एक शाम

इस शाम के बारे में क्या कहूँ! ये शाम कुछ अलग है, ये एक दुर्लभ शाम है| कुछ ख़ास नही था इसमे पर सब कुछ आम से कुछ हटके था। सुबह शुरू हुई उस चीज़ से जो करना मुझे बहुत पसंद है। थिएटर प्ले की रिहर्सल। दिन भर ऑफिस में भी दिन अच्छा सा रहा। आज तन्खवाह आने का दिन भी था।😝 शाम को बारिश हुई। चाय की इच्छा हुई और बारिश में नही भीगना चाहता था तो चाय आर्डर कर ली। कहाँ से कहाँ आ गए हैं हम। 😅 अब जब खाना खा कर सोने लगा तो मेरी खिड़की से बाहर कहीं से आवाज़ आ रही थी, पुराने गाने बजने की। मेरे पसंदीदा गाने! गाना ख़त्म हुआ तो आवाज़ आयी "बात पे बात पे अपनी ही बात कहता है,मेरे अंदर मेरा छोटा सा शहर रहता है"। बस अपनी बिस्तर से उठने की इच्छा नही है, नही तो मैं उस इंसान को ढूँढ़ कर उससे बात करना चाहता हूँ, जो हिंदी प्रधान क्षेत्रों में भी ज़्यादा न सुने जाने में रेडियो सीरियल को यहाँ सुन रहा है, हैदराबाद में| नीलेश मिसरा मेरे भी फेवरेट हैं। और अब "यादों का इडियट बॉक्स" ख़त्म हुआ "बस इतनी सी थी ये कहानी" के साथ| अब गाना बज रहा है "जीवन के दिन छोटे सही, हम भी बड़े दिलवाले" ❤️

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Khamoshiii

Khasmosh ho jaate hai saare raaste

Un khamosh lamho me mai kitaab k panne palat ti hu.

Yun to tjhe pura jaanti hu mai

Par har panne me ek naya roop paati hu tera.

Ab kittab k panno par kisi or ka naam likh dia hai tune

Na jane kab or kahan mjhe khudse dur kr dia hai tune.

Jana zaroori ho gya hai ab is raaste se dur

Halato ne kar dia hai mjhe itta majboor.

Mere jaane se kch nahi bdlega

Firse vohi sooraj niklega or chamkega.

Teri khushi ka raasta ab badal gya hai

Isliye tujhse dur jana hi munasif ban gya hai.

Two Nations

Two countries, same yet different

One run by faith of the people 

The other run by the ideals

One under humongous debts

The other, a prodigy in making

One jealous in its short sightedness

The other, looking over the horizons

One pitied for its pathetic conditions

The other capable of rising to the top

One deals with the devil

The other, messiah of peace

One gangs up with hyenas

The other hunts with the pack

One using charity to sow seeds of destruction

The other tired of removing the weeds

One that hates the developed 

One that challenges the best

Two countries with the power to completely raze each other

Two countries with a troubled childhood

Who knows when will the race end

Or is the race a ruse for keeping both of them far behind

May Be...

Would you stop me if I leave you?
                   "Maybe"
Would you cry if I will not be with you?
                  "Maybe"
Would you miss me if I will not talk to you?
                  "Maybe"
Would you see to my pictures when I will not be in front of you?
                  "Maybe"
Would you compose songs in my memory?
                  "Maybe"
Would you pray to god for me to come back to you?
                  "Maybe"
Then my dear, "Maybe" you never had loved me...

Last Days

Only last two days of the year are left,
In just glimpse of time, they will be theft.
We are looking at the gone days,
Some were sad and some were slay.
We made many new friends,
Well this is how is today's trend.
Many of our dear ones are left behind,
But time has gone and it can't rewind.
Many had hurt us and to many we had done,
Forgive them and ask the same and leave none.
You can't go back and change the beginning,
But you can start where you are and change the ending.
Don't carry the pain in your heart in the new year,
Just leave the pain and go ahead, God will help you, I swear.

S for Sleepless Nights

From the last few days,
I am having immense pain.
The pain has surrounded my brain,
All I get is gigantic vain.
It was too hard to hold and keep,
I was trying so hard... to sleep.
I am crumbling under the weight of the sun,
But I am afraid to feel the cold again.
The nights are now too long to pass,
My eyes remain open as if they are looking for the mars.
The stars, the moon and the darkness,
Are the only ones to know my sadness.
Trying to stop my mind and take a buffering,
From the countless load of over-thinking.
But at the end,
My sleepless nights are enough to prove my suffering.

Wineyard of humanity

Imagine a bottle of wine is just like your conscious .

The more the wine stays in the dark, unexposed, to the oxygen in the environment, greater is its value.

And when the bottle is finally opened, it dazzles the people around with its strong smell and unique taste.

Hell, if people know more about you, they are treated with reverence and respect, and they walk around with an air of superiority.

Their attitude, their ego is based upon a drink that has been aged for a long time. Yeah, wrap your head around that.

This is how our world functions. You are a mediocre person, like everyone. What will make you previously is when you entrench your ideas in your mind in such a way that they represent your originality. Other ideas & people want to come and take over your ideas. Don't let them. Fight with the stubbornness of do or die.

In time, people call you selfish, self centered and non-acknowledging, simply because you didn't listen to them. Don't let that get that in your head. Just keep rooting for your ideas and work on them non stop.

Eventually they stop attacking you or you level up to the extent you can't feel their attack at all, whichever comes first.

Then comes the time of reaping, and the world is just awe struck. Instead of down trodding you for having an impossible or puny task, they feel a variety of emotions extending from amazement to embarrassment, all because you did the impossible or you showed everyone how big the puny task can really be. And it all worked out, because of the self belief you had.

The isolation lets you work on yourself, till the world couldn't compare themselves on any scale known to them. That isolation turned you from a rookie who believed in themselves to an entrepreneur that guessed rightly what the future would be.


Be the rookie that believes in their own capacity, work upon yourself without comparing yourself to anyone but your yesterday. And most of all, don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out yours., and therein, you have your own secret formulae of success. :-)

War of the sexes

The war of the sexes;
Rages on to the problems nexus;
One wants to topple the other;
Using their prowess to smother;

One sex is defined as the peak of masculinity;
They proclaim themselves as the 'Guardians' of humanity;
Despite the fact that era of masculine is long begone;
They try their level best to adapt to social demands and move on;


The other sex's love is out of this world;
The gentleness of a fairy yet the fierceness a tsunami ever hurled;
While they broaden their horizons and struggle to be free;
They break all chains bounding them, uprooting the old social tree;


Change is coming and it's surely inevitable;
And it won't stop no matter how wrong it is that you lable;
In a world of hybrids, competition for the top is ensured;
There won't be any stability, till the anarchy of the old ways is cured;


Both are capable in doing each other's tasks;
Provided they keep their patience in thermos flasks;
But the potential they show should not be generalized;
Else this tug of power will never let us live life as civilized;

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