27 Dec 2014

Those Days



That was the time when I ran around these narrow streets
Full of friends and neighbor rivalries,
We laughed and cried and yet played together,
Where are those days, my friend, will it come back ever?

Remember Mona aunty walking with her high heels on?
Her red lipstick and floral umbrella for all season that go-on
We walked behind her and teased her in slang,
We were the silly fools, engaged in all local pranks.

Oh! That one day when we ragged an old man,
We pulled his walking stick, while trembling he stands,
How we were beaten and taught a lesson,
Forgiving us, he comes everyday to see us play in the sands.

Ruckus everywhere, nuisance kids we were
Not just teachers even parents would beware
Just like this we grew-up like monkeys
Suddenly we are now no-where!!

Where are those beautiful days gone?
Like each day in a year passes by,
Like each moment in a day passes by,
Like each hour in a day passes by,
Those beautiful days have just passed by!!!!!!!!

12 Sept 2014

Ye dil ki takleef hai

Ye dil ki takleef hai, Samjha nahi pathe,
Agar samjah pathe tho tumhe huin kho na dethe...
nadaan the hum, jab hamse galathi huii
varna yuin jaanboochke aapka dil na dukhathe...

yehsaas hota agar hamein ke dil kaise toot-tha
tho shayad nadaani nahi karthe,
jeethe, marthe kaise bhi hote,
par aaj tumhe hum yuin na khothe...

pyar hai hamhe aapse, ye baath itni der se samaj aayi
pyar hai aapko humse, ye baath itni der se samaj aayi
phir bhi kuin hum anjaan aur khamosh rehthe hain,
itna jaanthe, tho hum yuin na hote...

Ye dil ki takleef hai, samjha nahi pathe!!!

6 Jun 2014

Kya Hota??


Tasveer se taqdeer pata chalta tho kya hota?
Taqdeer badalne keliye insaan kafi hote!!
Dil ka dard chehre pe dhkhathi tho kya hota??
Dard kisi dard bhare dilon ke hi sahare hote!!!

Toote huve shishe kabi bol-utthe tho kya hota??
Bolthi zubaan ko koi khamoshi se chupa lethe!!!
Dil jab pyar me boltha tho kya hota??
Vohi dil dard me chup chup ke roh lethe!!

Badalon se pani na barse tho kya barse?
Zameen mahinon bhar is pyar keliye tarasti..
Banjar jab ban jaatha hai dil tho kya hota?
Sansaar na banthi,tabaahi hi tabaahi cha jaathi..

Jaane jab pyar ko itne kareeb se, tho kya hota??
Jaana tere saath jeena suhaana hota
Jaise zameen aur aasman, jaise phool aur khushboo
Jaise ankh aur ansu, jaise dil aur dhadkan
Aise na jeethe tho kya hota??
Duniya me har pyar ke naam pe dhabba hota...

Duniya me saare pyar ke nazare deke,
Koi nazara pyar ke bagair nazara nahi...
Jab duniya ko parakhna na aaye dil ko
Pyar karke bhi aap- pyar karthe nahi...

Tasveer se taqdeer pata chalta tho kya hota?
Taqdeer badalne keliye insaan kafi hote!!
Dil ka dard chehre pe dhkhathi tho kya hota??
Dard kisi dard bahare dilon ke hi sahare hote!!!


5 Jun 2014

Ek baar phir

Ek baar phir waqt mujhe usie ghadi pe lejaaye
Ek baar phir hum is duniya ko bhool jaayein
Ek baar sirf himat kar, mere kadam ulthe chalein
Tho phir ek baar hum jee bharke jeelein

Ab roya karthe hai har din har pal
Yadon ke aanson me hath doya karthe hain
Itne dil ke kareeb jo the,
Itne door kaise ho jaathe hain

Takleef na denge ye socha tha har pal
Sare khushiyon se aapko maqbool kar,
Aapke saath marna chahte hain
Ab bas marthe marthe jeethe hain

Ek baar phir waqt mujhe usie ghadi pe lejaaye
Ek baar phir hum is duniya ko bhool jaayein
Ek baar sirf himat kar, mere kadam ulthe chalen
Tho phir ek baar hum jee bharke jeelein

