Dastak

aaj toh dil ka darwaza khol de
ek arse ke baad aaj andar aane de

yaad, tumhari hi dastak ka intezaar tha
tum aaogi, poora poora aitbaar tha

aaj tujhse teri haalat ka hisaab lena hai
ek arse ke baad aaj jawaab dena hai

yaad, mera ek sandesa le ke jana hai
khush rehna, bus itna hi kehna hai

False my life
False is the strife

False my action
False is the reaction

False my want
False is the wont

False my love
False The One above?


P.S.: No I do not doubt The One. Not again, yet! The question is for you :)

Winter Sun

Spread the warmth in my life
The winter sun.
Smile, for that blesses me
Smile, for I need to smile too.

Come, let's walk together
Come, take me, take me away
To a land where
Sunshine is the only way

Missed you have been, winter sun
For the icy pathways of life
And the chilly winds alone
Have had me numbly frozen

Zindagi (Life)

Kal ki hi sab baat lagti hai jab
Zindagi thi, mai zinda tha tab

Kisi ki muskurahaton se hi
Zindagi thi, mai muskurata tha tab

Kal hi tanhai mei yaad ayee jo, woh
Zindagi thi, mai aabaad tha tab

Woh saath-saath mei chalti hui
Zindagi thi, mai zinda tha tab

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It all seems like yesterday when
Life existed, I was alive then

Someone's smile was the reason
Life existed, I used to smile then

Yesterday, the memory in the solitude
Was life, I used to be befriended then

What used to walk along with me
Was life, I was alive then

Freedom

Paani ki tarah beh jaane do mujhe
ki aazaadi ka doosra naam hoon main
roko mat, rokne ki koshish mat karo
chalte chale jaane ka hi ek naam hoon main
apna raasta khud dhoond nikalne ki
aadat si ho gayee hai mujhe
baandhon mein padha sadhne lagta hoon
haathon ki ungliyon se bhi nikal jaata hoon

(Like the water, let me flow away
For I am the other name of freedom
Don't stop me, don't try to stop me
I am the other name of going on
Finding my own way has become
More like a habit to me
I start rotting in dams
I escape from between fingers as well)

What an irony!!!

Song of the moment: Jaane kya chahe mann, bawara, ankhiyan mere saawan chala ...

Freedom

It is pathetic that, we, the inhabitants of this world, complain about not being free, where we are the ones who cover ourselves behind layers and layers of bondage, and continue to be bound... As I always say, we can, most often than not, choose. We choose worldly responsibilities, societal norms, over what's more important ... and as a result, suffer restraint. Sadly, I am one of this world as well...

It does not count whether the blue colored dress suits me more than the pink one; it doesn't matter what my neighbour would think if I have children that do not get married at "the right age"; it doesn't matter whether I loved and lost, or whether I loved again; it doesn't matter whether I cleared the GMAT test because my mum wanted me to. All that matters in this world is - AM I HAPPY DOING WHAT I AM?

Don't do unto others what you want them to do to you. STOP expecting. Do unto others entirely as you want to do with them. The book Illusions by Richard Bach gives a beautiful, very beautiful example of this. I'd recommend this book for anyone who's really looking at breaking free.

Another powerful and extremely well done book about following what you need to do most is The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coelho.

But I will be free, someday.

I strive for the day I would be free,
With not a soul to answer
With not a question in mind
With no hunger for love
And with no reasons, no pain

I will be the answer, the enigma
I will be free, someday

Incomplete

A bird without a nest
A success without a test

A glass without water
A talk without laughter

A symbol without a meaning
A magic show without cheating

Ah! what a paired world
And what a symmetric existence...

Nasha

abhi tak hoon choor main
ye kaisa nasha hai
utarne ka jo naam nahi leta

kabhi achcha lagta hai, kabhi bura
ye kaisa nasha hai
asar hi jiska samajh mei na aaya

dhundli deewarein dhundle darwaze
dhundli manzil dhundle hi raaste
dagmagaye ja rahi hoon main
kahin hai is nashe ka ilaaj yaaron
kya koi haqeem koi marham
koi haqeeqat, koi sa bhi barham...



Not-up-to-the-mark Translation:

I am still drunk
What kind of an effect is this
Which doesn't get off you

Sometimes it feels good, sometimes bad,
What kind of an effect is this
The after-effects of which are not understandable

Blurry windows blurry doors,
Blurry destination and blurry ways,
I keep on faltering
Is there a treatment for this drunkenness friends
Is there some doctor some medicine
Is there some reality, or any kind of false belief...

I am missing people

I do not want to go to work tomorrow - nothing unusual about that. I am feeling low - nothing unusual about that too. I am missing tons of people in my life, at this very same moment. I do not think I wish to name all of them.

I so wish to talk to old friends, get in touch with them, find out what waters they are sailing in... I am not doing so for the fear of being questioned... "How's life treating you?"
Well... Period.

It is the awkwardness of that period and the silence after that period that seizes my want.

It's a lonely life, they tell me. And they tell me the truth. Can I bear the weight of loneliness on my frail shoulders? Time, someday, will tell. It's a long life, they tell me, no one can travel the journey alone. I do see a satire, a pun, an irony in there! There are two things - with and without, with referring to not lonely, without referring to lonely.

Rahul, Satish and Shaks are gone as well... Shr isn't here either. Someday, I will not be here too.

us musafir se poocha tha maine
jis raah jaana na tha, uska pata diya mujhe
main bhatak gayee, kho gayee thi
meri duniya hi tabaah ho gayee thi

raste se bhi poocha tha maine
kya koi guzara tha aaj yahan se
jhoot bolna usko bhi khoob aa gaya
bola arsa hua, koi yaha se jab gaya

Bluffers Park - 11 May 2008

This was the place where I spent my weekend. Not as alone as I could have wanted to be, and not as accompanied as I would have wished to be.



It was colder than we thought it would be. Nevertheless, it didn't stop us from going near the scintillating waters of the Bluffers Park. The waves were serenading, and the wind was excited. Go take a look for urself!

The best part was the waves coming and hitting the rocks. And I was so close to the phenomenon - it often felt like the water from the wave would splash on me as well. I simply loved it.

I call to thee
Make me free
Free like thyself
Far from filth
Far from the corrupted crowd

I call to thee
Make me fresh
Like thyself
After injury on injury
From the unfeeling rocks

I wish...

Lose Control!!

Let life take its own course
Let it walk now
Stop holding its hands
It ain't a child any more -
It learns - from mistakes
It trips, but well, moves on
Lose control...




Feel the fresh morning dew
And watch the serene sunset
Experience the horizons
Of hopes and faraway futures
Lose control...


Want not and care not
For the world is a lot, yes lot
better otherwise
Love not and be loved not
For that's none but dangerous
Whatever it be, do not forget to
Lose control...



Let the tear drop fall
Let the pain walk out of life
Smile, reason or none
But over and above all
Lose control...