Sitting besides a lake,
on a bench,
gazing at those small waves,
with her own eyes deluging with tears,
wondering why is she feeling what she is feeling.
She just knows that she feels the pain,
with no answer to the 'Why?'
She wonders about the fact,
that she has so much love in her.
Eager to disseminate it as she acknowledges it to be the purpose of life.
But she fails to give a part of it to herself.
She wonders why does she want to heal each one she meets around her.
She wonders how can she see through them and know that they have some hidden pain.
She wonders if she wants the world to look at her in that way too.
She wonders if that is why she knows,
how it feels to not be seen when in pain.
She wonders why does she feel the peace when she helps someone heal.
She wonders why does she feel that she could set one soul free.
Is it because she wants to be free too?
Is it because she knows how beautiful being free is,
yet how difficult it is to let yourself break those shackles,
and rise high.
Maybe she looks at the world,
just the way she wants to be looked at.
Maybe.
Just maybe.-
Darta hu mai..
Bahut darr lagta hai mujhe..
Par kyu?
Mujhe kal se darr lagta hai..
Chaahe wo aanewala kal ho..
Ya guzra hua kal..
Mujhe kal se darr lagta hai..
Zaahir hai kit u darega
Kyuki tu jeeta hi kal me hai..
Chaahe wo aanewala kal ho..
Ya guzra hua kal..
Tune khud apne liye kal me jeena chuna hai…
Tere paas aaj bhi hai..
Bilkul tere saamne tera intezaar kar raha hai..
Is ummeed me ki ek din..
Ek din tu usse zaroor apnayega..
Ye wahi aaj hai jiska intezaar tu kal kar raha tha..
Waqt rehte thaam le ise..
Warna ye wo kal ban jayega..
Jisse tujhe firse kal darr lagne lagega..-
Aaj faansla aa gaya hai..
Kal tak zara si doori par bhi..
Jo rishta uski yaad dilata tha..
Aaj usme faansla aa gaya hai..
Naa jaane usne mudkar kabhi dekha ya nahi..
Palatkar humne humesha..
Uske ehsaas ko dhunda hai..
Kal tak jiske bina rehna..
Naamumkin sa lagta tha..
Aaj usme faansla aa gaya hai..
Inn faanslon ki kahaniyaan..
Humesha ek dard ka tinka chod jaati hai mann me..
Iske ant me kisika tadapna..
Toh kisika azaad hona likha hota hai..
Ye faanslon ki fitrat hi yehi hoti hai..
Iska kabhi unkaha toh kabhi unsuna ho jaana likha hota hai…
Ye faanslein hai..
Inke naseeb me kahaniyon ka adhura hona hi likha hota hai…-
Mujhe kisine kaha tha uski aankhon me dekhna..
Aankhein dhokha nahi deti..
Ankhein humesha sach bayaan karti hai.
kabhi jhut nahi bolti..
jaise kaha gaya mujhe
maine bilkul waisa hi kiya
kaano pe uski awaaz gir rahi thi
par sunai kuch nahi de raha tha
mera poora dhyaan uski aankhon pe tha
maine padhi uski aankhein..
maine dekhi wo beintehaa mohabbat..
maine ushi ko sach maan liya..
par usne kaha use mujhse mohabbat thi hi nahi..
mai.. kuch samjha nahi..
maine fir uski aankhon me dekha..
Mujhe kisine yaad dilaya..
Ki suno.. iss baar uski aankhon me dekhoge..
Toh nazariya bhi ushi ka rakhna…-
Insaan zindagi ki daud me..
Ye dhundne nikalta hai...
Ki usse 'kya karna chahiye'..
Shayad isilie insaano se galtiyaan hona ahem hota hai
Aksar zyada zaruri ye samajna hota hai..
Ki hume 'kya nahi karna chahiye'...-