kucch aur bada drishtikon (hindi)

Is prithvi sunder mitti par,
chubte kaante bhi bikhre hai!
Jeevan ke anokhe chand par,
kale dhabbhe bhi ubhare hai!
Saanso ke chamakte chirag tale,
mrityu ki kaali cchaya hai!
Hai duur talak sab andekha,
sab andhere main samaya hai!
Ab kon kise kaise dekhe,
har roz sambhalti maya hai!
Kho gaya hai lakshya is jeevan ka,
aankho pe namm palko ka saaya hai!

Par dekhu kucch bade drishtikon se,
mann main ek nav vichaar hai!
andere kitne gehre ho
chamakta din hi aaya hai!
Yu cchat jaye gi kalima,
naya suraj bhi ik din dhamke ga!
Is neeras rote jeevan main,
kabhi beej naya bhi phute ga!
Us naye ankur ka sama hai ab,
us lakshya ko bhar bhas dhundhu ga!
Khoye hue us abhisht ko,
shram-rashmi se main seenchu ga!
Jo takraye gir jayega,
vo bas haara bechara hai;
Jo ghir kar uthkar fir sambhle,
vahi kahe ye samay hamara hai!
jo gir kar uthkar fir sambhale,
vahi kahe ye samay hamara hai!!!!

the mile of life

The day I met her was the day enlightened by moon and stars. I was fast asleep, and
just exactly at mid night I figured out a problem. The problem was or rather the problem is I am an idiot. This flower has grown just in front of me and I am scared of thorns. The way is like a rose altar and if I walk through it, the whole heaven will greet me. But still I don’t want to. I don’t want to enjoy the charm, the blessing of god. The girl, I tell you, is an incarnation of mother Mary and if I am slave to a situation or if I am being tossed by fortune bumps and pits, she will run her hand through my hair and treat me like a child. If I am in tears, she will kiss me on my forehead and the life will be normal again. If I am lost in the dark she will find me and hug around me and I will be alive again.
One thing is clear that I like her but do I love her? I don’t know. I would love to spend time with her; I would like to know her completely. I may be in love with her also. But we haven’t met as yet to decide on that and I am not even sure that I will meet her ever. All I know right now is I have a strong feeling for her and if I lose her I will stop eating food for a weak or two. Dark circles will surround my eyes because of the regular crying on the commode in lavatory. I may grow beard also. God, my monthly expenditure is definitely gonna dip, so an oppertunity in adversity.
But no. If it is love, I won’t do anything of that sort. I think I will just smile and accept it. Profit and loss is not important. This ain’t any business. If I, kind of, react in such a way then I have already lost all hopes. And if I don’t I am respecting my belief. Love is not a destiny; its not even sacrifice. Love is just a belief. And the power lies in how many years you keep this belief alive. And the best love is when you die with this belief. Remember Paulo Coelho’s –“the whole world conspires……..” and finally if it has to occur like this to me, this loss, I will simply turn around, walk with hands in pocket and head down, kick a can or stone or something. I will walk a mile thinking over it and then will stop to look up into the sky, then a deep sigh and a smile and finally I will utter the same old line of mine, the guru mantra, “chalta hai yaar”. Try and imagine how this scene will be. This is how all my losses have been. Only occasions have been different but the reaction has always been the same.
I believe in one thing that nothing is right and nothing is wrong in this world, every moment is just great Coz the whole story is about this bloody moment which drives you to react in a certain way. Right and wrong is not this moment but it is our approach at that particular moment. And my approach is belief. Being happy or sad is a different thing. That is why I accept every thing, win or lose. I always acknowledge the power of moment but at the same time I never stop respecting my belief. This strange belief has been the fuel for my life which keeps me moving with time even when I am down on my knees. That is why “chalta hai yaar” is my final reaction and it will always be my final reaction.
If I love her then my love for her is one truth and her choice, yes or no, me or somebody else, is another truth. But out of both, first is more important for me. And the other truth is completely her choice. And if her choice is ‘no’, I may feel shattered, I may shed some tears also but I won’t mind. I will just accept it by saying “chalta hai yaar”. Some times I feel that if not all at least god is happy with my attitude. And why should he not be. I respect every decision of his. I believe in god and for me belief is above all. So if this time also he does not favour me, I won’t mind. I am ready to walk another thoughtful mile. This time The mile of life………

maula rok de(urdu)

Maula rok de is jung ko is fasaad ko,
Jal jaye gi insaaniyat is aag main,
Kis mazhabi jung ka nateeja ho,
Yeh zindagi nahi bachi tabhahi main.


Sar kat rahe chand tukde zameen ke liye,
Aur khoon le raha aansuo ki jaghah,
par kis ki wasihat likh gaya tu khuda,
Bta kon kya kya sath le kar jayega.
Maula rok……….


Zehen kafir hue aur dil yahan jakade hai kyun,
Zameer kho chuka sab mar chuke jazbaat kyun,
Fir kis ki soch badle ga tu khuda,
chun liye tere bhi tukde mazhabo nain yahan.
Maula rok………..


maut ka dar har bashar ko aaj kal
aur khali hai jazbaat khush khabron main
ajab sannata hai in goonjti cheenkho main
bas zinda hai to sirf bilakhti khwaishen.
maula rok......

for my i

Hi. I am satyarth, a human being. Why? Coz I feel that I feel the feelings. I am like any other person on this earth who is breathing and waiting. I often think about myself and then start writing. But every time the story seems too long to fit in just a piece of paper and at the end of each story I figure out that I just trotted out the same old jargon. The book is so uninteresting and if it is a part of some conversation it is disinteresting than just uninteresting. Yet I have so many stories to talk about, I have so many incidents to walk with. I see my life every moment and then I try to give a thought on it. And finally “its ok” is how I conclude. I have so many people around me yet many a times I feel lonely; actually most of the time. Then I look upon many faces around for company but when I talk to them I don’t talk by being myself. Am I a sadist? Don’t know. I am a kind of person who is just spending every second without bothering. So, even if I think, I don’t think. I am creeping and when I am tired, I lean by a tree and I can tell you how uncomfortable is that like. Then I analyze and settle down on a point that it is just another experience. But with every experience I have a question where is that battle field and am I going to face these things again? Again?! If yes then when is the final war? Well life is today. This is my field, every second. So don’t force this myth on me. And, may be, this is why I don’t bother.
I want to run away from this place. I want to hide myself in long grass on big hills. Call me a looser, I don’t mind. I want to sleep; sleep for at least 2 years. I want to live a kind of life in which there are no issues to deal with, in which there are no relations to carry on my back. In which the sun rises as usual, wind blows like every day, flowers grow and smile, I want to live with birds, vegetarian animals, herbivorous I mean. I want to ride a horse; I want to kiss a deer. I want to jump from a cliff and fly in air as if there is no fear of dieing and then dive into a deep blue river to feel being weightless. Yes, if I have to run, I want to run in open fields towards dusk sun. I want to touch moss and then wash my hands. I want to live; live with myself. After this I won’t deserve anything so no question of keeping any desire. I already don’t have any desire. I want two years of my life for myself. I just want a part of my life. I just want my part of my life.

sign o'divine.......

It may not be my start
but the end is very near.
Not in the only language of nature- death or life,
not even if it does not care.
Try thy luck and I’ll live my fate
But lower the sky limit
so that I just can dare.
Give me a sign o’ divine.
The talk is through eyes
between souls of yours and mine.
A gaze with gleaming eyes for me
And I will bend on knees in glee.
But no matter, no more, the distance shortens;
no way I am going to fail;
But lower the killing tempest so that we just can sail.