Ye poochon mein khuda se, kuch aisi taqat hame de
Jo dil chaye vo karein, aur hamari duniya basne de
Agar khuda sach hai, tho aap mujhe miljaayein
Na milein tho kya kahein bas, khuda mere liye marjaayein

Dard dil me jo hai, kisise keh nahi sakthe
Isse zyada hum duniya se kuch ummid nahi karsakthe
Sabse bachake aapko, mehfoos chod diya
Aapko ye dil diya, aapkeliye thod diya

Ye bath bas mere dil me rehgayi,
Kisi bhule huye qabr me dab gayi,
Jab tak aap phir guzroge nahi iske paas,
Tab tak ye wahin tadapthi rehjaayegi

Ek baar phir waqt mujhe usie ghadi pe lejaaye
Ek baar phir hum is duniya ko bhool jaayein
Ek baar sirf himat kar, mere kadam ulthe chalen

Tho phir ek baar hum jee bharke jee jaayein

19 Apr 2014

Pyaar ke mare!!!!!!!!!!

Sardi me sardi nahi hoti,
Na garmi me dhup ka yehsaas,
Jab pyar me magam ho jaaye dil,
Kya sardi, kya garmi, jab pyar ka mausam ho paas

Haan dil ko pathar banaake,
Dil me pyar ka lakheer likha,
Ab na ye lakhir mit sakthi hai
Aur na, koi pyar ka nishaan..

Bathtamizi nahi tho aur kya,
Huin hadh se guzarna?
Bekhudi me huin- apno ko chod de
Aur khud kisi ka nahona?

Nadahi kaho, ya jawani ki gustakhi,
Hum jo kar baite hai, wo nahi hogi maafi,
Upar khuda ko bhi darr hai,
Ki hum uske bhi kabi ho payenge ki nahi...

Chalo milte hai, upar wale se bhi kabi,
Aur pooche the hai pyar ke hakoomat,
Jab zindagi khatm to janaza nikhle,
Jab pyar khatm to maut ki bhi nahi naimat...

Ye silsila raha hai pyar ka sadiyon
Dil thod ke baitein hain barson se
Intazaar ab meherbaani ki hai,
Khuda se ya phir maut se!!!!


Deserted me!!!!!!!!!!

Deserted me in a deserted place,
Feels like years, since I saw you grace,
Barren it feels all the time I open my eye
Deserted it feels even when I look at the sky...

Shimmers in the night, on this barren land,
Gives hope to wait for atleast the shadow,
What hopes, what dreams I see?
Nothing seems to fill the space of thee...

Cold nights kill the smile of hope,
And chills the body like its dead for ages,
But what’s the death, when dead solely?
For you promised to live heavenly...

The world is made of love they say,
They merely say for goodness in it,
What’s the goodness about? Mere words to talk!!!
Spoken about a lot but seldom walked

Deserted me in a deserted place,
Feels like years, since I saw you grace,
Barren it feels all the time I open my eye
Deserted it feels even when I look at the sky...

18 Apr 2014

Kahan gaye....?

Wo rathon ko jagna,
Jaagthe khona,
wo girna sambhalna
wo taqdeer ka rona,
wo sari hi batein,
yadein aur ghadiyan,
wo sare dost aur
dosti ki ghadiyan,
kahan gaye aaj,
wo dil ki mulakatein
Kahan gayi aaj,
muhabbat ki batein?

Wo ladna jha gad na,
phir hasna aur milna
wo haste huye rona,
aur rote huye hasna
wo ganein wo tarane
sang sang wo pal the purane
muskurathe jo the,
wo masti ki ratein
kahan gaye aaj,
wo dil ki mulakatein
Kahan gayi aaj,
muhabbat ki batein?

wo chupna, chupana,
tanhayi me yadon se jud jaana,
wo choti si kavita pe,
yuin chid jaana,
kabi root jaayein tho,
yuin dil lubhana,
nazaron se batein,
aur baton me sharmana,
kabi nazar jukake tho
kabi nazar ghumana,
kahan gaye aaj,
wo dil ki mulakatein
Kahan gayi aaj,
muhabbat ki batein?

