Journey to soul

“हमारी मुहब्बत में ना तो सुरुर था ना शबाब

वो अपने ख्वाबों की मल्लिका और हम अपने जहाँ के नवाब “

“मनाना तो हमने भी चाहा मगर दिल को आदत नहीं थी

जिंदगी की धूप में छांव ढूंढने की बस चाहत नहीं थी “

जिंदगी से तेरी ठन चुकी है

उम्मीदों के तिनको पर अब भी तु खङी है

है हौसले बुलंद तेरे,रास्ते हो चाहे कितने भी अंधेरे

मंजिलों को मुकम्मल करने का हौंसला आफजाया है

फिर भी ना जाने क्यों आज जी जरा घबराया है

एक नयी मंजिल एक नया रास्ता जो आया है ।।

Class is the new caste!

टिमटिमाते तारों के बीच अकेला बैठा था, लेकर उपवन की आंधी दिल में समेटा था

क्या खोया क्या पाया यह सोचने का समय अब निकल चुका था, अपने आए अश्रु लेकर ,,हाय मैं उन्हे अपने सपने भी ना कह सका था

मेरी धङकनो की आहट अब आहिस्ता हो चली थी

जी भर के मैं न रो सका था, किसी अपने को गले लगा ना सका था

द्वेष,ईषृया और ग्लानि में, मैं अपने जीवन को ना तौल सका

कुछ यादें जीवन की ना मैं किसी से बोल सका

खुश रहना मेरा दिखावा था, भीतर मैं ग्लानियो को दबाता था

गल्तियां जो हो गई जीवन में,अब मैं पछताया था ।

वह धूप भी ना मुझको याद रही जो कभी सुहानी लगती थी

और यौवन ढलते ही जो काटने दौड़ती थी

कटी पतंगो को जोड़ने की कोशिश फिर भी मेरी थी

मेरी ख्वाइशों के बोझ तले मेरी दुनिया ही अंधेरी थी ।।

Last night I was not feeling well. My emotional calmness was distorted by unusual oscillations prompting innerself to dilute my hope into fluids of distress,pain,despair. It was not a normal fever but tides of burning ashes intensified with a mixture of grief and anger. Next morning ignoring the vague thoughts, I just clinged the bag and rushed to catch a bus for Delhi. There was a hustle and bustle in the bus causing more frustration and developing intense emotions of giving up. So I decided to ignore the situation temporarily and started looking outside the window. Soon my destination arrived and I hurriedly got out of bus and walked towards my hostel. As I was crossing the road, I came across an old man who rushed towards me. With teary eyed and helpless voice he begged for a pair of slippers. I can clearly see his wounded feet making him uncomfortable in the extreme summer of June. My mind got stuck by seeing his pathetic condition due to bitterness of tough and extreme conditions of life. I lend my slippers unknowingly the fact that how would I manage. The old person asked me surprisingly…beta “how will you go”??

I smiled and moved from there by saying please take care of yourself. The hunger for life forced him to wear them . Tonnes of blessings I received.

As I was walking towards my hostel my innerself was evoked by thinking about harsh realities of life, which people undergo through to survive. Temporary disappointment of life stands nowhere in the arena of the struggle that a poor man do to fight for his existence. Few meters seemed to me thousands of miles. My heart melted with footsteps. I couldn’t rush to my destination or may be I was being tough. To relate that agony I started counting my steps. Although I knew I won’t be satisfied…!! I was wondering how we bow down with difficulties ,how we start cursing our destiny for not having comfortable life or may be we never felt this heat..we never tried to step there or may be we are ignorant and we do not care. Because life is going on and we have so many deeds so many difficulties and so many pair of beautiful slippers… we are not being inhumane but just ignorant! Ahh I was at my destination not only hostel but somewhere other too…mind equipped into some other thought and life too…..!!

“Racism is when you look at the mirror and apply some fairness cream” 🤪

“बाहर मौसम बहुत सुहाना हो चला था

शायद रात भर बारिश हुई थी

मगर खुश ना तो हम थे ना वो

उनके पास छत नहीं थी वो रात भर भीगते रहे

और हमारे बंद कमरे और छत ने मौसम का अहसास ही नहीं होने दिया “