When Silence Speaks...

जिस राह पे तू चलता है राही, कभी उसकी मंज़िल को पेहचाना है तूने जहाँ तक तेरी नज़र जाती है, बस वहीँ तक का सफ़र नहीं है तेरा वो जो अनदेखा छिपा है उस मोड़ की आड़ में, उसकी भनक भी नहीं तुझे फिर कैसे तू केहता है " मैं जानता हूँ कहाँ मेरी मंज़िल है" कभी सिर्फ धूप में चला तो कभी शीतल छाओं में कभी दोस्तों के संग मस्ती में तो कभी अकेले अपनी तन्हाई में कभी मेहबूबा की मुहोब्बत में डूबा तो कभी अपने गमों के सागर में पर चाह के भी रुक़ न सका तू, चाह के भी मुड़ न सका तू जिसे तूने मंज़िल समझा वो तो बस एक पड़ाव निकला लाख कोशिश की तूने पर उस पड़ाव पर डेरा ना डाल सका वो सब जो तुझे प्यारे थे पीछे छूट गए , चाह के भी तू उनकी राह पे चल ना सका नए लोगों से नए रिश्तों से बंधता टूटता चला, अपने आपको डून्ड़ता चला तू मुसाफिर है तो ये क्यूँ नहीं मानता की जो राह में तुझे मिले उनका कोई भरोसा नहीं जिस राह पे जिस मौसम में तू चल रहा है वो भी बदल जायेंगे जब तू अपनी मंज़िल पे पहुंचेगा तो पता नहीं किसे संग पायेगा. ...

पानी के कुछ छींटें गिरी मेरे पलकों पे नज़र उठा के देखा आसमान  कि  ओर तो काले बादल एक दूसरे से ठकरा कर गरज रहे थे मानो जैसे मेरा उपहास कर रहे थे ।। हाँ, और क्यूँ ना करें जब ये चंचल हवा मुझे छेड़ने से नहीं थकती जब चाँद अपने सितारों के संग हर रात मंद मंद मुस्काये तो भला बादल और बारिश क्यूँ कतराए ।। वक़्त भी कैसे सबका रंग बदलता है जब अपने संग थे, तो यही बादल का गरजना सुरमई संगीत सा लगता और बारिश में भीगना जैसे हर दिन होली खेलना हवा का झोंका जैसे खुशियों की खुशबू फैलाती थी चाँद अपनी चांदिनी टपकाता रात के अँधेरे में और सितारे जैसे मेरे जगमगाते सपनों की दास्ताँ सुनाते ।। कैसे अब सब कुछ बदल गया क्यूँ अब ऐसे चुब्ने लगे है वो सब जो पेहले मेरी हंसी थी क्या इनकी नियत बिगड़ गयी या फिर मेरे नज़रिए में ही भेद आ गया।। वक़्त तूने कैसे सबका रंग बदल दिया ना वो अपने रहे, ना ये चाँद सितारे बरसात मेरे साथी रहे वक़्त हो सके तो फिर से इनका रंग बदल दे तू हो सके तो मुझे वो पानी की होली लौटा दो वो चांदनी की ठंडक , वो जगमगाते सपने लौटा दो मेरे अपने ना सही, पर वो एहसास ल...

Home is a house without loved ones! It was September 24th 2005 when I left my home and since then till now I have been to home like some far away relative staying out of town, visiting our family once or twice in a year during diwali or New Year or some ones wedding. A guest in my own home! I joined this software industry on 26th September 2005 in Mysore, then I travelled to Pune in 2006 for a year and then to Bangalore in 2007 for one more year and then to London in 2008 for roughly a year and now in USA-2009. In all these 4 years, I have been busy. Busy getting adjusted to life outside home, for the one who has never stayed out of home, in even a hostel before – to handle this freedom yes definitely thrilling J, seeing new places, making new friends, keeping in touch with old ones. Professional career, half yearly appraisal fights, CRRs, freaking and idiotic managers, some stupid colleagues, some shrewd ones, and some of your own frequency. All this while, I did not really miss my ho...

