tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39715725830845483512024-02-19T15:07:11.209+05:30AashiHi frnds, this is the new blog I've created. Those who have been following me in my older blog,plz keep supporting me...and welcome,those who are new to my blog.. hope you like my posts...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-52069779372517338172012-12-19T12:41:00.000+05:302012-12-19T12:41:02.496+05:30Out of my Nest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-7676213132234979992012-12-18T19:20:00.000+05:302012-12-18T19:37:26.449+05:30Scars on the body can still heal but not those left on the mind! Yet you think you have all time in the world to think on it?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Every once in a while I pick up a newspaper only to get horrified. Every
time I watch a TV and the reality strikes me and every moment I wondered over
spending a night all alone, the issue pinned me. Elders often ask us not
to get perturbed by such news, but it </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">isn't</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> that comforting either.</span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Last few months have seen back to back cases of young girls being
raped, mauled, assaulted, brutalized, harassed, shoved off a running train or
left locked in a house without</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: #666666;">food</span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">or water for months together. Umpteen cases of rape in a span of just
24 hours in every district of the nation used to sound dreadful; now it’s a
part and parcel of life. There would not be perhaps a single girl not having
one such frightful story in her kitty.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> As</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: #666666;">media</span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">brings these images to us in a 24x7 witness, the news seems to have </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">anesthetized</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> us out of our ability to empathize, react or protest. Are we a citizenry bereft
of any human emotion and conscience? Our silence condones crime. Our apathy is
their power source. Our indifference is the curtain these criminals hide
behind, each time they ruin a woman’s life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">More than twenty cases of rape and molestation were reported in Haryana,
in a month; let alone Delhi and rest of the country. And mind you, twenty is just
another number which have been figured out; Heaven knows how many complaints
the police refused to lodge. Add on to that, the number of cases which were not
reported at all due to varied reasons like family reputation, the victim being
too ashamed or afraid, the victim being murdered etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">The toll of gang rapes seems to be increasing day by day. An ongoing
struggle for emancipation of women seems unending; or, shall I say, redundant? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Going through a few back end stories of some of those cases, we find
out that reasons for such inhumanity is that the accused wanted to teach the
victim a lesson. Lesson for what? Because she refused to surrender before their
unending, unethical pleasures; because she retaliated to their molestation;
because she raised her voice! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">What I see, the more such cases are being unearthed, the more these
heinous crimes are happening! From one end of the country we come to know about
a 6-year girl being raped by a father, and the entire “rape-culture” itself
changes. Worse becomes the worst. Their inner animal would have mocked, “What
an idea Sirji! Why the hell was I hunting down outside home when I have so many
daughters/cousins/sisters?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">The moment an acid attack case hit our ears, galore of such cases started
piling up. Probably, they got yet another Sirji’s idea. “A 50 bucks acid would
satisfy my virility; or a lesson for her should satisfy my ego.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">You always see what you tend to see. They choose to see various methods
to answer their overexcited hormonal calls from the pain and agony of women.
And the government, society, feminists, pro-feminists and thinkers talk of
emancipation of women’s destiny! It’s not their mentality, its sickness; they
are the sufferers of low self esteem. You arrest them today and then release
tomorrow to feed their sexual drives again. India has now become a land of wild
and vile. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Who are these men walking with us in the crowd and committing such
heinous crime? Bringing on such news should make them realize of what they are
doing. But is it happening? From any angle, do you see a sense of penance in
their eyes? It’s not. It’ll not. Such news will give them new ideas to continue
with their desires, ideas to </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">sodomize</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">! That’s it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">No, I am not asking to keep such news at low; not to raise your voice.
But only raising voice won’t work. A story should always end with a moral. The
headlines must change from “A girl was allegedly raped” to “An attempted rape
was FIRed and a finger has been taken out of his body.” Personally, I have
surrendered hoping that the mentality of men would change. No, the situation
would only keep getting worse. No education, morale or therapy can make them
gentlemen. Because they are not men, they are animals! Capital punishment is an
easy walk. That girl who is gets raped dies every day; every morning waking up
she fights with herself, fights with the mockery of the society, fights
answering how ‘exactly’ was she raped, fights for being a ‘She’! Capital
punishment </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">doesn't</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> justify those tears. Such people should also be agonized and
tortured to death!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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the strangers who took away my sanctity;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the injustice I bore yet never seemed pretty;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Against
the darkest night I fear talking even to myself;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Against
each tear that ran through my eyes on itself;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Against
the present with a violence;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the people who never realized my essence;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Against
the world that took away my toy;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Against
the rules that killed my joy;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Against
each devil the government spare<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dare! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-1576053149798234962012-12-06T18:46:00.000+05:302012-12-06T19:06:07.427+05:30Yes, I Killed You - An Open Letter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pray the angels come and usher you into God's presence</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May they carry you, like I wanted to, when you fall asleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May His love on you be overwhelming, dear daughter!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May you laugh in the presence of the angels,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The curse of death loses its sting, sooner or later..!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Although God called you home so early,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With so many dreams we had, so many songs unsung.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those lullabies that I tucked in my bosom,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You'll be in my heart, in my dreams.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The moments we had I will carry through, benumb.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know I am the sinner, and yet,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On bended knees I pray for you,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As tear splash down my cheek.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These tears in my heart will water my prayers</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To you near His heart, may He keep..!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You have every reason to push me away</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You, and should, hate me for this way</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am the culprit, I do confess</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dying in the dead trepidation I pray you listen</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The story of your mother, her cries forbidden..!!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Perhaps everything that frightens us is</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Something helpless that wants our love.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Torn with anxieties and blighted,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Far from the Lord’s world even I came</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only not to be expected.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a clay toy we play with in summer,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is left to mix itself with mud in rain.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I grew up as a broken part of a tree</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bled with the orgy of</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ignorance and disdain.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Never allowed to raise my voice,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I acquired a habit of permanent astray,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Never admitted how I hated the wolf-whistlers</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like hungry crocodiles ready to devour their prey.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sanctioned it, through their action and my inaction.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A hapless girl with the image of my prince,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I used to dream of every night.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A little heaven of hope mixed with despair</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That he will enter my life,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the dark days will one day be fair.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day came; I did not know would be so dark</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A fool’s paradise I was in; I was sold out.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dreams that I would make his life heaven</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh! I was a burden for them too</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They demanded their voice out.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yet I endured, life can’t be so ruthless</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, perhaps, I am at my right place</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hands that he has held mine, fluttered my heart</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With bricks, he has made this house</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’ll give it my soul, my every part.”</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Alas.! Even that was not meant for me.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If he would only smile,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would have given him my heart.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If he would only just grazed my hand,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would have undressed both of us.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But a subjugated soul couldn't dream so pure.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where I wanted to love him,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He craved for my body.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where I yearned for his touch,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He embarrassed me with an authority.