28 Jan 2014

View Point- PAL

Jab hum sham ke chai pe apne angan me baite the.. kuch khayal aaya…
Ye khayal aaya ki ye kya hai? Hum kya kar rahe hain?
Kali dimaag ko agar koi samjhe tho batayein… !!!
Phir hum ne khud jawad di… Ki ye… ye shayad ‘pal’ hai-

Ye Ek Pal hai,jo abhi aaya aurbas nikal jaata hai,
Phir who bhi ek pal tha jo ghoom ghoom ke vapas aata hai
Jab bhi wapas aata hai tho hamesha kuch yadon ko samet ke le jaata hai
Isko humne kaha ghungrale pal… aate jaate, aate jaate bas yadon ko ghumaate rehtha hai..
Jaise ki- roz school jaana, roz office jaana wohi aisi roz wali pal jo roz aati hai

Phir humne socha jub ghungrale pal hain tho seedhe kuin nahin…
Phir socha, ki wo pal jo kisi mod pe aate hai aur bas usmod ke baad koi aur mod nahi ho
Tho vo pal jo hame peeche mudne ka mouka na de, vo wakai seedhe pal hai
Jaise apna school, wahan se college, phir kaam, phir wahi jo jisko wapas na paa sake

Ghungrale, seeghe, ek chota pal-  aur bacha kya? lambe pal…
Yahi tho kahani hai… aadmi sabka hisaab lagaya par lambe pal ki nahi
Jo shuru kahin aur hota hai, aur khatm kahin nahi hoti
Jab ankhein milthi nahin, dil milthe hain, kasme-vade aur dil toot jaate hai- wohi pyaar ke pal
Jo sab jaante hain, papa mummy, dada- dadi, bhaiya- bhabhi aur vo sab jo saan lethe hai karthe rehthe hain…
Aise hi hain ye pal, jisko kishore kumar pal pal dil ke paas kehthe hain
Tho hrithik roshan ek pal ka jeena kehte hai…
Ab jo jisko mann me aaye kahein, mein tho kahoon har pal ko jeena zaroori hai..

Jiyo tho khulke jiyo… pal tho bahut mil jaayenge…

21 Jan 2014

Subhe se lakar shaam tak

Subhe se lakar shaam tak, shaam se lekar subhe tak...
bas yahi karthi rahti hoon, tera naam japthi rahthi hoon
Kuch yuin hi soch thi rehthi hoon, kuch khoi khoi rehthi hoon,
Subhe se lakar shaam tak, shaam se lekar subhe tak...
Main huin hi anjaan rehthi hoon...

hum milenge phir ek din, hum kahenge sari batein,
hum hasenge huin hi khulke, na karenge katti batein,
Bas yuin hi gungunathi rehthi hoon, tunhe yaad karthi rehthi hoon,
Subhe se lakar shaam tak, shaam se lekar subhe tak...
Main huin hi anjaan rehthi hoon...

Tanha hoon par tanha nahi, darthi pe hoon par soch kahin,
Zinda hoon par zinda nahi, aapki hoon par abhi nahi,
Kuch apne aap se kehthi hoon, kuch harkatein karthi rehthi hoon
Subhe se lakar shaam tak, shaam se lekar subhe tak...
Main huin hi anjaan rehthi hoon...

Mein shant hoon par dil nahi, mein khush hoon par khush nahi
aapke paas hoon par itni nahi, aur door aapho aisa lagtha nahi
Waqt se tej soch thi hoon, sapnon me khoi rehthi hoon,
Subhe se lakar shaam tak, shaam se lekar subhe tak...
Guzar the waqt ke saath guzarthi rehthi hoon

20 Jan 2014

Harini and Grandpa- continuation

Next day:
How could she sleep whole night? She was trying so hard to sleep, but her disturbed mind never left her alone. The moment she heard her aunt wake up, she woke up too. While her mom, dad and others are still fast asleep. It was 5 am in the morning and she was waiting for the sunrise.

Aunty: Oh sweety!! Why did you wake up so early?
Harini: Just like that aunty. Why did you wake up so early?
Aunty: (laughs)- I have so much to do… before your grandfather goes on his walk I must be done with teas and coffees prepared for everyone and before anything I have to look at the cows, feed them, clean the veranda and get prepared for the rest of the day.
She keeps walking and talking- as she collects hay enough for the cows in the shed..

