डरने लगे….

यादों के झरोखों में जाने से डरने लगे,

हम खुद अपनी परछाइयों से डरने लगे,

ख्वाब देखा जो कल-तोड़ दिया वक्त ने,

हम बेबस हो वक्त की घातों से डरने लगे,

तुमने ला के यूं छोड़ा हमें रस्ते पर,

हम मंज़िल की राहों से ही डरने लगे,

दर्द उठता है दिल में तेरे ख्याल भर से,

शायद यूं हम तेरे अज़ीज़ ख्यालों से डरने लगे…

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Translation
Since memories of past haunt me,

I now get scared from my own shadows,

Time shattered away all my dreams

I now get scared from the pace of time,

The way you abandoned me in midway,

I now get scared from every path I walk on,

My heart aches whenever I remember you,

May that’s why I now get scared remembering you…..

ज़िंदगी

जज़बातों से भरी हुई

Jazbaaton se bhari hu,

तुझ बिन वीरान है जिंदगी….

Tujh bin viraan hai zindagi….
आज यादों का झोंका यूँ चला

Aj yaadon ka jhonka yun chala

कि रुख से पर्दा उड़ गया

Ki rukh se parda udd gya

आँखों में आँसू ना सही

Aankhon mey aansu na sahi

लेकिन कुछ परेशान है ज़िंदगी….

Lekin kuch pareshaan hai zindagi….
दिल के हाथों मजबूर थे कभी

Dil k hathon majbur the kabhi

आज हालातों ने मजबूर कर दिया

Aj halaaton ne majbur kar dia

सफर है एक अंजानी मन्ज़िल का

Safar hai ek anjaani manzil ka

और सामान है ज़िंदगी…..

Aur samaan hai zindagi….
कहते हैं वक्त बदल देता है

Kehte hain waqt badal deta hai 

अपने साथ ज़माने को

Apne sath zamaane ko

आज खुद को आईने में देख

Aaj khud ko aaine mey dekh

 जाने क्यों हैरान है ज़िंदगी…

Jaane kyun hairaan hai zindagi…

दिल का दर्द

इस पत्थर दिल ज़माने से

दिल का दर्द छुपा रखा है

आज फिर तुम याद आ गए

वर्ना अर्से से तुम्हें भुला रखा है

क्या पता था इस मोड़ पर हम तन्हा रह जाएंगे

वर्ना सामां हमने भी सफर का बांध रखा है

हैं बहुत हमें भी दिलासा देने वाले

तुमने किसलिए हमसे रिश्ता ये बना रखा है

दिल में लाख चुभे थे कांटे किसी ज़माने में

शायद तभी इसे आज दामन से छुपा रखा है

है दस्तूर ज़माने का रिश्तों को दफ़न कर देना 

मैंने भी कब्र को अपनी बुनियाद बना रखा है…


Translation:

From this hard hearted world

I’ve hidden my heart’s deepest pain
You’re being remembered today

Else I’d forgotten you since ages

Who knew I’d be left abandoned like this

 Else I too had packed up for life’s journey

There are many to console me

Then why are you still connected to me

My heart had been hurt badly in the past

Maybe thats why I hide it from the world

It’s a ritual to bury relations in this world

And so I’ve laid my coffin as my foundation…

Be Positive

“Can’t believe it’s time. I’d been waiting for this my whole life” exclaimed Sonu. “You must be crazy, do you by any chance have any idea what’s about to happen?” Stuttered  Monu, maybe because of fear. Both Sonu and Monu hung together to one of the branches of Maple tree that stood tall in my backyard overlooking through my bedroom window from past so many years.

It was cool breezy Sunday morning. I’d been lazing around in my room when I heard the their conversation. Sonu and Monu both were leaves of same age and colour. They’d sprouted together and grew up facing same weather conditions all through their life span. It was beginning of fall, the time they had to bid adieu to the world, the place they had stayed like…..Forever.

Hearing them talk, got the lost me back from my thoughts. I laid on my bed, fully concentrating on their words. I could hear Monu sobbing. Obviously, change not just brings in fear with itself but also the pain of departure. It’s hard to bid goodbye to something that have always been around you. Monu’s emotional dilemma was understandable. “How can this happen to me, why is it happening at all? I’m just too scared to this uncertainty. Why God……why ME??? Falling down and hitting the ground would hurt me. The new whereabouts, new atmosphere will be hard and it will be really difficult to survive”.

On the contrary, Sonu sounded excited and was looking forward to this change as an adventurous roller coaster ride. I heard him explaining his emotions. “C’on Monu, we’ve been hanging here for such a long time, imagine how it would be like when we’ll be flying like birds with this wind . It would feel like we too got wings attached for taking a flight. Think how exciting experience it would be to get carried away by the wind like a small baby in the arms of his mother. How it would be like to touch the ground below with our own feet. We have always seen everything from up here by just hanging. I so want to feel the ground below, sit next to those flowers who have been smiling from far off all along.

Suddenly, there were sounds of screaming, one out of terror and one out of excitement. I rushed to the window just to see two beautiful leaves falling down towards the ground. One was heading straight down while the other was twisting and turning around, gliding down as if it was playing with the wind. I could very well differentiate who was Monu and who was Sonu.

This incident taught me one thing about “Attitude”. Under the given situation when the result was same, experience was also all the more same, it was just the change of attitude, that made huge difference. Where Monu had a gloomy, sad and depressive ending, Sonu on the contrary enjoyed every single moment life provided him.