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O daughter! How should I put my tears in words?</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The fear, the turmoil, the torpid, the chain</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wretched me through each day year-by-year</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From an infant I grew too old,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With a hope, nothing is permanent, my dear!</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Alas! Nothing has changed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The body is still susceptible to pain</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It only has to eat and breathe the air; and sleep.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blood flows within the thick skin, I don’t know why.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The body shudders as it shuddered,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now voice doesn't come out, I have stopped to try.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Alas! Nothing has changed.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tortures are just as they were,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only the houses have grown bigger.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The fact that I am a girl still haunts</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It bruises, swells, oozes, bleeds and linger.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Alas! Nothing has changed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s just that men have become more foppish outside.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Their ways to argue their righteous and justify are fancy.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the howl with which the body answers to them,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was, is and ever will be a cry over death</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">According to the age-old agony and pitch.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Alas! Nothing has changed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Except for the course of rivers,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The line of forests, the color of flowers,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The stretch of coasts, deserts and glaciers,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The tides of oceans, the anguish of nature,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The height of mountains, the number of creatures.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Except perhaps the manners of society</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The eccentricity of ceremonies and culture</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Evolution of science, books and gadgets</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The dreams, the aspirations</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Leisure, attitude, sports and matches.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, amidst those landscapes still wanders my soul,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It disappears, returns, draws nearer, moves away.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A stranger to itself, phlegmatic,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unsure, uncertain of its own existence,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As if the body has nowhere to stay.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In that mannerism, the soul suffocates</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The movement of hands to shield the head remains the same.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The body writhes, jerks and tries to pull away.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So many lives at stake, still they sit so calm</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As if they have all time in the world to fix the problem.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They say you are what you do, not what you say.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What they did to me made me cry at times</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And made me spend sleepless nights</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The religion they boast of,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am in all their worship.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yet, as a wife at home, I am battered</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a girl child, I am killed</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a student, I am tricked</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a worker, I am asked</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As a stranger on the road, I am raped.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bore it somehow, I know not</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How I gathered the strength.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I couldn't muster up the courage</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To see you in the same pain at length</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the dreams of a future bright</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the feeling what I was doing the best</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I killed you…</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I killed you with my own bloody hands.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've closed my eyes to their hypocrisy for long enough.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s time for the awakening, I prefer..</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of my soul and their conscience. But</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to let you know that you have my love forever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Learn, my child, to look at life early as a serious matter.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s is hard; it does not pamper anybody,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And for every time it strokes you</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It gives you ten blows.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Become accustomed to that soon,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> But don't let it defeat you.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Decide to fight.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Close the door and cry out loud,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But never show the tear to those proud.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to sing you the song of your own strengths.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want you to tell a different story.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want you to be just you, not anyone else.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To be unique, beautiful, individual self.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want you to be out loud grateful with you.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to you believe in that is bigger than you.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to help you have a go at choices.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to help you savour being in the world.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to encourage you to get up and try again</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And have another go.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to help you find your signature strengths</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So that you can give to others and be kind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You have to keep this story running</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because it’s time for my goodbye,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But you have to fight.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not because you hate the present less,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> But because you love the future bright.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When your innocence does not make you vulnerable,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When your love does not make you weak,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you muster the courage to fight back tear,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Come back to my womb, my love,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That pain of being a mother, I will proudly bear…</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“<i>Assalam Alaykum Baba</i>, if I may call you so. I am your grandson’s new tutor. From today I’ll teach him Science, Math and Hindi and I must tell you he managed to impress me on the very first day itself,” I said with a bit of hesitation to a septuagenarian. His aged skin was moulded into an almost permanent beam. Years of ups and downs were etched by every deep line and wrinkle on his face. Yet his unruffled eyes never seemed to be permanently lost deep into his thoughts and unhappiness. His lips were slightly turned down and his forehead had deep creases that pulled his eyebrows losing. Constantly struggling with the melancholy that washed over him</span>, he raised his eyes to greet me. “<i>Namastey beta</i>,” he said humbly folding his hands before me. “I am glad you are able to take out time for my grandchild and his friends. Mind you, they are all very naughty; they might get you on nerves,” added chuckling.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“Pleasure would be mine. I am bored to death. You are any time welcome to my home. And it’ not a compensation, it’s an invitation. No strings attached,” saying this, the grey head of the old man drooped again</span>.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">And then it became a custom. Daily after my engineering classes, I used to teach my students, if I may say so, for an hour or so and then rush to <i>Baba</i>’s room. He started telling numerous invaluable things which I would never find in any book. His age demanded restrictions in movement, but his thoughts were still liberal, unobstructed, and loud and clear - music to my ears. Day by day, the family became a part and parcel of my life – my student was more like my child and <i>Baba</i> more of an inspiration. He narrated me stories of holy Quran, didn’t miss an opportunity to come closer to the two longest epics where I actually found I knew lesser than him, gave a daily food of thought, philosophy of living and the strength of an independent mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I can never forget his remarkable message,” Remember, it's possible for you to join the rest of the world and still retain your liberty and ideals. Being honest is not enough; it has to be in a right direction. There is no point admitting honestly with pride I am a killer. Your honesty should follow your deeds and then humility. Mistakes are meant to be acknowledged, don’t court it with excuses and problems of life.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">A hapless language-freak that I was, he started tutoring me with Urdu. I had entered the doorsteps of his home as a teacher least and pleasantly knowing I myself would become a student of such an adorable teacher. Going back home, I used to write my name in all possible languages I knew and cherish. By then I had added another book to my shelf.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I had celebrated <i>Eid</i> many a times with my friends back in school, college and otherwise. But that was an <i>Eid</i> I observed closely. Seeing <i>Appi</i> (that’s how I used to address <i>Baba</i>’s daughter-in-law and my student’s Mom) and other family members arranging for prayers and feasts used to excite me and I placed an urge to keep a-day fast to get a better feel. To my surprise, he agreed. He explained the rituals that are followed, <i>Appi</i> was given the charge. I still remember how much I had eaten on the grounds of fast for the next day and <i>Baba</i> could only laugh at my full-toss drama. I tried mugging the prayers to be offered and the prostrations. But disappointed I sat next to him,”<i>Baba</i>, I am a disgrace. I couldn’t remember the prayers – the words seem too difficult and time is so less. I should better postpone this thought of keeping fast until I am prepared.