Tanha Kaynaat

Main aksar apne saath hoti hoon
Kabhi subah ki sunehri kirno mein lehlahaati hui
Kabhi shaam ki mastt khunki mein gungunaati hui

Main aksar apne saath hoti hoon....
Waqt ke saath qadam milaati hui
Apne aap se khush, muskuraati hui....


Khud apne saath baithi hui
Kabhi  ugtey huay sooraj  ko
Kabhi udti hui chidiyon ko
Kabhi hanstey huay phoolon ko
Kabhi sharmaati hui ghaas ko
Kabhi paas aati hui titli ko
Kabhi doorr jaati hui ghataaon ko
Kabhi  nikhre huay chaand   ko
Kabhi behkey huay mausam ko

Apne dil mein apni aankhon se mehsoos kiya karti hoon


Unn ko wo  kyon  nahi dikhta
Jo  mujh ko nazar aataa hai  .......
Wo log jo kehtey hain ke
Apni tanhaai mein kahiin  khoii si main rehti hoon

Aakhir Kyon.....

This is  dedicated to a young couple very very dear to me.....I wish they would always  be together..................... for me they always will be.............
But in reality they are not .....................................................................


"Kyon bantey hain wo rishtey jin ki qismat  hai bikharna
Kyon miltey hain wo dil jin ki qismat hai ujadna

Wo tera  milna, phir baarha mujh se wo takrana tera
Meri qismat  thi....ya ke  thi wo qismat teri

Kyon jud gayi  chand din ko teri qismat se qismat meri.....

Kyon qareeb aaye thay hum jo tha aise hi chaley janaa
Kya karoon kaise sambhaloon main judaai ka ye nazranaa

Le jaa yaadein apni, de de waapis meri tamannaein
Warna amaanat mein khayanat ka bhi ilzaam lagey ga mujh par

Dil ke aangan mein ye  kirchein..... kitni chubhti hain
Kabhi paaon mein.... kabhi aankhon mein bhi lagti hain


Ek aandhi dabey paaon chali aayi thi
Kya ussi ne machaai hai tabaahi itni

Zara aansoo tham jaaein to dekhoon....
Thoda behlay jo ye dil, to zehen kaam karey....

Kyon baney thay wo rishtey
Jin ki qismat mein bikharna tha......

Chandni mein sharabor mera aangan

Simat rahi hai chaandni mere ghar ke aangan mein
Aaj ki raat chiraaghon se kaho zara araam karein

Aamrood ke darakhat ka saya jhilmila raha hai sarshar ho kar
Ghiidhaunchion par rakhey huay paani ke ghade mehek uthay hain mahaul ke saath

Kuchh dooor par beri ka  ooncha sa pedd  aasmaan ko tak raha hai tamanna ki tarah
Kuuein ke paani mein chhaand apna aks dekh kar thithak gaya hai kuchh itraata hua 

Kyaarian bhari paddii hain nashiili bele ki kaliyon se aarasta  ho kar
Ye kaliyan khilney ko betaab , aapas  mein sargoshiyan kar rahi hain

Khamoshi gungunaati hai,  raat ki masst hawa jhijhak si jaati hai
Chaandni utri hai mere aangan mein, chiraaghon se kaho aaj wo araam karein

( By Ghazala M )

Thankful Always :):)

"Shirin Farhad Ki to Nikal Padi" is a contemporary love story, where the characters are (obligingly) not from the stinking rich families who look like living in a make-believe world.
It is  not a rich-guy-poor-girl (or vice versa) fairy-tale.
It is also not about that teeny-weeny dream-of-the-teens called First Love.
It is actually quite realistic and beautifully emotional. But of course, like life, the film too has its imperfect moments. And like one who has learnt to move on in life, the viewers too happily let go of the flaws to enjoy the larger picture. Life itself.

The best part is that  it is  about mature , middle aged people and yet conveys a feeling that is as refreshing as the first dew-drops. Perhaps the blossoming of love  makes life bloom as nothing else ever can. It has been proved beyond doubt that love indeed has no expiry date.
To a traditional mind and to an orthodox lifestyle, it may be difficult to come to terms with some extraordinary facts of life ....situations and circumstances that are beyond one's control and hence must be tackled differently

Settling down in life is not deemed complete in most societies and communities unless one is normally (or is it naturally....???) married. Some extend this completeness to having children....and then further to the girl-boy ratio ..... So obviously most young people are supposed to "settle down" by a certain age. And what if that does not happen.
Or worse still if  the "settlement"  receives an unexpected blow from uncertainities that life often serves with extra helpings of rotten coldness....and which most often is bitter on the tongue and teary in the eyes.

