Featured Post, Different Source (Post II)

बदनीयतों की चाल, परिन्दे को क्या पता
फैला कहाँ है जाल, परिन्दे को क्या पता

लोगों के कुछ लज़ीज़ निवालों के वास्ते,
उसकी खिंचेगी खाल, परिन्दे को क्या पता

इक रोज़ फिर उड़ेगा कि मर जाएगा घुटकर
इतना कठिन सवाल, परिन्दे को क्या पता

पिंजरा तो तोड़ डाला था, पर था नसीब में
उससे भी बुरा हाल, परिन्दे को क्या पता

देखा है जब से एक कटा पेड़ कहीं पर
है क्यूं उसे मलाल, परिन्दे को क्या पता

उड़ कर हजारों मील इसी झील किनारे
क्यूं आता है हर साल, परिन्दे को क्या पता

एक-एक कर के सूखते ही जा रहे हैं क्यों
सब झील नदी ताल, परिन्दे को क्या पता..


Post Name:  परिंदे को क्या पता..
Source:          Unknown

Plan-ए-Bee

शहद सी मीठी तुम, क्यों ना तुम्हें Honey बुलाऊँ ?
पर तुम समझो न गलत और डाटों मुझको,
इसलिए बेहतर है  की मैं चुप हो जाऊँ..

मैं हूँ Bee और तुम हो फूलों में शहद के जैसी,
क्यों ना मैं तुम्हे अपने घर ले  जाऊं ?
क्यों ना कर इन हवाओं की सवारी,
मैं तुम्हे अपने घर वालों से मिलवाऊं?

लेकिन पता है मुझे, तुम्हें ना होगा पसंद ये सब,
इसलिए बेहतर है की इन ख्वाबों को मैं भूल जाऊं..

लेकिन, इस से ना होगा ऐतराज तुम्हें, अगर मैं नए plans बनाऊं,
तुम्हें पता लगने से पहले अपने ख्वाबों पे मैं जरा इतराऊ,
उनके सच होने के उम्मीद पे फिर मन हीं मन मैं मुस्कुराऊँ..

थोड़े गर्व से, पूरे दिल से फिर मैं तुम्हे आ अपने plans सुनाऊँ,
फिर पलके बिछाऊं, मिन्नतें मनाऊं की अब तो तुम्हे अपने तरफ पाऊं..

लेकिन जैसी उम्मीद मुझको, सारे plans पे मैं red cross पाऊं,
फिर थोड़ा पलके झुकाये हाथ रख अपने दिल को समझाऊँ,
थोड़ा कठिन पर, होंठो पे हंसी से अपने disappointments छुपाऊँ..

तुम्हे कह शुक्रिया, वापस चलूँ मैं, कोई motivational गीत गुनगुनाऊँ,
जल्दी पहुँचू घर अपने मैं, इत्मीनान से फिर नए plans बनाऊं..

Why?

Why being different

is not always okay?

Why being different

doesn't guarantee being special?

Why it's important

to accept yourself as you are?

Why being different

is being yourself and

why being yourself

is not always rewarding?

Why building a special story

always takes a special person and

why exclusive doesn't always mean special?

Why life doesn't go the way it should always go

and why such surprises hurt us so more?

Why knowing the answers doesn't lessen the pain

and why not our own theories entertain the same?

Evidences

Your hard work is that
one evidence,
by which it’s evident,
it’s going to happen,
either this way or that way,
hopes fill night and hollow-days.

It’s easy to predict
and easier to dream it.
But easiest to feel it
that it’s now certain to be it.

Afraid of losing?
Hold on Boy; a thinking,
how it can be "losing"
when that thing,
which you're afraid of losing
is not yours, for dreaming.
End of discussion,
just move on, I'm closing.

You moved on? Now listen.
If you bring home the bacon,
its heaven.
If not, it’s okay, even then.
Either way, don’t pretend…
Be happy and measure your extent.

A life, picture-perfect?
This theory, you better forget.
Got a lappy? Go rope it
But you’ll see,
you can’t photoshop it.
A failed theory, don’t pop it.

A single shot, to capture.
Nail it, copy, be a Seizer.
Oh, scissors, bring one pair.
To cut the crap, to repair.
In summary, here, what matters:
with your efforts
how much you dare.

Featured Post, Different Source ( Post I )

You,
With your big brown eyes,
And that serious frown
Always bearing them down,
You,
You will be the end of me.

Yeah, you,
Acting like you’re alright
When you stay up all night,
With the fear that tomorrow might
Take away everything.

I will never understand the things you do,
You will never say what you’re going through,
And we will draw conclusions in this silence.
But if your blueprint flies out the window
And there’s nowhere safe left to go,
You should know that my door’s always open.

You,
And all your cheesy lines
From a happier time,
Make the stars shine
In the night sky,

You,
What have you done to me?
Yeah you,
You’re just a little too proud
To try your heart out
And try to say it out loud,

And you,
Give me the blues at eighteen.
I will always be caught out of line,
You will always be running out of time,
And we probably won’t get anywhere significant.
But if you ever turn around and find
That’s something’s missing on the inside,
You should know that you can ask for anything.

You,
With your big brown eyes,
And your easy smile
That screams innocence.
You.
Yes, you will be
The end of me.

Post Name: YOU
Source:      Going Bananas, Wordpress.

THAT

That, yeah, that time,
I rose from the ashes,
on that very under-ground.
Moving ahead of scratches,
wounds and weak mourning sound.

Seeming nothing,
a simple case of moving on
from that not-so-crazy-con.
But, its different,
it’s different to be indifferent,
unlike any common pine.

It takes so much heart
and a mind as big as mine,
so much courage, so much time,
to get cut with salt and limes.
Screwed-up, what, it happens when?
Try to live a day-dream man!

What causes you this breathlessness?
Quest of perfectness,
cause of their restlessness, mindlessness;
caused me this bitterness, helplessness.

You hate which part the most,
when you started or when they abort,
feelings which you adored the most?
No, I hate when they lost it all,
THE things that make them a lovely soul.

Now you will do what,
after all these limes and salt?
Moving ahead of that hurtful past,
I have learned how to mask.
I will conceal it on my part,
let’s see till when all it lasts.


                                                                                                                 ….is continue!

Too Many

Are you saying it just for the sake of conversation,
or "Do you really mean it?!"
"My" time in your company is perpetually full of this question;
some silly oddity, some niggling confusion.

This togetherness has demoed me heap of ups and downs,
few being your smile,
most were your frown.

Despite all those not-happenings,
notwithstanding all those bruised feelings,
I never reacted to the uncertainty;
come-at-ability was never there, doubts were in plenty.

But, I don't rue ever for what never happened;
I have a feeling of some great gains.
Out-of-the-blue feelings being the main.

Twenty year from now, in the coming future,
I'll look back and will be a happy looker.

Just like that bond, my writing's full of perplexed words,
meaning nothing, simply implying plain absurd.