Mehfooz nahi mera dil mere pass
Kitni baar toota meri laparwahi se
Machal uthta hai bachchon ki tarah
Dimaag ko koi mauka hi nahi
Majaal hai aankhen ise ek sapna dikhaye fir main usse wo bhula sakun
 Par ab bas
Dil bachcha hai main toh nahin
Waada hai isse, ab na hi tootega, na zakhmi hoga.
Na sapne dekhega na roansa hoga
Sambhal ke ek band kothri me rakhungi ise
Jahan sirf mausiki ki mehfil hogi, mangadh kahaniyon ka jamawda hoga
Na beintehan khusi na had se zyada gam
Na sapne na intezaar
Na yakeen, na pyar, na ye ghaate ka karobaar

Dear God

I just hope that on the last day of my life all this makes sense; to me atleast
All the madness, all the impulsiveness, all the evenings, all the resolutions, all the plans...100% cancelled :), all the preparations. ..99% not put to use :), all the fears 99.95% unfounded and unrealized, all the eager waiting....100% unfructified, all the apprehensions. ..99% not materialzed :), all expected sadness...99.99% never felt :)
I hope it all sums up to something meaningful....on the last day of my life......atleast to me :)

Marete Hodenu

I was going to go back to sleep, till the tea comes, after opening the front doors for the tea walah.

But then a glimpse of the golden morning through the door and I couldn't go back to sleep.

The morning didn't let me sleep.

What a metaphor...I was going to go back my sleep of sulk from life only to wake up for the tea of work to get me going. In the process on my way to ofc I came across a glimpse of "Sanchari" for 30 sec, tempted I held open the doors and I was exposed to the blinding brilliance of this song, the lyrics speaking of a world I live in in my dreams....the music like a healing touch of a cool caress on a forehead throbbing and hot with pain.

And I couldn't go back to the sulk anymore.

Then I looked more carefully at the brilliance and I saw a face.....Where the eyes were speaking and smiling more than the lips...the face had a purity often committed but rarely found.

It made me fearless somehow. ..I don't know how and why...but I am more ready for life .....come life...

Every time I put myself out there at the same battle where a win will give me - a hug, which I can be assured of having to myself all my life; a heart, which I can try to win everyday day all over again as it will stay; a hand on my head caressing me, forgiving me all my mistakes; eyes which will look forward to look at me.

Every time I come back bruised, bleeding with a little more tattered heart that I stitch back with optimism and dreams.

I wonder, should I continue till I am left with so small pieces that can't be sewn back together or should I withdraw from the battle ground and be content.

My heart is tired, so are my eyes. My brain is ashamed of continuing to guide my tongue to keep thinking and dish out interesting conversations, with the changing palettes.

Aren't the others tired enough to confess, give up or give in.

Ab bhi chand mein khargosh nazar aata hai
Bachpan ka sukoon ab bhi kahin baaki hai
Ab bhi pehli baarish muskaan le aati hai
Upar wale ka karam, kuchh achhai shayad ab bhi kahin baaki hai

I am scared
Not for the first time
But for the first time the fear looks so real

It pushed me to be courageous enough
To accept that I am scared
To put it on paper
For the record
That I am scared

Scared of a lonely old age
Scared of having no one on whom I will have a right
Scared of not having any child ever to put to sleep
Scared of all my affection remaining locked away like a lost treasure in a crimson box of my heart
Drowned under oceans of loneliness
Lost through broken anchors of promises
Under the debris of broken dreams of togetherness
The shadows of the silence of hypocrites
The greys of the indecisive cold feeted claimers of love, who can't tell between two women through their faces or souls
Who respect one woman who created them but forgot to teach them that other women deserve the same respect, commitment and dedication

The heart that doesn't bleed anymore from stabs as it is drained long back

Whatever takes me to the next moment

http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/02/you-go-fast-im-slow.html?showComment=1455561508192&m=1


Wow... What a perspective..( the above post by RS). . I will go at my own pace. You make haste and have your undercooked, half baked dinner. I will have my tasty spread on the table and would have also walked enough by the time to look forward to and relish the dinner without guilt of gluttony. It will be as I had dreamt of with the thought and the image that can be imagined only by me. You won't have any part of it coz the charm you added to the dinner table was also my imagination of your persona. You never had any inkling or inclination but for grabbing anything to fill your stomach and kill your hunger.
The romanticism, the touch of elegance, the soft, beautiful haze of light, the tinkle of the forks and the twinkle in the eyes is me. It will not be lost by me and had by you coz you never knew, neither had an inkling of my imagination.

Thanks to RS for writing Haikus that help me get lines of thought. About this write up which is in fact my comment on sir's blog....guess I took it to a note of vengeance which is definitely not a part of practicing happiness but nonetheless it soothes me to think thus for now. Thanks for showing this approach RS.