raat hai
Ab is ko hausla kahu ki zid ki baat hai
Dil kehta hai andhere mein bhi roshni toh hai
Maana ke raakh ho gaye umeed ke ye laois
Raakh mein bhi aag kahi par dabi toh hai

Sune sune saare raste hai,
Suni manzil hai jaana,
Suni suni si meri aankhen hai,
Suna dil hai jaana
Mujhe ghere hai....
....sirf tanhayiyan,
Meri dil mein hai sirf khamoshiyan,
Zindagi mein hai tum bin........
....................... ye veeraniyaan

Made my day!!

Read this somewhere and it just made my day:)

"Cant understand the meaning of the word "NO" ! "

Attitude

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
- Charles R. Swindoll

Kehte hain, pyar ko waqt ki nahi sirf ek lamhe ki zaroorat hoti hai....

....par agar waqt guzar jaye aur lamha aaye hi na toh???

Home Sweet Home

Peace - that was the other name for home.
-Kathleen Norris

Home is truly the place where the heart is. Its been six long years since I have grown, become what I am in a hostel....Though staying in a hostel is an all together different feeling, staying at home is beyond comparision. And now, I can feel the satisfaction while at home...

As the sun rays perforate through the crimson curtains into my bedroom, I fail to suppress a yawn, breaking my fast over the night with a cup of bed-tea...mummmm:)

After a quick shower with loud music on..."Dream on"-Aerosmith and a light breakfast with the latest happenings on TV, I head for my way to the office....

hmmm, that was nice morning.....:)

-----pause-----

The night wraps the evening intosits arms, the boring day at work slowly starts to cease....I pack my bag, board the evening shuttle yet again to reach my sweet home....

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
-John Ed Pearce

Now I get back home and I dont have to wear that gaurded mask which the world forces me to wear. The mask which conceals the communication of my mind to my soul.

The unheard words which my ears long to hear. Aloof from the usual cacophony, I am surrounded all by myself. Here I can sleep like a baby, dance in front of the mirror and then smile to myself, sing holding my fist as though a mike, cry for no reason - (sometimes u just feel like doing this), experiment on some new recipes, paint the wall, work on a collage, read a book with soothing music away from the traffic noise. hmmm, I can do anything without any sense of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. Yes! thats home:)