कुछ सोच रही है .........

चिलचिलाती धूप में, पत्थर कूटती माँ

कुछ सोच रही है .........

सूखे हुए होंठ, पसीने से तरबतर बदन

काली सियाह बीमार आँखे, आसमान को देख रही हैं

थक कर चूर, टूटती हुयी हिम्मत

टूटे हुए सपनो में झाँक रही है

नाजो से पली बाप की लाडली, आज किस मोड़ पर खड़ी है

नम आंखे सब कह रही है

चिलचिलाती धूप में, पत्थर कूटती माँ

कुछ सोच रही है .........

दो दिनों से बीमार है और कल से कुछ नहीं खाया

कहाँ है वोह समाज जिसने उसको अपनाकर ठुकराया

कल सब पास आने के लिए तरसते थे आज कोई देखता भी नहीं

कल असमान छूना था और आज मौत भी आती नहीं

चिलचिलाती धूप में, पत्थर कूटती माँ

कुछ सोच रही है .........

पास में गंदे से चीथडो में लिपटी हुए उसकी लाडली की किलकारी

सब भ्रम तोड़ रही है

मुथियन भींच लेती है और चेहरा सखत हो जाता है

येही है उसकी दुनिया जिसके लिए उसे जीना है

उसकी लाडली ने ही उसके टूटे हुए सपनो को शीना है

चिलचिलाती धूप में, पत्थर कूटती माँ

सोच रही है कि.........

"बस उसकी लाडली के लिए एक वक्त का दूध मिल जाये"

चिलचिलाती धूप में, पत्थर कूटती माँ

कुछ सोच रही है .........

सपनो में कही......

निगाहों से दूर, सपनो में कही वोह नज़र आती तो होगी

अपनों की दुनिया में अब हमेशा मुश्कारती तो होगी

वोह लरज़ते होंठ, वोह मखमली आवाज

आँखों में बसी उसके काजल की धार

किसी और की दुनिया को स्वर्ग बनती तो होगी

निगाहों से दूर, सपनो में कही वोह नज़र आती तो होगी

हे मुशाफिर कियों दूंदता है भूले हुए ज़माने को

छोडा है जिसने तुमको अपनों में सताने को

गहराई तनाहियों की आँखे बताती तो होंगी

मचलती चाहत मिलने को सताती तो होगी

निगाहों से दूर, सपनो में कही वोह नज़र आती तो होगी

हर बात पे उसकी गला रुंध सा कियों जाता है

पैबंद जिगर पर होने का अहसाश करा जाता है

वोह हंसी, वोह शर्म, वोह लाज का घूंघट लगाती तो होगी

कही दूर किसी जिन्दगी को जिन्दगी बनाती तो होगी

निगाहों से दूर, सपनो में कही वोह नज़र आती तो होगी

Why Lovers Fight......?

An online survey taken out for decoding the mystery of ‘why lovers fight’, which revealed that 31% of the lovers fight on money related issues, 28% on household chores and 25% due to problematic in-laws. An Australian Researcher Richard Ronay and other researchers from Queensland University are going to examine the reasons and styles of conflicts between lovers more than one year relationship.

But I do not considered them lovers who fight with the above said reasons. They are not at all in love. Love is the healthiest and pure emotions of attachment. Lovers can fight when they do not get much time to share between each other and frustrations led them to arguments. Money never comes in between lovers if they are divinely involved in each other.

Lovers fight when:

One – lovers fight when they do not get much time to remain together.

Two – They fight if one from two does not respect the spoken words of other.

Three – Their ego lead them to fight.

Four – If one started lacking confidence on other one.

Five – Casual in approach at any of the end.

Six – carelessness towards each others emotions.

Seven – One started feeling burdened in between.

Eight – when ones feelings started suppressing.

Nine – When chord of emotions started diminishing.

Ten – when both of them remained busy in other things even being together.

This is the reason of my life

Breeze stopped and asked the reason of my delight

I said…..

Her lips smeared with colour of love

Ocean of adorability in eyes seems be clubbed

Smile swear of heavenly anything

Chirping of soothing voice creates new world

Her hearing of my unsaid wishes

Give me fresh breath and chord of light

Hey breeze this is the reason of my delight

Breeze stopped and asked the reason of my fright

I said…..

Unbearably thirst for her at every step

Tight-lips of her revealed a different flap

Red-eyes gazed me when trap me little away

Breaths start lowering down and down

Sometime all emotions go silent with a jolted plight

Hey breeze this is the reason of my fright

Breeze stopped and asked the reason of my zest

I said…..

Change is the only cure for emotional scars

I will reach from where I have started the crest

My own hearts brought me at this thrash

I got the meaning of life, move on , on and nowhere to rest

Hardwork, hardwork and hardwork always pays in best

Hey breeze this is the reason of my zest

Breeze stopped and asked the reason of my civility

I said….

I am indebted to my parents who showed me this world

My brothers stand by me as my part in all my deeds

Friends give reason to smile in dread

My love hold me up the way she knead

I am indebted to all who give me thought to subtlety

Hey breeze this is the reason of my civility

Breeze stopped and asked the reason of my life

I said…..