Happiness comes with  having the freedom to choose Happiness.
And at  different phases in life Happiness comes with different meanings.
If at one time it is in togetherness, at some other time it may come in Me talking to Myself.
Life is full of possibilities and opportunities. It is also not same at all times.

I am absolutely convinced that Love has no expiry date.
But let us not forget that some relations do thankfully have an expiry date....
(Otherwise looking forward to future would be impossible !!!)

Kya hua....???

Umangon ka saiilaab umadd kar machalney wala tha
Ke rukk gayi barsaat....
Achanak...

Dooor talak waadi mein
Na koi badal bacha, na kahiin sayaa raha....
Zameen ki ghaas bhi jhulas gayi
Aur patte sab jhadd gaye darakhto'n se......

Utray kai rang
Khul gaye raaz kai......

Chhin gaye alfaaz zubaan ke
Kya karey fariyaad koi....


Ek saath  anginat dukh-bhare saaz baje 
Unn ki jhankaar ne samet liiye fiza ke rang sabhi

Dil  tha ke  mamooli sa sheesha tha
Ya ke wo koi khilona  tha....
Jo toota tha kahiin ...

Kya pata kya tha, magar shakk hota hai
Ke wo dil hi  raha hoga jo toot gaya khamoshi se

( By Shazia  )

Maazi ki ummas se doorrr

Aankhon  se ojhal huay , dil se bhi door ho gaye hain
Kitney pakkey thay wo rishtey jo yun choor ho gaye hain

Ab nayi Mehfilein hain , naye log , naye rishtey hain
Zindgi mein roshni  hai nayi , raastey puur-noor ho gaye hain

Maaili-maili si wo yaadein, meri aankhon ne unhein dho dalaaa
Khil uthi khwahisho'n ki dhanak , sajda e dil  manzoor ho gaye hain

Maazi ki ummas mein jiiye jaatey thay khud apne hi dushman bann kar
Khol  kar ghar  ke kiivadon ko  jo dekha hai  to masroor ho gaye hain

Doooor jis din se  huay khud se ,  bhool gaye thay andaaz e safar e zeest
Dil ki dhadkan ne  jagaya to,  khwaabon ke shaher zinda tabeer ho gaye hain

( By Ghazala M )

Shocked .....

11th August  starting  4 pm  was a musical concert  called "Malhar ke Prakar" at St.Xavier's College Hall. Had planned to go, but then as the rains have been almost scanty and The Malhar sounded ironical, I thought of  going to Linking Road instead. Yes!  the contrast  indeed was too much....what  after all can one compare between the soulful melody of the ragas and the soul-less business of shopping .

But now I know I was fortunate.

The pictures  of  an afternoon of violence  in Mumbai   are, to say the least, unbelievably shocking.  There have been hundreds of protests rallies and public meetings earlier at Azad maidan. Also there have been candle light homages, some  on a rainny evening too. But never has  there been this kind of  senseless violence where in a little over 30 minutes more than 10 vehicles get burnt or damaged.
The arson leaves  more than 50 innocent people injured and 2  people who must never have imagined what lay in store for them, dead.  So much tragedy. So much suffering. Absolutely  thoughtless.
And it was all so totally avoidable...

Who could have ever suspected that a rally  highlighting the plight of  the human massacre and injustice in Assam would end up resulting in misery and devastation for people who had nothing to do with the suffering in Assam.
The rally  has totally lost its purpose. And in fact created another issue. On television channels among others Baba Ramdev has condemned this act of arson and violence, while on the issue of Lokpal he has paradoxically asked his followers to be ready for a possible call for "Kranti".

Most of the time under one pretext or  another our respected  leaders and popular public figures have been endorsing and glorifying violence  and instigating the youth to take to the streets to fight "for their rights".  The youth, as we all know, are like some inflammable  material, who really and earnestly want to redeem  the ills that have been causing a decay in the system. They have dreams for a better tomorrow. And the energy to work for their goals. What they need is proper guidance.

It is  criminally disgraceful to  so ruthlessly and stealthily snatch their dreams away   and  turn them into cannon fodder in political  battles.  It is not "for thier rights" or dreams that they finally end up fighting.
In fact they most frustratingly finish  unsung , caught  between the devil and the deep  sea.  They realise after it becomes too late that they  have been cunningly "used"  for selfish interests, and have been evilly betrayed  by people in whom they had  put their  faith.

The dreams, the aspirations, the inspirations....the youth loose everything.
 Is it not a National Loss ?