Harini: (walking along with her aunty)- don’t you want o brush your teeth and wash yourself before all this?
Aunty: yes I will. Once I am done with the cows, I am going to start with my brushing and freshening and other regular activities.
They walk to the corner of the wall in the backyard where they generally freshen-up. Aunty is busy crushing the charcoal…

Harini: What are you doing aunty?
Aunty: Nothing…  why don’t you go and get your toothpaste and brush…?
Harini: I will get it, but what are you doing? (her aunty has the crushed coal powder in her left palm)
Aunty: Well, I am going brush my teeth in the meanwhile you too go get your necessities to freshen-up. We will then go to the garden and get some flowers and also decorate the entrance with some designs…
Harini jumped immediately and rushed to her bag, unable to find her things- she wakes- up her mom
Irritated with her rudeness- Lakshmi: Whats with you Harini, you don’t event let mama sleep well.
She gets back to the backyard and goes to her aunt… she screams of shock->
Aunty…. Your mouth is all black… throw that…
Aunty: stops it immediately and says, stop it.. don’t scream everyone will wake up.. This is what we use to brush our tooth..
Harini: really! Aunty show your teeth.. (she tried hard to peep in and see if her aunt’s tooth was still white as hers or not) and continues in amazement
Aunty, if brushing teeth was so simple, why should I use my toothpaste and brush? Give some of your black powder to me too…
Aunty: Oh no dear child, this is for older ones only. Kids don’t use this. Come lets do some work.

Jumping like a baby deer, she goes after her aunt… He aunt cleans the veranda, spreads the cow-dung to flatten the ground and starts with some dots and curves along the sides. Harini not knowing what it was tries her hand on it too… her aunt stops her as she felt that Harini would spoil her effort and engages her in some conversation… Tired with the talks so uninteresting, Harini run’s in…
She kept running from one room to another, from one corner of the hall to another; she kept waking one person after the other in search of her grand father. Finally she stopped after her failed attempt. Goes out again to her aunt and asks her where her grandpa was…

Aunty: Well, your grandpa just went out…
Harini: What? He went out did you say? But where? How can he go like that?
Aunty: Why are you so worried? He will come soon..
Harini: No… I am waiting to go out with him..
Harini did not know that people in villages wake early to go to a far distance to defecate. She thought it was all organised as it was in her city. Aunty did not know how to explain this, she says:

Generally elders go out in the morning to a far place to see the sunrise. To see the early morning sunrise is good for health and keeps one fit. This is meant for elders only as only they know the process to be followed to keep their health fit. Now don’t worry, go back and sleep or take shower, I am going to be busy… alright?

Harini: frowningly- with perfunctory lips protruding out says - No aunty.. grandpa cheated me… He said he will take me along with him on morning walk and show me kanchus…
Aunty: What? Kanchus… what do you do with kanchus? They are not meant for you… its  a boy thing baby… now stop crying.. I’ll show you something which is girly today.. okay?
Harini: no aunty… no no no…

Aunt stops her try to divert her mind.. and continues with her work… coming back slowly to home is her grandpa… walking home with his Lungi held in one hand and a plastic tumbler in the other… From a distance harini sees him and screams… Thatha… (Grandpa)…. And runs towards him… while he shoves her away.. Harini ignored it and held his wrist and continued… why do you leave me and go? Come lets go and find them…

Grandpa murmurs to his daughter-in-law- how to answer this girl? And laughs vaguely… while she answers, I told her you went to pray to sun god… you better keep it going, else she’s gonna eat your brains up to find the right answer… and laughs
Grandpa: baby, I’d been to do some regular work. I haven’t still gone on walk. Go get me some tea, aunty will give. Then we will get freshened and go on our walk.
Happy harini… laughs. She whisper’s in her grandpa’s ears… did you know a while ago aunty’s tooth was black… giggles… she was looking so ugly.. don’t tell her I told ok… grandpa nods his head… promise… she leads her hand out. He dint know what it meant… he just held her palm… she goes in to get him his tea cup.. grandpa murmurs all alone- crazy girl…

