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Hearing With Our Eyes, Seeing With Our Ears

Hearing through my eyes. Dear diary or my blog nice to be back troubling you. Today i am writing to de-stress my high stress levels.And shift my tensity onto others shoulder.Love the fact how everyone seems to know more about my life than I do.Especially my school friends know more about my life than i do that i don’t know myself, and vice-versa. Makes me popular. So my write-up this time is about.Are there any telltale signs to recognise authenticity of people with eyes and ears closed.With so many parody accounts, one can really get confused with the authenticity.With lots of goof-up too surface on social media. They say Eyes first evolved around 500 million years ago.And we actually see things upside down and our brain turns the image the correct way up.For the rest of our lives, our eyes too just like our complicated life continue to undergo different changes.So does it help read a authentic person too.These days i am boosting both mental and emotional immune system. My life experi

नज़र अंदाज़

कोई नजरअंदाज करे तो, तब तो नज़र आना ही छोड़ जाये.. जब तलब तब आपको, मेरी ज़रुरत भी खत्म हो जाये.. मैंने जब एक बार भीड़ देखी, हुआ साफ़-जाहिर भीड़ में खोया मानव बन गए हम.. तलाशने पर भी जो नहीं दिखे, हम तो अब महज़ एक गुंजन बनकर रह गए.. हैरान परशन नहीं हुए तब भी, बस समझ लिए ऐसे जैसे—खेल  मुकम्मल हो गए.. मैदान मे खेला खेल, और लोग मैदान खली छोड गए, अब जब जान चुके हैं हम, अपनी कीमत पहचान गए..  वे तो चले गए, वहीं दूसरी ओर हमें अपनी अहमियत बता गए.. सज़ा तो सुना दिया बिना कुसुर के, जाते जाते भी वो हमें ऐसा सबक सीखा गए. एहसास होगा तुमको एक दिन, कि तुमने पत्थर जमा करते-करते हीरा गवा दिए.. मीना

Manzil e traas...!!

Kal kal karte aaj haath se nikl paday..!! Anayko hay prashn jisey dundney nikal paday...!! Traas nahi to jawaab dedetay...!! Bhavishya ki andesha mein ,vartmaan ki baazi haaray...!! Hai rasta jab itna paday ...! Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khaday...! Aasha niraasha se ghiray ...! Chalay hum vajood ki talaash may...! Manzil Jinko haasil nahi wo jaan dete rahay...!! Jinko mil gaya wo sasta samajhne lagay…!! Traas nahi hoto rasta dundh letay..!! Ik ajab paheliyan hein mere in haath ki lakiroon mein...! Safar to likha hein magar manzilon ka nishan nahi...!! Jo may khud ko dhundney nikala...! Traas may khudko khada paya...! Khada sochte raha kaha bheed may kho gayaa...!! In andheron mein akelay hi jalangay kab tak...! Dukh ke kankar chunangay kab tak...! Shayad khuda ko bechaargi pe meri reham aagya ...! Tabhi usko meray tadapnay ka andaaz bhaa gya...! Kehta Mann mera,tu kis liye hay hataash...! Teri to samay ko bhi hay ta

Maturity is a rotten pot

Its been on my mind for some time to write on topic.There are plenty of things that people admit that they do not know about it much.And I am no exception in this matter.When I look back at the year that has passed, what I see is a potpourri.Like everyone else,I have had my own fair share of highs and lows.And each time it caused an emotional upheaval of sorts.There have been times when I've felt so elated that it almost felt unreal...and then there were times when I felt that all I wanted to do was to just disappear.Got misunderstood several times...some 'times' had dire consequences.Highs and lows are part and parcel of the game, anyways :)...Personally,past some years for me has been a real cocktail! More like a pendulum of sorts.In-between all these i realized that for many people, 'growing up' translated to 'growing apart' and it's like everything else just disappears into thin air when that person behaves in a way you least expected.On the way gr

