DEWDROPS

I SAW YOU...

2011-11-10T13:16:00.003+05:30

I saw you in every leaf, that fell once to then rustle forever. in the nod of the museum guard, who personified solitude. in the bikes tied to the trees, with their very own chains, and rusting happily to the music of time. in the painted old of all the bricks, now half a home... in persuasion of the kid who was chewing pan masala, and knew everything about param anand. in the sindoor on

Blog ke Panne

2011-11-05T13:01:00.000+05:30

kitaabon ke panne to hawa palat deti hai kehti hai padh to lo...likh to lo Lekin blog ke panne? wo to hawa nahi hila sakti. intezar mein hai... Bhoole aashiq ki tarah... - Soumya Mukerji

aankhein ghaddaar...

2011-09-19T10:15:00.000+05:30

lab sile the...sile rahe... haath bandhe the...bandhe rahe... kadam ruke the...ruke rahe... aur aankhein ghaddaar... jannat ki sair kar aayin thi... aankhon ko shayad ishq hua tha... ham ishq ko dekha kiye... dekh na paaye aankhon ko jo... hame wo dekha kiye...

2011-08-18T02:00:00.002+05:30

The Rear Window... view from the window was once blue and green, the flowers looked at me and I nodded with thee, children rushed to something stunning hummingbird at wee. playing with the breeze the scents came to whisper, the message of sparkling sun through the dew that lay in distance. the rays of light came stumbling through the mist of godly dawn view from the window now theres none

ek zamana tha...

2011-08-05T18:13:00.003+05:30

ek zamana tha...jab rhythm mein khayaal aate the... khud ko hi ham...bemisaal aate the... sar-e-jamaat jhoomta tha...daarubaazon sa zehen... wo jawaab maangte the...hame bas sawaal aate the...

Meher

2011-05-25T13:23:00.003+05:30

parayi kisi qaayanat ke kisi bhoole hue waqt ka sabse mashoor baashinda - Shauqatupari duniya ki sabse haseen-o-azeem, mallika-e-raz-o-khuda, soorat-e-aarzoo - Mehar ke dil ke tamaam raaz jaanta tha.. wo jaanta tha ki jis din wo meher ke saath ek chaal ho chala us din chittha khul jaega us wehem ka jise saare kaaynaati 'taaqat' kehte hain aur sab maan jaenge ki khuda jaisa kuch nahi haibas afwaah

Freewill.

2011-05-03T00:38:00.004+05:30

asmaan ke kinare khade hain yoon hi,aaj girne ko jee chahta hai..pairon ke pankh bandhe the kabse,ab khol ke udne ko jee chahta hai..khayalon ko roka tha zindagi ke darr ne,ab thoda sa darr ke bhi jeene ko jee chahta hai..kinare pe khade yoon dekhte hi rahe hum,ab kood ke tair jaane ko jee chahta hai..na chaha tha tune, na hum kuch bole,aaj fir bhi sab kuch keh jane ko jee chahta hai.ruka tha

My life-Your time

2011-04-30T00:45:00.005+05:30

take the stupid time in the palm of your handand crusshhhh it between the might of your fingers' desiresfingers that used to play hide and seek in the rivers of joy that used to flow through your hair from mornings to evenings to mornings again you used to be my line of sight my ciggarettes sharer my walking companion my day and my night and the rest of my world my dream of heaven was a dream of

Safede

2011-04-02T17:14:00.006+05:30

sadak bazaari bachpan mein hoti thiwahi baba farid ki mazaar ke ird girdjahaan chahalkadmi zyaada thi...dukaane thi..samaan milta tha..shaam guzari bachpan mein hoti thiwahi safede ke pedon ke ird girdjahan chidiya bahut zyaada thi...anginat shaakhen thi..unhe wahan aaram milta tha...kayi baras beet gaye is sab ko...badal gaya hai sab kuch..mere pushtaini makaan ke ird gird..ukhad gaye hain

The Somewhere between Here

2011-02-28T15:57:00.003+05:30

I am made from the dust of the stars…and the oceans flow in my vein.“I am not the one to believe in magic...but I believe I sometimes have a second side.I am not one with a sense of proportion…when my heart still changes overnight”My First ever road blog…the fingers refuse to touch the keyboard when you are inside an S.U.V at 12 in the night…and cruising your way at a nice 120 kmph on a rajasthan

She brings the rain with herself, wherever she goes

2011-02-07T22:57:00.004+05:30

...me and the rainchild were having dinner in front of the statues of swans, listening to soft rock and roll, eating fresh salad and hot pancakes, sipping iced tea. today...she came back to her smile's content after an eon. and i was just listening to the music of her words.inside myself...i was shouting on the top of my voice..."your smiles sound like the first rains of monsoons". F.Y.I...she

khatir tassavur ke

2011-01-15T16:09:00.003+05:30

jab mirza se ishq ladaate the aurghaati wali chidiyon ke sang shaam guzaar ke aate thetab aasmaan tha baingani aur raat ki chaadar pashminaham tere khayal ko goud mein rakh ke khud hi lori gaate the tab bheed se na koi naate the aur dost mere sannate the

Hand in Hand

2010-12-29T12:40:00.003+05:30

they walk hand in hand not by the shore not on the sand looking at each other different legs,a different lap of nature mother - posting from calcutta... a nice place for walking...and a city...you feel like being in...!!

