Experiencing Life...

A very random hindi poetry. Yeh pal mere paas theherta kyun nahi.. kahan chala jaata hai yeh!  Ab mein iss pal mein hun aur...ab nahin.. bada shatir maalum hota hai yeh pal.. jab tak na socho iske baare mein..saath rahega.. par jab dyan jata hai toh furrr! Yeh pal, jaise waqt ke sagar ki ek boond hai.. beshak sagar boondon se banta hai.. Par us sagar ko boondon mein kaise baantein? kahan boond shuru hui kahan khatam.. iss waqt ko palon mein kaise baantein? kahan yeh pal shuru hua.. kahan woh shuru.. kaise pata chale? naa koi maap na koi wazan..kya tolein? Yeh pal fir yaad toh reh jaate hain.. par gumnam hokar waqt k sath beh jaate hai.. yeh tasveeron mein kaid toh ho jate hai.. par unmein basi zindagi toh kho jati hai...bas tasveer reh jaati hai.. Iss pal ka astitva isi pal mein hai.. par yeh pal kitni der hai kise pata?

Kudrat bi insaaf kahan karti hai.. Woh ghosle mein jo panchi palta hai.. woh uddna seekhta hai.. usse pankh hai.. aatma nirbhar ho jata hai.. Woh pedh par jo patta  hai.. jab tutta hai toh zamein par girta hai.. chhapalon aur gaadiyon tale aa jata hai.. Uska astitva hi pedh hota hai.. aur woh khatm ho jata hai.. Kudrat bi insaaf kahan karti hai.. Log kehte hai.. Ujaala acha hota hai.. Aur bure ka munh kaala hota hai.. Jo pyaas bujata dharti ki.. woh badal kaala hota hai.. jo dararein bharta dharti mein.. woh suraj hai, jisse ujaala hota hai.. Kudrat bi insaaf kahan karti hai..

A very simple and small poem on "being you.." If you are not "you", than who are you? But we are not we, because we just don't want to be.. You have your eyes, your face, Nobody else has them, just embrace.. You have your life, your own story, Be a good author of it, Let the fate be the jury.. Its ok to get inspiration, human or divine, But remember plagiarism is a crime.. Its great to love someone else, but equally important is to respect yourself.. You cannot please everyone, but make sure you do not hurt anyone.. There are people, who care about you, do not lose them, they are priceless.. There are people, you care about, continue.., only if your care is cared about.. It is necessary to develop, to improve, but its equally necessary not to compromise "being you.."                                                       ...

A post on some lessons I got in life. We see a lot of things around us, which teach us. If given due attention and taken with positive spirit, these things can transform us and make us a better person. What we need to possess is the willingness to learn. If we are willing to learn, there will never be scarcity of teachers. We as human beings are designed to accept things only if there is proof of it in other words we need examples. Examples make us believe, some of them even inspire us.. I present learnings from my life in the form of small poetries.. Nature has always been a powerful source of learning for me, right from my childhood... I would like to present some of those lessons in the form of a small poetry Lessons by nature : This long old tree, seems very common and normal what it taught me, that change(growth) is gradual.. The same tree in different seasons taught me that change was imminent. The sun comes daily as if it is newborn and taught me that everyd...

"A Rainy Day" is a short and a simple poem about the first rain.. Its my first ever attempt at writing english poetry, hope I do not disappoint..:) On a rainy day.. I was here, near my window, watching the water flow.. Droplets trying to stick to the window glass as if trying to surpass.. Each droplet tried its best.. but none could enter, despite sheer zest On a rainy day.. I was here, near my window, watching the water flow.. I could hear the rain shout, "I am here now, just come out.." I could smell the earth's relief, Which came after, long wait and belief..  On a rainy day.. I was here, near my window, watching the water flow.. When the wind blew, I could see the branches dance as if its a holiday, after the sun's summer class.. I could see clouds covering the sun as if a new era has begun.. May Every drop contain a blessing and reaches to every living being.. So enjoy nature's blessings and have loads of f...

A poem about my thoughts on "Questions" and their interpretations.. Yeh sawaal hai.. In sawaalon se hi toh bawaal hai.. Kaise? Kyn? Kab? kahan? Yehi baatein hai yahan wahan.. Jab shak hota hai sawaal uthta hai.. Jab haq ki baat ho tab bi sawaal uthta hai... Hairani ho toh sawaal.. Pareshaani ho toh sawaal.. Sawaal aaturta dikhlata hai.. sawaal chaturta darshata hai.. Sawaal parakhte hai.. Sawaal nikharte hai.. Sawal betuke bi hote hai... Sawaal anokhe bi toh hote hai.. Sawaal bewajah bi hote hai.. Sawaal bejawaab bi hote hai.. Sawaal hai tabi toh naye khayaL nayi soch hai.. Sawaal hai tabhi toh naye aawishkar nayi khoj hai.. Sawaalon ki apni hi duniya hoti hai.. Duniya k bi apne sawaal hote hai.. Sawaal mahaz sawaal nahi hai.. magar Sawaal aakhir toh sawaal hai.. Sawaal kya hai..yeh b toh abtak sawaal hai.. Yeh sawaal hai.. In sawaalon se hi toh saara bawaal hai..            ...

Again, after a long time, I came accross a thought, which I felt, needs to be shared. It is a poem which is not exactly a poem. Its a actually thought about "relations" in life. It hardly has any rhymes or rhyming scheme.. Yeh rishtey kya hote hai? Yeh woh kathor vruksh hote hai jo tufaanon ko jhelte hai.. Yeh inn chhote beejon se ubharte hai..