Wo do jodi aankhen..

Un do jodi aankhon ne kya kya nahi dekha,

rishte dekhe,naate dekhe,

bahut se log aate-jaate dekhe,

sangi-sathi choote,unke bhi dil toote,

deewaron ko taktein aankhon se aise sapne roothe,

un do jodi aankhon ne kya kya nahi dekha,

badon ka laad dekha,choton ka dulaar dekha,

chai ki pyali pe,sabka tyohaar dekha,

lambi si raaton mein,dard bhari aahon mein,

daudte hue apnon ka,pyara sa pyar dekha,

un do jodi budhi aankhon ne kya kya nahi dekha,

jhurriyon ne chehron ki lakeerein modi,

kaapte hath-pairon ne hilne ki umeedein chodi,

zubaan ne chaha koi baat batana,

Jo sunayi kahani,wo reh gayi thodi,

un do jodi aankhon ne kya kya nahi dekha,

bhagti ghadi ke kaaton mein apna purnaviram dekha,

aane waale kal mein aaj ki taklifon se aaram dekha,

Jo bhi dekha,sath-sath har mukaam dekha,

aur,

un tript aankhon ka,unki peediyon ne,ek sath mokshadhaam dekha..

un do jodi aankhon ne tha,kya kya nahi dekha..

The empty vase

An empty vase in the corner of my room..beautiful,colorful, magnificent..admired by many..the vase,though empty,seems majestic..standing alone,it's one of it's kind..spreading positivity and charm..smiling n welcoming each face it encounters..yet,the vase is empty..the vase have a dark side too..it's hollow from within..as hollow as an abyss..hiding this inner-self from the outside world..suffering n suffocated to the core..it needed flowers to fill it's void..a ray of hope..to fight darkness..it got some too..
but irony is-
the flowers could not fill the vase..
they simply aren't enough..
so,the vase remains incomplete again..
holding the emptiness..
standing tall..in solitude..

aadat hai

zindagi ne sikhaya ki rishton ki kya keemat hai,
zid pe adna to meri kahan,pahadon ki sirat hai,
log kehte hain,ae dost,tere jhukne ki zarurat to nahi,
ped kehtein hain ki jhukna meri fitrat nahi hai,aadat hai..

Neha's Corner: THE GIRL IN SILVER SANDALS

Neha's Corner: THE GIRL IN SILVER SANDALS: It was a Saturday afternoon.The sun was merciless,scorching with it's full force.I went to a posh school with my niece to collect her new...

THE GIRL IN SILVER SANDALS

It was a Saturday afternoon.The sun was merciless,scorching with it's full force.I went to a posh school with my niece to collect her new books and uniform before the start of her new session.The crowd was getting impatient coz of the slow service along with the continuous rise in mercury.It was a tedious sight..All the parents lined-up,waiting for their turn and all the kids,drained out of energy,either passing their precious time by playing under the angry sun or standing with their parents,like a pillar,acting as silent motivators..That was the time I saw HER..a small creature,hiding behind few pair of legs.She seemed shy and timid.However,there was some other expression in her eyes..Something,that I was unable to make out at that particular moment.I kept my gaze on her and then it sort of struck me-there was pride-of some asset or belonging,ownership of something which she owns and others don't.And then I saw the cause-those bright,beautiful pair of silver sandals.They were pretty,most probably new,and she was keen in showing-off her cause of pride.There were many rich kids too(who enjoy their lavish lifestyles,inevitable to their existence),all decked up,from head to toe,in expensive clothing and accessories.Yet,this little one didn't care if her fellow students,weren't showing even a slight interest in her new shoes.She was busy in her own world,lost in a reverie..glancing over and over again,towards her feet,as if,instead of shoes,she just got new feet.
 "Enough of shoe-watching"I thought,and instead,started watching other kids on the playground.Meanwhile,my sis-in-law was constantly struggling to get the stuff,so I was just able to see a small part of her head,emerging from the sea of people.The whole scene looked like a fully functional view of the Rajeev Chowk Metro station(Phew!).And everyone thinks that it's easy to survive in a metro city!Well,as I constantly killed my curiosity by trying to judge different personalities of different people,I saw a couple waiting at the end of the parents queue..They were not able to push the line or struggle as others were doing.And I saw the reason why..Both of them were handicapped as they were on crutches..They didn't seem very well-off and looked poor..And I wondered, how do they afford the expenses of making their kid study in such an expensive school..They might me in the school's staff or something..Anyways,it felt nice to see them investing in their child's future..Who knows,the kid might become a doctor someday with the first set of patient as his own parents..While I was lost in thought with my eyes unintentionally on their crutches,I saw the tiny creature again..And then it all came to me..Why the shoes were so important to her..Why was there pride of belonging..Why did the parents buy her such fancy shoes when obviously their whole month salary might be spent on her books..Her walk makes them proud and happy..Her run makes them laugh to tears..They do see their future in her.A future,where she'll be somebody someday..The future where she'll be standing on her own feet..Where she'll become their feet..
I woke up from my series of thoughts and saw the girl again..She smiled..IT WAS SHE-THE GIRL IN SILVER SANDALS!

ek arsa hua muskurae hue,
zindagi ka safar,kat raha hai magar,
waqt rehta hai ab chatpatae hue,
ek arsa hua muskurae hue..
faslon ki kadar,maine jaani hai ab,
siskiyon ki chubhan,maine maani hai ab,
aahaton se tadap jaati hun is kadar,
kaise rehti hun isko chupae hue,
ek arsa hua muskurae hue..
muskurati hun phir bhi main ye sochkar,
log puchenge mujhse,mujhe rok-kar,
kyun paresha ho tum,kaisi nadan ho,
kya haquikat ki raahon se anjaan ho,
kya kahungi main unse,chupaungi kya,
kya udaasi ki wajaha,sunaungi kya,
muskurati hoon,aakhen chupae hue,

ek arsa hua muskurae hue..

Valentine's Day..

Beauty of luv,lies in d purity of the expression..n thts luv,at it's innocent best..no judgements,no prejudices,no preferences,no complaints..innocent luv is lyk a sweet song-soothing to ears n matching the rhythm of one's heart..remember the tym,whn u first saw him/her n felt lyk he/she is d one..whn his/her sight,made u skip a heartbeat n u went weak at ur knees..whn after spending a moment with him/her,u suddenly realized tht u weren't breathing at all..whn everything else seemed to b meaningless..whn everything else seemed to b over..whn u couldn't stop thinking of him/her throughout d day..whn every song u listen to,relates to d moment,spend with him/her..such is d aura of LOVE..LOVE WHICH NEVER ENDS..LOVE,WHICH NEVER DIES..LOVE,WHICH IS SAFE IS OUR HEARTS,FOREVER..