The Spirit Of DEWDROPS

2010-11-27T13:05:00.004+05:30

All the posts on DEWDROPS that you are in... form a nazm...see how..!!wo KHWABIDA hai Paper...mein udti Dragonfly hai...chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi.. chidiya si chehekti haiINDIANNESS lazmi hai uske TRANCEport ke zariye meinWORDS Words words khelte koodte hain uske ird gird meri likhai bolti hai wo FLOWER CHILD ki aas mein hai jab se i was telling her about neverland moonsmile..

LAFZ

2010-10-19T11:28:00.004+05:30

mat do mujhe lafz ki lafzon ke maane khatm hainpadhne ke zariye the chehre bhi kabhi lekinab sabki shaklon se afsoon-o-afsaane khatm hainlapete hue girebaano mein dam-todu khwaishen ham ab bhi sheher ki galiyon mein mandraate hain lekin aaknhon mein jalte chiraagon ka tel khatm hai.....aur andheron mein bhatakne ke bahaane khatm hain... bikhri hui hain zameeno pe chaahate...aur ud rahi hain

KHWABIDA

2010-09-23T13:05:00.003+05:30

chal phir chalen wahan par...jahan pe dikhen kheton ki hadein aur hadon pe dikhe tu...muskurati hui..chal phir padhen kahaniyaan.. jo hain sadkon pe bikhri hui chal phir maanjaa daalen apni khwahish ki patang par..phir dekhen use.. hawa mein lehrati hui... chal phir se sunayen tujhe ansuni...

The Verdict

2010-09-21T02:58:00.004+05:30

I just got a message on my phone sent in public interest by Vodafone (I guess!!!), it read, “Do not react to senseless SMS targeted to create rift in the name of 24th Verdict.” Verdict!? For what!? Killing thousands of people in the name of something intangible? Couldn’t we very well see that certain people were getting annihilated for having a name which sounded a little different from

WHAT IF WE COULD EAT MONEY?

2010-09-13T22:15:00.000+05:30

The question seems to be coming back to me time and again. Can we eat money? Would the Homo-Sapiens finally evolve to the point where all they can eat is money or as a matter of fact gold, silver, platinum or diamonds or may be designer clothes, shoes, fancy handbags??!(Hey, McDonalds is just round the corner man!! What are you talking about?? ).Would we have food problems then? Probably then we

hawa saa ban kar udta tha main...

2010-08-12T02:25:00.002+05:30

baarish ki un boondon main jab,hum wo bheega karte the,har shaam dhale hum uske aanchal,main hi khela karte the.Suraj ki kirano ki wo,kilkariyan jo chubha karti thi,har shaam dhale hum,yoon hi chup kar unko dhoondha karte the.Mann tha tab thoda sa chanchal,thodi hulchul ab bhi si hai,thode hum the pagal tab se,par shayad ab kasar nahi hai.bejaan hai tu,ya hum hi thame hain,anjaan hai tu,ya hum hi

Paper...

2010-06-04T10:50:00.002+05:30

Shiny eyes and made up stars and Roads of ink with cellulose cars running Way -way ahead of each other’s poems I promise I don’t play a part in every Song that I write for you believe That they were never meant to.. Be what they seem They are just born out of none of my Scratching and scribbling and making Boats and planes and frogs and don’t know whatOn and in and out of PAPER… Portraits and

THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN THE COLOR AND THE COLORIST

2010-04-12T14:27:00.002+05:30

hello... heyoo....how are you?... i am big..hain...?haan.. ab main badi ho gayi hun..malum hai main kitne eyash ( years) ki hun..?kitne?ab main five eyash ki hun.. aur maulum hai ab main kitne eyash ki ho jaungi...??kitne? sixb eyash... october mein mera bday hai.. oooh... par wo to abhi door hai.. door kahan hai.. abhi april hai.. phir january aaega.. phir march.. phir august.. phir june.. phir

Dragonfly

2010-02-26T11:07:00.002+05:30

I will never let you downI will always be aroundIn the time we are here We'll see love disappear Don't ask howDon't ask why Just fly, dragonfly.. Just fly, dragonflyI will never bring you downI will always stick aroundI will heat you when you're cold In the time we have left We'll raise eyes to the sky Don't ask how Don't ask why Just fly, dragonfly Just fly, dragonfly Don't ask how Don't ask why

Anwar

2009-12-14T15:33:00.002+05:30

kaash muhabbat masoom na hoti na ye dil dariya hote kaash khudayi bandti yun hikhud hi ham zariya hote anjaam kaash ye cheez na hotiaccha bura phir kya paate sehra to phir bhi milna tha ham doob-doob kar kyun jate

ghost of the unborn

2009-09-24T12:08:00.003+05:30

posting on behalf of m still here.. something that made me cry...(its on female feticide) Peeping through the windows of the world.I see what you cant see.Never been there, n will never be.Never worn a piece, neither tore the peace.Neither m tired, Nor I am worn.You ll never see me,Cos I am the ghost of the unborn.Hatred and fallacy...I ve never seen.I could have been youor may be even me.But

sookha

2009-09-01T12:21:00.003+05:30

its ironical how rain brings alive the spirit of everything...yesterday while it was raining wow... this came out.. for the drought-hit farmer..!mere naino ki khidkiyon par baarishon ke parde chadha do mere andar, mere ghar ke andar roshni aati hai to ehsaas hota hai ki mere bheetar ki chahal pahal gar yun saaf saaf dikhegi to taanta lag jaega jhaankne taakne walon ka mere zehen-e-makaan ki

history and the art of riding a bicycle

2009-08-18T20:16:00.002+05:30

it is always good to remember how we learned to ride a bicycle:it was not by calculating vectors, critical mass, g-force or the ideal speed. it was not by sitting down in front of a teacher and having him explain to us how that two-wheeled vehicle manages to keep moving. it was not because someone said that our bicycle was better than someone else's bicycle, and so we could cycle forth with

chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi..

