Disenchanted lives

Our phone buzzes with texts and whats app messages all day
Catching-up and how-are-you-calls far and few in between
When did we start getting lazy about relationships?

We pay huge bills at restaurants knowing we are overpaying
But do not donate not believing if "it will reach the right place"
When did we start misplacing our principles?

We dream of exploring places and seeing people far off
Having no clue of who lives next door...
When did we become more pretentious and less curious?

We were fascinated when one told us they travelled abroad
We now envy the updates and photographs on social networks
When did other's joy start making us feel bad about ourselves?

'Fights' were only in parks playing those fun games
Kins now threaten each other and go to the courts
Why did the fights grow even as issues got pettier?

Life is busier now and times have really changed
We are aware and life goes on, we say...
But how did we let ourselves be indifferent to this change?

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The Picture of You

The young sapling is now almost a tree;

White pages of the book are now yellow. 

The restaurant is no longer there and 

They've stopped playing the song on radio.

Time touched and changed everything, 

but never his picture in my imagination. 

What if...... I always wonder.

I drive back into the past quite often,

To meet him & look at his sparkling eyes. 

I admire that loving ever-smiling face,

the brimming confidence and an achiever's pace.

He left me but his memories stayed 

And I made peace with it 

Until this day...

Blankness rules his blue eyes now, 

Smile appears like a guest on his face. 

Stress has perhaps aged him sooner, 

and has slowed down his walking pace. 

True time touches and changes everything 

and finally his picture in my imagination. 

What if....... I now wonder.

Live your dream

No dream is too big;
No idea too small...
There's always a safety net below,
To prevent you from that fall

So take a leap of faith
And listen to your heart;
Follow that dream you saw,
Give your passion a chance

Live, love and laugh free
Breathe in every moment,
And only then will you
Live life hundred percent

 

Take a step towards your dreams

Mr Love V/s Mr Arranged

Read it as an act where 'Love' and 'Arranged' are two characters: 

(Narrator):
This is the story of Love and Arranged, who were about to get estranged

Over a fight between the brothers on who was better than the other;

Who, of the two, had the greater finesse…to make marriage a success?

The relationship was about to dent…as began the argument:

Love said: I must be better as to me everyone is so kind…

Arranged mocked: “Ha ha! Idiot that’s because you are blind!”

Love: Still, I am most important of all!

Arranged: Without me everything will fall

Love: With me comes ease and familiarity

Arranged: I bring newness and novelty

Love: I have tales, stories and history

Arranged: Yawn! Nothing like my mystery!

(Narrator):
…Adding to everyone’s confusion, the debate went on without any conclusion.

Irked by all the noise, an old man then advised: “Separate the two, throw some challenges;

whoever survives, will be adjudged better”

Days went by…everyone could hear them both cry

Arranged suffered as he had no Love for company,

Love couldn’t do much without Arranged’s philosophy.

The old main then called them both and said
it isn’t a question of who is better

It’s about your principles working together;
a marriage will have a happy end

If there’s some arrangement in the story of love,
and love in the whole arrangement!

This is my second entry for the contest 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage!' on IndiBlogger in collaboration with Sony Entertainment Channel. Check out the facebook page of the serial 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marraige' here (www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange.)

Marriage: Love ya Arranged?

Marriage toh hai ek suicide

How does it matter what you decide!

Love ho ya ho arranged

Rishta toh yeh hai bilkul strange.

Change ho jaati hai life

When a couple becomes husband and wife.  

Hoti hai jab jab dono ke beech takrar

Window ke baahar jaata hai sara pyaar

Har argument ka ek hi hota hai sach:

“Huh, you have changed so much!”

Arranged marriage mein bas hota nahi comparison

Baki sab kuch hai same, nothing different

Haan gaaliyan padti hai uss source ko

Jisne milwaya tha inn dono ko…

“Had I known, I’d have never got married to you”:

Har fight ke baad this statement stands true!

Love ho jaye ya milwaye koi matrimony site

Dono hi case mein there is risk and fight

Jab consequence dono ka hai same

Toh kya koi mujhe batayega…

Ki iss debate ka kya hai aakhir fayda?

(Only that if you like this poem and vote

Mujhe prize mein kuch toh mil jayega!)

Jokes apart, let me be a little wise 

Raasta koi bhi ho, remember:

Marriage is a bittersweet compromise!

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This is an entry for the contest 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage!' on IndiBlogger in collaboration with Sony Entertainment Channel.  If you think it's worth it please vote here. Check out the facebook page of the serial 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marraige' here (www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange.)

It ended even before it began...

Wondering what it was
Wondering what it is
There's a lot of doubt
May be this is something
You'd just laugh about

Wondering what's happening
Wondering what happened
Who is to be blamed
Perhaps for you,
It was all just a game.

Wondering why it started
Wondering why did it end
May be it was all for a season
Or it ended for a reason...

Wondering if you ever wonder
Wondering if you even bother...
About all the broken ties.
I'm certain you don't
How would you?
You...who're so full of lies.