In no minute she rushes out with hot cup of tea… seeking help to get rid of the heat, she runs shouting… 
thatha…. He runs insides towards her and immediately takes the tea cup from her hand.. he says aloud, could not someone give it in a plate, how does the child know to hold a hot cup of tea and walks her out. He tells her to get ready to go on his regular morning walk. In an hour’s time both walk out ready to take a stroll into the village. As they start to walk, harini starts with her story about how she spent whole night, her fanciful dreams, her wishful thoughts about this morning and so on… grandpa continues to laugh and nod and humms and haahhhsss…


As they continue to walk into the village they are greeted by various people; people going to the field, ladies filling their pots of water carrying them to their homes… pots and pots everywhere, on their waist, on their head, in their hands, all very well balanced… most of the scenes from the village where very interesting, and shocking to Harini.. At times she wondered how people were so talented, how they learnt the way they were and how she was ignorant of so many things.  Sometimes she her grandpa about who was wishing him, sometimes who would ignore him, sometimes to which place they were headed and sometimes bang on agenda- where were the kanchus…  Grandpa was just loaded with questions and blank of answers… there go, on and on and on…. Like as if they were nomads going to no-where that they know. 

16 Jan 2014

Harini- continued

In a small town called “Buddipura” is a tiny little village called “Daddarahalli”, accommodating about sixty houses, each house distanced at on an average about a yard. Beautiful red tiled roof tops, covered with greenery, every backyard has a cow-shed, and everyone owns farm-land good to grow crops and make their living.  Like every village in the town, even this village has a small temple right in the middle, alongside is the typical big-banyan tree that we see in common in most of the villages. Always under the tree are the famous three: the monkeys, the oldies and the younger lot. This was mostly standard in most of the Indian villages. Something unique about “Daddarahalli” is that mostly everyone was innocent and never grew-up smart to learn anything new. Hence, there is absolutely no change in this village since its formation and has no evolution, until unless one day….

A small girl named- Harini, gets off her father’s car and starts running after a small little lamb that was lost in the field. The lamb ran and so did Harini.. and after her was her mother Lakshmi. Lakshmi was not new to the village, because she grew-up in this village till she was 17 yrs, but was shocked to see no changes from the days she left. She was married to the son of the Panchayat head of the neighbouring village- called Huccharalli. Huccharalli was famous for people falling madly in love and going to any extent to marry the person one loved. Similar was the case with Lakshmi. She met Manju at a carnival that took place at Buddipur and the next thing he did was to ensure she was married to him. Post their marriage, they moved away from their parents and went far from their respective villages to start a new life. Finally they return on this day to pay respect to their elders on the occasion of Golden Jubilee of his father- called Shashtipurthy.
As this little girl ran after the lamb, she counters a mad beggar and stood still of fear. Lakshmi, go close and holds her hand and slowly takes her back along with her. Harini was a girl who has no stop to her questions or her curiosity. Lakshmi was so done with Harini sometimes that she would just ignore her and walk-off with humms and ahhs.

Harini: Maa, who was that?
Lakshmi: A Man..
Harini: He looked so bad… why?
Lakshmi: Because he was bad…
Harini: Why is he bad?
Lakshmi: Because he’s not good
Harini: Is he not like us?
Lakshmi: He is like us… but different
Harini: How different? Dint gods make him like he made us?
Lakshmi: God made him like us, but he became bad..
Harini: Is god has made him then how can he be bad?
Lakshmi: Because sometimes we forget what is bad- he makes bad creation too…
Harini: If everyone is made by god- everyone is good right?

Lakshmi gets irritated and stops her from asking further questions. Harini, angrily goes to her dad. As they keep walking, she’s diverted with various things she sees on her way to her grandpa’s home. Every time she slips to touch and feel something, Manju and Lakshmi stops her from doing anything… but her questions couldn’t wait inside her- she ask’s Manju the same questions again-

Harini: dad- : If everyone is made by god- everyone is good right?
Manju took a second or two and said:
Yes, that’s right! But if everyone is good then how do we learn what’s bad?
Harini: Why should we learn what is bad?
Manju: True, but if you don’t know what is bad, then you will do mistakes and when you do mistakes no one will correct, if no one corrects you then you will continue to do mistakes and one day you will become sad…

Not very convincing to Harini, but atleast this kept her mind busy…

Bored with her parents, Harini stops looking at things and with a frown face drops her head down and walks aggressively along with them to be done as early as possible- till they reached her grandpa’s place.