2009-08-10T10:38:00.004+05:30

chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi..i wake up every morning to the sunshine entering my barsaati from the open door and the window..chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi..accompanied by the melodic grouped sound of all the birds that reside in the jungle besides my neighbourhood. chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi chi..chi chi chi..but today, i woke up to something different... chi

INTEGRITY

2009-07-03T17:18:00.004+05:30

In those days the words “artistic integrity” did not evoke a sneer, as they might now—if not a stare of blank incomprehension. Sometimes I’ll catch myself describing that quality, or its lack, to explain why I don’t admire a certain performer, and realize I might as well be talking to a wall. “Catch myself,” because I should know better by now. Some people—a lot of people—simply don’t get the

bubble

2009-06-06T10:38:00.005+05:30

barsaat ke paani se bante bigadte bulbule mujhko yaad dilate hain wo waqt jo hamne saath guzara tha aur haan phir ye bhi yaad aata hai mujhe hamne koi barsaat saath nahi guzari

u still are what i know u as

2009-04-14T20:21:00.003+05:30

that's o.k.the world makes everyonethatwayeveryonce a whileso i guessu shoudn't take that to heartor mindor soulits just a periodof creativeresti betit'll be good soondo not worryi am sureu still are what i know u as

Moongazing memories

2009-04-05T18:07:00.003+05:30

A superfast Saturday ended in the most unexpected way on a late night outing in the heart of the city. An otherwise crowded Connaught Place was busy with a rare preoccupation — taking a trip up the Milky Way...Young volunteers from S.P.A.C.E (Science Popularisation Association of Communicators and Educators) helped Delhiites celebrate the spirit of the skies with life-size telescopic views of

Roll the Bones

2009-04-01T14:51:00.003+05:30

Well, you can stake that claim --Good work is the key to good fortuneWinners take that praiseLosers seldom take that blameIf they dont take that gameAnd sometimes the winner takes nothingWe draw our own designsBut fortune has to make that frameWe go out in the world and take our chancesFate is just the weight of circumstancesThats the way that lady luck dancesRoll the bonesWhy are we here?..

INDIANNESS

2009-03-23T17:35:00.007+05:30

8 in the morning on a sunday followed by loads and loads of hard work(film making is juicing yourself)...preceded by bits and chunks of reading upon a fantastic book called THE LOST FLAMINGOES OF BOMBAY..(of love living and losing and gaining and just being...just finished reading it...it is marvellous)...and yes coming back to the thing we were doing on sunday...a ride down to the land of love..

as it is

2009-03-03T12:46:00.003+05:30

it has been long i know. never was like this. more than a month has passed since the last scrib. but changing phases...they are the stepping stones to that deck called constant. the past few days have seen me, being honest to death with nothingness...hmmlearning to be the way my sister is...always pure.. paqsaaftrying to get back on the road to poetry, i will be there mirza.. being honest to my

TRANCEport

2009-01-24T13:28:00.003+05:30

It’s a different world. From the either side of the window it is…a different world. Walking the by lane, sitting in your balcony, your car’s windowpane rolled up, from wherever…if you look at a bus, its everything else than what you would want to commute by. And from the side of the window facing the face of your choice, if you look at wherever, it’s a picture that gels your present, past and

WORDS Words words

2009-01-01T14:16:00.009+05:30

my party begins the day i start writing on whateverdrown deep inside walls and,build waters atop...words words wordsroll on the floor with pen and pencil,..fill paper in bottles, and throw it all around the roomand what spreads all over is...words words wordssimplest poems will be will beno matter what i intend to seei am bad at walking on dictionaries,and swimming across the english channelbut

hallucinated in loveville

2008-12-25T11:25:00.006+05:30

there is this small village ..behind the mountains which start from the riverbed....in the land of dew and colored drops..where moonsmile lives peacfully with her friends..the day, the night and the evening. the others there live in their tiny huts made of dreams and soft wishes.dear hmming bird....they call it the supernova on earth..but we in neverland..call it the festival of colors....!there

Now, the commercial crusaders’ attack

2008-12-10T16:12:00.000+05:30

The attack isn’t over yet. First, there were the terrorists. Then, there were our forces, followed by a seething, shouting citizenry and the entire human rights brigade. But well, the wisest were the commercial crusaders, who once again, amid all the unrest, managed to do what they’re best at — making money of it all. Brands got to the job of anti-terrorism advertising, celebrities cashed in on

likhai

2008-11-23T18:43:00.004+05:30

writing hasn't shown her face to me for a while now. i am beginning to miss her. for i so want to be with her. sit down with her on my terrace and watch the sunset. talk of birds and trees and her role in making all this beautiful. i want to tell her about my pigeons of suburbia. she will be so happy to know that me, goodness, lulu and damru have planned a long long vacation with her, and intend

without dreams

2008-10-26T17:55:00.005+05:30

GREENit fills your eyes till you wonder whether the universe has any other colour to offer: there is so much green that it spreads like the great ocean on all sides as far as the eyes can see. although it hurts you to look at it, it is a colour that speaks to you. you wonder what it is about that particular combination of yellow and blue that reminds you of flowers mating. stretching beyond,

