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Bus Yunhi...

एक वक्त था, खेला करते थे शब्दों से हम कभी... अच्छा बुरा जो भी सही, पीरों दिया करते थे हम यूँही। एक मुद्दत हूयी महसूस किए उन छुपे जज़्बातों को..  यूँही उड़ते किसी पन्ने ने मानो खोल दिया हो यादों को। वक्त ने कुछ ऐसा घुमाया है , दिल ने भी खुद्को कहीं छुपाया है.. शब्दों से वो जो रिश्ता है , खोए हुए महबूब जैसा है। ज़िंदगी अब एक चक्कर है , बाक़ी सब पीछे छूटा एक मंजर है.. एक याद से शुरू हुआ ये एक ख़याल है, शब्दों से पिरोया एक मायाजाल है।  (Ek waqt tha, khela karte the shabdon se hum kabhi.. Acha bura jo bhi sahi, piroh diya karte the hum yunhi... Ek muddat huyi mehsoos kiye un chupe jazbaaton ko.. Yunhi udte kisi panne ne maano khol diya ho yaadon ko..  Waqt ne kuch aisa ghumaya hai, dil ne bhi khudko kahin chupaya hai... Shabdon se wo jo rishta hai, khoye huye Mehboob jaisa hai... Zindagi ab ek chakkar hai, baki sab piche chutha ek manzar hai.. Ek yaad se shuru hua yeh ek khayal hai, Shabdon se piroya ek mayajaal hai... )
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The Pain of Happiness

Weird title, right? How can Happiness be a pain… I am writing something after a long long time, there was a time back in college days to years immediately after that when there was so much to write, there was so much to talk, there was so much to feel. Then we got busy with our jobs and then marriage and a Settled life… Marrying your best friend and your life has its perk that somehow you attain Nirvana – A different sort of Nirvana perhaps. One where life is too comfortable, you are never alone, and you have a basic lack of any pain in your life… Now even Nirvana has a problem, the lack of pain gives you a writer’s block… Not just that. When collectively everyone around you and all your close friends attain this stage, you reach a point when you start missing your friends. Not that they have gone anywhere but the things you used to talk changes, the emotions and feelings you used to share changes and things like jobs, etc. take center stage.

There I said it...

I am no blind follower aka Bhakt as some pseudo intellects call them but i don't mind if they call me one! Trend chal gya hai bus gaali dene ka, pehle sarkar kuch karti nhin thi to gaali ab kuch kar rahi hai to gaali.. Bus khud kuch na karna pade aur desh badal jaye yeh sapne dekhne wale log hain yahan pe apni jeb se kuch nikal to jaye, aansun aa jata hai. Yeh nhin dekhenge ki saalon ka galat sahi karne mein waqt khoon paseena sab lagta hai.. Petrol ke baad chappal/Joote ke rate bhi bada do nange paon chalna pade but 100% support the govt in what they are doing! I have always said that if politicians can deliver only and only 10% of what they commit i would be happy with it coz that would be more than negatives they have been doing and here we have a govt. that's fixing the foundation of this nation be it toilets or tax reforms, cooking gas or 100% electrification.  They are hitting the enemy hard on border and tax thief's inside equally harder. they are correcting

The Chase

Sitting in my balcony on a bean bag with  purple and green chinese string lights covering the entire balcony like a roof over my head and while humming the song 🎶Mere Mehboob Qayamat hogi aaj ruswa tere darr se inayat hogi 🎶 i browse through my Facebook timeline and this ad from Urban Ladder showing different collection of furniture 🛋️ that in itself gives a particular look and feel to your home made me think about this chase. The Chase we all are a part of, that wants us to keep running to earn more money💰. The Chase to acquire all this stuff that we think will bring more comfort to our lives. And even though you can afford it you think about another chase, the Chase to have a house 🏠 of our own where we'll keep all these modern designer stuff and will chill, enjoy and have a great life after office hours. The truth is even if you fullfill one chase another one sucks you in. You have a house of your own and slowly you put some of this stuff inside it but then the journey

Manmarziyan...

आज एक मुद्दत के बाद खुद के साथ बैठे हैं...  सुकून के कुछ पलों को पकडे बैठे हैं..  तनहा भले ही हैं पर तन्हाई का नामोनिशां नहीं...  कुछ यूँ माहौल बना कर बैठे हैं..  सितारों सी चमकती यह रौशनी, रूहः को छूती ये धुन...  लबों पे अंगूर का प्याला और दिल में ख्याल तुम्हारा...  आज एक मुद्दत के बाद खुद के साथ बैठे हैं...  Aaj ek muddat ke baad khud ke saath baithe hain... Sukoon ke kuch palon ko pakde baithe hain.. Tanha bhale hi hain par tanhayi ka naamonishan nhin.. Kuch yuh mahaul bna kar baithe hain.. Sitaron si chamkati yeh roshni, ruhh ko chooti huyi yeh dhun... Laboon pe angooron ka payala aur dil mein khayal tumhara...  Aaj ek muddat ke baad khud ke saath baithe hain..

Dard 2

एक दर्द बस यूँही सीने से लगाए बैठे हैं..  एक तस्वीर यूँही सजाए बैठे हैं...  हैं करीब वो और ज़िन्दगी हसीं बहुत.. फिर भी नजाने क्यों यह ख्याल लिए बैठे हैं...  चंद अल्फाज़ निकले इस जुबां से..  बस इसलिए दर्द का दामन पकडे बैठे हैं...  एक दर्द बस यूँही सीने से लगाए बैठे हैं...  Ek dard bus yunhi seene se lagaye baithe hain.. Ek tasveer yunhi sajaye baithe hain... Hain kareeb wo aur zindagi haseen bahut... Fir bhi na jane kyun yeh khayal liye baithe hain..  Chund alfaaz nikle is jubaan se..  Bus isliye dard ka daaman pakde baithe hain... Ek dard bus yunhi seene se lagaye baithe hain...

Dard

ज़िन्दगी कितनी ही खुशहाल क्यों ना हो.. मज़्ज़ा तो दर्द ही देता है...  दिन गुज़रते हैं ख़ुशी से..  रातें नशीली तो दर्द से ही होती हैं...  हसने से लगती है ज़िन्दगी हलकी.. जज़्बातों का वजन तो दर्द ही एहसास कराता है...  बातें ख़ुशी ख़ुशी हवाओं में उड़ती हैं..  लिखने को शब्द तो दर्द ही दे पाता है...  ज़िन्दगी कितनी ही खुशहाल क्यों ना हो.. मज़्ज़ा तो दर्द ही देता है...  Zindagi kitni hi khushal kyun na ho.. Mazza to dard hi deta hai... Din guzarte hain khushi se.. Raaten nasheeli to dard se hi hoti hain... Husne se lagti hai zindagi halki.. Jazbaaton ka wajan to dard hi ehsaas krata hai... Baaten khushi khushi hawaon mein udti hai.. Likhne ko shabd to dard hi de pata hai...  Zindagi kitni hi khushal kyun na ho.. Mazza to dard hi deta hai...