TRUE LIES...

I do not hate you.
Just abhor umpteen true lies,
nimbus sans droplets.........

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HARBINGER...

Canvas looks empty.
Harbinger, bring your rainbow,
downpour will follow..........

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COUNTERPART....

Yearnings when afar,

explainable, as you are

my soul's counterpart

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MY HELMSMAN

All along you've been
within me, my gut feeling.
You are my helmsman....

BAS KAH DIYA …/ बस कह दिया …

Raat guzar gayi aur humein maloom nahin
khwabon ke rahguzar se aur humein maloom nahin.......

Hum saans to lete rahe har pal
kyon lete rahe humein maloom nahin.......

Ek nazm likhne ki koshish jo ki humne
dil safe par kab utra humein maloom nahin...

Saaz hathon mein thaam toh liya humne
raag koun sa chereN humein maloom nahin....

Bas kah diya ki tum jaan ho meri
kyun kaha, humein maloom nahin......


रात गुज़र गयी और हमें मालूम नहीं
ख़्वाबों के रहगुज़र से और हमें मालूम नहीं.......

हम साँस तो लेते रहे हर पल
क्यों लेते रहे हमें मालूम नहीं.......

एक नज़्म लिखने की कोशिश जो की हमने
दिल सफ़े पर कब उतरा हमें मालूम नहीं...

साज़ हाथों में थाम तो लिया हमने
राग कौन सा छेड़ें हमें मालूम नहीं....

बस कह दिया की तुम जान हो मेरी
क्यूँ कहा हमें मालूम नहीं ……

MY IMPERFECTIONS....

My imperfections,
told, untold, known and unknown,
make me so complete...

My answer, always,

"I take each day as it comes."

Never the right one..

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CELLOPHANE../ सेलोफेन....

Woh jo ek cellophane jaisa kuchh hai na
hamare tumhare jazbaton ke theek beechobeech
use cheer ke agar koi awaaz
rooh tak pohanch jati toh?
Ya koi mulayam sham use pighla deti..
Yeh zubaan bematlab na haklati
na taish mein
na jazbati hokar....

Woh shayad kuchh harf hain
ya phir guchche hain lafzon ke
aise uljhe hain manon
oon ke unsuljhe lachche hon.
Sawal ek aur sahi jawab bhi ek.
Yeh zubaan bematlab na haklati
na jawab dhoondhne mein
na galat jawabon mein ulajhkar.......

वो जो एक सेलोफेन जैसा कुछ है न

हमारे तुम्हारे जज़्बातों के ठीक बीचोबीच

उसे चीर के अगर कोई आवाज़

रूह तक पहुँच जाती तो?

या कोई मुलायम शाम उसे पिघला देती..

यह ज़ुबान बेमतलब ना हकलाती

न तैश में

न जज़्बाती होकर....

वो शायद कुछ हर्फ़ हैं

या फिर गुच्छे हैं लफ़्ज़ों के

ऐसे उलझे हैं मानों

ऊन के अनसुलझे लच्छे हों

सवाल एक और सही जवाब भी एक

यह ज़ुबान बेमतलब ना हकलाती

न जवाब ढूँढने में

न ग़लत जवाबों में उलझकर.......

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TROUBLE WITH THE CURVE

"Trouble with the Curve" is one of the finest films I have ever seen on father-daughter relationship and also is a fairly enjoyable and pleasant baseball drama . This movie is not at all preachy in the sense that it does not go overboard in explaining its audience that how one should deal with the upbringing issues..a child sometimes fails to understand why his/her parents are not giving them the much needed attention during their growing up years or why they have kept them away at a hostel or some relative's place, which is justified but then nothing that parents do is without reason..

In the movie the daughter missed her father all through her childhood and had silently hated him for not giving him much time and attention which she craved for but her father did not have much choice being a single parent who was always travelling and engrossed in the job of a baseball scout. But one more reason which the girl understands much later was his insecurity about his daughter's safety as she was once on the verge of getting sexually abused at a tender age of six. He saved her once but was not sure that he could get lucky next time as well..