A Positive Attitude not only empowers you to face the difficulties, but helps you to enjoy maximum benefits even from an adverse situation. “Positive Thinking isn’t about expecting the best to happen everytime, but accepting that whatever happens is the best for this moment.”

एक एहसास…

दुआओं में मेरी कुछ तो असर रहा है
​Duaon mey meri kuch to asar rha hai

यूं ही नहीं तूने पलट के अलविदा कहा है….

Yun hi nhi tune palat k alvida kaha hai…

हमनफज, हमनशीं, हमसफर ना सही

Humnafaz, humnashin, humsafar na sahi

कम से कम हमदर्द तो तू मेरा रहा है….

Kumse kum Hamdard to tu mera raha hai…

जुदा होंंगें रास्ते ये खबर तो थी हमें

Juda honge raaste ye khabar to thi humein

हमारा साथ इस मोड़ तक मुल्तवी हुआ है….

Humara sath iss Mod tak multavvi hua hai…

खो जाएंगे ये मन्ज़र फिर ना जाने कहां

Kho jayenge ye manzar fir na jaane kahan

बीत जाएगा ये वक्त जो अभी ठहरा हुआ है…..

Beet jayega ye waqt jo abhi thehra hua hai…

गुज़रे लम्हों को जो देखेंगे तो महसूस होगा

Guzre lamho ko jo dekhenge to mehsus hoga

एक खास रिश्ता है जो हमें जोड़े रहा है….

Ek khaas rishta h jo humein jode rha hai….

जैसे…

है आरजू या तो बेपनाह
या ख्वाहिश अधूरी रह गई हो जैसे

थम रही हैं ये सांसें

या फिर वक्त ही थम गया हो जैसे…..

मुझे दस्तूर-ए-जमाने का इल्म नहीं

बंदिशें ताउम्र मुझपर लगी हों जैसे

उड जाऊं बेबाक परिंदे की तरह

अरमानों ने पंख लगा लिए हों जैसे…..

दर्द आंखों में यूं दिखाई नहीं देता

लबोंं पर हसीं सजा रखी हो जैसे

जी लूं हर इक पल को कुछ इस तरह

जिंदगी इसी आलम में गुजर जाएगी जैसे…..

नहीं होता

 

कुछ ऐसे रिश्ते भी होते हैं

जिनका कोई नाम नहीं होता

एक ऐसा सफर जहां हमसफर तो है

लेकिन उस सफर का अंजाम नहीं होता

उमर् गुजर जाती है समझने में

वक्त के सबक का लिहाज नहीं होता

कभी फुर्सत से ब्योरा देंगे तुझे जिंदगी

कुछ जज्बात चंद अल्फाजों में ब्यान नहीं होता

Are you Married?

 

As usual, I had reached my bus stop 5 minute before scheduled time of my bus. This was part of my daily routine. Like me, there were few more people who used this mode of commutation. Since you see them daily, the only gesture you can reflect is a “Smile”. Apart from usual exchange of smiles & hellos, there was something different today.

“So you’re working in a bank, isnt it?” I heard a low voice behind me. “Yes ma’am” I turned & replied with a smile. I saw a saree clad lady covered with a Pallu all over her head, her hair partition filled up with huge red mark of sindoor, wearing a big mangalsutra and arms filled up loads of bangles. Not that I don’t adore such pieces of feminine ornaments but considering the hot weather here, all that I felt seeing her that way was a bit weird.  “You don’t seem to be from this area, where are you from?”Comes another usual question, that I’d faced umpteen times in past one year. “Oh yes, I’m not from Rajasthan, I’ve come from Chandigarh”, came my usual reply. “And your family?” Maybe it was her teacher’s instinct to shoot questions in a row, or maybe her inquisitiveness, I silently thought….. “Well my husband and daughter stay in Chandigarh itself, it wasn’t feasible to shift the entire setup, so its just me living here”. I absentmindedly replied, hoping for my bus to arrive soon.

“Ohh….are you married?? But you don’t wear anything to signify your marriage?” This…..was something new for me to face. I stared at her blankly for a split second, gathered my breath and replied with a faint smile, “….maybe  because I’m married at heart with my husband and don’t feel like showing it off around to the world.” Thank God, the bus arrived just then and I rushed to get away from another round of questions. But this small conversation struck a chain of thoughts which followed me all through my way.

Why are Indian women supposed to wear Sindoor/Mangalsutra or anything that signifies her being married. Why we need to carry these certificates hanging around our neck for the world to see that we’ve been taken lawfully. Am sure these won’t be a saviour from eve teasing, weird comments, stares and all such nuisances, else we women would have happily worn it to safeguard ourselves. I think it’s high time, we move ahead from such double standards and actually work upon women empowerment in real sense.

Self realisation

Learnt an important lesson lately, “Never let anyone talk down to you, no matter how close the relation remains.” There’s a need to draw a line beyond which NOBODY on earth can hurt you or make you feel low. So I too drew a line, putting a step out of the situation, badly wanting to break free from just being taken for granted.

People who blame others for treating them as door mats, sorry to say, but are actually the reason to be so. It takes courage to take just one step- The First Step. Relationship is a two way road, and if the traffic of one side is blocked, the adjoining road gets overcrowded. Similarly, there has to be a balance in every relation. Not that I mean to be rude or rigid but there has to be a limit of everything.