For those who read me regularly,
I want to tell them something today. I do not write for myself, but for those –
whom I think need my writing a lot. I am a very shy person by nature, but it is
also true – my shyness flies somewhere far in the rocky mountains when I start
to write. I know people misjudge people with writing skills to be corrupt, silent,
notorious etc but let me tell you, people who love to write - can only write,
when that little light inside somewhere simmers, or else there will no
difference between a banker – counting notes, and a writer writing poems. The
world knows there is a lot of difference. It is not that bankers are harder
people, it is only that they – think a lot in terms of profit and loss, whereas
– writers – think majorly about – breakeven, they think – let me at least get
at least that much appreciation, as much my work deserves. Anyways a lot –
about myself and my work, let me start by writing – my work here. The title of
todays work is inspired from – A feeling I carried the whole day today, someone
somewhere – felt I am cheating on him/her, and in response to this – he/she ignored
me – the whole day – not thinking – that it can be – contradictory, as well as untrue.
But, when you can’t change the
world – it is said – it is best you change – something in you. Something – that
treacherous desire to be with her, that treacherous desire to love the world,
that treacherous desire to make it large.
I was reading a someone, today in
the newspaper – and the person – is popularly known as a “celebrity chef”, of
the media world; not what exactly does this mean ? He prepares food only
celebrities can eat. He is a celebrity, but, then how can – celebrities – start
cooking ? or His dishes are so – expensive – only celebrities can afford it ?
No you see – today in a world of so much confusion and constant criticism,
people often chose a keyword to cling to – he is a presenter-teacher, he is a mutual
fund banker, and he is a rock singer. Lets analyze – anyone who starts to sing
– can sing anything, and seeing the rarity of this art in genera understanding,
I’m sure that cousin of yours or that friend of yours is usually very famous. But,
how can you say – he only sings rock, no. This is a generalization that person
has made about himself – at the first go – that – I’m not just a singer – but –
I can sing the toughest part of it – Rock as well. I have learnt my art well,
and I understand the verticals.
So friends – we keep living
around a set of beliefs – we firmly believe – our life stands on them, the
magic begins – when our Understanding fails – and we start falling – against
another – third force – the force of Luck, Chance, Destiny, Kismet or God’s
Plan in our lives.
We love ourselves, to the extent
that – we forget – there is a larger world – outside somewhere- that needs our
intervention. When a train accident happens and those – who have seen – one,
you know – Money, and Food and Medicine – come all very secondary in that kind
of a scenario, the urge – to save people – comes first and foremost. We see
death face to face, when our Luck – is safe and we are still without bruises,
we see so many crying in Pain…what has happened? Some are crying in pain, some
are even Leaving the pain to silence, where is life, where is God…what do we do
? No we don’t have the time to blame anyone then, we do what we do…we want to
save people…we want to save life. Friends – this is what exactly happens – in
real life scenarios…in our relations, once we get a hint – we are drifting, we
start to search within, what has happened to me, why am I like this ? At times
we get those answers, at times – we are lost. I don’t say – if you talk to the
person – who is about to commit suicide – he/she will stop, but, the chances of
his not committing suicide – increase – and it is proved after research.
There are people in this world
more beautiful than others, there are those, whom we can’t move our eyes from
them. Lets analyze – When we are watching them, what are we looking at – we are
looking at their beauty, we are looking at their destiny, we are looking in a
mirror – where we feel, how lovely God is and how lovely – His creations are ?
We feel – these are people with such happy lives, they have everything in life,
they are so strong. We draw a picture – very perfect – when we think about
them. But is it the truth ? They don’t have toothache ? They don’t have –
emotions ? They don’t have a Private Circle of life, they want it to be theirs
alone ? They don’t have heartaches ? No friends – the face is not the
indication, of the inner being, it is just the reflection of the society we are
living in. And, some philosophers have said it – it is easier for ordinary
looking to survive, for those –with the gift of beauty – the world is a
different place. But, well – you usually don’t see – dark complexioned girls
making it much – to the Cosmetic Industry Ad Campaigns – because the
make-belief world of Cosmetics Industry – can’t afford too much of a truth. Someone
born dark is better than someone, who is fair – but has to face all the dark of
this Earth in one life. What I want to say here is – we all have weaknesses,
some are good at sowing it to the world, some bury it deep within their hearts,
and think – nobody is knowing about them.
Just a small poem to wound up
what I’ve been writing here:
Badi umeed thi tumse, mujhe lagta
tha aisa hi !
Magar jab paas aya to meri aakhen
hi khul gayi hai,
Jinhe main sochta tha – matlabi
aur sirf khudgarzi,
Woh aankhen hain tumhari jindagi
ke jam thehrey se !
Humee mein kuch kami hogi ki
tumse dooriyan ban gayi,
Kyun varna be-wajah to jindagi
yun gam nahi deti,
Humey hi – dard sarey ab jamaney
ke miley tohfa,
Humee ko maut ab pehlu mein leke
naacht rehti.
Jahan par koi nahi aata, kyun hum
itney akele hai,
Ki jaise khandaro maein bhoot – apne
dukh mein rotey hain,
Jinhey sab – jindagi bhar kostey
hain, unke honey pe,
Kyun hum jaise – hi – is duniya
ko wajahen dete jeene ki.
Unhi aankhon ki khaatir jindagi
ab beet-ti si hai,
Ki jin aakhon ne humko –
aashiqui…ki – chaal thukrayi,
Humey khud se muhabbat ho gayi ..
unsey miley jab se
Na ab dil paas rehta hai… Na koi
saans bhi sang mein
Patangey aasmanon mein hai udti –
jab akele hi
Mai unse baaten karta hun tuhari
pyaar ki saari
Mai khud kuch dor se lipta hua sa
khud ko pata hun
Meri har chaal – mein shamil
tumhara aks hota hai
Nahi is jindagi ke bas mein humko
door kardey yeh
Hummey har jindagi mein – bas
tumhara saath pana hai
Samay to beet-ta jaata hai – yeh
kamjor behad hai
Nahi badlengey hum, ab yeh hamara
tumse vada hai.
Jinhe jaana tha – who sab chod ke
– ab rakh ke saathi
Na tum jaana – yeh bas choti si
ek – farmaish kertey hain
Tumhi ko sang pakey hum bhi thoda
jee saa lete hun
Ki varna - hai hi kya is jindagi
mein dekhne jaisa..????
Jahan duniya khatam hoti hai,
maine ghar banaya hai.....
Tumharey saath rehney ka bada
sapna sajaya jai......
Nahi maloom kab – hum rasta woh
paar kar payen.......
Magar jayengey..sach hai .. Dard
ko apna banaya hai.......
Kyun humko yeh samay kuch is
tarah se dard deta hai.......
Na khush rehta hai na yeh humko
khush rehney bhi deta hai.........
Hai shayad – Isko hi shaitan ne
apna farishta chun.......
Hamari jannaton – mein aag ka – jariya
banaya hai........
Badi jalti hai saansen ab, badi
beemar si aankhen......
Humein ab jindagi se koi – khawish
reh nahi gayi hai.......
Bas ek sapna hai .. ki jab –
akhiri saanson ka toofan ho......
Hamarey paas tum ho aur – humko
kuch pata na ho........
Poetry is a gift of God …we don’t
write for popularity ..we write for survival ..
If you can’t appreciate – also –
do not ridicule ..these are emotions of a human being ..like you
PM
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