I sit on the shore of the sea I feel the waves washing my feet I watch the sun turning red as it sets I hear the music of the humming breeze Crying for the ones who aren’t beside me I spent the day thinking of tomorrow Now as I sit here watching the sun set I realize what I have gained and lost The beauty of this shore just increases As the sun sets and the moon rises As the water glitters under the moonlight And my face reflects the twinkling stars I lost beautiful seconds of life Cribbing about things I can’t do anything about But these moments here, I rejoice As I smile to my shadow on the shore! (14 Oct 09- Just like that – on this gloomy morning….as I pen down my thoughts after long timeJ)

Drops of rain fell from the dark cloud I wanted to get drenched in the rain and dance and play and swirl around But I could'nt for Mom scolded aloud Different colors of marbles spread around boys of the colony were getting together I wanted to join them and play but then it wasn't a girly thing on ground I sang aloud under the showers with broken lyrics and tune The next moment i heard a knock My roommate told don't disturb others I felt like having a cup of tea at 2:00 AM in the morning when I was awake watching a match and my friend called out "it's not time for tea" the drizzles and the colors of the marbles the tea and the singing shower will be mine now forever as I go on to choose my life - living it my way....

I was told to crawl when I wanted to walk I was told to walk when I wanted to run I was told to run when I wanted to fly And then I was told to stop for I could not fly !!! I did as I was told.. for that was the rule of yours I was told “That was how we grew and so are you to be” I stopped and looked back for what did I do all the while All I could see was someone else’s foot print behind me ... I want to live now.. the way I want life to be I want to fly for running isn’t my way I do not care anymore for the way you tell me And I will fly for some day you will follow me.

{As I revisit my blog after one year on this day again ! Dedicated to the child in your heart} In the blink of the sunrise There are smiles of the unseen With the touch of the golden rays There are dreams of the unknown In the sway of the flowers There is laughter of the innocence With the twinkling dew drops There is sparkle of the life This was my world the one that i loved Where there was smile even in the fights Have i grown too mature Or has the world grown out of reach Its my day ,long back when i would celebrate But not today as i stand in the land of unknown Should i celebrate or can i celebrate Questions like these block my mind Oh yes!! it's the mind that is blocking So i have started thinking!! When was the last time that It let me be myself than what world expected To wink at the sun , To touch the rays of life To blush with the flowers To shine with the dew drops Today i will live by my own standards To laugh without any reason To ce...

in the silent corridor was i waiting for the doctor nurses moving and doctors whispering people waiting anxiously outside the lady next to me was serious and so was the old man across so were everyone there gloomy,silent and serious there came a pair of tiny legs toddling towards the bench those pair of twinkling eyes winking at everyone around she blabbered and touched the old man smiled and chattered happily her sweet voice echoed in the silent corridor and in no time the silence was lost lost was the ego of everyone in the sweet cloud of innocence in the middle of corridor danced everyone with the child , children we became.

i dream of an azure sky i dream of a sea gull gliding across i dream of myself high up there i dream of myself free and happy some times i feel i am the happiest person to have this and that and go here and there and be with him and her and there are times when i wish i dint have all this and that dint want to go here and there wasn't with him and her my heart often whispers to me how nice it would be if you were free up in that clear sky you would glide you would glide like a sea gull its the freedom...that i wish... happy Independence day.....

The clouds so low, the breeze so cool The chirping birds in the dawn The misty air blurring the sight Is this what I wanted in my knees? Rays of light piercing through the cloud Struggling to reach the moist ground The twinkling dew drops on leaves Just keep going, smelling the air. Keep walking down the lane Not knowing to where it leads Not knowing from where it started Why is a silent lane so appealing? Yes, I don’t know where I will reach Yes, I don’t know how long I will go on But a beautiful feeling of the journey Will always be afresh in my heart!

(Another Forward... But a very touching one... yes... we all do need a washing) She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. “Mom, let's run through the rain, she said. What Mom asked. “Let’s run through the rain! She repeated. No...

(Just another forward that I received.. but the best of all i read... just to share it) In the name of God who gave you Life. Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have. Or how accepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone. It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all. It isn't about who you have kissed, it's not about sex. It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where you are sent to school. It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, Or what kind of music you listen to. It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown. Or if your skin is too light or too dark. Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybo...