Sunday, 10 September 2017

DEFINING A LIFETIME


                      HEAL
Take my mind And take my pain
Like an empty bottle takes the rain
And heal, heal, heal, heal

And take my past And take my sins
Like an empty sail takes the wind
And heal, heal, heal, heal

And tell me somethings last
And tell me somethings last

Take a heart And take a hand
Like an ocean takes the dirty sand

And heal, heal, heal, heal

Take my mind And take my pain
Like an empty bottle takes the rain

And heal, heal, heal, heal
And tell me somethings last

- Tom Peter Odell •

Saturday, 9 September 2017

LOVE

IS LOVE REALLY THE FINEST HUMAN SENTIMENT?

OR LOVE IS ACTUALLY A EVOLUTIONARY TRICK TO MAKE US PROCREATE?

HUMAN BEINGS ARE SO GENETICALLY PROGRAMMED THAT THEY CAN SUSTAIN A RELATIONSHIP FOR A PERIOD OF 3-5 YEARS.THE PROCREATION PROCESS IS OVER BY THEN. AND SO IS LOVE.

TAKE CARE.
YOUR BIOLOGICAL CLOCK IS TICKING.

Saturday, 7 January 2017

lo maan liya

लो मान लिया हमने है प्यार नहीं तुमको
तुम याद नहीं हमको हम याद नहीं तुमको
बस एक दफा मुड़के देखो यार ज़रा हमको
लो मान लिया हमने है प्यार नहीं तुमको

लो मान लिया देखा ही नहीं तेरे कंIधे का वो तिल
लो मान लिया टूटा ही नहीं तेरे हाथों से मेरा दिल
छाओं में तेरी बीती ही नहीं वो गर्मी की बातें
बाहों में तेरी गुजरी ही नहीं वो सर्दी की रातें
लो मान लिया हमने ऐतबार नहीं तुमको
तुम याद नहीं हमको हम याद नहीं तुमको

:KAUSAR MUNIR

Thursday, 18 August 2016

होठों पे तेरे शिकवों का शोर है

पर यह निगाहें कहती कुछ और हैं

जो हैं मिले लम्हे कहीं छूट न जाएँ हाथ से

मिल जाने दे दिल जो बने एक दूजे के वास्ते

क्यूँ हैं दबी सी ख्वाहिशें दिल में तेरे बेवजह

जा के ज़रा उसे बोल दे चाहता जिसे तू रहा

कहीं तेरी खामोशियाँ ,जीत न जाएँ प्यार से

मिल जाने दे दिल जो बने एक दूजे के वास्ते



-“एक दूजे के वास्ते ‘‘(सोनी टेलीविज़न)

Thursday, 25 February 2016

यह न थी  हमारी किस्मत के विसाले यार होता

अगर और जीते रहते यही इंतज़ार होता

तेरे वादे पे जिए हम तो यह जान झूट जाना

के ख़ुशी से मर न जाते अगर ऐतबार होता

कोई मेरे दिल से पूछे तेरे तीरे नीमकश को

ये खलिश कहाँ से होती जो जिगर के पार होता

कहूँ किस से मैं के क्या है शब्-ए –गम  बुरी बला है

मुझे क्या बुरा था मरना अगर एक बार होता 



:मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब 

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

LITTLE TALKS ABOUT LIFE:A LESSON FROM A CHILD.

Today is probably the coldest day of the season in Jabalpur.As I approached one of its main commercial hubs, Gorakhpur, for a household errand I saw a small boy 7-8 years of age wearing a headgear-and loaded with a local two page evening newspaper-must be carrying at least 100,so much that he was almost getting crushed under their weight.I was a bit irritable –usual reaction after an average day in office-then he accosted me with a pleading look-Üncle paper loge kya’’-I gestured impatiently to the shop I had to go to,muttering under my breath and started walking off.He ran behind me-‘’Uncle ,laut kar loge kya’’-inspite of myself a small smile started to make its way from my heart to my lips.I walked off,silently.Did my errand,the humble brown  bread-and started climbing down the stairs of the shopping complex-there he was-again-this time with hope in his voice’’Uncle’’ he started to speak.I said ‘’kyon,aaj newspaper bikey nahi’’-‘’not even one’’-he replied.I said-‘’okay.kitne ka hai’’.’’do rupiya’’-he replied.I said-‘’achcha,de do’’.I fished in my purse but I had only a five rupee coin-I gave that to him.He looked at it and said-‘’çhillar nahi hai’’.I said’’theek hai beta,rakh lo’’.A smile spread across his face-‘’thank you uncle’’-he said.
I walked to my car,the irritation all gone,my faith reaffirmed in triumph of human spirit over destined adversities,smiling inspite of life’s irritants-.This young boy,uneducated in finer nuances of philosophy,struggling-maybe for his family-for that elusive good meal-that shoe he coveted-that school he dreamt of.And still-braving the chilly winds and insensitive people.I felt tiny in front of him the whole 6 foot plus frame of mine.We are in a mad rush-that corner office,the swanky cellphone,the fur coat,that promotion,-and in contrast there he was-all existence centered around a badly printed two page newspaper.
BUT THE REAL WORTH AND DEFINITION OF HUMAN LIFE I LEARNT FROM MY UNINTENDING LITTLE NEWSPAPER BOY TEACHER-this spirit is what human life is all about.The real story of our life is in these small human transactions.Value them.
As for my little newspaper boy-I intend to buy that newspaper I will probably never read-every single chilly evening I buy that brown bread.



USKEY NAAM JO MILA NAHI

जुनू के किस्से वो क्या कहेंगे, की इश्क जिनको हुआ नहीं है

किसी की खातिर नगर की गलियों, में दरबदर जो फिरा नहीं है


किसी ने हमको नहीं मिटाया, हमारी किस्मत का फेर है सब

किसी से शिकवा नहीं है हमको, किसी से कोई गिला नहीं है


मैं जानता हूँ अज़र से अबतक, मोहब्बतों की यही है किस्मत

किसी से मिलकर बिछड़ गया जो, बिछड़ के फिर वो मिला नहीं है