Still 6 yrs old, active, energetic and filled with energy, Harini couldn’t wait to slip from her parents. She kept running here and there in the entire house. Houses at villages are so different to the ones that they lived in the cities. She enjoyed to the fullest. It was the celebration time and house was filled with relatives. What else would a kid of that age need, a good company to play around and a good reason to escape from parent’s sight. They she was with her cousins, in the backyard garden… teaching the names of the flowers and plants that she knew in English to her cousins from villages… 

Evening:
It was evening when she returned home back to her parents- she was quiet. This was a strange scene for her family members. Lakshmi was busy enough with her extended family members and relatives and knows no matter about Harini and so was Manju. But Harini’s grandpa who was sitting quietly in the varanda of his home, kept watching her for a while. He was wondering what must have caught her mind that killed the joy in her. He looks at her and thinks very hard to figure it out in silence.

Harini, the little kid found a top lying somewhere at home and was looking at how it spins when its rolled on ground. Slowly she turned towards her grandpa and smiled… Quiet again, looking at the nail that’s forced in the top – vertically, she was wondering how was the wood carved to give it its shape, where was the space for the nail and how was it pushed inside? Finally the silence broke-

Harini: Grandpa, Who made this?
Grandpa: The guys who make tops for kids?
Harini: Who are they?
Grandpa: Some silly fellows who don’t know any other work in the village baby.
Harini: What is this called?
Grandpa: We call it “ Buguri”?
Harini: Whats the meaning? Why is it called Bugri?
Grandpa laughs and murmers- so this was is keeping your mind occupied. Said: who gave this to you?
Harini: I saw cousin playing with it while I was returning home from the gardens. He left it there and I picked it up. All the boys along with him had one of this and each was playing it differently…

Grandpa: Oh!! Well, this usually is a boy’s game and it’s just a silly thing. But it’s a very old game. We used it play it as well when we were kids. We were a gang then- just like your cousin has one. We would bet on whose top sins for the longest duration and the winner would get a “kanchu” from each one of in the team… I’d usually win most of the “Kanchus” and would immediately rush to the wooden attic we have and store it in one of the empty pickle pots. It was fun..  until my mom one day got wild on using her pickle pot and threw them all. Upon back-answering her for her annoyance she whipped me hard with the cow whip and chased me away to the field to work. I was a naughty one those days.

Harini totally forgot the questions that were running in her mind and started laughing- she said- hahaha… you got hit by your mom? Did you cry also? Hahha…
Grandpa- Oh yes.. she hit me every silly reason and always nagged at me for not helping ym father in the field like other did. But I’d never go because father had enough servants those days to help him in the field and I just dint like to sit alone on the bunds watching at them… I’d run towards the well for swimming or go to farm lands that had fruit bearing trees. Climb them, steal the fruits along with my friends and return only by evening. I’d come fully shabby, sometime- cloths tore and worn, at times with pocket full of Kanchus…  hahahhaha Both laugh.
Harini: Grandpa- Can you teach me how to climb trees?
Grandpa: Oh no!! if I did that your mom will come hitting me… She’s changed a lot now. Not like the days I saw her at daddaralli- Given a chance she’s change your village name from daddaralli to something better… hahaha… both laugh again…
Grandpa was thinking about Harini and going back in time when her daughter would sit with her and spend time paying attention all his stories. Nalina- his daughter as a small kid was as bubbly, friendly, joyful soul as was Harini and would never stay away from him.
Harini: Grandpa- what is the meaning of Kanchu? Can I get one?
Grandpa: Well, … hummm… ah.. Ok.
Firstl thing in the morning, we’ll go on a walk together. I’ll get you one. Ok?
Happy Harini knods her head and hears her mom calling- Harini, if you don’t answer me now, I’m leaving you here and going back to town. Well, that was so much like Lakshmi, who is been calling for her for a long time now. Harini had left it run like a music in the back of mind.
Harini- Oh no grandpa- I don’t want to go to town… unless I see the KANCHU…
She was very cozily siting on her grandpa’s lap till the story was on and now rushed at winds speed to her mom with the same excitement…