Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Khwahishein! meri badi masoom si hain......




Khwahishein! meri badi masoom si hain;
Nahin chahiye use heere ki chamak
Nahin chahti wo apne purush ko ghutno par jhukana;
Nahin maagti wo sansaar ka aishwarya
Aur na hi use poojit hone ki abhilasha hai
Khwahishein meri!chahti hai wo maati jismein uski jarein panap jaayein,
Use chahiye wo aakaash jismein uski aashayein unmukt ho paayein,
Use khwahish hai ek ghar ki jiski seemaon mein wo bandh jaaye,
Ek rasoyi  jahan uski grihasthi ek aakaar paaye,
Nahin chahiye use heere-moti ke alankaar,
Use wo sringaar chahiye jo uski samwednayon ko de ek naya wyawahaar....
Wo premi aur premika ki sangyaon se vibhushit nahin hona chahti,
Use purush aur naari ki dhamniyon mein jwalit unmaad ki pyaas hai,
Use prem ki sheetalta ki chaah nahin,
Wo dagdh adhron ke daaron taap mein swayam ko paati hai,
Wo shabdon mein abhiwyakt anhiwyaktiyon se tript nahin hoti,
Use akathya anubhutiyon se sarokaar hai,
Use zindagi mein bhawon ko nahin jeena ,
Apitu bhawon mein jeevan ko jeevant karna hai,
Nahin chahiye use premi-premikaon ka premalaap,
Use prakriti aur purush ke ardhnareshwar roop se sakchatkaar mein vishwaas hai,
Khwahishein! meri nahin chahti unmukt hokar bhi pinjarbadh hona;
Wo chahti hai swakchand hokar bhi qaid hona;
Khwahishein !!!
Use qaid kar ke bhi na koi baandh paaya hai;

Aur jisne use aazaad kiya usi ne uska marm paaya hai……. 

Saturday, 28 May 2016

THE MIDAS TOUCH OF EXPRESSION TO MY UNEXPRESSED SELF...




Change is contagious and long lasting and so was the mood of Manvi as she read newspaper with a beautiful smile playing on her lips. While reading, she recognized it has been so long, she hasn’t met with self, she hasn’t written anything. As the thought crossed her mind she got excited to paint her life with the beautiful and intriguing colors of colorful words. There was a time when she was so expressive with her words when it came to pour them on the paper but now after excitedly opening her laptop and staring at the screen for more than half an hour, she was not able to write a single word when she has so much going around in her mind, but still she was not able to write a single word. What was wrong with her? Does she forget to form sentence? Does she forget to write or she forgot to express herself? There were so many questions which she doesn’t have any answer. She was irritated to the core. How come she was not able to write a single line when this was what she was most comfortable with, and this was used to be her thing? She was not able to understand what has gone wrong in the past years. She was shocked, devastated and really irritated. All her excitement flew out of the window and she was left with so much confusion.
Irritated and confused with all this happenings she logged into her account to divert her mind and started surfing things of her interest while putting on music of her choice and humming to herself. Her mood was coming back to normal though the confusion was still there, but she decided to let it go for then and started concentrating on the lyrics of the music. In music it was always the lyrics which have attracted her and everything else came after that only. It was a Sufi song she was listening to and she started feeling the depth of words and was so much into it that she didn’t listen the constant ringing of her mobile. She was losing herself completely in the feel of music when her mobile once again started ringing bringing her out of her wonderland. She pause her music for a moment and hurriedly picked up her mobile to see Maan flashing on the screen. She was dazed for a moment but before it goes off she took the call to hear the worried tone of her husband, who was asking her constantly why she was not picking her phone when he was trying to reach her for more than half an hour. He was worried and was asking her, is she okay? She assured him that her phone was in silent mode and is perfectly fine asking him reason for calling her at this time, when he rarely use to call her during office hours and that too when something important comes up. So she was expecting some kind of serious issue, regarding him calling her but was surprised when he told her that he has called, just like that to talk to her. She was pleased but truth was she has never expected this so was a bit hesitant too, but on the other side Maan was talking continuously without realizing her dazed state. Her reverie broke when she heard him asking her something but was oblivious of the whole talk so she just stayed quite. Her mute attitude now seems to get his attention and he asked worriedly is she okay. She was more than okay but how could she tell this to him so she kept mum but he seems to read her mind and so just end the call not before saying to take care and have her lunch on time. She was happy but was skeptic at the same time b’coz her happiness has never last longer so was in habit to suppress her happiness for the sake of her own sanity….But her muteness doesn’t reduce the effect Maan’s call has created. She was happy. Yeah she was really HAPPY….!!!
To celebrate and feel her happiness she again put on music and started losing herself in the whole feel of it… After a very long time she was being herself, smiling and humming and feeling the depth of words. The song seems to describe exactly the way she was feeling….