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">He said, “God, be He your or mine, receives only one language – submission. If you have good intention and an innocent heart, these scriptures and verses do not matter. I am a learned man, so I will teach you how to pray but do you know why to pray?” Those words had a magic. Faith and love cannot be persecuted and my faith meant no harm. I was not to be bound in the pool of compliance, I wanted to float and swim in it. I was made to prostrate next to <i>Appi</i>. I closed my eyes and murmured,”My Lord, I am a child and in plain words I have a wish list. <i>Baba</i> said you are a polyglot, so says my Mom. So here I am. I seek your attention. And this selfish girl has her wishes to be fulfilled.” I touched <i>Appi</i> when she was offering Namaz. It was bliss, an inner peace and to my wonder the very next day I received what I had prayed for. I got my <i>Eidi</i> – my first <i>Eidi</i>.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Children celebrated <i>Diwali</i> with me and shared the <i>Diwali</i> gifts my biological family had sent. <i>Baba</i> showed so many dimensions of life and righteous. The marked words used to remind me of my father – same thoughts worded out from different mouths. We discussed, argued, complimented each other and squabbled around like pals. Then a miscible part of the family, <i>Appi</i> expressed, “I wish you were a Muslim. I would have made you all mine.” Even I cherished. But the words of the egalitarian grand old man I can never forget, “You don’t have to amend yourself to be my daughter. This would be grave to my teachings, love and blessings. I adore you the way you are and it’s your innocent heart I would always want to keep with myself. Life teaches one to play many roles and abide by many relations with a single name. That’s its beauty. Don’t ruin its magnificence.” He then whispered some <i>Quranic</i> verses in my ears and said, “You are my daughter. That’s how we welcome our children when they are born. It’s just an expression of showing affection. Be the same. God doesn’t seek a name, he seeks a moral heart.” Saying this he called all my students who were there standing with a <i>Rakhi</i> to be tied on their wrists by me. That day was <i>Rakshabandhan</i>.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Indeed <i>Baba</i>, you didn’t change me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> You added a new me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Last year when you left me and this world, I am left with these reminisces and memories. I still don’t remember the prayers, but when I close my eyes and somehow He listens promptly. Whenever I give up and the dawn breaks, I muster up courage to give one more try. I am still selfish, but trying to learn the art of forgiveness. I am still stubborn, but don’t ruin my apology with reasons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">But at the end of the day, I miss you. May you rest in peace!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">And I know you had asked me to keep us at low because the world is too blind to understand humanity. But as you had taught, if even a single candle is glowing somewhere, there is still a hope. If even one person could make out what I learnt from you, that would be my tribute to you..!!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I was weak; He came as an Al-Mukeet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I only know I am loved<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">They consider them pure<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">My heart liked following you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">You walked ahead, still I didn’t pry<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Not a stuff to be clawed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-75913572978285353982012-11-04T00:12:00.001+05:302012-11-04T00:18:20.026+05:30A Reason To Wait ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">I felt like
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<span lang="EN-US">I see
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<span lang="EN-US">That’s what
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<span lang="EN-US">Lunatic me,
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<span lang="EN-US">A love pure<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Now I am
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<span lang="EN-US">Would you
consider me an eye-sore?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A cue for
my budding love, you had said:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">"Presumptions
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<span lang="EN-US">And you can
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<span lang="EN-US">With whatever
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<span lang="EN-US">Some say
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<span lang="EN-US">For most
things that's explainable,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But in your
arms and with your heart's affection<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I found a
brief moment of perfection<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You rested
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<span lang="EN-US">I never
knew that loving you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But scared
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<span lang="EN-US">If it's a
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<span lang="EN-US">My mind..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> My evil mind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Coy to his
love, an eager slave<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You had
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<span lang="EN-US">That enchanted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You had
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<span lang="EN-US">Like there
was no tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I had suddenly
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<span lang="EN-US">My past
sorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A surreal
mix of fact and fantasy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">All I
needed was a cue<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">For I was
scared of losing you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If only you
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<span lang="EN-US">With the
touch that I still crave for<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He said:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">"Baebie,
presumptions are grave<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I love you
and you are mine.." :)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> </span>But then
perplexed that you were:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">“I love you
but then<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I fear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">In the
times to come<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Can I see
you this near?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">An era
seems to pass <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">From where
I stand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I am afraid<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">If I am
worth holding your hand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Kissing
your lost eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I uttered:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I choose
you over life and death<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Don't worry;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> I'll move heaven and hell to get there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">You can't talk;
you won't talk about it,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I
understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">But put
your worries in my hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Lay your
head down,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And believe
that <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I will do
anything to stop your tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Without a
sword<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Or a great
white horse<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Or armor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">You are my
prince <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Whom I'd
swoon over, any day<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">So go and
do your prime job<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I'll wait
for you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Until I get
into my graveyard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> </span>Today that
we are apart</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I think of
it every time<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXikf27XFmKWYLl5HUZnWoJ_3gxyndWkjKB4y2wO4coBr_0r35-SXk9o2shBrZICKyJvH0mr4GxXUOljWJACxb51VBjcpjx1C-dBwozSo2ctoY0k-sMjdKJGyJ9ujMYFnxM-DUywN5Pgs/s1600/IMG00148-20120523-2257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXikf27XFmKWYLl5HUZnWoJ_3gxyndWkjKB4y2wO4coBr_0r35-SXk9o2shBrZICKyJvH0mr4GxXUOljWJACxb51VBjcpjx1C-dBwozSo2ctoY0k-sMjdKJGyJ9ujMYFnxM-DUywN5Pgs/s320/IMG00148-20120523-2257.jpg" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-US">That I look
at the stars<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I love you
with fervor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">That time
can never reverse<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I had given
you the promise<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I am only
yours<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">This memory
is mine<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">But that
moment was ours<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And I make
it today<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">For I know
one thing,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">My love for
you is blind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And it will
always be that way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I know you
will come back<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">You are not
gone, you are just away<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">After all,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">You taught
me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Presumptions
are grave<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Do I have a
say? :)</span></div>
</div>
Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-90782935720414693872012-10-30T22:36:00.002+05:302012-10-30T22:52:06.507+05:30Apne Apne Ajnabee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;">ek umr hai jo guzaarni hai unke begair hamein</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;">ek lamha hai jo kaata nhi jaata</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;">woh apne hoke bhi paas nhi hote</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;">yeh dard hai jo dil ke qareeb hota hai</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;">yeh dekh mohabbat mein laparwaahi hamari</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.981481552124023px;">woh ab nhi toh zindagi jeena bhool gaye</span><br />
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deewaron pe likhe mere naam ko mitaana bhool gaye<br />
<br />
woh khamosh rehkrrr bhi sadaaein mujhko dete hain<br />
dikhaate nhi, prr apni mohabbat ki wafaein mujhko dete hain<br />
woh kehte hain hum ajnabee hain, saath nhi antim saans tak<br />
prr apni saanson mein meri duaon ki mehekti hawaein rakhte hain<br />
<br />
yeh ajeeb hi kasmakash hai hans na dena yaaron<br />
hum rulate bhi hain ek doosre ko<br />
toh ek doosre keliye..!!!</div>
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-90856707114018454202012-10-30T22:24:00.001+05:302012-10-30T22:24:28.967+05:30The Story Untold ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">“Doctor,
are you sure? Really, I don’t have time?” she asked. Doctor remained silent, as
if he was trying to be hopeful. But quickly he added, “You have a month with
you. You still have hopes.” She couldn’t understand, “I am so young, I am only
26. My life hasn’t even started. My career has not even taken its shape. I was
supposed to support my family. What happened to me?” Thinking all these she
left the hospital. For the first time the honking streets and the hustle and
bustle of surroundings didn’t bother her.
She sat in a park – the park which had always been her second home, the
place where she becomes a child, and the place which makes her forget the
bitterness of life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">But that
day was a different day. Every word of the doctor was echoing in her ears –
vibrantly and clearly and was tormenting her. She was feeling helpless. It was
as if the life was making her mad but asking her to calm down; as if she was
bleeding but could not even ask why she was stabbed. She saw her friends playing
a new game. They were those friends of her with whom she used to enjoy playing
hide-and-seek, merry-go-round - the games which the time had forgotten. Those
kids were sobriquet of smile for her. But that day she didn’t feel that
enthusiastic anymore. She was chained, she was lost. Seeing her sitting on the
bench, her friends came jumping to her to play “What’s Special Today” – a game
she had created in which everyone had to narrate one good thing one learnt that
day. But that day she could not admire her day. She recalled she had forgotten
to have a couple dance with the vegetable vendor – a customary 2minutes dance
she used to make sure she spends with a 60-year old woman selling vegetables by
the side of road that falls towards her home. Haplessly she went astray. She
did not, after a long time, forget to rejoice the brilliant sunshine that
shafted through the skylight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">She came
back to her room only to find her roommate was not there. She switched off the
lights and sat quietly until her landlady knocked at the door. But she was not
hungry; she was numb and was not able to understand what was happening to her.
She called up her Mom to footloose herself.
The moment she heard her Mom’s voice, she could not speak. This was
certainly not a thing she had ever wanted to tell. She shaking lips remained
locked and she sat back speechless. Drops of tears passed through her eyes when
she heard her Mom saying “Keep taking food in time. You are really very lazy.
You won’t even eat anything unless someone comes and feeds you or your stomach
really starts growling….”and on and on and on. It was not that she was
iterating those for the first time. A talk with mother had always been like this;
as if a transistor had been shoved in her head and she could not just put it
off. But that day was a different day. She wanted to listen more of it. She
wanted to tell her how much she loved her, that she looks beautiful when she
wears blue, that she should take care of her skin, the wrinkles are making her
look older and drier. But she could not.
What if Mom senses that she is in some deep trouble? What if her
motherly instincts make her worried for her child staying miles away from her?
She decided she would not let her family know. She disconnected the call.
Restlessness did not spare her though. She started writing down. Somehow she calmed
herself down. Things would fall in place. Crying would not give anything. There
was still a hope. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Day passed,
but her body stopped responding. But when she had no choice, she chose to
believe. “Weakness is the greatness sin.”- a line by Swami Vivekananda her
heart would whisper to her mind whenever she felt weak. Unfortunately, everything
she tried only to taste the flavor of failure. This day was her last day with
the world, perhaps. She decided not to waste the most wonderful day of her
life, she did not want to cry, crib or complain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Her father
called her up, “Is that you who has sent me a bouquet? Why? It’s neither my
birthday nor father’s day.” And he chuckled. “In the race of achieving
something big in life, I never got time to tell you whatever I am today are
because of you and for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> She called up her tattler sister – her best
friend, her adorable company and her life. And as expected she spoke volumes of
actually nothing. But this time she enjoyed her every word. It was one of those
times when one wants to be quiet and just sit around one’s dear ones, enjoy
listening. She suddenly got up, dressed herself, went to a nearby shop, bought
her sister’s favorite chocolate and started eating. It was relishing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Time was
ticking. And she suddenly got on her feet – her best friend, she had to talk to
her. She had to tell her everything in her life would have gone wrong had she
not been there. She was her soul. She called her up, “I don’t know which
idiotic bench in the school was that that I met you.!! You were one pain in the
ass. I hate it when you keep talking nonsense. I hate it when you get nutty. I
hate it when you don’t study and crib on the syllabus. I hate it when you eat
ice cream when you know you will get cold. But I somehow like it when you say
you are sorry. I like it when your nose gets red and you swear on me that you
would never touch it again. And I love you the most when you actually again
pick up one. I hate the way you hastily cross roads, but I love it when you
hold my hand and stand on my left to guide you. I hate it when you do not
understand my point, but I love you the most when I find only and only you when
I am lost.” She could not say much and hanged the phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">She wiped
her tears when her roommates entered. “Ah, my loves. I don’t know what relation
I share with you. Perhaps a friend is not the word, nor is a family. I don’t
know if there exists any relation between the two. It was probably you who made
me Room Idol – I never knew I sing so well. And that mess in the kitchen, phew..!!
I am sorry that I scolded you for walking under the sun. Understand – you have
migraine. But I have always loved keeping your head in my lap. I don’t know if
it soothened you but I loved kissing your forehead all the time. Today I die
for that half cooked <i>bhujia.</i> Probably
I am a lesbian, I loved my roommates more than a guy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And the as
usual response, ”Why you acting nutty? High or what?” she chuckled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">It is 2 at
night. She made a final call. He picked up the call. Half asleep, he asked,
“What happened? Is everything okay?” She said, ”Nothing. You sleep off. Let the
cell be on and keep it near you.” Deep asleep that he was, he did the same. She
could hear him breathing. She could feel it. She wanted to speak, but her voice
fumbled,” Would you mind if I say I love you? You are my friend and you adore
me. But I could never muster up courage to tell that I love you. I loved you
when you appreciated me and I loved you when you scolded me. Can, for a moment,
I can take you as the person whom I love? That essay that you had first
written, I still have those sheets. Is it okay if I keep with me? I am sorry I
had recorded our first conversation. You came as a surprise in my life. You
have grown matured, you speak big things now, you have huge dreams. I love
seeing you enthusiastic. But happiness always follows insecurity. Will you
remember me or my name at least when I am not around? You have given me an
immense respect as a friend. Would you start hating me if I tell you that I
love you? Will you forgive me that I lied to you many a times only to hear your
voice? I irritated you a lot, but I didn’t have time. Else, I would not have
minded waiting for you all my life. Take care. Don’t be angry with me when get
to know this. I’ll never leave you – even if you don’t want me. Because you are
my angel.” She felt good. He did not hear anything. But she knew he would understand
her, after all she was his friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">She has now
grown weak, too weak. And by then, doctor too had lost all hopes. While
crossing the road, something came across her mind and she, all of a sudden,
stopped when a van ran over her. She died , of a road accident, so that the
family bears with a sudden pain and not gradual agony. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">She is no
more with an untold story to go with her to her grave…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-86852220898965768622012-10-23T23:41:00.001+05:302012-10-23T23:41:31.956+05:30Dope The Hope<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Just in: Honorable BSP MP says women and children don’t need mobile phones. The mobile phones are distracting women.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">I didn't know that mobiles can also anticipate whether its owner is a man/woman/children that it would distract only the latter two and would help former become a saint. I am sure, in that a case; even mobile is an invention of chauvinistic india. (Purposely used i and not I, it does make a difference).</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Then comes: Rapes are happening because men and women these days interact more freely, says WB CM Mamata Banerjee</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Must inform your guardian Ms. Banerjee, for our very PM, a silent spectator but male, gets frightened when you interact with him. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Ultimate: Haryana khap blames consumption of chowmein for rapes</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Ahhhh..! What a marvelous discovery. Sir John B. Gurdon and Shinya Yamanaka must step down as Nobel Prize winners in Physiology and Medicine for our well deserving Haranaya khaps and their chutzpah .!! But before that, what’s up with Chinese for whom chowmein is equivalent to our panipuris? </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">And there were plethora of such news I went on laughing at. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">A midst these nonsense headlines, I came across a very interesting article - the government is planning to get a bill passed for paying the housewives. Impressed by the egalitarian move of the government, I went through the vignette and repartee of this bill. To admit, I had never thought that a housewife is as good as a manager of a corporate world. I wondered that this indeed would a wise step to give a tribute to those ladies to are the first to wake up in the morning and last to go to the bed and yet are considered sitting idly at home.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">But then, while coming back to my home via metro, I overheard two gentlemen pondering over the same tragic above mentioned issues of the country. One of them claimed, “These girls are known since ages in messing up stuffs. Look here only, when that there is a reserved bogie for ladies, why do they need to board the general compartments? Men should also have their separate bogies.” </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">I was aghast. I wondered if this is the world we really are trying to build up? Train of thoughts started running in my mind. Just imagine, separate bogies in trains, buses separate markets and institutions for girls and boys; imagine the company you are working in having two branches situated back to back – one for males, the other for females; and then the earth divided into two halves – east for the Venus and west for the Mars.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">This is definitely not what we want. These reservations are to unite the human races, not to separate them. With a valid intention, it’s spreading a wrong message. All we want is respect, not complex; all we wish to be is partners, not subordinates.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Regalia is one thing, rapture another</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Splendor is one thing, spirit another</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Now imagine if this bill is passed, will it bring peace in the family? The bill will definitely make the sweat and toil of a homemaker legal, but would it make it legitimate? Our society is already losing its sentience. Will they accept the status of <i>nouveau riche </i>women?