DAWN

2008-10-13T19:20:00.005+05:30

was reading an illustration in office today. and came across this..could not resist posting. i wish everyone had seen those pictures. anyways...here are the words The daughter of Heaven has appeared with the light:Young woman in flaming garb,Who reigns on all earthBlessed dawn, shine on us today.At dawn and dusk, . ..the faithful bring to the river offerings of flowers, fruit and tiny oil lamps

शौक है

2008-10-08T11:52:00.000+05:30

रात का शौक हैरात की सौंधी सी खामोशी का शौक हैशौक हैसुबह की रोश्नीबेज़ुबान सुबह की और गुनगुनाती रोशनी का शौक हैशौक हैसन सनी आन्वलों काइश्क के बावलों काबर्फ़ से खेलते बादलों का शौक हैशौक हैकाश ये ज़िन्दगीखेल ही खेल में खो गयी होतीनींद की गोलियों काख्वाब की लोरियों काबेज़ुबान ओस की बोलियों काशौक हैकाश ये ज़िन्दगी अनकहे अनसुने सो गयी होती

A Wednesday and beyond.

2008-09-19T11:59:00.003+05:30

Rajdeep sardesai sheds some light on you, me and our endless wailing."Awesome!" shrieked the young lady in front of me as she munched her popcorn. It was the final scene of the film, A Wednesday, and aam admi turned potential bomber, Naseeruddin Shah was at his histrionic best."If the state simply stands by when we are struck by terror attacks, what do you expect the common man to do? What choice

FLOWER CHILD

2008-09-03T23:33:00.004+05:30

Saturday evening.close to sunset.honking and honking. cars and cars and mad delhiites. a something of a river flowing above danger mark. and swanky malls and honky ways to only malls in farsight(damn i miss my bike).have to meet my sister somewhere amidst this systematic chaos. anyways..i reach and park in the pool of metal on rubbers on so called soil. step in the rush and lose my breath. an

something of...

2008-08-04T01:20:00.005+05:30

out of sheer observance... is born ...this note..! i have observed so much of so much... that some part of it... is now..a part of forever..! i do not wish to sound this way.. but believe me... nothingness makes one go.. poetic..! i can sit and praise nothingness for centuries, and what will continue to come out...is these words, which sound and look the same every time i word them. yes...i

running to stand still

2008-07-25T11:55:00.003+05:30

and she.. went...with...don't know what...took..her away...from..all that was here...was...everything..And so she woke upfrom where she was lying stillSaid we got to do something about where were goingStep on a steam trainStep out of the driving trainMaybe run from the darkness in the night..Singing ha la la la de daySinging ha la la la de daySweet the sinBut the bitter taste in my mouthI see

OH YOU

2008-06-29T15:55:00.005+05:30

for the deep rooted-untouched by the wordly shit-innocent commoner(no..not you internet savy guys..)To bubble with joy is only and all that you do..and the sight of it is as soft as the after the rains-cleansed -white-monsoon-cottoncloud's sight is. Your strings are attached to no one. One can only sit back and watch you from a distance which is near and far enough for the longing eye's

A miss

2008-06-24T21:27:00.007+05:30

I missed the moon and the stars.. a ray of sunlight...or two? i don't exactly remember.. but more than anything, i so missed you, yes.. i have been doing this since..last..august? no not august..november..yes..NOVEMBER..!it's hard to write a poem or a song, when one is missing someone.. and more than that, if you sit down to write one, its harder to rhyme your words. it's like.. pasting that

furqat

2008-06-09T09:37:00.003+05:30

जुदा रखे खुदा तेरी जुदाई सेइश्क क्यों जबरन करूँ तन्हाई सेरौशनी मिटा दे या मुझे मिटा दे परमुझे न काट मेरी परछाई सेतुझे रखूं या तेरी चाह को रखूं खुदासवालों का गहरा रिश्ता है बेवफाई से..

graduation day

2008-06-02T05:52:00.004+05:30

driving onto some unknown destination one day, a friend turned round and said what bothered him the most about life was its purpose. that he was living each day wondering what was it that made him want to push on..that he was on a search..not of identity or gratification but purpose.the next evening i met a stranger standing outside the bakery and we sat down as two friends would over a cup of

Of Acceptance

2008-05-25T20:34:00.001+05:30

Strangely there is something more painful than the hurt itself.It is acceptance. It is the knowledge of that acceptance that however painful it may be, this too shall pass.And in tomorrow's past, today will be another memory lined up on the shelf gathering dust.Where would you be tomorrow, my pretty, prancing in the warm sunshine? or singing of faded memories?

बारिश

2008-05-21T11:48:00.005+05:30

ये बारिश गुनगुनाती थीइसी छत की मुन्डेरों सेये घर की खिड़कियों के कांच परऊँगली से लिख जाती थी संदेसे ..बिलखती रहती है अबबंद रोशन्दानो के पीछेवो क्या किसी मौसम का झोंका था ?जो इस दीवार पर लटकी हुई तसवीरतिरछी कर गया हैगए सावन में ये दीवारें यूं सीली नही थींना जाने इस दफा क्यों इनमेसीलन आ गयी हैदरारें पड़ गयीं हैं और सीलनइस तरह चलती है जैसेखुश्क रुख्सारों परगीले आंसू चलते हैं-गुलज़ार

