Saturday, November 29, 2014

Waqt ke tehkhaane mein....
























वक़्त के तहखाने में ,

सन्दूक यादों के रखती हूँ।

कुछ में खुशियाँ , कुछ में गम ,

कुछ में सपने  रखती हूँ।



जब चाहूँ तो खोल इन्हें,

इक टुकड़ा मैं उठाती हूँ।

उस पे लिखा नाम तेरा

भीगी आँखों से पढ़ती हूँ।

फिर मुस्काके वो टुकड़ा

मैं वापस उसमें रखती हूँ।



खामोश निगाहों के दामन से ,

सपनों को मैं ढकती हूँ।

जाने कब गुम  जायें ये

इन्हें खोने से मैं डरती हूँ।



 इक टुकड़ा हँसी का,

आज भी खिलखिलाता है।

 जब खोलूँ वो पाती,

तो याद तुम्हारी दिलाता है।



लफ़्ज़ों में भी जैसे तुम्हारी

आवाज़ सुनाई देती हो।

कभी कभी तो ऐसा लगे 

तुम यहीं कहीं मेरे पास हो।

हर लम्हा मैं तनहा ,

फिर भी जैसे तुम साथ हो।



इक टुकड़ा आंसुओं में,

हरदम भीगा रहता है।

सीधे सादे आधे वादे ,

 चुभते मन के कोने में।

नींदें छोड़ जो सपने देखे,

खुली हुई उन आँखों से।

आज भी मैं उन सपनों को 

लगी हुई सुलझाने में।





फिर हँसकर उन यादों को ,

दफ़न कर मैं आती हूँ।

वक़्त के तहखाने में,

संदूक यादों के रखती हूँ।

 





















Thursday, November 27, 2014

My Lost Diary




























Found my lost diary,

Today in a treasure hunt.

Like a ray of dawn,

It emerged like a song.





Like an orphan it lay,

Helpless in the corner, 

Waiting with expecting eyes,

For someone to hold over.





The cover had a sad face,

Which shined on seeing me.

I held it up to my heart,

Like I found a Friend at last.



Like in a chilly weather,

I felt a warming hug.

I took it in my hands,

And recalled my silent charms.







A child in me,

So happy to be.

With that diary,

Like a humming bee.





I opened it with care,

Touched it gently, being aware.

It was years back, I lost,

But vowed to find it at any cost.





My memories remained ...

In the words I crafted....

Those little words

With silly secret meanings.



My day long journeys

My dreams of nights

My emotions, my devotions

My crushes, my infatuations

My confusions, my confessions,

My assumptions, my confirmations,

My tales, my nightmares

My admirations, my stupid exaggerations,

And everything .....

From something to nothing

And then, from nothing to something...





Pages of my childhood dreams,

Calling my eyes to cherish.

Again and again to laugh,

At those innocent spelling mistakes.



Just a graph to show How I went through,

And where I had come.

How it started one day

And so many moments after that,

Locked in those words on those pages....





Wednesday, November 26, 2014

I Am Like A Storm...




Don't call me A crowd of thoughts,

For I am like a Storm.....





A Woman I am, of love and care,

Till you provoke my devil form.



I am a STORM......



A Storm that awakens

The Fear you hide.



A Storm that burns

The Passion inside.



A Storm that stirs,

The Emotions of Life.



The Storm that ignites

The Fire to Fight.



A Storm that swells

The Bursting Revenge



A Storm that destroys

The Peace of the Quiet.



A Storm that weakens

Your Inner Strength



A Storm that precedes any Hope.

Hope that follows after I go....





A Storm that challenges

Your mighty height.



A Storm that chills

Your ego inside.



A Storm that suppresses

The flight of hunger.



A Storm that defeats

By the power of Thunder.



 A Storm that outshines

Craze and Wonder.



A Storm that Conspires

With Darkness to Surrender.



