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Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn akeli bheed ki galiyon main
Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn sukhi suni si ankhiyon main
Chal raha kahan tu tez bata
Ruk teher zara aur aas jata
Kuch nikal bahar aur bheed main ja
Kuch shor to sun, apni awaaz utta
Kuch jagah ki killat lagti hai inn khali neend ki ratiyon main
Kiss guud vichaar main dubba tu
Har jagah doond raha mansuba tu
Dil khol zara aur baat bata
Kuch hansi to le, mazak bana
Kuch jagah ki killat lagti hai teri inn bematlab sason main
Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn sukhi suni si aankhon main

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It's a beautiful world. It's a beautiful life. It's worth living.. A little more.. A little better.

Only Eyes Talk….

I saw her, leaning over the balcony railing. I stopped and waved at her. She waved back , smiling like the sun breaking through the clouds…

Kal raat meri aankhon ne fir mujhse ye shikayat ki

Ki fir maine teri nigahon mein kho jaane ki himakat ki

Fir bola maine khud ko ki tujhse nazrein hata loon

Ki tabhi teri kaifiyat mein mashroof meri hasraton ne mujhse khilafat ki

Who tera palkon ko utane giraane ke tevar

Fir aankhien paini kar ke kehna, “ki bus kar ghoorna”

Who tera mujhe dekh ke andekha karne ki adda

Fir aankhein badi kar ke poochna, “ki aakhir majra kya hai”

Sochta hoon yeh to samajh aata hai ki meri niyat ne kyun mujhse bagawat ki

Kal raat meri aankhon ne fir mujhse shikayat ki

Enchanted

My first ever romantic poem or shayari if you will. Don’t know where it came from I guess I must be going through one of those few warm and fuzzy moments. Believe me they seldom strike. I read this at the back of a book called “Looking for Alaska”. Alaska being the name of the girl the protagonist falls in love with.

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane…

Here Goes…

Tu palakein jhuka ke aankhein phair bhi le to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Tu gardan jhuka ke chehra chupa bhi le to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Uss pehli nazar ki tasveer aankhon mein liye firta hoon main

Iss umeed mein ki tu bhooley se usse dekh le ab raaton ko aankhain khol ke soya karta hoon main

Tu nazarein chupa ke yeh umeed todh bhi de to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Chahat aur khwabon ka ek alag sa rishta hota hai

Bematlab ki hassi aur khuli aankhon se bayaan hota hai

Tu aankhein mund ke yeh khwaab todh bhi de to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Ab akele mein hasta hoon mein aksar yeh soch kar

ki acha hua woh chand lamhon ki mulakat hui hi nahin, ki kuch karaar baki hai

ki mujhe dekh ke tere labon tak hassi aayi nahin, ki kuch karaar baki hai

Tu muskura kar who karaar cheen bhi le to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Love though highly unreliable, is a relentless feeling. Everyone should feel it every now and then, specially a writer. It helps you explore sides of you which you generally would not go explore. What people generally call crazy.

P.S. : For everyone lactose intolerant, you might not like this…. Very Cheesy… 

Individuality...

Solitude can only help you find yourself but individuality stands out only in a crowd...

Aakele mein Dekha Khud ko to socha maine ki Kitna adhoora hoon main

Fir nikla main apni reguzhar par, milla uss bheed se to paya Kitna poora hoon main...

Of Today and Tomorrow...

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, inn soti soti si palakon main

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, unn bholi bhooli si yaadon se

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, sahi galat ki iss sihyayi se

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, aaj aur kal ke beech bachey inn panno main

Kuch tajoorbon ki baatein

Kuch kalpanaon ki kahani

Koi ganna gun gunane layak

Koi kissa doston ko sunane layak

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, kal wapas aakar padney ke liye

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, aaney waley kal se ladney ke liye

Kuch sapne aise jo hassi de

Kuch apne aise jo tasali de

Koi waada nibhane layak

Koi rishta jataney layak

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, aati jaati inn tanhaiyon main

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, aaj aur kal ke beech bachey inn panno main

Kuch to likh raha hoon main, inn soti soti si palakon main

Found…

We met me and her in a dark deep alley

She looked like a book I had long back read

"Just a few more steps" came her voice

She drew closer with my every breath

She looked heavenly, her face had a bewildering glow

My thoughts stopped at her serene eyes, looking at me, stemming the flow

A blank struck me as she took my hand and pointed in a direction

I looked at her skeptical, out of thoughts, incapable of any discretion 

She came closer and with an embrace she whispered "don't worry this is the right step"

My name is Hope and I am here to help

Hope: At times false, easily lost, twisted, evil, a true destroyer and a relentless tormentor. Yet hope I must, for hope might be the only one who will keep coming back to me no matter where I am. Hope I must, for hope will guide me through these wretched times. Hope I must, for hope alone gives me the strength to face the morning sun and to live for moments that bring happiness.