अठन्नी सी ज़िन्दगी, ये ज़िन्दगी

2008-05-03T10:05:00.004+05:30

कभी चांद की तरह टपकी कभी राह मे पडी पाईअठन्नी सी ज़िन्दगी, ये ज़िन्दगीकभी छींक की तरह खनकी कभी जेब से निकल आईअठन्नी सी ज़िन्दगी, ये ज़िन्दगीकभी चेहरे पे जडी देखी.. कभी मोड पे पडी देखीशीशे के मर्तबानो मे दुकान पे पडी देखीचौकन्नी सी सी ज़िन्दगी, ये ज़िन्दगीतमगे लगाके मिलती है मासूमियत सी खिलती हैकभी फूल हाथ मे लेकर शाखों पे बैठी मिलती हैअठन्नी सी ज़िन्दगी, ये ज़िन्दगी

on creat-ion

2008-04-17T04:15:00.005+05:30

its been a number of months since I've been able to write frankly..its not that the life has lost its charm today..its not even that the mundane existence of the everyday running around provides any less fodder..its not even about moods n the jazz..strangely it's because there was too much to choose from....sharing woes or victories, laments or opinionated liners..movie binges or cryptic essays..

i was telling her about neverland

2008-04-14T19:02:00.007+05:30

It’s a beautiful place..I’ll take you there someday,all your smiles along with..your true wishes and sister fairies,are placed safelyon the tree of your happiness!..It’s a bit far from my parkbut that’s ok...!We'll walk when the crimson sun sets...its easy then, chirping birds, singing all the poemsyou never wrote....flowers falling right at the startof your sight..!And crystal blue waterin

half the world

2008-04-01T07:58:00.003+05:30

Half the world hatesWhat half the world does every dayHalf the world waitsWhile half gets on with it anywayHalf the world livesHalf the world makesHalf the world givesWhile the other half takesHalf the world is..Half the world wasHalf the world thinksWhile the other half doesHalf the world talksWith half a mind on what they sayHalf the world walksWith half a mind to run awayHalf the world

moonsmile

2008-03-14T00:55:00.004+05:30

the painter on seeing the quiet hmming bird...painter : "hey ..u...u aint humming today...? what happened? look at everywhere...everything is at a standstill..."hmming bird: ":( i don't know...i am not able to breathe this artificial air...oh..it's..so....horrible?"painter: "oh cmon....don't give me the inverted moon :( smile na....like u do..like moonsmile did...:)"hmming bird: "moonsmile....

in sight of...in spite of..

2008-03-01T12:19:00.009+05:30

i was searching for the right words to begin this post...'a good- out of my magic wand phrase -type thing'....but i am not able to find anything.... :( .well...that does not seem so important to me at this moment...what is important here is that i have begun with this...and if i go ahead and complete this post..i might finally get to sleep easy tonight.yes..i have been sleeping uneasy for so long

in sight of...in spite of..

2008-02-17T09:17:00.004+05:30

fading innocencefalling dropsfighting childrenfever cropsfear foreverfreedom toofix the worldfor the worldis you ...... to be continued

Strong in silence

2008-02-03T21:07:00.000+05:30

It’s the peace when you feel everything in the world’s fine. It’s the joy when the sunshine wakes you up at nine.The first drops of rain, the last drops of dewMoments of carefree laughter, a luxury to fewA forever evening, lost in space and timeA tryst with the soul on the terraceThanks to the wind and the chime .. Days gone nutsNights woken by Nostalgia I detest, and how I hate to sigh!A

rainchild

2008-01-20T22:09:00.000+05:30

a look to the sky and back on clouds...my grounds are filled with something weti lie on mist and gazes of greenyour solids...my liquids have never metyour young ones when they jump with joy..they tear the pages of something bluewhich you believe is the only one..and that is keeping me from you..i shrink along with cotton cloudsas a consequence of something bigwhich was once very small to pourand

अपना अपना आसमान

2008-01-04T22:07:00.000+05:30

31 दिसम्बर की रात..जब तकरीबन आप सारे ही जश्न मनाने में या जश्न मनाने कि कोशिश में लगे हुए थे..उसी रात 8 साल का सोमू भी जश्न मनाने कि कोशिश कर रहा था..इसलिये नहीं की नया साल आने वाला था..बल्कि इसलिये की उस शाम उसकी छोटी बहन मुन्नी ने उसके बिस्तर के ठीक उपर वाला छप्पर का वो हिस्सा जो उसे सुनसान सा लगता था....गहरे नीले रंग के कागज़ी सितारे अट्का कर -सजा दिया था। दो-चार दिन पहले सोमू को वो छप्पर

ओस

2007-12-26T15:17:00.000+05:30

dewdrops is two years old today...wishing it a very happy bday..!may it's spirit be the same as it has been.and all four of us here thank you all readers and fellow bloggers...for all your kind,warm..beautiful words...THANK YOU...! THE WORDS....THEY STILL FALL LIKE DEW.AND WILL KEEP ON FALLING...SOME FOR US..ALL FOR YOU..AND FOR A BDAY POST...COULDN FIND ANYTHING OTHER THAN THIS..!चौक से चलकर,

CoNJuGatiOn

2007-12-15T00:47:00.000+05:30

emBRaCinG;OverWHelMING..thE DaRKness SO sOOTHing...touches the light within,...engulfing it in itself..drinking every drop of itthe darkness turns light itselfnot to dimnot to benightbut to keep it vivid and bright...drinking the darknesseating the lightstanding on the brink of day and night....Burning the self,for churning the light.enwrapping the selffor hiding the sight,of whats that is

Waking on a Weekend

2007-12-10T17:45:00.000+05:30

An eager squirrel peeping into a numb, quiet officeA funny ping from an almost strangerA scrumptious bite of brown rasgullas at ISKCON,..light with the flavor of honeyLeafing through old paper cuttings put aside to chew onShopping for breezy summer skirts in freezing DecemberFeeding fighting beggar kidsAn afternoon daze in heavy smoke and honkingA snow-white baby sleeping peacefully against the

