Friday, May 15, 2009
Who is she, and where has she come from? Does anyone has an answer to this question, if yes then please do tell me, because I am just amazed by the wonderfulness of this lovely creature.
Qualities like patience, love, thankless giving describe such a creature. She is beautiful, not only from outside but full of inner beauty. She is someone who has been compared to and given the honor of being God.
A small poem for this lovely and amazing creature
Nau mahine mujhe apni kokh mein sanjo ke rakha tumne,
har buri nazar se hamesha bachaya tumne,
kaun ho tum aur kisne bheja hai tumko?
kahan se aayi ho tum,
kahan se itni mamta apne seene mein chhupa ke laayi ho tum.
fir kokh se nikalte hi, meri har dhadkan ,
har ehsaas ko bina kuch kahe hi smjh liya hai tumne,
mere ishaaron ko awaaz di hai tumne,
mere chaaron taraf raksha kavach khada kiya tumne.
ab to btaa hi do kaun ho tum, jo meri har cheekh par yun daudi chali aayi,
mujhe god mein liya utha aur muskaan mere chehre pe le aayi.
meri kilkaariyon ne tumhe khushi se bhar diya,
teri aankhon ki us chamak se mera rom rom khil gya.
ohh ma, meri har zarurat ko smjha tumne,
meri har baat ko suna,chahe fir wo kahi ho ya ankahi,
mere gusse ko bhi saha, aur mere aansu bhi paunchhe,
aakhir kaun ho tum,
jo meri khushi mein bhi jhoom uthi aur fir dukh bhi baanta jab bhi zarurat padi.
kabhi na maanga mujhse kuch, kabhi na kuch kaha,
bas chup chap, haste haste tumne yu hi mujhe ek mukammal insaan bnaa diya.
meri himmat bani jab bhi kadam mere dagmagaaye,
mera hauslaa bani jab bhi nayi disha mein kadam maine badhaaye.
mera sar jhuka hai us bhagwan ke aage aaj,
ki usne diya tere roop mein mujhe ek saathi, ek hamdard, ek dost aur ek sahara.
us bhagwan ke aage main naman hun aaj,
jo di usne mujhe teri kokh, tere aanchal ka saaya aur tere haathon ka dulaar.
nahin to ye zaalim duniya mein nahin jee paati main,
tere astitav ke bina apna astitav nahin dhund paati main.
I dedicate this poem to my mom, and to all the wonderful mothers of this world.
I have realised its very tough to be a mom, to be one who can just keep on giving selflessly. It requires a lot of courage, and a lot of patience. And I just bow to such a wonderful creature that God has created for us. I love you mumma.
This poem is taken from a forwarded e-mail. And i loved this as this wonderful whosover has written, has actually described, every feeling that is felt when we come out of college life.
And then we realise, what are we going to miss now, and what wonderful life we had had few months or few years back.
To this instance a dialogue from the movie "Rang De Basanti" comes to my mind: "Iss college ke gate ke iss taraf hum zindagi ko nachaate hain aur college ke gate ke uss taraf, zindagi humein nachaati hai."
I dedicate the following poem, which though has not been written by me, but i beleive in whatever has been written is very true, and has deeply touched mny heart; to the wonderful college life.
Nice poem on the last day of college
Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse,
Aage ke sapne saja rakhe the naajane kab se.
Bade utavle the yahaan se jaane ko ,
Zindagi ka agla padaav paane ko .
Par naa jane kyon ..Dil mein aaj kuch aur aata hai,
Waqt ko rokne ka jee chahta hai.
Jin baton ko lekar rote the Aaj un par hansi aati hai ,
Na jaane kyon aaj un palon ki yaad bahut aati hai .
Kaha karte the ..Badi mushkil se char saal seh gaya,
Par aaj kyon lagta hai ki kuch peeche reh gaya.
Na bhoolne wali kuch yaadein reh gayi,
Yaadien jo ab jeene ka sahara ban gayi.
Meri taang ab kaun kheencha karega ,
Sirf mera sir khane kaun mera peecha karega.
Jahaan 2000 ka hisaab nahin wahaan 2 rupay ke liye kaun ladega,
Kaun raat bhar saath jag kar padega ,
KAUN MERI gaadi mujse pooche bina lejayega ,
Kaun mere naye naye naam banayega.
Mein ab bina matlab kis se ladoonga,
Bina topic ke kisse faalto baat karoonga ,
Kaun fail hone par dilasa dilayega,
Kaun galti se number aane par gaaliyaan sunayega .
Tapri mein Chai kis ke saath piyoonga ,
Wo haseen pal ab kis ke saath jiyoonga,
Aise dost kahaan milenge Jo khai mein bhi dhakka de aayein,
Par fir tumhein bachane khud bhi kood jayein.
Mere gaano se pareshaan kaun hoga ,
Kabhi muje kisi ladki se baat karte dekh hairaan kaun hoga ,
Kaun kahega saale tere joke pe hansi nahin aai ,
Kaun peeche se bula ke kahega..aage dekh bhai .
Movies mein kiske saath dekhhonga,
Kis ke saath boring lectures jheloonga ,
Bina dare sachi rai dene ki himmat kaun karega.
Achanak bin matlab ke kisi ko bhi dekh kar paglon ki tarah hansna,
Na jaane ye fir kab hoga .
Doston ke liye professor se kab lad payenge ,
Kya hum ye fir kar payenge,
Raat ko 2 baje poha khane station kaun jayega ,
Tez gaadi chalane ki shart kaun lagayega .
Kaun muje mere kabiliyat par bharosa dilayega,
Aur jyada hawa mein udne par zameen pe layege ,
Meri khushi mein sach mein khush kaun hoga ,
Mere gam mein muj se jyada dukhi kaun hoga...
KEH DO DOSTON YE DOBAARA KAB HOGA
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
There was a girl, very ambitious and very hardworking. She would work hard and would make it sure she achieves what she wants to, and her hard work always used to pay. She did achieve what she wanted to. But one day she was sitting alone pondering on what has happened, what is going to happen. She realized, she has always been running from one stage to other, from one change to other. She never lived the changes she made in her life.
Its very true that we realize the preciousness of something when that is gone far from us. And that is how time always plays the games with us. We don't treasure what we own, but we always look up to what we want to own. And this does make the life tougher.
I believe everyone of us who is living to fulfill his or her ambitions is going through such emotions now or then. Everyone of us has that girl alive in them. But we rarely sit back and think about those feelings, or we rarely let those feelings grow in us. Those feelings which might help us live through the change, be constant with the change, and to realize the importance to PRESENT equivalent to the importance of FUTURE.