Kabhi tho samjho
Pehle khamoshi meri thi
Ab Hamari hai
Khamosh zubaan alfhaaz nahi suna
a
thi.Thursday, June 21, 2018
Koshish Jaari Hai
Ye pehli Baar Nahi hai
Jab Zindagi mili ek doosri Zindagi se.
Khwab bune,
Khwab Jude,
Khwab bhikre,
Khwab phir se jude
Chaliye chodiye ye kaun si pehli dafa hai
Ki koshish jaari hai.
Khamosh Zubaan
Lafzon ke bojh se aksar zubaan thak jaata hai
Ye pata Nahi ye khamoshi samajhdari ya befkoofi
Jhuk ne se rishta agar mazboot ho
Tho jhook jao
Par itni gehraayi se tho mat jhuko ki chaay ke saath diye hue biscuit ki tarah doob Gaye
Aur tootne par awaaz bhi Nahi.
Raastein
Wo raastein bhi na mil paaye
Jo saath chalane ke vaadein kar chuke the
Ye tho zaroori nahi
Ki manzileyein ek ho
Kyunki ye aksar hota hai
Ki
Raastein ke pathar se ishq ho jaaye
Aur Manzileyein kho jaye.
Un aasuvon ka kya mol
Jo ruke na ruke
Jo raat ki khamoshiyan mein siskiyan le.
Jo guzarte waqt ke saath Paani ban jaaye.
The Silence of the Lambs
Chasing rainbows
That should have followed the rains
Chasing love
That again should have followed the hearts
Chasing old love
Because no new love came.
All that I have been doing is chasing dreams without Love.
What is it that to be in love?
That which breaks you
Or that which staggers you away from life?
What is it that to be in love
Pathways meet
But seldom crossed.
Chased love to realize
That in vain the chase is on
In pursuit of love.
For the love that holds you doesn't make you chase.
My heart aches
When I remember you how I chase you for love
For all that I remember is embers of lost love
wearily and tirelessly
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Love Thy Neighbours
It was like all evenings in Bangalore when I thought of going to the parlour for a threading. You see, I had missed it last month. And felt that aaj nahi tho agle mahine and till then I would be looking like Krur Singh of Chandrakanta mega serial and so set on this journey taking along my daughter Srujana who was all the while glued to the Idiot Box watching Chota Bheem.
As we were walking along, I holding her nimble fingers tightly clasped in my palm, we heard the evening prayers Salatu-l-Isha of Muslims. An expected small query came pouting up. “Amma, who is praying?” I told her as we all pray God in a Puja room or temples, Muslims pray in mosques. I felt very much happy that I had answered her query in the simplest way she could comprehend. Rather, the “I” in me reigned arrogantly.
No sooner had I answered it, it was followed by another query. “Amma, where are Muslims?” Now, this seemed a bit awkward question, especially when we were walking along the street. The “I” in me had again started feigning its hood. I replied, “As we live, they live by us, as our neighbours”. Felt great for being a good English and Social Studies Teacher.
My turn of introspection was slowly turning on when she hit the final target asking, “Amma, who are Muslims?” Now, how would I answer this? How do I tell the characteristic features of a Hindu and a Muslim or whatsoever community she was asking. Would she understand? How would a five year old understand? I felt, the age factor and my explanation would be a mismatch. Or, would it be followed by another query and another query?
While I was in a fix, I recalled that some years back she had studied in a Pre- Nursery school, and I replied, “ Srujana, chinna, do you remember you had a class teacher by name Ghazala mam, well she is a Muslim”. For that instance, I felt that distinguishing mark or a change or pattern in name would help her to at least figure out faintly. But what astounded me most was her reply.
“Amma, she is not a Muslim. She is my mam”. The conviction and truth in her voice shook me. I felt really ashamed of self. The child as a human and Indian in her had spoken the unconquerable truth that we are all ONE. And my definition of defining my neighbours was all but hollow. We need to permanently park our egos, self esteem packages and cover it up with more practical truths.