A Storm that plays

With thoughts of minds



A Storm that holds

The Secrets of Times



A Storm that heals

The Burning sores



A Storm that deals

With worries and woes



A Storm that's not

What you'll like.



A Storm that's hard

To stop Downright.



A Storm that'll make

Your eyes go wide.



A Storm that's Me

And all Mine.



A Storm that's Me

And arouse only I...







 







Monday, November 17, 2014

What a Lovely Day





What a lovely day,

Squirrels climbing,

Sun smiling,

Birds singing,

Winds rustling,

Leaves falling,

Flowers blooming,

Butterflies fluttering,

Kids laughing,

Me smiling....

What a lovely day.....





Fresh new air,

Sky so clear,

Warm sunlight,

Feeling Alive,

Just in time,

Recovering after,

The Sleepy night,

Lazy eyes, opening wide,

Just to hug,

The dawny light...





The holy messenger,

Sun to remember..

When Autumn's around,

A chill to be found.

With dry leaves falling

Giving way to the new ones rolling,

Filling spaces with Hopes...

Hopes of a New Beginning.

That's what Life is.....

A new Hope,

A new Morning,

A New Challenge to face

And win a new Everest...


Monday, November 10, 2014

Some Books .........














Some books lying on my table,

Opened up to hug my eyes.

But I moved away and ignored,

Their crying words for a while....



They were calling hard,

I kept quiet.....

acting not to hear them weep.

They chose to sing,

They chose to recite,

The lovely themes that could ever be.



Then there was a giggle,

I turned to read the riddle.





The sudden gush of wind made them

Flutter like the butterflies.

And some of them even tried

To fly away in the night.





I got back to them,

Holding them close to my side.

Some gripped me hard,

Some chose to jump aside.





On the floor, some lay

With open arms like a child.

I could see tears in those eyes,

Waving hands from side to side.





I hugged them tight,

To make them feel light.

It was a delight ,

To have them in my sight





Mornings with them,

And ending nights.

Some played with my mind,

Some played with my eyes.





Some turned away

Looking at other side.

Like feeling offended,

On my ignoring them for a while





I picked them up with an apology in my eyes,

With smiles of words they forgave me.

And accepted me and my mind.





For their words reflect in my eyes,

Through eyes they reach my mind,

And from there, to my conscience.







Sunday, November 9, 2014

Review : Circle of Love by Dipesh Shah




                             If you have been in Love and have gone through up and downs throughout, then this book is definitely for you. Love is a very wonderful feeling and "Being In Love" and "Being Loved" are both different phases in love.What would happen if you love a person and he/she doesn't reciprocate??? Or if you don't recognize whether you are in love or not? A circle starts at a point and ends in the same. So is life.Sometimes we start and end at the same place only to lose than to gain. Such is life and this book is a journey of Dhruv who started and finished at the same point of defeat or a lesson in love.

                 



                            What was Dhruv's love for Veronica? Did Veronica deserve Dhruv's selfless love? Why did she leave him? Will Dhruv accept her back in his life again? These are the questions that torment Dhruv and the reader throughout the story and Dipesh has done well to recite a story of breakup and a lesson that changed a happy go lucky guy Dhruv. 



                        

                              A book containing story in 34 pages did not appeal at first by the cover. I thought it cannot be considered  a novel but Dipesh through his words proved that the book is worth reading and "Quality matters rather than Quantity" not compromising with silly add ons of silly unimportant incidents in the story.I would have loved it even more if some part of Indori style was showcased more but a writer's words are final and a reader can only read and consider a story so real and full of unforgetful moments of Love and betrayal. The hindi shayri part captures attention and gives a deeper representation of a heart's pain of loss of love.





                               Yes, breakups haunt, they give sadness and depression.But why did Veronica come back when she left him giving pain? Why NOW? When he was healing, recovering.Has she realized her mistake? Or is she back for more? What will Dhruv do?Want to know? Then do read  "Circle of Love" by Dipesh Shah, published by Notionpress.

      

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