In Hope I Find You…

Nangey paav chaley theey hum uss tapti dhoop ki chadar mein

Kabhi aise challey ki waqt tham jaye

Kabhi aise tehrey ki waqt ruk na paye

Kuch aisi baatein hui ki kuch kaha hi nahin

Kuch aisi khamoshiyan hui ki kuch kehne ko raha hi nahin

Kabhi aisi mulakatein ki laga hum hai kitne anjaan

Kabhi bin milley hi laga ki hum hai ek samaan

Kuch yaadein aisi thi jo bewajah hassi mein gum ho gayi

Kuch lamhey aise baney jinhey soch hum har roz jiye

Woh chaav ki umeed, woh raastey milne ki ass

Nidar uss tapti dhoop se har roz milley hum

Uss tapti dhoop ki chadar mein phir nangey paav challey hum

~ To Family, To Friends, To Love and Hope... for every moment that we rejoice gives a reason to see the morning sun

Dream On...

Raat ko mere aankh mein aaya, ek adhoora sapna

Us sapne se poocha maine, kis mitti ka bana hai tu

Adha adhoora iss palak se uss palak ghoomta hai

Din main jo aankhein beech loon to bhi to tu peecha na chodta hai

Raat ko aa aakar aankhon main toot ta hai

Shant akela semha sa kabhi andhere kabhi ujaale mein kya doondta hai

Kissi se kuch na kehta hai

Tu kyun chup chup sa rehta hai

Sapna bola, main aisi duniya ka vasi hoon jahan din-raat ka koi bhaedh nahin

Jo poora ho jaoon to mein sapna nahin

Main to kabhi rukta nahin

Pal mein toot-ta pal mein ban-ta hoon

Kabhi poorani baton ki to kabhi sunehre kal ki tasveerein doondta hoon

Jo so gayi hai tere andar ki chahatein unhein jhanjhorta hoon

Issliye kissi se kuch na kehta hoon

Issliye chup chup main rehta hoon

Perfect Endings...

Kal rah pe chalte chalte, ek udte patey se poocha maine

Har jhokein se tu bhidta hai, pag pe chalte har prani ke pairon ki maar tu sehta hai

Kisi se kuch na kehta hai

Tu kyun chup chup rehta hai

Woh bola mujhse, jhokon ka kaam to hai behna woh teri taap bhujatein hai

Pairon ka kaam to hai badna, ye tujhko aagey le jaatein hai

Hai shor bahut iss duniya main jis shor ka koi aant nahin

Main shor macha kar aur yahan kis parinaam ko paunga

Main to chota sa pata hoon kal fir nit naya khil aaunga

Tu mujhko pag pe dekh dukhi na ho, main to paed ki meeti yaadon mein jeeta hoon

Isliye kissi se kuch na kehta hoon

Isliye chup chup main rehta hoon

The final page of every chapter, the final chapter of every book, most probably for a lot of people out there the most important aspect of life- closure, an overused and overvalued term.

We all work very hard to get closure, to find a way to attain that perfect ending to things but is it ever possible. Is there a perfect ending to anything? I think not. Things end and then we start over, trying to erase the memories of our past, trying to find meaning in what we did and why we lost, like a pin ball hitting going back and forth, coming to one conclusion after another till we find out that chances, the options, are over… with open issues and no closure.

But closure is so important, I push myself to write good last lines, for my poems, for everything else I write, because it gives meaning to everything I write. Those final lines define what my story is about but then again that is only an end because I want to end it and I think in there lies the answer. 

You can almost never find closure or you can find it in you to move on, to let go, to find the perfect ending. 

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of Human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philophic mind.

William Wordsworth

SHE....

