Friday, September 16, 2011

The lesson is learnt...



The storm hasn’t abated yet;
The whirling winds are still so effective,
And the tides so high;
All thoughts so much entangled,
Just like long, unkempt locks of a girl;
Life looks like a difficult puzzle,
Which I have no clue, how to solve;
Time: the shrewd adroit player has played its turn,
And now with a cunning smile, is waiting for me to play mine;
I stand perplexed in front of my adept opponent,
A single wrong move and the game will be over;
Reading the murkiness in my eyes, Time smiles,
I can sense a positive vibe for a while;
“I’m not your rival, I’m your ally” he says,
“Come, I’ll teach you how to play,
And very soon you'll get to know, that no storm is here to stay!"

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

बन्जारे आंसू...


आंसुओं को अलविदा कह दिया है, अब इन आँखों ने इनके बिना जीना सीख लिया है!

आँखों के रास्ते बह जाते थे जो आंसू, बिना लफ़्जों के बहुत कुछ बयां कर जाते थे वो आंसू!

इनकी ग़ैर हाज़िरी में अब इन आँखों ने भी ख़ामोश रहना सीख लिया है!

दिल के दर्द को अपने आग़ोश में समेट कर बह जाते थे जो आंसू, मेरे हर ज़ख्म की चोट को यूँ ही सह जाते थे जो आंसू,

झूठे इल्जामों के तले गुनहगार की तरह कुचले से रह जाते थे जो आंसू,

किस्मत के मारे वो बेचारे आंसू, बेघर हुए दर दर भटकते वो बन्जारे आंसू!

Friday, July 10, 2009

Badi Batooni Hai Meri Khamoshi

Kuch ajeeb si hi hai meri aawaaz. Jab auron ko sunai nahi deti tabhi ehsaas hota hai mere kaanon ko iski goonj ka.
Din raat baton ka silsila yuhin chalta rehta hai zehen mein; aksar itna shor mach jata hai ki shak hota hai, koi aur bhi hai ghar mein. Talaashne pe maloom hota hai sirf sannata hai is ghar mei.
Itna shor kaise machati hain yeh aawazen jo mujh mein panap kar mujh mein hi reh jaati hain? Jab kabhi bagaawat pe utar aati hain kuch aawajen anjaam bura hota hai inka!
Chori chhupe jab kabhi bahar nikal aati hain yeh aawaazen inhen bina gawaah, bina mukaddama mujrim karaar de dia jata hai.
Isse to behtar hota kabi baahar na aati yeh awaazen. Ilzaamon ka bojh lekar marr bhi toh nahi sakti yeh aawazen.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Soul and Science

The nature of the Soul is, at the same time, simple as well as abstruse. Its existence is very much evident, but its origin is a secret. The same can be said of Science. It gives an explanation for every phenomenon that occurs in this Universe, but the origin of Science can be explained by none. It is an amorphous subject that is as simple as it is complex.
A noticeable fact is that Soul and Science are eternal and immortal; have no form or state of existence, but are still omnipresent.
The basic tenet of the Philosophy of Rene Descartes, “Cogito, ergo sum” means, ‘I think, therefore I am’. All my actions are governed by my brain. Even to wiggle my toe, a signal has to be sent from the brain. Neuroscience explains how the brain functions as the control-room of the human anatomy. The Consciousness within me is responsible for keeping me alive, and that Consciousness is the reflection of the Soul. The Soul is immortal and so should be the Consciousness. It is up to me to explore within and rise above the level of physical Consciousness to realize the existence of the eternal Consciousness. With this realization follows the realization that I am eternal, I am indestructible, I am forever.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Itni befikri se kaise so sakti hain ye aatmaayein, koi toh pehredaar hoga! Kal jab lut jaayega insaan ka ye jahaan to kaun zimmedaar hoga!

Umar badh jati hai is jahan mei har kisi ki, siwa us aatman ke jisse zindagi hai sabhi ki! Kya tujhe hai pata kya umar hai teri aatman ki!
Yun toh gehri hai neend meri aatman ki, par jab kabhi jag jati hai to sihar jati hai dekh kar ye halat mere banaye hue is jahan ki!
Bade dino se kuch sawaal the zehen mein, socha tha is baar jab jagegi meri aatman toh inke jawab mil jaayenge par lagta hai sapnon ki dunia hi ab duniya hai meri aatman ki.
Nikal padi main talaash mein ek jagti hui aatman ki! Jaha dhoonda wahi paaye maine kuch murjhaaye, kuch khilkhilaate hue chehre par aatmaayein sab soi hui;
Ek taraf Surya ka ujaala kehta hai din sar pe chad aaya hai wahin soti hui aatmaayein ek andheri raat ki taraf ishra karti hain! Itni befikri se kaise so sakti hain ye aatmaayein, koi toh pehredaar hoga! Kal jab lut jaayega insaan ka ye jahaan to kaun zimmedaar hoga!
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