Thursday, 25 August 2011

mohabbat me buri niyat se kuch socha nahi jata
 kaha jata h usko bewafa samjha nahi jata
 tumhare sath me gar kuch nayapan hai to yeh h
bahut dard deta hai magar chhoda nahi jata!!



Kaun chahega tumhe meri tarah
Ab kisi se na mohabbat karna!


hamara yeh tajurba k khush hona mohabbat me
kabhi mushkil nahi hota kabhi asaan nahi hota!!



aadat

Saans lena bhi kaisi aadat hai?
jeeye jana bhi kya rawayat hai?
koi aahat nahi badan me kahin
koi saaya nahi aankhon me
paon be-his hain chalte jaate hain
ek safar hai jo bahut rehta hai
kitne barson se kitni sadiyon se
jiye jaate hain, jiye jaate hain
Aadaten bhi ajeeb hoti hain!  Gulzar

Khwab

Khwab marte nahi..
Khwab dil hain, na aankhen na saanse k jo
reza reza hue to bikhar jayenge
Jism ki maut se yeh bhi mar jayenge
khwab marte nahi
khwab to roshni hain, nawa hain, hawa hain
Jo kaale paharo se rukte nahi
zulm k dozakhon se bhi phukte nahi
Roshni aur nawa aur hawa k aalam
maqtalon me bhi pahunch kar ye jhukte nahi
khwab to hurf hain
khwab to nuur hain
khwab to suqrat hain (socrates)
khwab mansoor hain!

Ahmad Faraz

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

poetry- some stolen some own

Raat yun dil me teri khoyee hui yaad aayi
Jaise veerane me chupke se bahaar aa jaaye
jaise sehraon me haule se chale baad e naseem (hawa)
jaise beemar ko bewajah qarar aa jaaye. (Faiz)

Ye tajurba bhi khud par aazmaoon main
k usko yaad karoon khud ko bhool jaoon main!

Ye rang anokhe hain ye jazbe nirale hain
jo tumne diye hain lamhe wo bolne wale hain
iss dil ki daulat ka mol nahi hai pyaare
iss daulat k rakhne wale sab hi diwale hain
har lamhe me ji lete hain jo poori zingani
wo log hi zinda hain wo log jiyale hain
iss dard ki behshat me aana nahi h aasaan
aansoo jo hain nikle wo ab samandar k hawale hain
har raat ko mar ke rehte hain ye zinda
parwane hi sachche aashiq deewane hain..



Zindgi khel hai, aur khel me agar
chot lag jaaye to rona kaisa
kuch na paane par shikayat kaisi
kuch na paaya to khona kaisa




Saturday, 6 August 2011

traffic signal


Traffic signal

 Madhur Bhandarkar made a movie by the name of ‘traffic signal’ to show the chaos around this place which is in existence to create order on city’s roads. 

  All of us have witnessed the changes that have occurred on the traffic signals. There have been changes not just in terms of numbers and types of vehicles but also in the kind of people for whom it is their workplace. Earlier, we used to see beggars either old/handicapped/ women with young children. Now in addition to these we have kids doing all kinds of jigs, or selling magazines/ novels and other paraphernalia sellers. Then there are some who come and insist on cleaning glasses of your vehicles.
Recently these people have been joined by eunuchs. They feel that God has not been kind to them so it is the collective responsibility of the society to undo this wrong done to them by giving generous money to them. If you are not kind to them then God save you from their curses. They do not beg they ‘demand’ money from you. And no, one or two rupees will not do, they order you to give them from five rupees (if you are lucky!) to ten  to twenty rupees.
If it is a signal near a hospital then you would find people asking for sympathy (money again!!) for a close relative who is ill. Yours truly met a 60 plus woman who was crying for her son who had met with an accident and now she had no money for his treatment. It was a rare moment of smartness when I stumped her when I said that I had met her at the same place a day before as well when she had said the same thing. She just made a face and left without saying a word. It amused auto driver but he gave me no concession!!
  There are also women and kids who sell their stuff with pleadings like they have not eaten so if you buy their product they can buy a meal for themselves. Thinking that, well, they are not begging at least, I have bought numerous agarbattis, pencils, tissue paper boxes and God knows what not. Usually things that I do not need or would never require. Always, return home sheepishly usually with the same story and different stuff to an amused husband!!

Cold Icy winds Hit my face, as I watch mothers adjusting caps, keeping babies warm. Men don jackets, gloves, girls wrap themselves in a ...