Like a dream she comes dressed in light

Like the mesmerizing fog on a wintery night

She stares at you with a beaming gaze

With a brisk smile she, mends the fractured faith

Like a dream she comes close to me

And paints a picture I could never see

Writes a verse I have never heard

And sings a song I have never hummed

Like a dream she comes to say

Spread your arms and embrace a new day

Stare at sun with your eyes open

Dare to dream a dream that cannot be broken

Like a dream she comes and leaves

Waking me up with smiles and dreams

Inspiring me to win the battles fought

She comes and leaves like a beautiful thought

For The One He loved

Unfazed by what I had asked, he stood there for a while

My arm in one hand and a gun in the other, He shot him with a smile

The body lying there, silent, cold and unmoving

He stared at it holding my hand, smiling

He knelt down to the body and whispered to it

It’s happened, I told you, and I won

It will happen again, voice came from the body, I will come back, we are not done

He got up ready to leave, till we meet again then, he said

The time will come soon, replied the body, I will not always remain dead

It was that day when my wish came true and his died

I looked at the cycle he had bought me unaware of the body lying by my side

Then one day the cycle broke and it came back from the dead

He looked at me with a smile, it’s ok, I love you my son, taking out his gun he said

Look Around, You Buffoon

Ask a tree and he will tell you

Some things you should never tow

They leave me every year and every year they are born new

Its nature you buffoon, just ask the moon

I grow for 14 and die the next 14

Longing for a day of dark to enjoy a day of light

Losing or winning? I don’t have time for such a fight

It’s worthless to be part of such a fray

Its  nature you buffoon, if you don't believe me ask the day

A few hours of life and the long sleep of the night

So many lives to see, so many ties to break

Happens to me every time- the sea, the trees, you and the moon

Learn to let go, its nature you buffoon

Let me tell you the most important lesson of it all, he said

The joy of new ones would be lost, If I held every leaf that was dead

You will always find a bond, remember its Easy Come and Easy Go

Its nature you buffoon, some things you should never tow

The Last One Standing

The one that had won all and was meant to lead the way

The one that went astray

Some say he is present all around

And yet Love was nowhere to be found

Gliding like a snake, he instills fear

Lives far away but appears to be so near

Treacherous and malicious, adulterous he was

Betrayal was in his nature, luck never understood laws

Born and raised amidst joy and love

Beloved daughters of the heavens above

No black or white, they chose shades of grey

Friendship, fate and Faith turned their backs and simply walked away

Love, luck, friendship, fate and faith, he fought them hard and dirty

He fought, failed, fell and got up; hungry and thirsty

He crawled and clawed, was battered but brawled in situations trying

Drenched in the blood of his foes his Will was the Last One Standing

Middle of Nowhere...

Have you ever been there, in the middle of nowhere…

There, where the grounds are covered with winter snow and the trees carry brand new spring leaves

Where, your mind, blurs the past from your memories, and a future in your eyes, it weaves

There, where the worlds both black and white become pointless

The white harsh sun, the clouds grey paint a rainbow

Have you ever been there, in the middle of nowhere…

That place where forward and rewind mean the same

And there is no place for fortune or fame

Where the noise of the sea waves meets the serenity of the vast oceans

Where your feelings are so great that they bring a sudden numbness to your emotions

That place where the heart is filled with joy and the eyes are filled with tears

Right there between an outburst and an absolute blank

Right there… in the middle of nowhere…

Keeping Faith

I am a night and you are my sunshine….

I walk this earth, through the crowd

Through the jungles old and new - of concrete and trees

Through animals old and new - evolved and evolving

Silent… blank… talking through you

Lost in thought, never asleep, I live through you

I have no voice but the noise you make

I have no light but the flashes you create

You are my day, you are my night

I feel joy in your shimmers short lived

I am a night and you are my sunshine…

And even though I grow darker with every ray that passes through me I still want to touch as many rays as I can before my dawn comes

It's a Selfish World

The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner

Amidst the cries of god and fate

The noises created by crime and hate

You jeer watching the world tear, divided in greed and jealousy

Standing as one, the best of friends, Kith and Kin, you even smile in their misery

The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner

You smirk watching people fall apart and come together

In the goriest of places, quiet and waiting, ready to strike- you viper

Oh love, You Devil You

Patient’s Name: Conscience, Time of Death: Unknown

12/100 - the numbers were written inside a red circle and the word Fail written below it with the same ink. This is what the front page of the four page exam sheet he was staring at said…
I still remember, we were born together, Me, Him, FG, and P. Life was clear, life was free. We would play for hours, fall down and get up, fail and try to succeed again…it was all just what anyone could want… till FG’s brother FE was born and along with him were born R and G.

…FE and P stood there smiling as he turned to the last sheet…

Charles Darwin famously quotes “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.” This and most probably this alone is what makes humans the most dangerous of beings. Surviving is all we care about.

…"Get Signed from Guardian" was written on the last page. He looked up and saw FG andMe standing right there trying to tell him what he was about to do was wrong.