Life is nothing when it goes smooth

Life is life when gives worst to face

Leaving in hell and giving smile on parents face

Bear slithers to facilitate friends

Living in solitude but act in shared might

Hey breeze this is the reason of my life

...... this is the reason of my life

Divine gift of God!

The divine love of the heart,

I will say our meeting a divine one, which was planned by God itself, when we were so eager to meet each other, this divine force might be listening to our cries. We are so happy to have this gift of divine love. From the miles apart, we were recalling back the memories of our previous meetings, and unexpected started for our long awaited meeting. We were feeling ourselves on the cloud 9.

At last I found myself in front of my love, during the moments of wait also, he was with me in my thoughts. And our eyes reflected the happiness of being with each other. After sharing few moments in each other eyes, we left each other for sometime as we both had to finish up some jobs at our ends. With the virtue of being with my love, I felt my self full of courage and confident, my face was shinning with some divine magic. And able to achieve my job up to the highest satisfaction, that I was feeling first time for me, I was not worried about the result, but was too much happy.

And then my love came at my end after got free from the work, now we were free for each other, we had a little time with us, but had to live our life in those moments. We wanted to be lost in each other. So, tried to share lots of love by sharing thoughts. We were enjoying our togetherness in every thing while traveling, walking, talking and having our lunch in front of each other. Though heart was longing for more time, but mind was saying to have patience, so we tried to control ourselves up to these things.

After sometime, we left this beautiful city, and got bus, for stealing few more moments with each other, love decided to accompany me in my journey. And during our journey, we were so involve with each other, did not bother about the other world. We were lost in each other. And ultimately we reached at the destination after which we could not able to do anything for our togetherness. At this end, the helplessness can be seen in our eyes. But we were so happy and satisfied with this divine gift of God.

At last, we had to say bye to each other till next .……………….., from this last moment, I had started missing my love too much, he must be in same pain.

Thank God for blessing us with these lovely moments!

Can only be felt.

It cannot be revealed,

It cannot be seen.

You will never know the truth

I am madly in love with you but when you realize the state of my mind

Sacrificing my all smiles on you is the only way I know to love you

Smeared with your love I am surrendering myself to hide myself in you

I go away from this earth and you will never know this truth

I may not be blessed to have your whole love but

I know love is gift of divinity one gets and another not, although

I am wringing within the love you are pouring time to time on me.

Timely love pierced my heart but you will never know this truth

I can hide our love in myself, it would be safe and sound within me

The secret of loving you will remain secret as you wishing for

We can live and love to make whole our life through

Somewhere it teased but you will never know this truth

I pray, you hear the sound of my footsteps before my move

I pray, you see before me what I am going to see

I pray, you feel my emotions before my hiding them in smooth

I pray, you may never known the truth

Though, the day will come when you know the truth but

I may not be around you………….

I feel I have something to say…

A thought surprised me when it comes all of sudden in my mind, why I am writing on the Internet. Whether I am tapping the Internet for the sake of my name or do I really need to write. In search of base of this question, few other questions intrude in mind why I am contributing on two different weblogs, personal as well as professional one, does this really make a different sense?

Exploring answers for these questions, I sat quietly for longer hours and one by one tried to decode these.

Why I am writing? is the question which jittered me more. I started evaluating my psychology and recollected some of the snippets of my life - when poor relatives of mine lost their only earning hand. I wished to help them and the process of pacifying them forced me to write a long letter to them. I remember the untimely and unexpected death of maternal Grand Father, with whom I always wanted to talk more and more, on hearing about his death my disturbing sense forced me to write to him as we used to talk. My parents still keeping this document as a code of my relationship with him which nobody knowing when he was alive. In an another incident, my mother instead of much needed love, rebuked on me when I lost a little amount of money. I could not express my feelings to her but my conscious forced me to write suchlike my heart and mind experienced on that day. As now, I am in middle of my age, many things happen all around which give me concern of thinking and expressing myself. I am trying to give these happenings an insightful reflection in the form of letters. I am writing because I feel I have something to say……

Why I am contributing on two different weblogs? This is natural sense or non-sense in me to keep personal and professional matters separate. My professional webspace is profession centric and fully devoted to the profession. In this I am getting little articulative and manipulative while putting my thoughts across but basic professional fundaas remained the same. Although, I am not a good write or orator even then wish to be with my professional fellows in form of interactions. My profession is not simply a profession for me but it is my passion. I know, being a librarian or information manager, I have an important role to play in the society and have lots of promises to keep. Where I have to be behaved professionally even killing my very personal emotions. Therefore, sometime in my professional sense, I feel I have something to say……. to my profession.

In my personal weblog, I am exploring my innerself. Its vicinity remains within me only. This webspace (blog) is revealing myself to me as a social as well as emotional being. In this I write whatever I am wishing rather than getting imitative. This weblog gives me optimum satisfaction where I am not trying to consol anybody else except my soul. I write this weblog because I feel I have something to say…… to me and to my soul.