Yaron ke naam... Buka ka paigaam

कभी हुमारी भी हुआ करती थी एक कहानी, होती थी एक ज़माने मे हस्ती अपनी भी पुरानी,
कंधे पे था दोस्तो का हाथ, सारा ज़माना जीत लें था ऐसा एहसास,
पढ़ाई और काम का तो सिर्फ़ बहाना था, स्कूल/कॉलेज तो दोस्तों से मिलने जाना था,
साथ बैठ कर करते थे मस्ती, जब समोसा था 2 रुपए और चाय थी सस्ती,

इन नस्स्फ़ाडों के लिए की बचपन और जवानी कुर्बान, आज साले बन बैथे जैंसे इस दिल की जान,
छोटी से छोटी बातों को दिल से लगाया, फिर भी कामीनो ने जाते जाते खूब हँसाया,

मेरे यारों मेरे मरने के बाद एक वादा निभाना है,
मेरे जनाज़े पर आ के कहना "उठ शाम को दारू पीने जाना है"

humari bhi kabhi hoti thi ek kahani, hua karti thi hasti apni bhi purani,

kandhe pe tha dosto ka hath, sara zamana jeet lein tha ainsa ehsaas,

sath baith kar karte the masti, jab samosa tha 2 rupe aur chai thi sasti,

In nussfaadon ke liye ki bachpan aur jawaani kurban, aaj sale ban bhaithe jainse is dil ki jaan,

Padhai aur naukri ka to sirf bahana tha, college/office to doston se milne jana tha,

chhoti se chhoti baton ko dil se lgaya, fir bi kamino ne jaate jaate khub hansaya.

mere yaron mere marne ke baad ek vada nibhana hai,

mere janaze par aake kehna "uth shaam ko daroo peene jana hai"

stuff that my brain has been churning out....

....thoughts that have been hitting me lately, some came out after deep diving into the matters of the world, mind and heart, some as a result of a bit of happiness or content and some were just rhyming well :)
I'd recommend you to give them a moment, while you take them away or leave them where they are; I assume some do have the power to change things or lives or the way you might think generally and some would just result in a momentarily smile - both outcomes do fulfill my objective of sharing them.

Kuchh hai hai hi nahi jiske liye ye jaan de denge hum....
to kya faayda poori karke jeene ki ye rasam....................
कुछ है है ही नही जिसके लिए ये ज़ान दे देंगे हम,
तो क्या फायेदा पूरी करके जीने की ये रसम|

The world is like an airport where people smile, talk, laugh, frown, cry with you and board; leaving you alone, waiting for your own flight.
well... I would not take full credit for this one, it was jointly kind of thought and developed with this Turkish girl, whose name I couldn't even pronounce and remember now. It was quite a walk with her at England's highest mountain though.

aaj tumse milne ke baad, na rahi unki koi nishaaniyaan..........
Gar dhyaan hai mujhe, kuchh thi to sahi meri pareshaaniyaan
आज तुमसे मिलने के बाद, ना रही उनकी कोई निशानियाँ,
गर याद है मुझे, कुछ थी तो सही मेरी परेशानियाँ|
my favorite of the lot.

Some wouldn't just understand you; some like hell do.
If you don't get this, don't worry; you will, some day.

wo kahte hai thoda aur kar lo, tumhara kya jaata hai.............................
kainse batayein unhe ke ye 'intezaar' karna hi to hamein nahi aata hai.
वो कहते है तोड़ा और कर लो, तुम्हारा क्या जाता है,
कैंसे बतायें उन्हे के ये 'इंतेज़ार' करना ही तो हमें नही आता है|

na soch itna ae dil mere..... bekhauf hain yahaan qaatil tere.
ना सोच इतना आए दिल मेरे..... बेखौफ़ हैं यहाँ क़ातिल तेरे
now I am not sure if this is original, one might have heard it before but for me at that moment this was original. Also if you do a Google, nothing comes out except for my tweet.
Anyway this one came out after 5 pints in a club and I was still trying to assess if it would make sense to approach this sweet looking Spanish girl or not.