What’s the difference between Right and Wrong, Dark and Light? It’s all in the perception, FE had told him. The only thing important is survival, P had added. To survive, he had to be a quick learner, this had always been clear to him. I was still there watching, unable do anything as I had just met with an accident last night when he was driving without a seat belt, while talking on the phone. I was still happy though, he had friends; R and G were still with him. I was sure they would help him.

… R and G came running in. Thank God they were here I thought. I was sure they would be able to stop him… But it didn’t happen. FE and P had total control.

My condition had gotten worse I had fragile legs and a broken spine. I was lying on the bed when I heard… it had happened again. But this time it was different, R and G had left him and something different had taken over. He was feeling proud, was having a drink with his friends, FE and P, telling them how easily he had bypassed the law and achieved survival.

…And then it happened…

“Utterly Broken” is how Wikipedia defines the word Corrupt. I have been on this bed for quite some time now; I am no longer able to stand on my own. Yesterday some doctors came to put me on a support system. In this system they appoint people to watch over me. They said the FEAR of these people will help me stand up again. FEAR would make it right. They were making the same mistake, the mistake I, Conscience, had made some time ago when I had put my faith in FG.

Fear now rules this place. Unfortunately fear can never rule for long because to dethrone one fear another fear is born like it had happened that day…

12/100 - the numbers inside a red circle and the word Fail written below it in red. This is what the front page of the four sheet exam paper, he was staring at said. Fear (Evil) and Pressure stood there smiling as he turned to the last sheet. "Get Signed from Guardian" it said. He looked up and saw Fear (Good) and Me standing right there trying to tell him what he was about to do was wrong. Remorse and Guilt came running in. Thank God they were here I thought. I was sure they would be able to stop him but it didn’t happen. Fear (Evil) and Pressure had total control...

…And then it happened, he picked up the pen on his right and forged the signature of his Dad... This was as I like calling it the first time he drew blood and tasted it.

Marketing at its very best...

I know a lot of you might have already seen this in your mails but I had such a laugh while reading this one that I couldn't resist...
This is actually awesome...

We definitely know how to sell our services... :)))

Now This is Definitely Chak De Fatte.....

Not a big fan of reality shows or television I usually am out of touch with what goes on in the world of the Idiot Box, but this was definitely worth seeing. Britains Got Talent 2008 finalists Signature during their auditions. Simply awesome...



Have been listening to this song on the loop... Here we go again

Baanh Farh Ke Nachan Nu Jee Karda, Ki Kariye Nachna Aunda Nayi
Baanh Farh Ke Nachan Nu Jee Karda, Ki Kariye Nachna Aunda Nayi


Just copied the lyrics from some where, can't understand a word but its Bloody Brilliant (In a British accent) :))

Five Stages of Grief: From College to The First Job

Courtesy: deadspin.com

Remember when you got your first job. How, happy you were, not able to control the joy that this piece of paper called the offer letter had given you. The fruit of all that work that you had been doing was right there in your hand. You felt that this is it, your opportunity to change the world as you see it is here. You are on the road to making a huge name for yourself almost instantly. You had finally found your place in the sun.


And almost two years into the job you feel, things would had been better if you forgot that offer letter on the sun itself. You start feeling that everything you had ever learned was a waste of everyones time because almost everything does not work in the practical world.


Denial: "I feel fine."; "This can't be happening, not to me."
The day I cleared my final semester and got the call letter, over joyed as I was, this was the first thought that came to my mind. 


Anger: "Why me? It's not fair!"; "How can this happen to me?"; "Who is to blame?"
My first day in the office. Sitting for eight hours straight. No friends, no one to talk to. You have to come daily and sit from 9 to 6? Are you kidding me?


Bargaining: "Just let me live to see my children graduate."; "I'll do anything for a few more years."; "I will give my life savings if..."
Me to my boss (in my head of course) the first time I got scolded. It felt there you go finally you find a way to earn money and that also gets screwed.


Depression: "I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"; "I'm going to remain this way... What's the point?"; "I miss my loved one, why go on?"
6 months and loads of scoldings later. Everything falls into a routine. No more can you hang out through the night with your friends. No more can you just sleep through the day without doing anything. All your friends are busy and so are you. You miss your college every day and will most probably do so through out your life.


Acceptance: "It's going to be okay."; "I can't fight it, I may as well prepare for it."
One year into the job. You have a routine. You get up in the morning, go to your office, come back and just relax. Life as you know has changed. You have more friends now, more people to hang out with, you are better at politics. In all life is good all around...