We, as elders always draw LOC between us and amongst us. It was what my daughter made me realize a “Spiritual Landscaping” where I needed to water my beliefs in being a human was much more important and vital rather than defining them in words or History text books or in the cases of Ram Janma Bhoomi issue. Enveloping all this, I would like to say is, all we need is to till our hearts with more of priming, pulling, and pushing worth the belief that we will be the best as HUMANS rather than Hindus or Muslims.
A sideway glance at life is always important, because we truly need the exercise to absorb the lesson life attempts to show us.
What do you say and feel?
As we were walking along, I holding her nimble fingers tightly clasped in my palm, we heard the evening prayers Salatu-l-Isha of Muslims. An expected small query came pouting up. “Amma, who is praying?” I told her as we all pray God in a Puja room or temples, Muslims pray in mosques. I felt very much happy that I had answered her query in the simplest way she could comprehend. Rather, the “I” in me reigned arrogantly.
No sooner had I answered it, it was followed by another query. “Amma, where are Muslims?” Now, this seemed a bit awkward question, especially when we were walking along the street. The “I” in me had again started feigning its hood. I replied, “As we live, they live by us, as our neighbours”. Felt great for being a good English and Social Studies Teacher.
My turn of introspection was slowly turning on when she hit the final target asking, “Amma, who are Muslims?” Now, how would I answer this? How do I tell the characteristic features of a Hindu and a Muslim or whatsoever community she was asking. Would she understand? How would a five year old understand? I felt, the age factor and my explanation would be a mismatch. Or, would it be followed by another query and another query?
While I was in a fix, I recalled that some years back she had studied in a Pre- Nursery school, and I replied, “ Srujana, chinna, do you remember you had a class teacher by name Ghazala mam, well she is a Muslim”. For that instance, I felt that distinguishing mark or a change or pattern in name would help her to at least figure out faintly. But what astounded me most was her reply.
“Amma, she is not a Muslim. She is my mam”. The conviction and truth in her voice shook me. I felt really ashamed of self. The child as a human and Indian in her had spoken the unconquerable truth that we are all ONE. And my definition of defining my neighbours was all but hollow. We need to permanently park our egos, self esteem packages and cover it up with more practical truths.
We, as elders always draw LOC between us and amongst us. It was what my daughter made me realize a “Spiritual Landscaping” where I needed to water my beliefs in being a human was much more important and vital rather than defining them in words or History text books or in the cases of Ram Janma Bhoomi issue. Enveloping all this, I would like to say is, all we need is to till our hearts with more of priming, pulling, and pushing worth the belief that we will be the best as HUMANS rather than Hindus or Muslims.
A sideway glance at life is always important, because we truly need the exercise to absorb the lesson life attempts to show us.
What do you say and feel?
The Dark Sheep
“In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.”
And only Marriage promises to respect our partners with their differences.
As a student of Criminal Sociology, Live In Relationships destroy the fabric of society which is built by culture, traditions, mores respect for each other as one holds in a sacred relationship called marriage. It can certainly give a green licensed signal to venture into a realm of tasting different flavours of SEX, but there isn't any promiscuity promised. Rather it is a relationship which is always lurking in dark shadows of fear and insecurity. Rather it is a relationship which is always lurking in dark shadows of fear and insecurity.
Wise but not foolish to go into a social formatting of relationship called marriage which z built on the edifice of Share, Care and Bear - responsible factors to make the society work on smooth lines.
And only Marriage promises to respect our partners with their differences.
As a student of Criminal Sociology, Live In Relationships destroy the fabric of society which is built by culture, traditions, mores respect for each other as one holds in a sacred relationship called marriage. It can certainly give a green licensed signal to venture into a realm of tasting different flavours of SEX, but there isn't any promiscuity promised. Rather it is a relationship which is always lurking in dark shadows of fear and insecurity. Rather it is a relationship which is always lurking in dark shadows of fear and insecurity.
Wise but not foolish to go into a social formatting of relationship called marriage which z built on the edifice of Share, Care and Bear - responsible factors to make the society work on smooth lines.
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