Today I Cried

Today I cried

I cried to show my pain

My love & my hate

I cried ‘coz m hurt

M broken & m lost

Today I cried                  

I cried for the tormenting exams

For the sleepless nights & playful days

I cried ‘coz marks won’t matter now

No teachers & no tutor

Today I cried

I cried for the wonderful days gone

For the hard days to come

I cried ‘coz once I was a student

Loving restrictions

Today I cried

I cried to let the feelings flow

Unraveling the hidden me

I cried ‘coz once I dreamt

‘coz once it was only about me

Once, Once & Once

Once I had a dream ,

A dream to shake the world

From the ruptures of silence

Of achieving the unattainable

& Creating a new Ethiopia !

Once I was strong ,

Strong to break the mask

Compose the veracity lyrics

& Fight the serpent :))

Once it was all about me ,

Thoughts were chaotic ,

Nights were spend visualizing

& Days crawling over the dreams !

Once I was a learner ,

Passion was an obsession

& Success was an unseen necessity !

Once, Once & Once

I was with you

Loving life...

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल

 

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल

कुछ ही दिन पहले थे जो फ्र्शेर

अब कह्लान्येंगे सेनिओर

डरते थे जो रेग्गिंग से

अब नहीं हिचकिचाते हैं खुद लेने से

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल

थे कभी हम भी सिर्फ बच्चे

अब तोह सिर्फ ही बच्चा है

कभी छोड़ा था स्कूल

अब जल्द ही छोड़ देंगे कॉलेज 

सुनहरी यादें बन के रहे जाएँगी सब  

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल

हॉस्टल में हुडदंग मचाया था खूब

क्लास्सेस बंक बी की थी खूब

याद आएगा हमेशा देर से आना

और हर चीज़ पे सिस्टम को दोष देना

याद आएगा मेस का वोह बुरा खाना

कैंटीन का मएग्गी और नेसकैफे की नेस्टी,

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल

याद आएंगे वोह सारे १५० इम्तिहान

वोह रात बर जाग के पड़ना 

और सुबह सब कुछ भूल जाना

रेसुल्ट्स  का टेंशन

और पास होने की खुशी

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल  

थे बहुत यार स्कूल में 

हैं बहुत यार अब कॉलेज में

मुमकिन नहीं होता सबसे मिल पाना

जिंदगी लेती हैं कुछ इम्तिहान फ़िज़ूल में

पर दोस्तों अब क्या घबराना

है युग सोसिअल नेत्वोर्किंग का

देखते देखते बीत गए तीन साल

खबर जो बदले दुनिया, News Not Making News.

Those One hour ..., Part 1

It was a cloudy morning with mild breeze caressing the soft cheeks of her. There was no trace of Sun in the sky which made the January morning chillier. She was in the town for a week almost after a gap of ten long years and was waiting for the Chandigarh Express, going back to the place where she had been living for all these years after she left Lucknow. 

She was sitting all alone in the extreme right corner of the platform as her train was late by an hour. It made her think about the swift changes which her hometown went in past ten years. Everything changed, from her neighbors to childhood friends, from her school to college, even the platform where she was sitting had changed a lot. Glimpses of her past were swinging in her mind. 

Her tryst with past was cut short when suddenly someone took her name. She was amazed to hear her name as it has been long since she left Lucknow and hardly anyone knew about her visit.

She looked around and was stunned to see him. 

It was he, her husband; they haven’t seen each other since ten years and almost know nothing about the other one. Her eyes went wet due to sudden outburst of emotions deep hidden in her heart for all this years. The time stood still, moving trains stopped and everything for her came to a standstill. 

They studied in the same college, met accidentally, their love blossom and one day the only son of the college professor proposed the only girl of a government employee. They got entangled on the eve of Christmas ignoring initial resistance from both the families and lots of melodrama. 

Five years later she left her husband house without even letting him know for once. Things were not going soft from last one year and finally she took the drastic step. His business cost him much, it has eaten away all his property and now it even ate away his marriage. Tirelessly when he came home he found the doors locked. Today, he had suffered huge losses which have broken away all his hopes he once had. He wanted peace and looked for solace in his wife’s arm. But, she was gone forever, never to return. 

A week later he got a legal notice asking for divorce. He was a broken man, who refused to fight anymore. He tried his best to console her but all went on to deaf ears. Willingly he gave whatever little he had left with him to her. That day in court was the last time they both saw each other. She left for Chandigarh the very next day. 

The concerned authority announced that Chandigarh Express was going to arrive soon. 

Those One hour Part 2, click here.
Those One Hour Part 3, click here.



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I do...!!

I pray...

sometimes I do pray,

.... I pray to forgive me,

.... for all the sins I committed

... for all the wrongs I did.

I cry,

sometimes I do cry,

... I cry to let the feelings flow,

... to show my love,

... to express my anguish.

I dance,

even at times I dance,

... I dance to profound my happiness,

... to express my joy,

... to enjoy my success.