“Heere Moti main na chaoon,
Main to chahoon sangam tera;
Main to teri saiyaan,tu hai mera “….
Saiyaan, saiyaaaaannnnn, saiyaan …

She has always desired to be claimed by someone, as their own, has always craved for a feel of belonging……

Tu jo choole pyaar se,aaraam se mar jaaoon,
Aaja chanda baahon mein,tujhmein hi gum ho jaaoon;
Tere naam mein kho jaaoon
Saiyaan ,saiyaaaaaannnnn , saiyaan…..
Never in her life has she wished more then only being his and him being hers…she just wanted to be, being known as his only, other than being recognized as his she doesn’t want her own identity… she want to be known by only being his…..
Mere din khushi se jhoome gaaye raatein,
Pal pal mujhe doobayein jaatein jaatein,
Tujhe jeet jeet haaroon,ye praan-praan waroon;
Haaye aise main niharoon,teri aarti utaroon,
Tere naam se jude hain saare naate
Saiyaan, saiyaaaannnnnn , saiyaan….......

Never has she thought that the presence of only one person will create such magic to her life. Her life seems to take a total u-turn and her days seems to be more happening and nights more magical… she now has content sleep with dreams playing a soothing music to her senses. Her days now seem to start with that one person and ends on that very person. He has become the centre of her origin or his presence is like the sole reason of her existence.
She looses her identity to win him…..
She has found him to be lost in him …..
He was her undisputed space where her wandering soul finds peace…..
He was her salvation she has waited for so long…..
Her every emotion and relation starts from him and ends on him only…….
He was the moments she lives and the solace where her chaos dies…..
Yeh naram-naram nasha hai badhta jaaye,
Koi pyaar se ghunghatiya deta uthaye,
Ab bawra hua mann,
Jag ho gaya hai roshan,
Yeh nayi-nayi suhagan,
Ho gayi hai teri jogan,
Koi prem ki pujaran mandir sajaye;
Saiyaan , saiyaaaaaaannnnnn , saiyaan……..