नज़र

2007-12-02T18:42:00.000+05:30

जब भी नज़र उठा कर देखा हैहमने खुद को झुकाकर देखा हैकाश बन जाऊँ नज़र मैं उनकी..खुद ही कि नज़रों से गर देखातो भला क्या देखा हैखुदी की बुलंदी ही क्यों रखे मायने खुदाखुदा वो कहते हैं खुद में--तुझमे हमने देखा है ।

Ablaze

2007-11-22T23:28:00.001+05:30

...she covers herselfwith the blanket of darknessrevealing herselfto the airy ablaze.with the cold seeping in..she caresses himwith the tender touchabrasive sometimeswails of nightfall to her earswith the sound of laughterthat give her a cheersome sell some fight,n some just burnto see the winter day's light.but he sits therefar from the dayfar from the night,he, who dosen't burn mid-night lampor

the painter and the humming bird

2007-11-16T03:52:00.000+05:30

she flaps her wings..and drops a featherhe picks it up and..dips it in beigeshe flies above..he paints below..a whispered prayer..and a painted skyto lie on grass..and watch her glidehis wishes n colors..on canvas abideand just as he runs out..of a brush to paintshe comes to ground..and flaps her wingsdrops a feather..and flies again.

फिर रात तवे पर है..

2007-11-13T00:23:00.000+05:30

फिर रात तवे पर है औरचांद का उपला हैकुछ तारे झोंकेंगे औरयाद जलायेंगेइक ख्वाहिश बेलेंगे औरख्वाब पकायेंगे..और इक खयाल की सजी हुईथाली में खायेंगेऔर जब भूखी नीयत मन कागला सुखा देगीतब आंखों की प्याली में थोडीनींद उडेलेंगेऔर पलक से सारे ख्वाब छानकरकच्ची पी लेंगे

ज़बान की बात

2007-11-06T12:05:00.000+05:30

ज़बान की बात सुने हर कोईदिल के दर्द को जाने कौनआवाज़ों के बाज़ारों मेंखामोशी पहचाने कौनसदियों-सदियों वही तमाशा..रस्ता-रस्ता लम्बी खोजलेकिन जब हम मिल जाते हैंखो जाता है जाने कौनजाने क्या-क्या बोल रहा थारिश्ते, प्यार, किताबें खूनकल मेरी नींदों में छुपकरजाग रहा था जाने कौनमै उसकी परछाई हूं यावो मेरा आईना हैमेरे ही घर मे रहता हैमेरे जैसा जाने कौन-निदा फ़ज़ली

Hallucinations

2007-11-04T20:49:00.000+05:30

Of love, living and losingsweet dreams that descended on that terraceand seem far away now..A staircase to heavenwhere every step wobbles with uncertaintyA path clear from the light of faithyet hazy with hallucinations

STAND HERE WITH ME

2007-10-25T21:18:00.000+05:30

You always reached out to meand helped me believeAll those memories we shareI will cherish every one of themThe truth of it isthere's a right way to liveAnd you showed me ..now you live onin the words of a songYou're a melody*'Cause you stand here with meJust when fear blinded meyou taught me to dreamI'll give you everything I am,and still fall short ofWhat you've done for meIn this life, that I

चकत

2007-10-12T03:29:00.000+05:30

वो बादल की परछाई परजाने क्या रंगना चाहता हैअभी तो वो बरसा भी नहीसूरज भी अभी तो आधा हैउसे मना मना थक गया ज़हन..वो दिल पे रहम क्यों खाता है?उसकी भी गलती नही परसोचा कुछ ज़्यादा ही हैभले बुझ गयी लौ-खयाल परऐसा तो होता ही हैआते-जाते इक्का-दुक्काझोंका रौशन कर जाता हैकमबख्त मुहब्बत बेपरवाह औररोज़ नसीहत लेती है परजला दी हों आंखे तोऐसा-वैसा नज़र क्या आता है?सूखे में भी उसको लेकिनआंसू इक-आद ज़ियादा हैउसी में

echoes

2007-10-10T00:15:00.000+05:30

what hurts is not the past, but the remembering how happy it was, sometimes happiness hurts..especially wen u look at it wit sepia-tinted lenses from a time far away..maybe today has no relation with the yesterday, maybe there is no reason to cry and maybe not enough reason to rejoice but i dont even know how the heart had maneuvered its way across those dingy dark alleys of the mind, that seemed

Chucking Chak De

2007-10-09T16:22:00.001+05:30

Although the movie seems to have worked magic for the Indian sporting scenario (cricket, chess, hockey et al), it's time we stopped using the now done-do-death phrase that rules our news reports and lives. It is time to put 'Chak De' to rest. Thankfully, a mail doing the rounds at office shows that Yash Raj Films agrees!.."Dear All,Pls note that the free period of using 'Chak de' from the film

The Three Step Theory

2007-10-08T13:12:00.001+05:30

I don't know if it really makes sense, but when I try to analyze, I find that I can broadly classify my states of mind in three categories- Consume, Create and Contemplate. Either I wish to read/watch/listen, observe and absorb as much as I can, or I wish to express, if not just let my thoughts wander aimlessly, yet reaching a certain conclusion that is sometimes too premature to even explain to

uninvited

2007-10-01T09:52:00.000+05:30

Like anyone would beI am flattered by your fascination with meLike any hot blooded womanI have simply wanted an object to crave..But you-you are not allowedYou're uninvitedAn unfortunate slightMust be strangely excitingTo watch the stoic squirmMust be somewhat hearteningTo watch shepard meet shepardBut you-you are not allowedYou're uninvitedAn unfortunate slightLike any uncharted territoryI must

Chak de!!!

