Experiencing Life...

A poem on being in tune with the moment. I have used colour as a metaphor of mood in the present moment. It gives a message of letting go yourself. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal ke, rang jaa.. Jab dhup hoti hai, Aasman b peela peela hota hai.. Jab shaam hoti hai, Samandar b neela neela hota hai.. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal, ke rang jaa.. Kabi bundein shikayat karti hai, Ki bahav kahan le jaa rha hai? Shikayat toh khushbuein b nahi karti, ki jhonka kahan jaa rha hai? Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, is pal ke, rang jaa.. Ban iss pagal khoon sa, Sunta woh kahan kisi ki hai.. Bas ragon mein daudta hai, Bematlab, bewajah hi.. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal ke, rang jaa.. Kuch khidkiyan khol, Mila de mausamon k rang.. Hogi kuch dhul, Par kuch roshniyan b hongi sang.. Bass ghul jaa, Rang mein, iss pal ke, rang jaa.. Jab taal baje toh thirakle, Fir sanyam ki baat na kar.. Jab khwab dikhte hai toh wahi sahi, Tab haqeeqat ki baat...

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?