after some serious sleeplessness; everything looks 'black and white' to me...and it seems like an exciting way too look at the world.
after no sleep for 4 days in a row, and a lot of digging and thinking....what hit me (which I already knew but never kind of experienced like this) was that it really doesn't matter if you succeed or loose, as this world is 'null and void' and whatever you gave it....good or bad; whatever it gave you... good or bad - doesn't really matter much.
What matters maybe is what you took from what you gave or got and how you will take it further. This world is anyway 'null and void' so you may fill it with whatever you like... positivity or negativity, smiles or cries, guilt or content..... I know after reading this you have many thoughts or questions. and I too have much more to write on this so will dedicate another post entirely on this. Again will not claim this as mine as this is an age old philosophy very easy to talk or discuss but bloody tough to practice. References: Landmark Education, The Power of Now and Teachings of Budhha

....there are always some words dwindling in my head....just that the music (rhymes) keeps changing...
in Reply to this budding musician friend, Rahul

Ek bheega hua insaan baarish se nahi darta,
Jiske saare sapne toot gaye ho, wo kabhi koi khwaish nahi karta
Jo waqt rahte kabhi gira na ho.... wo bewaqt nahi hai sambhalta
Baarish me ulta dhara bartan kabhi nahi hai bharta
(WIP - will add few, refine and connect, maybe in next post. ref Anupam Kher, Buka, Panchatantra)

If you face criticism, close your eyes and see how you feel. Accept that feeling with grace. You will feel less hurt.
this is not original, a tweet from Chetan Bhagat, that moved me so could not help but share it here.

Insane insomnia... and the scary tunnel

a long, dark, scary tunnel... with lot of twists & turns...
and lot of people, some staring at me, some attacking,
I fought all, kept winning and loosing the body energy
at every turn, I thought I'll get to get some rest and see some light...
alas, turn-after-turn, found no light, only found another fight...
now that I'm awake and thinking.... does that dream just flashed something that I have already been through,
that I feel like relating to..... hmmm, may be that was a trailer of my life...
whatever that was. That was some tunnel and some walk.

on that note I am again sitting here with no sleep. It's been proving difficult to sleep, especially with peace these days..... now you might be thinking, 'how can one sleep without peace?'
when you are already running the body on reserve (extreme lack of sleep) and are still not able to refresh (sleep); and instead, choose something else to do even at 3-4-5am in the morning and suddenly find yourself shaken up by 7am alarm or your maid's knock at the door. I'm sure you pretty much ended up sleeping, not sure if peacefully.

After all these days of 2-3 hrs sleep, I decided to sleep big today but yet again despite all the planning and preparations, I find myself awake at 1:45am, thanks to the long, dark and scary tunnel.

Today, yes it all started today.....

A thousand emotions passed the heart when I saw the date today,

I really don’t want to remember what happened on this day,

But forget, forgetting this day; it runs into my mind like a slow replay,

Don’t know why, why did I succumbed to the heart and had to obey,

It all had to start today, ‘the worst yet the best day of my life’ you could say.

Why don’t I have a ‘shift-delete’ for this mind?

Why, in this huge chaos…. that face I can still find?

Why, why.... that day she didn’t just ignore my words and became blind?

And why, why... did I had to put my heart into the grind?

Yes, it all started that day when probably after ages my face had shined.

Little I knew that the shine and excitement was not to last,

And as the old people often say 'happy days pass very fast',

I always knew this that for a romantic story, I was not the right cast,

There, in no time I was fighting with my future, present as well as past,

Don't know if it was us OR if it was life - everything seemed to be a strange contrast.

Still on this day, I must say, about that day I have no regret,

It just happens to be one of those days that one can’t forget,

This day will play into my mind, even after a while when life’s all set,

But I still don’t how to take this day - whether to rejoice or get upset,

It all started today; I don’t really know why but this day makes my eyes a little wet.