</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">I doubt. Actually, I am more worried if this Act would be acceptable by our Indian women themselves? Will they really demand money from their sacrosanct husbands? And what about those rural women where the soul of India resides and where women work to run the family of an unfortunate unemployed husband? And how will the govt pay justice to those women who are struggling day in and day out and from pillar to post having lost their husbands in the battle of life? Happy that I was, now I am afraid it would be a <i>faux pa.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">A woman doesn't want all these. All she wants and deserves is that appreciation and love in return. A homemaker converts a house of bricks to a home. All she wants in return is a space of dignity in the home she considers her own. This bill might give her share in salary; but will it guarantee her share in the hearts? At worse, what if tomorrow they are considered as servants and not homemakers? It’s not the rights that make you human, it’s your duties. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">But let us see this -</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">A life where there is love is often messy. Life without love is no doubt neater, but neatness is really only preferable in bathrooms and written reports. Singing alone is definitely easier and certainly less complicated than singing with someone else, but there is nothing quite damn satisfying as creating even one moment of real beauty echoing gracefully with another. Agreed, perhaps to find the beauty more often and to have these moments of echoing in superb alignment with each other and with the music that guides us, we need to let go off our ideas of what the song should seem like, and let the messiness of love guide us. Probably women are put on earth a little space that they might learn o bear the beams of love.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">In a nutshell, change in a small thought of yours will change the lives of your better halves..!!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">A mother cannot be repaid for the sacrifices she has done for her child nor can a wife be, and she is not doing for anyone but herself. All she wants is a tight hug, no paramount position but a sense of belonging The same goes with a girl – we don’t need a separate bogie, all we need is a distinct dignity; that even we EXIST. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US">Is it that tough ?</span></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-58939455022203431572011-04-12T20:37:00.001+05:302011-05-15T17:39:31.701+05:30Yeh Aur Baat Hai...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ohhzh8Q6EK6ak0wqvQ-xpUcc7L5ouu5TqU8Ykx3hB5KKoyxBiq71a3O2Xj62kXPLbyjWpc_LQyiAUacB2B3L0xq62ie0DIr6U42C9qwc686FuTD_Z7jCwwiZ4Lm1kKz7valyyrhrWHUe/s1600/AVISSE07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ohhzh8Q6EK6ak0wqvQ-xpUcc7L5ouu5TqU8Ykx3hB5KKoyxBiq71a3O2Xj62kXPLbyjWpc_LQyiAUacB2B3L0xq62ie0DIr6U42C9qwc686FuTD_Z7jCwwiZ4Lm1kKz7valyyrhrWHUe/s200/AVISSE07.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Tumhare bina hum adhure hain, yeh ehsaas humne na hone diya..<br />
Dil ne kabhi tumhari aarzoo ki thi, aas ka diya bhi bujha diya...<br />
Par ubhar jate hain aaj bhi dard, aansuon ke bahaane se,<br />
Yeh Aur Baat Hai.....!!<br />
<br />
Thokar khakar samhalne ki aadat ho gayee hai..<br />
Aisa nahi hai ki jeena tumhare bina mushkil ho gayee hai...<br />
Par tum hote toh shayad zindagi hi alag hoti,<br />
Yeh Aur Baat Hai....!!<br />
<br />
Shayad koshish hi na ki tumse door jaane kii..<br />
Naa hi tamanna rakkhi kabhi tumhe paane kii...<br />
Aaalam hai yeh ki do kadam ki doori meelon ki hai,<br />
Yeh Aur Baat Hai....!!</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-39000175365511482032011-03-06T14:59:00.000+05:302011-03-06T15:22:42.974+05:30If Only..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtK6ncffkZsiEFIc1SAhhEj7dInCQ5mt9PdsDsA8GtB_RQg4gFP-8sQFu-LFbjBtLPTRK0n94j4FwwEuCXkoy_WnrKDjjE0CUPAGmeklg-byhHgKNmJE5-DYC6nC6YzAqXgF9DyP8vPyb/s1600/images5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtK6ncffkZsiEFIc1SAhhEj7dInCQ5mt9PdsDsA8GtB_RQg4gFP-8sQFu-LFbjBtLPTRK0n94j4FwwEuCXkoy_WnrKDjjE0CUPAGmeklg-byhHgKNmJE5-DYC6nC6YzAqXgF9DyP8vPyb/s1600/images5.jpg" /></a></div>O you crystal moon,<br />
so meek and calm.<br />
You entice me away,<br />
with your mysterious charm.<br />
<span id="goog_893930767"></span><span id="goog_893930768"></span><br />
I, a mortal piece, here<br />
see the chained creepers of lands.<br />
Pardon me, but with soggy eyes..<br />
I did envy you,<br />
the tranquility, the bliss<br />
you are bestowed with.!!<br />
<br />
Yes I envied you,until,<br />
this evening,<br />
When<br />
I realized a different You...<br />
<br />
Seeing you all the time,<br />
Now I do ponder<br />
So repressed and solitary<br />
such a lone treader.!!<br />
<br />
Lo you shiny mass<br />
sometime, to me, do descend<br />
For I wanna hear you<br />
Now you don't be reticent<br />
<br />
A wrong tack that I was in,<br />
I wish to know you more.<br />
Unfolding your subtle half,<br />
which, till now, you<br />
have kept in store.!!<br />
<br />
O thou,<br />
Be kind and spend,<br />
a brief sojourn.<br />
I can't just wait,<br />
till another morn.!!<br />
<br />
Bleed-ed and alone<br />
you bear the bane.<br />
I want to share<br />
a part of your pain.!!<br />
<br />
If only,<br />
You consider me that worth..<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-25738579566556927252011-02-25T20:50:00.000+05:302011-02-25T20:50:35.205+05:30Some Significance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">O mountain tide, so silver<br />
Do fall upon me and punish !<br />
Lo extending tide, too clear,<br />
Do break upon me and rip<br />
Me; for I, stolid piece, am<br />
full of sad retrospection,<br />
dead trepidation !!<br />
<br />
O enlarging mass of crystal,<br />
Do ebb upon me and baptize;<br />
for I just wanna be free<br />
of the ordeal; I just want<br />
clanking chains of sins<br />
tied to me, to shatter.<br />
<br />
Please, ascending silver crystal,<br />
do descend upon me and rupture<br />
so that I shine,<br />
the next time you stumble<br />
on me- I twinkle, being<br />
particle, and be a<br />
part of you;<br />
be of some significance...!!!</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-14249245141184137022011-02-21T12:28:00.000+05:302011-02-21T12:28:27.198+05:30Zikra Kiya Hai...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Yeh zikr badi nazuk si hai,<br />
Badlon mein chipte suraj ki hai |<br />
Kuch aisi kashmakash hai, maano toh keh doon-<br />
