Monday, November 21, 2011

The Bird in the Sky

The bird: 

Even in its last flight
It didn't stop dreaming of that horizon
Where it could not reach
But never till death did its sight it missed

The hunter:

Even now that it's shot
She's dreaming of that horizon
It would have been fit if the earth where she was born
In her dreams and reality, if she could keep

There are always two sides of every argument. Every action can be looked at in two ways. Every word spoken, every gesture, every thought can be made to appear like a coin with two sides. It is for you to decide which is right or wrong. Just like the coin, which does not have a right or wrong side but only one can win a toss. Who am I or anyone to decide whether your choice was right or wrong? Remember, even if you fail, you were always a winner.

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Friday, November 18, 2011

Red and Yellow

Yellow, the colour of flame
Red, the colour of her dress
The holy colours of union

Yellow, the colour of flame
Red, the colour of her dress
The bleeding humanity's death

Wednesday, November 09, 2011


मांद में छुपा नहीं है, घात लगाये बैठा है
भूरी आँखें खुली हुई हैं, देख लिया हैं उसने उसे 
इंतज़ार है थोड़ा, बस कुछ पल की देरी, वो आएगा सामने 

उसकी भी किस्मत तो देखो
आज ही अपने घर, अपने परिवार से नाता तोड़ आया था
अकेले चल पड़ा था  अपने ज़िन्दगी के नए रास्तों को ढूँढने 
कुछ तो खफा था, कुछ खुद पर भरोसा था
आँखों में थे सपने, मन के किसी कोने में पर बैठा था हल्का सा भय
क्या जाने क्या होगा, ये वो कैसे जान सकता था
कुछ चमकता सा देख बढ़ चला, न जाने कैसी थी यह कौतूहलता 
कैसी थी वो चपलता, कैसा था वो अल्हड़पन 
जो भूल गया वो सब जो कभी किसी ने था सिखाया 

उसके हर कदम को देख रहा है वो
ह्रदय में कोई दुर्भावना नहीं, बस लक्ष्य को पाना चाहे वो
वो अकेला है, असहाय है, इन सब व्यर्थ के सोच में क्यों पड़े वो
आखिर ये भी तो है एक कर्त्तव्य, अपने कर्त्तव्य से कैसे मुंह मोड़े वो  

Sunday, November 06, 2011

Imli Khatti Meethe Ber

Absolutely no idea why I wrote this. The movie is so cliched. Any one watching it can predict what would happen. Yet, I would watch it on any given day than watch the utter nonsense that's being thrown at the audience in the name of star power and being called path breaking movies in the Hindi film industry. I would rather watch a Manmohan Desai "bichhudna-milna" drama which still is so much sought after. That probably is the reason why I wrote this.

Stop! Don't you compare us even for a while
I am not he and he is not I
Hell! We don't see each other eye to eye
We want to hurt the other even if we had to die
His smiles are the biggest whenever I cry
A moment of joy in my life, the walls of his house shudder
When his fist meets to bring them down with a try

Oh! What happened, please tell me! Don't lose your calm
Remember you were once like brothers in arms
Now you hurt each other like no one else could harm
Speak! Don't act like you don't give a darn!

Judge me wrong or judge me right
But I am not going to give up this fight
'Tis true once we stood side by side
Won a many, lost a few and together survived
Protected each other, shared the pains and even for each other we cried
But now no more, the feelings are gone, the tears have dried
The heart has locked itself away, the bonds all broken that held us tied

Don't ask me why this change has come
Don't ask me what of us has become
Don't choose a side for you'll never know
Who to choose as you saw us together grow
Don't try to stop what has already been started
Just watch till there comes the end
The end that neither of us wanted.


Saturday, November 05, 2011


"Ma, you said that butterflies are beautiful. Why is that one so ugly then?"

"It's not a butterfly, son. It's a moth."

"But it looks like a butterfly, doesn't it?"

"It is very similar to a butterfly. It has a life cycle same as a butterfly. It even does the same things as a butterfly, helping new plants to grow."

"Oh! Then I made a mistake by calling it ugly."

"And how is that?"

"Didn't you say that our beauty lies in the work we do? Then how can she be ugly?"

"No, she can't," she said and hugged him.

So very often as a child we thought that we could never make our parents feel proud except by getting good results. We never realised that the times we ran to our homes to bring that Dettol bottle and cotton to clean the wounds of a friend who got hurt or the times we asked our father to give a small change to the beggar or when we said something like above without realising how deeply meaningful it was, we made them feel proud of us. 'coz in the end, all they ever wanted was us to grow as a good human being.
This is a tribute to all parents without whose teachings we would not be what we are today.