Badi kambakth hoti hain ye khwahishen....
Udan asmano ka deke , Mayusion ki jamin pe ye giraye
Badi kambakth hoti hain ye khwahishen….
Pyar kikhubsoort galiyon meye ghumaye
Magar galiyan gumnami ke andhere me kho jati hain
Ye kyu ye na bataye
Badi kambakhth hoti hain ye khwahishen….
Kisi ki aankhon ka taara, kisi ke jine ka sahara ye Hume banati hain
Tare tut jate hain sahare v chut jate hain
Ye kyu ye humse chupati hain
Badi kambakth hoti hain ye khwahishen………
Milne ki bekarari ye jagaye , magar bichadne ka gam kyu ye na bataye
Chehre ki hasi badalti hai palko ki nami me ye ahsas tak na karaye
Bekarari ban jati hai bechainion ka samandar
Dard ka sailab rh jata hai bas apne andar
Ghutan dard aur naummidi bas ye chor jati hain
Badi kambakth hoti hain ye khwahishen…….
मेरा दिल किसी के प्यार को तरसे इतना भी इसे नाकारा मत समझो,
और प्यार के लिए कोई न मिल पाए इतना भी इसे बेचारा मत समझो,
करने को प्यार दुनिया में लोगो की कमी नहीं है ,
पर हर किसी को हम प्यार कर लें इतना भी हमे आवारा मत समझो ॥
Ajar nature's doors opened wide
instilling high spirits
on untrodden tracks
winding its way up the hill...
to crush nature on its way....
Dried leaves and twigs
along dangling tree branches
with engulfed climbers and creepers
built thick pyres to be laid...
Warm noon air dazzled
through hot rays of Sun
searching for a spot
to trickle a game of fire....
to capture those seconds
who triggered those tiny sparks
to engulf so many lives later?
Knowingly or unknowingly
what lead them into a death trap
that charred their dreams forever.....
Within seconds those tiny sparks
grew into stretched tongues of fire
cooked both flesh and bones -
eating lives on its way...
Rescued from fiery tongues of fire
peeled survivors dangled life and death.....
Is it right to think
blessed are the dead
for they were deprived of the pain
to survive before they breathed their last.....
Nothing could have saved them
except their destiny that sustained
with good deeds, thoughts, and lives...
Whatever it may be - now and then
Nature sends in the warning
never tamper with someone
who will not react at the first instance
but will give you back in multiples
that could leave you stumped forever....
The digital clock at the library ticked its way to show 3 p.m. Every Wednesday, that hour, the end period for the day, turned to be the leisure hour. For girls like Anithra, that hour would always be the time at the libary. To everyone's surprise, Anithra who usually spent her time in the library during that weekly leisure period was among them. Twelve of her classmates in a hot gossip didn't see her coming and sitting in the middle of their circle that left some space for her. A pause in the gossip made Suganthi find her there.
"Chuck her out" Suganthi snarled.
"Why do you want to spend your precious time with some cheap brains?"
"What made you choose our company today?"
"Too many questions." Anithra chuckled with glee. Sometimes it is always happy to be in company of your friends apart from books also.
"No new books to read." Anithra smiled at them.
"Oh..." Everyone frowned at her.
"Hmm...Is there anything special to share with us?" Suganthi asked her with a smile.
"Ok, where are the annual day photos? When will we get them?" Usha asked her.
"Probably, today evening?" Anithra replied.
Just at that moment, a young man wheeled on cycle entered the college campus and stopped near them. Those are the days when bicycles were used prominently, and use of scooters, bikes, and cars were restricted to people who could afford paying petrol for their vehicles.
"Your photos" he mumbled with a smile. He was feeling quite nervous to be there inside a women's college.
"Please wait in the reception," not waiting even for a second he wheeled fast to the building where the reception was located.
The twelve devils broke into a loud laughter and continued with sharp giggles that rocked the space for the next five minutes.
Even though, Anithra knew they were all making fun of her, she didn't tell anything.
"Let me go and get the photos" Anithra with an embarrassed smile walked away from them.
