Contrasting Moments

Contrasting Moments ..!

Life can be a moment and a moment can be life

Sometimes it can be a two-ended knife

Days and moments of contrast do exist.. atleast for me

Sometimes the same things look so good

And the same are sometimes like the darkness of wood

I struggle to understand the fact..

And hence don't know when to act

Do things in life really depend on the situation?

And they don't have an independent meaning....

When do we stop and when do we run....

A bullet never comes back after being fired from the gun

Both sides have their pros and cons

A move depends on both the king and the pawns

Subjecting the action to the moments of good

Sometimes we might not do something we should....

Interestingly enough, moments of darkness destabilize the mind

And the actions during those moments are not the best of kind

Is it really an unsolved riddle or there is an answer?

Do we follow one course of action? Bringing us satisfaction...

Or we do things differently each time....

When should we act meek and submissive?

When should we act bold and aggressive?

Is there a chance to figure this out?

Or should I always scout?

I have tried the combinations in different contexts

but trust me there are no co-relational texts...

Impulsiveness is sometimes bad but it might work as well

As a pearl is not present in each and every shell

Finally I concluded, there is no right or wrong way....

Does that mean we all are destiny’s prey...

Well then, no point to think about it...

I feel we should go along the flow....

Embrace everything! Happiness or a blow......

Fly Free

I want to write something but I am short of words...
thoughts are all over my head while I am looking at the birds...

flying is their nature and its not fascinating to them...
but for me... its something extraordinary....

I sometimes dream that I am flying in the sky...
watching the cars, buildings and people pass by...
dazed and amazed to see me in the sky...!

This gives me a feeling of freeness...
which I always caress.........

Then I pause and think, this is not real..!
and the dream ends bringing me back to my own self.

But, there is a lesson which I have to learn...
which will help me to know how to govern....

The root of liking flying is the freedom which I enjoy...
but if I think deeply, I had the same feeling when I was a small boy...
That was the freedom of my mind, my thoughts and my deeds...
but as we grow up we are cast into a system of creeds..
destroying the real us inside, which was innocent, naive and free to glide...

Our thoughts are channeled by things which are not the most important
but they become the King and the moments of life become the ruled...
this is the way of life and everybody gets fooled...

Some of my thougts may sound like a rebel...
but its not that way... there are good ways to propel..

We cannot free ourself from the system and society....
and thats not needed to meet the almighty...

Balance is the right word.. get it right...!!
you will know when you have boarded the right flight...

Everything is important, just find the right ones for you...
life has millions of things and moments to offer....
some might be good, and in some you have to suffer...

Choose the ones that you believe are worth grabbing...
forget the ones which you didn't choose...
that will be the best way to let loose....

I wish I can do that and bring back the real me....
and then look at the birds without an envy me.....

My Inner Self

I live in a world of desires and unending fires....
Is it my fate or I can actually cut through these wires.....?

There is something inside me which makes me feel the feelings...
I do both the work.... the burns and the healings

Sometimes the door of my world opens up
Those delicate moments make me vulnerable...
I tend to be alone as the situation is unstable

It makes me think sometimes
Is that world also round ?
Does it also has a sky and a ground ?

Because some day I would love to stretch my arms and fly
Then I wonder who will save me from the eagles and lightnings
Am I a freak, or am I just too weak....

But then, who should I let into this world of mine
Do I get only one chance or is there scope for mistakes ?
Is it possible to keep eating the wrong cakes ?

When is eventually a destruction of this world destined?
Would that create a new me.. or would be a just a new picture pinned ?

Does the real self changes ever?
or is it just too clever !!
to fool us and create illusions
and nothing changes with the new fusions....

Digital ज़िन्दगी

ज़िन्दगी से कभी कभी मैं बातें करता हूँ ......
कभी कभी अपने आप से भी मैं युहीं डरता हूँ ....
कल रात जब मैंने पुछा ज़िन्दगी से , की कैसा महसूस होता है तुम्हें
जवाब काफी अजीब था ...... उसने कहा - Digital ........

मैं कुछ समझ नहीं पाया , और थोडा सा घबराया
तब हिम्मत जुटा कर मैंने फिर से सवाल उठाया .....
ज़िन्दगी ने कहा , मेरा हर एक पहलु अब technical हो गया है
ख़ुशी की खबर को चिटठी से चुरा कर email ले गया है
अपनों की आवाजें अब केवल फ़ोन पर या chat पर ही सुनायी देती हैं
अब तो अपनी परछाई भी दुहाई देती है..............................

दिन का सबसे ज्यादा वक़्त कंप्यूटर को समर्पित हो गया है
इंसान उन्नति की होड़ में कहीं खो सा गया है
हर काम मशीन से होता है यहाँ
कभी कोई चैन से सोता है कहाँ ............!!!!

हर व्यक्तित्व एक internet profile का नकाब पहने हुआ है
हर बच्चा competition और पढाई से सहमे हुआ है
माँ-बाप का फ़र्ज़ भी अब कोई और निभाता है
बच्चा चलना शुरू करते ही play -school चला जाता है.....!