धुंधलका सूर्य

धुंधलका सूर्य    स्वर्ग की तू उच्च राजा वीर   सूर्य तू, तू केसरिया किरणें पहने भिक्षु गति की तू, दाता पहने  हुए पूरे कवच तू तू विशाल और ऊंचा सपना  देख रहा सूर्य तू तू सूर्य की नश्वर जा रहा है निर्दय सूर्य तू तू ईमानदार और स्वतंत्र सूर्य तू झुकने न ही सूर्य स्पंदन न तो महिमा के चोटी मालाएँ की तू प्रकाश बालों में चढ़ा हुआ तू विशाल और ऊंचा सपना देख रहा सूर्य तू तू सूर्य की नश्वर जा रहा है निर्दय सूर्य तू तू ईमानदार और स्वतंत्र सूर्य तू झुकने न ही सूर्य स्पंदन न तो महिमा के चोटी मालाएँ की तू प्रकाश बालों में चढ़ा हुआ तू विशाल और ऊंचा सपना देख रहा सूर्य तू तू सूर्य की नश्वर जा रहा है निर्दय सूर्य तू तू ईमानदार और स्वतंत्र सूर्य तू झुकने न ही सूर्य स्पंदन न तो महिमा के चोटी मालाएँ की तू प्रकाश बालों में चढ़ा हुआ फूल तू गौरवशाली सूर्य की तू प्रकाश की किरण तू एक छाया के सपने दिन की तू जीव अंधेरे उम्र की तू चमक धूल धुंधलका विच्छेद तू सूर्य तू पीछे छिपा उम्मीद की किरण ब

Zip Up Toxins

Its been on my mind for some time to write on topic.There are plenty of things that people admit that they do not know about it much.And I am no exception in this matter.When I look back at the year that has passed, what I see is a potpourri. Like everyone else, I have had my own fair share of highs and lows.And each time it caused an emotional upheaval of sorts.There have been times when I've felt so elated that it almost felt unreal...and then there were times when I felt that all I wanted to do was to just disappear.Got misunderstood several times...some 'times' had dire consequences.Highs and lows are part and parcel of the game, anyways :)...Personally,past some years for me has been a real cocktail! More like a pendulum of sorts.In-between all these i realized that for many people, 'growing up' translated to 'growing apart'.It's like everything else just disappears into thin air when that person behaves in a way you least expected.That was a lesson

Whispering story

O The saga of a whispering night. O The confessions of a whispering night. O demon of night tell your story of caged knights of love. O Night don't become so ignorant tell your story of those whispers. The rainbow dares to claim the sky floating over golden daffodils. The light becoming into soft curls of gold on every cloud. The wind running wild overcoming the inhibitions. The trees whimpering feeble sounds of joy through the trees The scent of Lilies and jasmines surging up on the crest of air The wind swinging dancing touching leaf to leaf. The rainy tears trickled downstream her cheeks of every leaf. The rain drops tossing heads in sprightly dance. The majestically plodding silence reigns in the barren night. The breeze dancing like a joy on the heart of a sorrow The touch crept up and peeked over the leaf for taste of desire. The smell of musk in the deer hiding in night. The trickling sound of rain seep into the night. The roar is m

शाश्वत प्यार

शाश्वत प्यार प्यार हमेशा   सदाबहार   और   शाश्वत है   प्यार   बगीचे   में   एक   गुलाब की तरह   है   प्यार   एक   नवजात शिशु   की   कोमलता   की तरह है   प्यार   एक   नरम   आसान   कुर्सी की तरह   है   प्यार   ताजा   सुबह   धुंध की तरह   है   प्यार   जंगल   की खूबसूरती   की तरह   है   प्यार   दयालुता   के हर   तरह अधिनियम   है   प्रेम   अविनाशी   प्रकृति   के   सौंदर्य की तरह   है   प्यार   एक   बेचैन   सपना   का   मीठा   आँसू   की तरह   है   प्यार   कान में एक   फुसफुसा   हवा की तरह   है   प्यार   चुप्पी   की आवाज़   के बिना की तरह   है   प्यार   एक   निर्दोष   मासूम   हंसी   की तरह   है   प्यार   एक   नवजात शिशु   की   कोमलता   की तरह है   प्यार   एक   नरम   आसान   कुर्सी की तरह   है   प्यार   ताजा   सुबह   धुंध की तरह   है   प्यार   जंगल   की खूबसूरती   की तरह   है   प्यार   दयालुता   के हर   तरह अधिनियम   है   प्यार अविनाशी प्रकृति के सौंदर्य की तरह है  प्यार   एक   बेचैन   सपना     है   प्यार एक मीठा आँसू की तरह है प्यार   कान में एक

Life Encapsulated

How do you deal with the anger of not being able to move forward with your life? You can't live life and not be touched by it.Stagnant it can get.Sometimes you just want to vent and have someone listen, not necessarily try to "fix" things.Yes i know some things are just not fixable but need to just vent!We also forget to thank those friends on whom we can vent to that don't judge and can often find ways to make us laugh about whatever I was venting about.Life -It is a very hard.I don't think we are given much choice really.Isn't it?Its been the hardest thing we all ever have to deal with.I think we all tend to get angry with ourselves for not being able to do more than we are. We always think that we can do better.And it becomes harder & very hard, to be the sole caregiver with no respite.Its harder when you cant share it with anyone. It's harder when those who could help are the ones who dont us and then criticize what you do manage to get