"Look at the way he wheeled in. It resembled a scene from a romance." Felicia added. Anithra could hear their giggles though she knew what would be their conversation.
"Ya. Funny. Let her come back with the photos." Anithra's friends always found her to be the exact person whom they can tease and tease to the core. She will not react harsh and she always accepted their teasers with a smile and a nod. Now one more chance for them to tease and laugh their evening hours.
Days rolled on. Not a single day ended without remembering days at the college. Every dawn started with her doing all household chores helping her mother. At heart she felt hardened and no bouncing dreams or emotions. Her parents were not willing to allow her go for work, were much interested in getting her married. Though creative, intelligent and a flair for writing, no one was ready to appreciate for her skills. Mothers of eligible bachelors frowned at her thin, skeletal like figure and her pair of glasses. Right through these years, no one at home mentioned about her appearance or her thin figure. What she heard from them was only appreciation. Appreciation for cooking a tasty meal, appreciation for tending the garden with rich flowers and fruits, and appreciation for keeping the house neat and tidy. Until seen in person, her credentials looked great and suitable for the grooms. But the reaction after visiting her home to see her in person turned against her.
Though her parents didn't talk about it before her, she could understand the worried look of her mothers. Anithra sometimes wondered, why should my mother bring me with so much of confidence and energy and why should she suddenly turn against me complaining that I failed to meet the expectations of prospective grooms. Restricted to be there at home always inside the closed doors and allowed to peep outside only through windows hurt her loving heart.
"Where are my dreams of romance? Is there really someone who will come and let me out of this prison that was closed all around with an invisible cloak of emotions and love?" Anithra could not find an answer. Two years went away after her under graduation. When all her hopes waned away and she decided to wait for the destiny to take its turn, one of her school friends came to see her. Though she was a neighbour, they don't meet often.
"Would you come and join in our school as a teacher?" When her friend asked, Anithra looked at her mother.
"I am going to do my B.Ed. in Chennai, so I have to leave my job. I can refer Anithra. Will you please allow her, aunty?"
To her surprise, Anithra's mother allowed her to join the school.
Anithra thanked God for this sudden twist at the most unexpected time and she started to work at school. The angel like children helped her to regain her confidence and build hopes for a better future.
"I didn’t think I would ever fall in love again. I know that everyone says that after a heartbreak, but the difference is that I’m not heartbroken. I’m not cynical, or pessimistic, or sad. I’m just someone who once felt something bigger than anything else I’d ever felt and when I lost it, I honestly believed I would never have that again. But... I was 22 then and life is long. And I’m feeling things right now that I haven’t in a long, long time."
Anithra looked at the golden embossed names of the bridegroom and bride on the Wedding card. She could not take her eyes away from there. Vibration of her mobile distracted her.
"Your subscription is for renewal" - A notification popped up on the screen of her android and chimed with an alert.
"Renewal" - Like any other day, this word brought in Anithra fresh set of thoughts that pulled her into a world of trance.
Is there any option to renew happiness in spite of worst moments that bring unhappiness and tears every second with a blink of your eyes. Whatever that has been happening now failed to shake her. Her eyes devoid of tears made her look straight with an unflinching stare.
"Oh, my god, how I have changed at heart. How I desperately wanted not to be into a life where I would spend my time only between the kitchen and the bed room."
What is happening now is simply atrocious. The change now I am feeling at heart is not the usual me. I am not a simple girl who will be satisfied with cooking, cleaning, and breeding at home. I am not someone who will expect her man to take care of all her needs and who will nod her head even if he will not allow to be independent.
A long sigh escaped from Anithra. She will never again take that extreme step to end her life. As any other human being in this world, she also has the right to live. If marriage tend to be a mere license to have a sexual partner with the consent from parents, I am not the one for it. The world has more space to live for everyone and so will I live with my dreams and achieve my long cherished goals. Anithra popped the wedding card into the shelf and started to pack her clothes for a long distant journey that ushered happy life forever.
Let me remind you once again -
You need to be
Vaccinated against Love virus...
Afloat on air brimming with love
with your energy level high...
It becomes a must to be
Vaccinated against Love virus...