2007-09-25T03:47:00.000+05:30

The flavours of true India are always 3 : Cricket, Bollywood n Cricket. I too, was a cheering, hyper- nervous, nail- biting fan today . Yup, i can talk for hours about cricket, the Yoo-hoo match today, the Twenty20, the intricacies of the spin of balls, Yuvraj's form, the men in green and the Aussies..aah! that was another brilliant match. A recent study declared Indian youth to be the happiest

बरसाती

2007-09-18T22:21:00.000+05:30

महका क्यों बरसता पानी रेकह गया नई पुरानी रेबरसी क्यों थी कहानी रेऔर वो भी बेमानी रे( बेमानी-meaningless)बैठी है बेगानी रे पकड़े वो पेशानी रे( पेशानी-forehead)सब खाक में आनी जानी रेरह गयी यार-निशानी रेकुछ और समझ के मानी रेफिर कुछ और बतानी रेएक अरसे से वो सुना रहीएक अरसा और सुनानी रे..

The Alchemist speaks

2007-09-11T14:07:00.000+05:30

I got to interview my favorite author, Paulo Coelho. Thought I'd share it with you...http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Writing_helped_me_connect_with_my_soul_Paulo_Coelho/articleshow/2357638.cms

COLORBLIND

2007-09-09T22:11:00.000+05:30

red, green or blue depends on how he first saw youpink, black or white he might be wrong, he might be rightpurple, yellow, maroonhe may not see the colors soonhe took your love..left all behindthat's what made him colorblind.

कई बार यूं होता है..

2007-08-28T22:57:00.000+05:30

..कई बार यूं होता है ...हम एक लम्हा जीते रह जाते हैं लेकिन वो लम्हा दम तोड़ देता है....ना जाने क्यों?....मौत इंसानों तक ही सीमित नही..मौत लम्हों को भी आती है..और जब आती है तो यूं आती है जैसे उजड़े हुए किसी गाँव पर उफनती हुई बाढ़...यूं तो वहाँ कोई भी नही रहता पर कुछ एक नामोनिशान जो रहे सहे हैं वो भी बह जाते हैं...और सीधा चलता बाढ़ का पानी बस गर्दन तिरछी करके ये कहता हुआ गुज़र जाता है.."कभी मुझे

View from a telescope

2007-08-23T23:06:00.000+05:30

I was watching “superman returns” the other day. Needless to say, going goo-goo ga-ga n all drooling over the fine boy-doll in the lead, and a thought just struck me, as all thoughts do, at inopportune n least expected moments of how the concept of the boy-doll has all but taken over the industry and our society by storm. I remembered “X-men, the Last Stand” and how it had that brief but very

THE SPIRIT OF RADIO

2007-08-22T18:36:00.000+05:30

Begin the day with a friendly voiceA companion unobtrusivePlays such a song that's so elusiveAnd the magic music makes your morning mood..Off on your way, hit the open roadThere is magic at your fingersFor the Spirit ever lingersUndemanding contact in your happy solitudeInvisible airwaves crackle with lifeBright antennae bristle with the energyEmotional feedback on timeless wavelengthBearing a

"Kalam ka kalam, torch ka torch"*

2007-08-16T13:54:00.000+05:30

He boarded the packed bus at the Central Secretariat, cared nothing for the stuffiness, odor or frequent jerks, or for the non-interested commuters, and started mechanically with these lines, probably uttered over a thousand times since morning. A bagful of local ‘torch pens’ is not exactly a favorite with daily passengers of a Blueline, and by the way this salesman walked... the aisle (without

Colors of Patriotism

2007-08-16T12:32:00.000+05:30

On the fourteenth of August, since about eight thirty in the morning, I unconsciously started observing people (pedestrians, those driving down, bicycles and motorbike riders, rag pickers et al) to see if anyone was wearing patriotism on his/her sleeve (or anywhere else)...A few observations:Except for a few cars with tiny flags on the dashboards and a few buses with paper flags stuck on the

बिन 'फैज़' के

2007-08-15T21:17:00.000+05:30

Faiz Ahmed Faiz was born in 1911 at Sialkot and was educated at Lahore, where he studied English literature and philosophy. He began his career as a lecturer in English at Amritsar. After the second World War, he turned to journalism and distinguished himself as the editor of The Pakistan Times. He was....Faiz Ahmed Faiz was born in 1911 at Sialkot and was educated at Lahore, where he studied

beautiful

2007-07-31T17:11:00.000+05:30

beautiful fences imaginationno superficial lieyou smile equally beautifulas beautiful you crybeautiful knows when to hidealso when to show....sometimes what flies is beautifulsometimes what creeps belowbeautiful depends on youand does not as wellit flows from the river andalso from the penbeautiful it faces the visionalso faces your eyeswhatever reflects beautifulwhatever beautifiesyou towards

Flesh in the Ink Pot

2007-07-10T11:16:00.000+05:30

Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina is an exemplary classic no doubt. And so are the words on its back cover. Something that he says about writing as a profession and something I’d always want to remember.“One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one’s flesh in the ink-pot each time one dips one’s pen.I always write in the morning. I was pleased to hear lately that Rousseau too, after he got up in

dreamline

2007-07-07T19:49:00.000+05:30

Hes got a road map of jupiterA radar fix on the starsAll along the highwayShes got a liquid-crystal compassA picture book of the riversUnder the sahara..They travel in the time of the prophetsOn a desert highway straight to the heart of the sunLike lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyoneWere only at home when were on the runOn the runHes got a star map of hollywoodA list of cheap

WaKe Up...