There are two scenes that are quite impressive. An aging father defending his daughter, with the first one of him attacking a drunk bar-goer with a broken beer bottle after he tires to hit on her, and later, a rather disturbing and upsetting scene where he brutally beats a child molestor half to death in a shed.

Clint Eastwood carries the film beautifully on his shoulders and is so very handsome even at 75 plus.. not to ignore his signature style

http://youtu.be/UdJPvXLemVs


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WE COME ALONE, WE GO ALONE..AND WE FIGHT ALONE....

There are good days,there are bad days, but what makes this life interesting is how we actually manage to turn these bad days into good ones... we all know that complete happiness is not attainable but sometimes, with little effort we can keep the bad, depressing moments on some shelf or hang them on a hanger in our wardrobe and lock it.. find some favourite song to cheer ourselves up and voila!!

I have learnt one thing and memorised it by heart that whatever the situation, it is only me, who can tackle it and face the challenge..people can give support and assurances but it helps only if one has that indomitable spirit.. the ultimate truth is, we come alone, we go alone..and we fight alone....

TOOFAAN / तूफ़ान ……

Is waqt
shant, gambheer yah bimb
tej, aag ki tapish jaisa
ugal raha hai krodh,
kuch antardwandh,
kuch ahankar ka.
kuch us kshamata ki
jo chahe toh rakh kar de.....

Hai intezar
us toofan ka
jo kahar dha jayega,
boondon se bhigokar,
ek ek kan ko.
vidhwans ka doosra rukh
darakhton ke chehron pe..

Ek ore navjeevan,
ankurit, prasfutit.
aur kuch sookhe patte
kuchle prem ki tarah
bikharte hue
khatm hote hue........

इस वक़्त

शांत, गंभीर यह बिंब

तेज, आग की तपिश जैसा

उगल रहा है क्रोध,

कुछ अंतर्द्वंध 

कुछ अहंकार का.

कुछ उस क्षमता की

जो चाहे तो रख कर दे.....

है इंतज़ार

उस तूफ़ान का

जो कहर ढा जाएगा,

बूँदों से भिगोकर,

एक एक कण को.

विध्वंस का दूसरा रुख़

दरख्तों के चेहरों पे..

एक ओर नवजीवन,

अंकुरित,प्रस्फुटित .

और कुछ सूखे पत्ते

कुचले प्रेम की तरह

बिखरते हुए

ख़त्म होते हुए........

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Colors Of The Sun.....Santorini

SHIKAYAT... / शिकायत......

Ab shikayaton se hum shikayat karne lage
chand lamhein khud ke liye alag karne lage

Koshish jab bhi ki bahr mein tumhein likhne ki
tum shakhs koi anjaan se lagne lage

Ek patta bhi nahin hilta hai jahan bewajah
zahe naseeb ki tum safhon mein sajne lage

Boondon ke saath ate ho, phir jane kahan chale jate ho
tasavvur mein gum tanha pal ginne lage

Abra jab siyah kar gaya asmaan ko
hum un badalon mein tumhein dhoondne lage

Waadon ki baat karta hai zamana aksar
un wadon kaa kya jo nasoor zakhm ban ne lage


अब शिकायतों से हम शिकायत करने लगे
चंद लम्हें खुद के लिए अलग करने लगे

कोशिश जब भी की बह्र में तुम्हें लिखने की
तुम शख़्स कोई अंजान से लगने लगे

एक पत्ता भी नहीं हिलता है जहाँ बेवजह
ज़हे नसीब की तुम सफ़ों में सजने लगे

बूँदों के साथ आते हो, फिर जाने कहाँ चले जाते हो
तसव्वुर में गुम तन्हा पल गिनने लगे

अब्र जब सियाह कर गया आसमाँ को
हम उन बादलों में तुम्हें ढूँढ़ने लगे

वादों की बात करता है ज़माना अक्सर
उन वादों का क्या जो नासूर ज़ख्म बनने लगे