Probably, you may not agree
for you don't any sign of reaction
never be so numb at heart
turning away stoned responses...
Yet, one more instance to believe
You are Vaccinated
against love in the air...
For your eyes fail to twinkle
and stare back boldly at me
crushing any fleshy advances
that you think
I might be having at heart!!
आहिस्ता चल ज़िन्दगी
कई क़र्ज़ चुकाना बाकी है
कुछ दर्द मिटाना बाकी है
कुछ फर्ज़ निभाना बाकी है
रफ़्तार मे तेरे चलने से
कुछ रूठ गए कुछ छुट गए
रूठो को मनाना बाकी है
रोतो को हँसाना बाकी है
कुछ हसरते अभी अधूरी है
कुछ काम अभी और ज़रूरी है
ख्वाईशें जो घुट गयी है दिल मे
उनको दफनाना बाकी है
कुछ रिश्ते बन कर टूट गए
कुछ जुड़ते जुड़ते छुट गए
उन टूटे छूटे रिश्तों के
ज़ख्मो को मिटाना बाकी है
तू आगे चल, मै आती हूँ
क्या छोड़ तुझे ज़ी पाऊँगी ?
इन साँसों पे हक़ है जिनका
उनको समझाना बाकी है
आहिस्ता चल ज़िन्दगी
कई क़र्ज़ चुकाना बाकी है
With my palpitating heart
hardly could I close my eyes
to drift into peaceful sleep -
Triggered violent emotions
stagger my heart valves
and slow down life's flow -
Unmindful I blabber and blabber
lisping cursed words -
and that's not my nature -
Cursed are my days now
lacking peace at heart -
everyone seems to my foe
conspiring behind me
wherever I go.
Facing challenges at life
failed to hurt me -
But, when hurdles 're thrown
at my child's way -
agitates my swollen heart!!
Hmm... there I found a medicine
to cure my pained heart -
slowly and slowly moving ahead
I slip into a hopeful trance
where no light fails to brighten
that shows the successful way -
अल्फाज बया नही करते
दिल कि जूबा
जब दिल होता है
किसिकी यादोमे डूबा
आंखे करती है दिलसे बेईमानी
चुपकेसे केह देती है दिलकी कहानी
Tu Dost Hai, Mera yaar hai...
Kyun NaJane apne bich Bhaiyon vala pyaar hai....
Tere Saath rehne se Bigda hu aur Tere saath Rehne ko Jhagda hu..
Teri gaali Bhi pyaari Lagti hai..
Bina uske Zindgi khaali Lagti hai..
Tere hone se Darte mere Ache sanskaar hai..2
Par saale tu dost hai, mera yaar hai..
Kyun Najane Apne Bich Bhaiyo vala pyaar hai..
Sab kehte hai Hass jaana hi Khush hona nahi hota...
Magar teri baaton pe hass jaata hu, pata nahi kaise par Dil se Khush ho jaata hu..
Teri yaari hone ka Sukoon hai..
Kaun Jaane tere saath Rehne ka ye Kaisa Junoon hai...
Chaahe tu Har kaam mein Bekaar hai...par mera dost hai, mera yaar hai, kyun najane apne bich bhaiyo vala pyaar hai..
Ladki Aajane se Najane Kya chhod raha hai tu...
Apne Bichke Rishte Mein Najane kya Bhool Raha hai Tu..
Teri khushi ke liye Chala jaata tha mein Kahin se Kahin...2
Par teri Khushi mein najane kyun mein aaj Khush nahi...
Hass jaana Hi khush Hona nahi hota ye aaj Samaj aaya Mujhe..
Jab Tere Samne Hasa or Tune Nahi pucha Kya hua Tujhe...
Pata Nahi Jalan ka yeh Kesa prakar hai..
Saaale Aajkal Teri Hasi mein bhi Mandi ki Maar hai..
Ab dekhte hai aage Bachti Dosti ya Bachta Pyaar hai..
Aur Koi ho na ho...tere pass Hamesha tera Yaar hai..
Mein rahu ya Na rahu... ik tu hi meri dosti ka Sacha Hakdar hai..