हम जब छोटे थे तो खेलना-कूदना बच्चों का गहना था
अब तो email , chatting , computer -games और play -station का ज़माना है
पर क्यूँ हम इंसान को आत्म-निर्भरता से दूर लिए जा रहे हैं
अपाहिज होने के ख्वाब मुझे क्यूँ आ रहे हैं........

सबसे अज़ीज़ कभी सिर्फ हम-सफ़र होता था
सबसे कम वक़्त अब हम-सफ़र के साथ ही बिता पाते हैं...
पर मोबाइल फ़ोन के बजते ही लोग दौड़े चले जाते हैं.....

ज़िन्दगी ने थरथराते लफ़्ज़ों में कहा, मेरे जाने का वक़्त अब हो गया है....
इंसान की भावनाएं और उसके होने का स्वरुप धुन्दले से और धुन्दला हो गया है...
Digital होने का अर्थ अब शायद तेरे ज़ेहन में भी उतर सा गया है .......!!!!!!
नया चश्मा पत्थर की शिगाफों से निकल न पाया..................
ज़माना करवट बदल के भी करवट बदल न पाया...................

Kabhi Main Chala Tha.....

Kabhi na kabhi to main chala tha....
jaane kab that vo lamhaa jab main khud se mila tha
hazaaron rang hain zindagi ke... hazaaron pehlu... hazaaron pal...
koi kabhi kahin.... humein bhi mila tha...
chalte chalte jaane kahan aa gaye... kuch pal choote kuch saath aa gaye
kabhi na kabhi to main chala tha....

acche bure, nasamajh-samajhdar, chalak-bhole.....
har tarah ke logon se main bhi mila tha
kabhi na kabhi to main chala tha...

saalon ki zindagi ko samajhne chala tha...
khwab to sabhi dekhte hain..... unhein poora karne sabki tarah
main bhi chala tha... mushkilon se kabhi kabhi main bhi dara tha.....

dorahon pe pahuch kar... doston se bichhad kar...
khud ko dhoondte hue... tinke samet-te hue.. mann mein josh bhara tha...
har rah mein kisi tarah main bhi chala tha....

kya zindagi hai... kya log kehte hain... inse farq mujhe bhi pada tha...
insaano ki bheed mein kuch sachhe dost kabhi kabhi yuhin mil jaate hain
kabhi kabhi vo saath rehte hain.... kabhi kadmo ke nishaan ban jate hain...

Koi aake kehde mujhe... sab kuch to hai ek dhoke jaisa...
sach to hai mere mann mein chupa... use dhoond lun to dekhun zara
raaste mere sahi the... ya galat raaston pe bhi main chala tha....

kabhi koi dil ke kareeb aaya tha... par humne dil ko bahut samjhaya tha..
Us dorahe ka raaz main na samajh paya tha...
kaun jaane har faisla maine hi liya... kuch faisle na le kar bhi
pyaar bhara dil humne dukhaya tha.....

Jab main khud se mil paya.... bahut si baatein samajh paya....
par jo beet chuka hai us pal ko nahi chura paya...
sabse gehra sach jo main samajh paya.... is zindagi ko koi na samajh paya
har waqt sang rehta hai koi saya...
chalte chalo chalte chalo.... har ek lamha to koi bhi na jeet paya
Jeet jaane par bhi ... kabhi kabhi main samajh na paya tha...
kabhi na kabhi main khud se mila tha.....
kahin na kahin main to chala tha.......

Pedestrian

Road ahead is never straight but we think it is...
there are always some turns
sometimes the road just bends downwards and things become easier
sometimes the road curves upwards and things become difficult

when the road splits into two...
those are the most difficult points..

The split is never between right and wrong is what I believe
its just the choice which determines the forthcoming twists and turns

We always get chances to amend and anticipate the coming bend....
one who seizes the opportunity emerges victorious
captures his moments and the sun of his life is always glorious...

There is no light on this road and its always dark ahead
Each of us is blessed with a ray of hope and belief
but not everyone is able to light it to the fullest...

Sometimes I think, Is there any end to this road or it just goes on
but then the question pops up, if there is an end then what would be the dawn

A new road waiting for me or is it the end of the journey of life
If its the end, then what's the difference as everyone is bound to reach the end?
I try to justify this with something I believe
Its always the struggle and the quest that matters

what you get or achieve is something you always knew
but people who enjoy the journey are very few

Are you among those ones.....???????

Shayari...!

Saath chalne ke liye zaroori nahi hai saath hona......
par agar palat kar dekhne se ek hi parchayee dikhayi de to kya samjhein..?
kyunki kehte hain museebat mein to apni parchayee bhi saath chhod jaati hai...

Apne dil ko behlane ke liye .... tasallee pahuchane ke liye...
aur apne yakeen par sawaal na uthane ki wajah se hi
to ye yaadein kabhi kabhi chali aati hain.......