2007-06-17T01:48:00.000+05:30

"I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great

...

2007-06-17T01:42:00.001+05:30

दुनिया की इस भीड़ मे क्यों चिल्लातीं है ये खामोशियाँ हर उस अगले मोड़ पेक्यों ठग लेतीं हैं नादानियाँजो देखूं उस हँसते चेहेरे को जो हँसता तो है परहोती है उसमे परेशानियाँलिखता हूँ मैं अपनी किस्मत ना जानूं मैं उन लकीरों कोंजिन पे चलते हैं लोगपकड़े अपनी जंजीरों कोंज़ख्म को कुरेदा मैंने अपना दर्द मिटाने के लिएअपनों कों ही छोड़ा मैंने अपना बनाने के लिएअब चलता हूँ इन राहों में तनहा एकदम सुनता हूँ उन

फनकार

2007-06-10T20:46:00.000+05:30

उधर वो कूड़े के ढ़ेर में खाना यूँ ढूँढ रही थी इधर वो हैरानी कलम से कागज़ पर यूं घिसे जा रहा था उसकी भूख से शायद इसकी कलम का पेट यूं भर रहा था मेरी मुहँ बोली बहन कहा करती हैफनकार आम आदमियों से कहीँ बढकर होते हैंउनमे शरीक नही होतेशायद...सच ही कहा करती है

My Dwellings in Likelihood

2007-06-01T15:33:00.000+05:30

Lately, I’ve started using the word ‘probably’ too much. And I hate that. Even if I’m almost sure of something (note again, ‘almost’ sure), I say “Most Probably” instead of using a definite, confident tone. Its quite sad, the way I can never be sure of what I’m saying because it involves others whose words can seldom be trusted. And this is all that happens,

And the Bluebird sings...

2007-04-28T15:02:00.000+05:30

Today at 11:24 pm, Friday night, April 28th, 2007, am sitting at the edge of my bed, writing a song.No, not a song as you would call it, a song that is the music that pervades the soul; thoughts that glide in and out just like the cool breeze that flows over the vast oceans. Thoughts of nothingness and yet everything. Thoughts of me, of those around me, the things that surround my being, that

सीखने की ज़िद मे

2007-04-25T16:47:00.000+05:30

सीखने की ज़िद मे तो बस सीखते ही रह गएसीखना भी कभी सीख पायेंगे क्याजो नहीं है वही दिखाई देता है बसउसे दिखला भी दें पर दिखलायेंगे क्याघर हमारा गर्द में और कहकशां पर नूर हैन जलायें जो दिल तो जलायेंगे क्याख्वाब है या सच है या फिर ख्वाब का ही इल्म हैखुलेंगी आंखे तो कह पायेंगे क्याबेकरारी में "लल्लन" खुद से पूछा है बार बारवो पूछेंगे क्या और हम बतलायेंगे क्या

see the sun

2007-04-07T00:25:00.000+05:30

she woke up that morning to hear the sun rise..that song..'see the sun' was being played when she woke up.everything happens for a reason she believed. with songs too?are most of them played at the right time? what about this one? "see the sun"..uhh uhmm..aah..forget it ! newspaper...the very first thing for her in the morning.walked a couple of steps,grabbed the bundle and scratching her scalp

वो दोनो

2007-03-25T15:15:00.000+05:30

एक वो है कि रोते हुए थकता ही नहीऔर एक ये है कि बस उसे रोता देखे जाए हैतगाफ़ुल की ओट में छुपते नही आंसूगीला मुखौटा सूखने में देर लगाए है(तगाफ़ुल - ignorance, मुखौटा - mask)चुप्पी की बारिश में भला क्या वो भीगेंगेगिरती नहीं है बूंद कि हवा हो जाए हैदर्द देखो किसका और निजात पाए कौनजल रही है लौ और मोम पिघला जाए है(निजात - salvation, लौ - flame, मोम - wax)धुंधला सा दिख रहा है दोनो को आजकलजो लब से ना निकले

किराएदार

2007-03-17T23:39:00.000+05:30

टूटी फूटी दीवारों से अशार लगा चूना झड रहा थाऔर छत पे चिपके कागज़ के टुकडे भी ज़ार ज़ार थेरोशनी का नाम-ओ-निशान ना थारोशनदानों पर... स्याही बुरी तरह फैल गयी थीकुछ पुरानी नज़्मों के जाले जाने कब से कोनों से लगे हुए थेखुदा का किराएदार वो गरीब शायर शायदकिराया नही चुका पाया हैअब सुनते हैं कुछ ही दिन मेंमकान खाली कर देगा

तुम थे रुके हुए

2007-03-11T10:40:00.000+05:30

तुम थे रुके हुए तो चुप्पी थी हम चलते तो गुफ़्त-गू होती (chuppi - silence, guftagoo - conversation)तुमसे थी कुछ भी न थीहमसे होती तो यूं होतीचली जो तुमसे थी सर्द हवाहमसे होती तो लू होतीतुम्हे ही बदि--ओ--खुशी का इल्म..हमसे होती बस बू होती(badi - bad, boo - smell, ilm - realisation)तेरे लव्ज़ तू दोनो जहांहोती इतनी तो रहमत होती(lavz - words, rehmat - grace) दरिया को जायें के मिले सुरखाबसिम्त--ए--दरिया