आँखों के रंग, रंगों की नज़र

हज़ार रंग देखे,
सहस्त्रो रंग देखूं,
तुम्हारे साथ देखे,
बस तुम्हारे संग देखूं।



Hazaar rang dekhe,
sahastro rang dekhun,
Tumhare saath dekhe,
Bas tumhare sang dekhu. 

Lost yet found

She never knew what she was looking for,
Probably that's why she never knew what to look for, who to ask, grab when it was before her, know she had achieved it, go on, all happy and smug.
Then she realised, she din't really want anything specific, just something that caught her fancy.
Such fanciful thinking, such a waste of life...

All that glitters

She excitedly bought some fancy lights but on reaching home she never managed to put them up. They have been lying there, in their packing, for months now. Holding inside them the promise of many colourful hues and moments.
Maybe the darkness is too dense for the lights to combat. Maybe she wants to keep them hidden from the clutches of the enormous darkness around them.
For now, both she and the lights, breathe the darkness, day and night, hoping and somewhere knowing that there will be a time for those magical lights and the moments spent their warm glow.

Sleepless in anticipation, excitement

Most people gear up for something grand by catching up on some much needed sleep and waking up fresh and replenished. Not me. I remember going for my most important assignments, interviews, dates, journeys and the likes, wide awake from the night before. Inspite of being too old to understand how utterly stupid it is, the anticipation of what lies in store just does not allow me the liberty of even a few winks. Life's passing just too fast before our eyes, sleeping and waking up for something substantial just does not seem like giving the occasion its rightful due. Having said that pardon me if I have ever met or meet you with seemingly bloodshot, dreamy eyes, they might have been stretched beyond their might, just for you...

Yaadein aur unka thaur thikana

Yaadein kahan rehti hai? Dil mein, na, waha to pyaar rehta hai, armaan rehte hain. Dimaag mein, bilkul nahi, waha to mahatvakanshaon ke dera jama hua hai. Yaadein rehti hain un shehron mein jinhe hum chor chale hain, jaha se hum aage badh gaye hain. kuch akeli yaadein, kuch yaadon ka taana baana in shehron ki un galiyon mein, un jaghon pe rehte hain jaha hum they, hamari kahani thi, chahe poori ya adhuri.

In yaadon ke saath ek tees rehti hai. Jo beet gaya aur hamesha ke liye kho gaya uska ek ajeeb sa dard rehta hai. Har baar jab us sheher ka zikr hota hai, us tees mein ek nayi uttejna aati hai.
Ye saare ehsaas dabe chupe un shehron ki galiyon mein baithe rehte hain aur anayaas hi kabhi, aa kar peeth pe dhap kar jaate hain, bilkul waise jaise chupam chupaai ke khel mein. Zoron se dil dhadak sa jaata hai, dil mein kuch toot jaata hai aur wo tukda yaadon ki taano baano mein ulajh jaata hai. Yahi to yaadein jaan leti bhi hain aur zinda bhi rakhti hain. Ek haath todti bhi aur dusre toote hue ko sambhal bhi leti hain. Sach hi to hain ki yaadein hi jeevan ki amulya nidhi hain, ye to ho to hai kya aakhir aapke paas...
Asankhya khatti mitthi yaadon ka taanabaana aapko muwassar aur mubarak ho...

Eternity

Nothing lasts forever, least of all love.

At least as we know it....

Destined

Some of us are destined to be peacocks,
pretty and all about pleasure.
Some others are destined to be phoenixes,
to burn and rise, only to burn and rise again
a magical self-consuming dance till eternity...