Woh dil par dastak bhi dete hain,<br />
aur aahat milne ka intezaar bhi nahi karte ||<br />
<br />
Yeh zikr nadi ke hath ki nahi,<br />
Leher ki bebasi aur tadap ki hai |<br />
Kuch aisa bandh gayee hoon main-<br />
Woh jaan bhi jhidakte hain,<br />
aur raah bhi nahi tak te ||<br />
<br />
Yeh zikr taaron ke khudi-roshni ki nahi,<br />
Sooraj ke badaulat chanda ki chandani ki hai |<br />
Har wafa dikhayee de, yeh kaise kehoon-<br />
Woh saath bhi nibhate hain,<br />
aur nazar bhi nahi aate ||<br />
<br />
Yeh zikr parwane ke jalan ki nahi,<br />
Uss lau ki pighalti jyoti ki hai |<br />
Itna sada dildar mila hai-<br />
Woh ishq bhi karte hain,<br />
aur bayan bhi nahi karte ||</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-18693262924755627132011-01-15T13:32:00.000+05:302011-01-15T13:32:50.686+05:30Saanson ke saath Zindagi chahiye..Kaun janta hai insaan kab tanha ho jaye,<br />
Kab kaun kiska sabse apna ho jaye..<br />
Hum toh yuhin sabke dard lete rahenge,<br />
Kya pata yahi karz kuchchh kaam aa jaye ||<br />
<br />
Kaun jane zindagi kiske gulaam ho jaye,<br />
Rab hi jaane kab maut ka farmaan aa jaye..<br />
Hum toh yuhin geet gate rahenge,<br />
Kya pata yahi dhun kasika raag ban jaye ||<br />
<br />
Haar woh jo jeet ki buniyaad ho,<br />
Bol woh jismein logon ke jazbaat hon..<br />
Jeena marna toh sansar ki sachchhai hai,<br />
Par sansein woh jo duniya mein misaal ho ||<br />
<br />
Zindadili wahan nahi hoti,<br />
Jinke kitabon mein naam aaein..<br />
Khaas toh woh jeevan bhi hote hain,<br />
Jo apnon ke naam mit jaaein ||Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-32550834397317381192011-01-15T11:58:00.000+05:302011-01-15T11:58:45.255+05:30Najaane kyun...Najaane kyun,<br />
Parr tum mujhe harr jagah dikhti ho...<br />
<br />
Tum mujhe kabhi chand ki chandani mein dikhti ho,<br />
toh kabhi suraj ki roshni mein.<br />
Tum mujhe raat ki khamoshi mein milti ho,<br />
toh kabhi din ke halchal mein..<br />
<br />
Tum mere sangeet ki harr dhun mein basi ho,<br />
toh kabhi, tum ej-ek shringar mein saji ho.<br />
Tum meri kavita ki gehrai ho,<br />
toh kabhi kisi pavitra shaadi ki shehnai ho..<br />
<br />
Tum bansuri ki aawaz mein gungunati milti ho,<br />
toh kabhi, nanhi si chidiya samaan chahakti milti ho.<br />
Tum meri perchai tale aanchal mein khelti ho,<br />
toh kabhi,meri palkon par baithi najaane kya sochti ho..<br />
<br />
Duniya se door jab main kahin kho jaati hoon,<br />
to tum mujhe pal pal yeh ehsaas dilati ho-<br />
ki tum aur koi nahi, mera hi ek swatantra roop ho<br />
<br />
Jo harr bandhan se mukt hai,<br />
Jo ek paawan kiran hai..<br />
Khilkhilati chandani hai,<br />
Masti mein choor masoom nazneen hai..||Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-69953436131547881262011-01-15T11:37:00.000+05:302011-01-15T11:37:27.505+05:30Kuch naa bolun...Pal-pal mann mein yeh khayal aata hai,<br />
Kabhi-kabhi zahan mein yeh sawal uthta hai..<br />
Tum kaun ho, kahan se aaye ho,<br />
Tum meri tamannon mein yun kyun chae ho?!<br />
<br />
Tumhare muskaan se phir jeene ka mann karta hai,<br />
Tumhari baaton se kuchh karne ka mann karta hai.<br />
Yeh ehsaas kya aur kyun hai, main nahi jaanti,<br />
Meri iss anubhuti ko yeh duniya nahi maanti..<br />
<br />
Naa yeh mann ki lagan hai, naa saath ka vaada..<br />
Naa dard ka rishta hai, naa usse kuch zyada..<br />
Tere saaye se hi prerne mil jaati hai, teri jhalak se ek maksad,<br />
Tere naam se hi khushi mil jaati hai, harr ghadi harr waqt...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-62265180229606862582011-01-15T11:27:00.000+05:302011-01-15T11:27:43.179+05:30Aaj Bhi..Yeh sachh hai mere sapne yahan, manzil ka mashaal yahan hai.<br />
Uunchhaion ko chuna hai, apna wajood dhoondhana hai kahan hai.<br />
Main badh rahi hoon, kuch kar rahi hoon,<br />
Khula aasman mila hai, udaan bhar rahi hoon...<br />
<br />
Parr, tu yaad aata hai mere bachpann ka saaya bankar,<br />
Tu mujhe satata hai meri jawani ka kaya bankar..<br />
Dil tujhe pukarta hai jab badon ki duaein milti hain,<br />
Mere hothon par hansi aa jati hai, jab<br />
gudde-gudiyon ki shaadi hoti hai...<br />
<br />
Tu maa bankar mere samne khada hota hai,<br />
jab roti ka niwala gale se utarta hai,<br />
To kabhi beti jaisi meri aankhein band kar jata hai,<br />
jab koi babul dulhan ko alvida kehta hai..<br />
<br />
Teri ungli phir pakadne ki ichchha hoti hai,<br />
jab koi bachchhi baap ke kandhe par baithi nazar aati hai.<br />
Tu mujhe roshni mein lipti nazar aati hai,<br />
jab yahan dusshehhra, diwali, eid manaye jati hai...<br />
<br />
Subah ke dodd ke baad jab tham jati hain saasein,<br />
bas yuhin tera dhyaan aajata hai aksar..<br />
Tere seene se lipatne ki ichchha hoti hai,<br />
Parr tera ehsaas hi karr jata hai asar....:)Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-19261822133889566832011-01-15T11:15:00.000+05:302011-01-15T11:15:50.144+05:30Tere mere beechDaad doon chand ki khubsurti ki,<br />
Tabhi itne taaron ne uski nigraani ki.<br />
Ek chehra apka chand sa,<br />
Ek zidd hamari chand ko paane ki...<br />
<br />
Ek adaa apki dil churane ki,<br />
Ek nazar apki madhosh kar dene ki.<br />
Ek husn apka dilnasheen,<br />
Ek zidd hamari deewana bann jaane ki...<br />
<br />
Kasam hai inn jhukte palkon ki,<br />
Harr waqt khuda se apki dua ki.<br />
Sau daleel apke afsana bane rehne ke,<br />
Ek Zidd hamari apko hakiquat mein pirone ki...<br />
<br />
Ek asar apke ehsaas ki,<br />
Ek kadr apke jazbaat ki.<br />
Hazaar wajah apke faaslon ka,<br />
Ek zidd hamari apko apna banane ki...<br />
<br />
Ek arzoo apko sirf dekhne ki,<br />
Ek lamha apke saath guzaarne ki.<br />
Woh darr apka ratt ke andheron ka,<br />
Ek ummeed hamari Subah phir aane ki...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-72479756329806567812011-01-15T10:10:00.000+05:302011-01-15T10:10:05.176+05:30O THOU JESUSTo Jesus I say: THANK YOU!<br />
For giving me a life new,<br />
For hearing all my prayers<br />
and for wiping away my tears....<br />
To Jesus I say: SORRY!<br />
For my deeds are so worry,<br />
I had been in wrong side.<br />
But thank you Lord now the<br />
Judas inside me has died....<br />
To Jesus I say: COME SOON!<br />
And forever be like a moon,<br />
Watching all the people, be kind,<br />
at all the places and all the time.....<br />
To Jesus I say: BE GOOD!<br />
And provide all people with food,<br />
And don't test us so much,<br />
But let us be in your holy touch...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-13435728330474967092011-01-15T10:09:00.000+05:302011-01-16T19:51:23.351+05:30HOPEO Lord!!I see your world and human race,I see the pain, agony and lost face.<br />