May be that's why it doesn't hurt
I could forget it as a blunder
But I shall call it all an accident
This verse shall be the funeral
And be the last time I'd wonder.

I, Me, Myself...

"I wasn't running... I was walking;
I wasn't yelling... I was only talking
Speaking out my mind-
Nothing wrong in that
And anyway I am always right!


I am the king/queen of universe
Hear from me the rule of thumb
World's a big bad place to live
Louder you shout, the mightier you become

SHOUT & SCREAM at the drop of a hat
And let 'em hear you loud
Or who would know of your presence
And how will your battles be fought??

Intensity is very important
So maintain a frown on your face
Ridicule others if you please but
Smiling is a sign of disgrace.

Trust no one here there's malice in one and all...
Even if you can't climb the success ladder
At least you can make the other fall
Fight. That's what you were born for

To win, see everything in black & white
There's nothing called essential goodness of mankind.
Mark my words -- there's nothing wrong in this
Anyway I am always right!..."


P.S.: This poem is a satire on what I am currently seeing around (in a place full of people full of themselves!). Inflated egos, uproars n shouts, blame games and long complain mails...Okay we are not living in a Gandhian era so a humble meek is not what you can be but is this (above poem) a success mantra really? If yes, I want you to define success please... Peace out and take a deep breath! World's not such a horrible place to be in ;)

pic courtesy: Deviant Art

Hazaron Khwaheishen Aisi...

Kaash ek kamra aisa hota...
Darwaza uska ek baag me khulta
Wahan pareshani ke photo par haar hota
Aur Haste rehna zaroori hota...
Sapno ki hawa behti
Khushiyon ki ek almaari hoti --
Har roz ek nikal ke odhni hoti
Gulaab ke foolon ka bistar hota
Sapne poore karne ka remote hota
Aur dukh ka andar aana mana hota
Kaash ek kamra aisa hota...
Kaash usi ka naam zindagi hota

Moments - II

You wish for stars and aim for skies
You look for moon
And you dream of flying high

But sometimes...

Sometimes all you want is...
a cup of coffee, some music and rain

Sometimes it's best to let go
and peacefully experience the change

Sometimes a perfect 'Friday night' means
A long walk at India Gate with friends

Sometimes getting lost in crowd
is the only means of finding yourself

Sometimes walking alone in a busy street
gives you the power you see in your dreams

Sometimes you again want to be the child
You've heard you had been...

Sometimes you have to cry out loud...

Sometimes it's okay to shed tears
after you've laughed your heart out

Sometimes it's just a good conversation
That makes you feel better

Sometimes it's good to believe
words of a fortune teller

Sometimes thoughts of your life 'you'll have one day'
Allows you to live a bit more of today

Some answers are best unasked
Some songs deserve a dance
Some moments are best forgotten
And some moments shouldn't be allowed to pass...

Moments - I

Giggle in my eyes and butterfly on my shoulder
Smell of yellow Lilies and voice of waterfall
A handful of mist and morning dew on my feet
And a little taste of flowing morning breeze
...Sometimes that is all you need!

Paradox

My life is full of dreams,
Albeit with doubts around
I am the thunder that has no sound...

I am the star that
doesn't always shine
I have no wings
But I dream of flying

I know the way,
But cannot lead...
I am the wave
That wouldn't recede

I believe in destiny
But deny fate
I am the sunshine
That'd never fade

I am fire
I am ice
I am frown
I am smile

And I smile with tear in my eye
I am the truth born as a lie
I am black, I am white
I am winter on a summer night

I am fact...I am fiction
I am my own contradiction.

Tonight....

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

~By Pablo Neruda ~
Pablo was a Chilean poet and diplomat...Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971. His original name was Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.

Starless Skies

Hmm...cloudy cloudy sky
Moon ain't far far away
Sharp-sharp moonlight
'Tis as bright as a day

It smells like winter
with cold cold air
'tis a hush hush moment
Feels almost like you're near

Closed closed kohled eyes
with silly silly dreams
..awake under starless skies
When night's almost like day

Hope

There's silence
in scared air
accompanying
several unanswered questions
And there is Me....

There's dusk
closing day's eyes
with
many undone promises
And there is Me....

There's moon
sitting alone
amidst
blurred sky
of your love
And there is Me...

Dawn's here.
Morning star
shines on
the dew on grass;
There is mist
engulfing my view
...And there is me
still waiting for you

Kabul

If you have read Khaled Hosseini, you would make much more sense out of this. I found this B-E-A-utiful desrciption of Kabul and thought it's surely worth sharing:

Ah! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountains
And Rose, of the trails of thorns she envies
Her gusts of powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes
But I love her, for knowing and loving are born of this same dust

My song exhalts her dazzling tulips
And at the beauty of her trees, I blush
How sparkling the water flows from Pul-I Bastaan!
May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!

Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise
For her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven
From the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection
Each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan



Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls

Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers
Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats

And I, I sing in the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara
And even the trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures Poem by Saib-e-Tabrizi

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