He was always her everything without being aware of it. She had not known anything other than him. For her everything just starts with him and ends on him… her life was all about him only…. She herself was all about being him only…..Nothing else mattered for her……she has always loved him insanely, madly, logically, rationally and spiritually without being reciprocated with the same feelings from him towards her….. It was always about him and her love till date… He was always her addiction she never wants to come out with…. She was just drunk by HIM…..
But when today he reciprocated her love with care, love and passion, she was on cloud nine…. She has never felt so happy and contented till now…. The drug he was to her is just showing its effect ten folds and she was losing herself completely. She wanted to leave every inhabitation behind and just enjoy this addictive feeling of love. She was going mad with thousands of emotions tickling her senses…. The world was never this much brighter, and flowers were never this beautiful till date….The presence of one person has done the magic….. She felt like a newly married bride becoming the lover and the devotee of her own husband…. She felt like meera whose love and devotion has forced her divine lover to come to the temple of her soul…… she has been truly blessed with the magic and madness of love today in all sense……
“Heere Moti main na chaoon,
Main to chahoon sangam tera;
Main to teri saiyaan,tu hai mera “….
Main to teri …..
Tu hai mera………
She never wanted all the materialistic pleasures of world; she always wanted to create something immortal and noble from materialistic aspect of life….. Some emotion, bigger than life itself…. And their love for each other is one such thing which will going to last forever…….
With these thoughts she went into the kitchen to finish her daily chorus and once she got busy she lost track of time. After  preparing food and cleaning she went to have her bath and decided to wear saree for today with a minimal makeup as she was very happy today…..she wore a beautiful cotton saree and applied vermilion on her forehead and went to do pooja…. After coming back she applied some kohl in her eyes and some gloss to enhance her lips…she wore bangles and payal and has left her hair open…..
She had her lunch while watching tv and decided to read something in her free time…. She switched off tv and went to living room giving it a dark texture by closing all windows and switching on dim lights and the side lamp beside sofa and making herself comfortable there  with a cup of black coffee. It was a book by Agyaye “ Nadi ke Dweep “,one of her favorite book. Once started reading she just forgot everything and lost herself in the characters and story. Don’t know how much time passed with her reading when ringing doorbell drew her attention and she hurriedly came out to open the door….
A sweet smile automatically made her way to her lips witnessing her little bundle of joy Abhi and Navya back from school. Both brother and sister were arguing over some topic. Once they saw her they forgot all about their fight and just hugged her shouting mumma in their sweet voice…. she hugged them back and took their bags and closed door behind them. she changed them in comfortable dress and told them to get freshen up and come to the dining hall while she will bring their food. They came and made themselves comfortable on chair while she feed them asking about their day….. After eating she told them to take a short nap and went herself with them to bed to make sure they sleep well…. After making them sleep she went to make arrangements for evening snacks and dinner…..after arranging everything she put them in fridge so it could be easy to roast or fry them on time to serve it hot……
She completed some house chorus and opened her laptop once again to log into her account. She was searching through some sites when a site caught her attention…. Though it was new and had very few members but the content their just caught her eyes and she liked it instantly…..
This was beginning of a new phase in her life which has made her know herself in a much more better way, and has helped her to cope up with any kind of obstacles coming her way and to deal them in a more better and matured way….. It was a creation of a new her from the ashes of her own self just like phoenix. A journey was about to start, an expedition to explore and dwell in the deep layers of her own senses….
As she was going through the content of the site she find some resemblance and at the exact moment she got a call from one of her very close friend Suramya stating that it was her site and she was about to tell her about that and as now she has already liked the page so she want her to handle the page as her own and is making her the admin. She was elated with the news but at the same time she was a bit skeptical too as it seemed that she has forgot to write, & thought of writing as an admin just freaked her out. She was nervous. But her friend was in no mood to listen to her and just kept cribbing that she always wanted her to create something like that and as she didn’t take interest in doing so, so she has to lastly create that and now she will not buy any excuse of hers and she has to accept her plea … There was no escape from her dominating self & was so sure that she will soon be able to write as it is her natural instinct …. So she should not worry about that. Her constant cribbing forced her to accept her offer and that was the best thing she had ever done…..
That was not just an acceptance to be an admin but it was an acceptance to her own unexpressed self, it was a promise to her unknown desires to give them identity…. It was a promise of expression to my unexpressed self…. It was a journey to me for me in order to find me……….

It was a second time “THE MIDAS TOUCH OF EXPRESSION TO MY UNEXPRESSED SELF ‘’…….

Thursday, 31 March 2016

Nazar....



Mohabbat ki nazar ko nazrein hi pehchaan sakti hain;
Nazar mein hi to un nazron ki, beshaq jaan hoti hain;
Nazar se hi janam lekar mohabbat dil mein palti hai;
Nazar se hi kabhi girkar mohabbat dil ko khalti hai;
Nazar se jo kabhi dekho to un nazron mein jannat hai;
Nazar ki hi nazar hoti nazar mein palti mannat hai;
Nazar ki baat mat karna,nazar bebaak hoti hain;
Nazar se baat karte hi nazar betaab hoti hain;
Nazar hi to duaaon mein khudayi ko manati hai;
Nazar ki ek nazar mein nazrein khud ko haar jaati hain;
Nazar ko jab jhuka kar koi phir nazrein uthata hai;
Nazar ki is adaa par nazron ko phir pyaar aata hai;
Nazar mein basti nazron ko zara itna zata dena;
Unhein humraaz bankar raaz ye chupke bata dena;
Nazar mein janm leti hai mohabbat, dil mein palti hai;
Nazar ka maan hoti hai kabhi abhimaan hoti hai;
Nazar mein hi samarpit si wo arpit khud ko karti hai;
Nazar ki prerna bankar wo kalpit khud ko karti hai;
Nazar ki aas hoti hai who ek vishwaas hoti hai;
Nazar mein ek hokar dono ka aabhaas hoti hai;
Nazar mein janm leti hai nazar mein hi fanna hoti
Nazar mein hi wo apni zaat ka ehsaas hai khoti;
Nazar se nazron ka lamba safar hi unki niyati hai;

Isi mein unki bhakti hai,isi mein unki mukti hai……..

Monday, 14 March 2016

To become my light you have to taste my darkness first.....

Anshu


I am darkness in disguise.


