Ghazal..!

Had-e-nigaah se, bahut door nazar aata hai;
mujhe khawab me, mera shahar nazar aata hai...!

Khuloos ki kami, aur kuch nahi lagti;
Bas koi qudrat ka, qahar nazar aata hai..!

Wo meri mushqil ho, ya teri dard bhari pukaar;
khabarnaweeson ko to wo, bas khabar nazar aata hai...!

Kisi din pee gaya tha , jo kehta hai aaj tak;
Tera diya amrit use, zeher nazar aata hai...!

Ek chaand jo meri , gali chhor gaya tha;
Aasman me wahi chaand, shab bhar nazar aata hai..!

Meri ahmiyat abhit tum nahi jaan paaoge;
kuch cheezon ka matlab, unhe khokar nazar aata hai...!

Motivation...!

Motvation may differ from 

person to person,

what motivates you may not

motivate others.

But motivation

in some or the other form

is necessary for journey

through life, in life.

The absense of motivation

leads to frustration ,

a form which is deterrent

to growth...!

Book...!

Life would have been boring

without commas and full stops

which came in between the 

sentences of my life.

Every new chapter began without

any reference to the previous one,

but some where in the midways 

the pointer came joining the flow.

The behaviour has changed from the

first chapter to this twenty sixth,

but not as much, that can't be identified.

Mother...!

She is the silent observer, 

like a light house 

which looks down the sea while 

the ships move over it.

She gives direction and guides

my soul towards the destination,

She hears my insecurities and the fears,

voices her opinion 

only when it is required,

She knows more about me

than i know myself.

Sometimes she seeks

a litlle recognition 

of her presence,

Though I never 

felt an absence

ever, 

she feels that

sometimes I look lost

somewhere in myself,

Self indulgmenet 

might do a little 

harm,

But if the difficulties 

are absent we will

not become 

what we want to,

I say in return,

My words 

not always make a sense

but the way I say

convinces her sometimes.

 

Germination ...!

When I hear the hue & cry

Over pity issues and

The bigger questions are not discussed

My heart cries over it.

People are so obsessed in the daily chores

And the problems of lifestyle,

They forget what they really want in life,

Or to put is simply as

what is their purpose

Of life.

Is it some kind of absurdity?

Flowing through the air,

And reaching everywhere,

Making people sick of

What can be called lack of

Respect for intelligence and intellectuality.

I want to discuss things

Which are not trivial in nature,

Which might engage the mind

In a constructive way,

And make us think and 

to innovate a new thought or an idea.

Love is in the air..!

Love is in the air

They say

But the atmosphere here is filled with

Smoke of hatred,

The rain is not able

To wash away

The dirt that has been

Created by time.

System...!

All the words look

 like a repetition of the past,

The originality is lost somewhere,

I cannot find the chilling thoughts

That used to pinch

In my heart,

Those feelings of sensitivity which

Made tears roll

Down my cheek,

I can see the despair

All over,

But I betray

Them as something

Which is not my

Business,

I may as well become

One of those people

With elephant skin.

I want to help

Those who can’t reach out to me,

I want to hear their cries

From here ,

I want to empathise with

Their problems,

I want to be a part of the solution

And not someone

Who is a part of the problem.

Remembering You...!

I have fallen in love again
with the weather,

the droplets on my head
and the green view outside
on the road

reminds me the season of my
first love,

when the rains came to
submerge me , under it,

the misty air blew my head,

and I couldn't stop thinking
about you,

Your trembling lips,

that night
on the bus stop,

could not utter
the emotions,

you were going through,

The heavenly touch of your skin
which I remember,
makes me warm even today,

The rains has brought back

what
was lost long time ago,

your memories...!