Tu Dost hai, Mera yaar hai...
Kyun Najane apne Bich bhaiyo vala pyaar hai..
Two line with great feelings-
(Never Let a Best Friend feel Less than a BestFriend)
कभी-कभी जब बहुत थक जाता हूँ ,
घडी-दो-घडी भर ठहर जाता हूँ,
भूली-बिसरी यादों से मुहं पोछता हूँ,
इत्मीनान के साथ फिर सोचता हूँ,
के "कौन हूँ मैं"?
फिर सोचता हूँ,
किसके लिए इतना जोखिम उठा रहा हूँ,
बिना सांस लिए बढ़ा चला जा रहा हूँ,
एक पल भी नहीं अंगडाई लेने के लिए,
मैं हूँ के बादलों में सीढ़ी लगाये चढ़ा जा रहा हूँ,
और फिर जैसे ही घुटनों पर आता हूँ,
थोडा देर बैठकर, सब भूलकर सुस्ताता हूँ,
के फिर से समाज में होने का दायित्व
और महत्वाकांक्षा की आग,
"कौन हूँ मैं" के सवालों को कर देती है खाक |
फिर से उठता हूँ
सांस भरता हूँ,
और लग जाता हूँ दूसरो के सपनो की खातिर,
दौड़ता रहता हूँ जिन्दगी भर निरुत्तर
पूछता रहता हूँ खुद से
के "कौन हूँ मैं"
Yah asamay varsa ka jal
Kahta kaisa hoga aane wala kal
Ye hamare karmo ka kufal
Ki khatra badh rha h harpal
Kahi hai badh to kahi sukhad
Kahi ativrishti to kahi anavrishti
Kyo tod rahi khud niyam shristi
Yah prashn khud se hi pucho
Kyo baitho ho ab chupkar
Tumhi ne soshan kiya hai chhupkar
Swarth sidha ho tumne nast ki srishti sari
Per bhulo mat tum prakriti ke ho
Na ki prakriti tumhari
Abhi samay hai; ab bhi sambhalo
Ab bhi jao chet
Aapda dekar bar bar 'de rahi prakriti sanket
एक बार ही सही नज़रें तो मिलायी होती ,
दिल में तस्वीर थी हमारी ये बात तो बताई होती ।
तेरे लिए तो सारे जहा से लड़ लेते हम ,
दिल की बात दिल में ही रखी जुबां पर तो लायी होती ।
Bheed hai jahan ki ,ghutan hai
Aur bas shor hai
Kitno ke dil tanha hain yahan
Dhadkane jinki sunta na koi aur hai.....
Najuk dor risto ki Jo logo ko karib kabhi late the
Ab to aalam hai aisa usi ka sahara leke
Log bas aage nikal jaaten hain......
Khte hain jise apni aankho ka taara
Apni khwahisho ke pure hone ke liye
Usi taare ke tutne ka intjar karte hain.....
Nafrt hi nafrt hai jidhar v najar jaye
Koi sarhad pe mar raha desh ke liye
To koi bas khud ke liye jeena chahe........
we feel the happiness , do feel the sorrow next..
sometime we talk to ourself , and sometime say it by text,
unpredictable this journey is, we never know what’s the next..
thinking the past worrying the future
we always forget the present context..
we cry we laugh, we crawl we walk
that’s how the journey what we call as “LIFE- THE UNREST”………
- DevB निशब्द
Wafa likhta hai ……by Sahal.
Roz jo naam mere zakhm ek naya likhta hai,
suna hai wo har marz ki dawa likhta hai.
Wo likhta hai to lehrein aker mita deti hai,
Najane deewana rait pe kya likhta hai.
Wo shakhs bhi to mujh se juda sa rehta hai,
mere haq mein jo hijer ki saza likhta hai.
Marzi ko apni kaatib E taqeer ki raza pe mitade agar,
phir jo Tu chahta hai wohi khuda likhta hai.
Tu puchhta hai jahan mein to log hanste hain“Sahal”,
Shayad tu lafz E afwaa ko wafa likhta hai