To explore me you must be enlightened with a good sense of understanding having an eye to see and appreciate invisible.



You need to be courageous,passionate and patient.



You should have a mind of a wanderer and heart of a lover with a twisted intellectual and intriguing soul.



To become my dream you have to face my nightmares.



To bring me sanity you have to live my madness.



To give me peace you have to taste my chaos.



To give me happiness you have to bear my pain first and to become the moon of my night you have to be limitless in your limits.



To win me you don't have to be a lover rather you should be an art expressing and immortalizing me in every possible way.



You should be words giving me meanings.



You should be a man with words seducing my mind.



You need to ravish me with your expressions destroying me in the most beautiful way leading to creation of a new me.



To become my light you have to taste my darkness first.....





Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Par Zindagi ki khatir hum zindagi nahin ban paate hain.....

Anshu



Hone aur na hone ki kashmakash mein Zindagi barbaad hai !
Kuch hokar bhi nahin hai aur wo jo nahin hai wo hi har kahin hai...
Zindagi ko jitna suljhao ye utni hi ulajhti jaati hai;
Woh jise humari talab bhi nahi humein usi ki kami khal jaati hai....
Kya hai ye Zindagi aur kya hai ye jeena !
Zindagi ki hi khoj mein zindagi ko nahin jeena....
Jab sab kuch paakar bhi hum santosh nahin kar paate hain,
Kabhi ek ghoont paani mein hum amrit sa sukh paate hain...
Aate hain ghoom chaaw se saara jahan hum masti mein;
Par phir bhi khud ko khojte hain dhool bhari basti mein....
sapno ki duniya ke liye sapno ko hi bhool jaate hain,
Jise chahta nahin hai mann usi ke gun hum gaate hain....
Jeete hain ghut-ghut zindagi ko zindagi ke aas mein,
Bas beet jaati zindagi jeevan jeene ki pyaas mein.....
Paane ki daud mein hum sab ko to paa lete hain;
Par phir bhi apne aap ko bas khojte reh jaate hain....
Zindagi ki khoj mein khud ko bahot bhatkate hain;
Par Zindagi ki khatir hum zindagi nahin ban paate hain.....


Sunday, 24 January 2016

Tujhko Jeete Hain Hum Saanson Ki Tarah....

Anshu

Tujhko jeete hain hum saanson ki tarah aye mere sanam;
Darr lagta hai ki tu saamne ho, aur saans ruk jaaye
Jeene ki aarzoo mit jaaye jeekar tujko sanam;
Tu mere saamne ho aur mera ye dam nikal jaaye;
Tujhse zindagi ke sabhi rang hi babasta hain
Tu jo mil jaaye to har shai phir berang ho jaaye;
Main tujhe dekh loon kuch is kadar in nazron se;
Tu mere saamne ho phir bhi ,mere dil mein tu utar jaaye;
Tujhko jeete hain,tabhi to hum jee paate hain;
Tu jo aa jaaye to wo aas bhi bikhar jaaye;
Tujhse behtar mere, tere khayal hote hain;
Kya tu bilkul waisa hai ? mujse mere ye sawal hote hain...
Tujhko jeete hain hum saanson ki tarah aye mere sanam…


Friday, 22 January 2016

Mohabbat.....

Anshu

Mohabbat ka ehsaas paas hokar hi ho ye zaruri to nahin;
Kabhi kabhi dooriyon mein bhi; 
Mohabbaton ke zikr har lamhein mein ho jaaya karte hain;
Paas hokar to mohabbat har kisi ki nikharti hai;
Jo dooriyon mein khud ko sanwaar le; 
Wo mohabbatein,bandey ko khuda banaya karti hain;
Mohabbat kashi kaaba mein ya mehboob ki baahon mein bas nahin palti;
Ye wo ehsaas hai jo dilon mein ghar banaya karti hai;
Jeet bhar jaane ki bas aas nahin hoti isko,
Ye wo guroor hai jo khudi ko mitaya karti hai;
Do jism ko ek jaan bas nahin karti ,
Ye to ek jaan ko do jismon mein basaya karti hai;
Sirf bandon se hi laag ye lagati nahin,
Ye to wo ibadat hai jo bandon ko khuda banaya karti hai....
ISLIYE TO
Mohabbat ko samajh paana bahot aasaan,mushkil hai;
Mohabbat har samajh ki har samajh par raaz karti hai....