Every minute I do witness,this living land's helplessness.<br />
Please God, open your eyes and allow people to realize...<br />
Let everyone cheer and everyone rejoice.<br />
Let everyone of the Lord's family stand up for one voice.<br />
Let everyone enjoy the soothing symphony and music mild.<br />
Let everyone once again, recover the innocence of a child.<br />
Let everyone embrace the habit of give and share.<br />
Let everyone know that YOU still care.<br />
Let everyone for once cherish a pure dream.<br />
AND let everyone understand what love and loving mean....Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-48747219369601641582011-01-15T10:08:00.000+05:302011-01-15T10:08:09.484+05:30MAY THIS HAPPENWhen the dunes of love and emotions,are blown away by mutual tension.<br />
Whenever your very soul,forgets blessing and advicing echo.<br />
When you trod in the pathway ofhellish and ampathetic light ray.<br />
Whenever you fail to understand,why have you been sent onto this living land.<br />
If at all you are surrounded by,crawling creatures of flatters and lies.<br />
When the time is swept away ,like sand from fists.<br />
When doubts and vanity,withhold your wrists.<br />
THEN,Let your dreams effuse into the polluting air.<br />
And let this world feel that you still care.<br />
Swim across the pools of faith and truth,<br />
AND give away your hands to love and hope....Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-13221118896519571132011-01-15T10:06:00.000+05:302011-01-16T19:50:35.965+05:30BUT BE...I don't want to be a flower at the top of a mountain,<br />
Just what I desire is the bush of a valley but be...<br />
I don't want to be the shining moon in the sky,<br />
What I pray is one among the stars, but be...<br />
I might not deserve to be the pearl of an ocean,<br />
But I would love to be atleast a shell by the side of sea, but be...<br />
I don't want to be a precious stone or gem,<br />
I am happy being a pebble under the shade of a tree, but be...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-5432960177321665882011-01-15T10:03:00.001+05:302011-01-15T10:03:57.438+05:30जुदाई...आज इस महफिल को सजा रखा है<br />
,हर गम को दिल में दबा रखा है,<br />
सहना है सबकुछ बिना किसी आह के,<br />
हमें यह आपने रखा है<br />
<br />
तेरी यादों से इस दामन को सजाया है,<br />
तेरी तस्वीर को दिल से लगाया है,<br />
जीना है कैसे हमदम के बिना,<br />
हमें ये आपने ही सिखाया है <br />
<br />
कमबख्त वक्त की रफ़्तार nahi रूकती,<br />
एक तरफ़ ये ज़िन्दगी की मार नही रूकती,<br />
तेरी बेवफाई ने झुकना सिखाया है,<br />
वरना हर कहीं दीवार नही झुकती<br />
<br />
तेरी यादों पे ही जिंदा रहते हैं,<br />
अपनी ही तन्हाई में बहते हैं,<br />
तून भूलें हैं न भूल पाएंगे,<br />
हम तो हर वक्त यही कहते हैं<br />
<br />
बहारें इश्क की आयेंगी तो क्या होगा,<br />
फिर भी तू न आएगी तो क्या होगा,<br />
जीना तेरे बिना है बेकार सनम,<br />
अब यह जान भी जायेगी तो क्या होगा <br />
<br />
तेरे हर इशारे को समझते रहे,<br />
अपने हाल में ही उलझते रहे,<br />
वो इशारे न हमारे थे शायद,<br />
हम युहीं सदा बेवक्त सजते रहे..........Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-45851992092998829122011-01-15T10:02:00.001+05:302011-01-15T10:02:53.908+05:30मेरे सपने..दिल यह कहता है इन आंखों में कई सपने हैं,<br />
यह सपने मेरी सासों की तरह मेरे अपने हैं<br />
ख्वाब का रंग उम्मीदों में नज़र आता है,<br />
अनजानी राहों को चूम कर यह और निखर जाता है<br />
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मेरे हर दर्द में यह मेरा मरहम हैं,<br />
येही मेरे दोस्त मेरे हमदम हैं<br />
यह सपने और कुछ नही मेरी परछाईं हैं,<br />
मुझे नींद से जगाने वाली यह अंगडाई हैं<br />
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नजाने क्या होता गर यह सपने नही होते,<br />
खुदा को शुक्रिया की यह नही मरते<br />
गर यह सपने कामयाब हुए तो एक मशाल जलाएंगे,<br />
मेरे जाने के बाद दुनिया को मेरी याद दिलाएंगे....Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971572583084548351.post-77804478093749459732011-01-15T10:01:00.000+05:302011-01-15T10:01:14.319+05:30ऐ काश...सांझ में नदी के किनारे बैठा मैं देखता <span class="">हूँ--</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> एक</span> उम्मीद की किरण को:</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> कि</span> कल जो होगा अच्छा होगा॥</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""><span class=""> कि</span> एक</span> सच्छे साथ का वादा होगा...</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> बदलते</span> zamaane के साथ तू आज badal गया है</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> पर</span> कल जब uthega तो wahi puraana raahi होगा...</span><br />
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<span class="">सांझ में नदी के किनारे बैठा मैं सोचता हूँ--</span><br />
<span class=""> एक khubsoorat-si याद को:</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> जब</span> मैंने हर lamha जिया <span class="">था...</span></span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> अपनी</span> jeet को जाम के नशे में पिया था...</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> आज</span> सर पर jimmedari और chehre पर shikand है</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> पर</span> याद है जब zindagi को एक khel समझ लिया था...</span><br />
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<span class="">saanjh mein nadi ke kinare baitha main kosta hoon--</span><br />
har uss takrao ko:<br />
jo allah aur rab ke beech ki deeewar hai...<br />
jo rishton ko todne mein istemal hota kirdar hai...<br />
kaltak sab sukh-dukh, hansi-khushi ka saathi tha<br />
<span class=""><span class=""> पर </span>आज सब एक-दूसरे का karzdar है...</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""></span></span><br />
<span class="">सांझ में नदी के किनारे बैठा मैं pukarta हूँ--</span><br />
har us chamatkari pal ko:<br />
jise yaad kar baithe-baithe ek umar kat jaati hai...<br />
<span class=""><span class=""> जिसे</span> सोचकर इन hothon पर karwat आ jati हैं...</span><br />
<span class=""><span class=""> आज</span> bhale एक तारा doosre से बहुत दूर है</span><br />
par iske dum par apno ki ahmiyat mahak jati hai...<br />
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saanjh mein nadi ke kinare baitha main naman karta hoon--<br />
bhagwan ke har us roop ko:<br />
jiski ungli thamkar main akele bhi tanha nahin...<br />
jiski mamta ka aanchal hokar bhi bepanah nahi...<br />
khoon ke rishte hi sirf jaroori nahin apne hon<br />
main doston ki rehmat se itna bhi anjaan nahin...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905627209268266560noreply@blogger.com0