And, I write,

often at times I do write,

I write to pen down my emotions,

... to pen down my feelings,

... to let the world know about a WEAKEST LINK  :)(:

Is That YOU...??

I hear a Sound,

feel a rankle,

Sometimes....,

It Stimulates me,

more often,

It wakes me....,

Yet, I see no one there...!

It's been quite long since you left,

Yet...,

I'm waiting for you..,

I'm waiting to feel your tender touch,

waiting to listen your mindless giggles;

My heart pumps only for you,

My mind thinks only of you...!

Still...., 

I know,

you are far gone,

But..., then WHY....???

every-time the winds blow my hairs, 

I ask myself...,

Is that YOU...??

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A Ray of Hope

I see a dim light at the Horizon

A faint one…

Still, a light of Hope

Calling me to rise above

Asking me to be optimistic

Telling me to keep calm

Instructing me to be innovative

Even, letting me know creativity

Annoying me with her passiveness

Yet, loving me

Supporting me

Giving me a shoulder to cry,

A partner to dance with,

Don’t know where the winds will blow

I guess it can make me

I guess it can ruin me

Yet, I won’t stop looking at it,

I won’t stop playing with it,

I promise to sail around,

To rise above the mountains 

And make this world mine… :)

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Preface to my book Hiccups...!!

“Leave me yaar” said Raj.
“I am not meant for you; don’t waste your time on a nerd like me...” Raj completing his sentence
“What happen” Jiya replied.
“Nothing just wants to make few points very cleeaaaar” Raj emphasizing on the last word.
“Please don’t start it over again” frustrated reply from Jiya.
“What…?”Raj said.
“Listen Jiya… we are just online friends…
“What just online friends” Jiya interrupted Raj.
“Please let me speak what I want to… don’t interrupt in between”
“What you want to say…. You take me only as your online friend”
“Look Jiya it’s not as simple as it looks… we don’t have any end to this relationship of ours”
“Because it will never end… “Jiya again interrupted Raj in between.
“No don’t take me otherwise… but now I can’t carry the load of this relationship. Good bye Jiya… good luck for your life ahead…”Raj said while trying to hide his sob.
“What the f* you think of you…? When you will like you will behave as my boyfriend, my lover and when you don’t you will throw me out. I am not a like a paper… use and throw…”Jiya started crying.
“Please don’t cry Jiya” Raj trying to control his tears.
“Don’t you dare take my name from your mouth… I can take care of myself… you wanna leave me na…… just go…. I can live without you too…. It’s too much now…” Jiya cried and wept.

Your poor nerd

Hi my life, my angel
I am nothing more than an average boy,
Neither a hero; nor a villain
I can’t promise you a luxury life,
But, a life full of happiness, full of love
Because, I am not Sharukh, I am not Amir,

I am just your poor nerd!

Angel , I can’t gift you a golden ring,
But promise to gift you a life full of lovely swing,
I can’t promise a lunch in the Oberoi,
But my fully burned pizza’s are all for you,
Angel, I can’t promise you a mertz ride,
But yeah,
we can have a long silent walk, speaking with only our eyes
because, I am not Birla, I am not Ambani,

I am just your poor nerd…!

Love will be the only thing between us,
Only words spoken will be love, love and love,
This lines aren’t like DDLJ,
Because, I am not Guljar, I am not Javed,

I am just your poor nerd !

This post ( poem) is dedicated to the mania of single-sided love stories.



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Zindagi

zindagi ek juan hain,
isse jee lo, khul ke khel lo,
darna bekar hai, ek chah bana lo,
zindadali ko apni fitrat bana lo,
zindagi ek sugandid mahak hai,
apna vatavaran khus gavar ker lo,
logo ki pervah chod, apni zndagi apni ker lo,
kaaton pe chalne ka zajba rakhna dill mein hamesha,
jindagi babul hain, koi varsch chandan ka nahi,
kal pe kam na tal, zindagi badi choti hai,
aaj hi kerle saare kam, ek pal hi bahut hain,
duniya ek rang munch hai, hum katputliyan,
iska lekak koi aur hai, hum sirf abhineta,
isse bhi puri tarah filmalo!

zindagi ek sach ki khoj hai, isse khoj lo,
verna kai aaye aur kai gaye, kya fark pada,
dur kerle agyan ke andare, gyan ki roshni mein jholo,
verna andkar ke rakshak kehloage, kabhi sukh na paoge!

aaj ke itna hii, milenge phir kabhi,
jaate jaate ek baat jaruur kahunga,
zingadi ek pustak hai
isse padna jaan lo..!

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Yaadein

kuch ulji, kuch sulji, yaadein
kuch kahi, kuch ankahi, yaadein
kuch suni, kuch unsuni, yaadein
kuch samjhi, kuch na samhji, yaadein
kuch bhuli bhishri yaad aayin hui yaadein!

yaadein woh school ki,
yaadein ab un beete hua dinno ki,
roote roote papa ka haath chodna aur miss ka thamna
aur, ek din bahut saalo baad phir se woh haath thamna chahna,

woh bachpan ke sache dost yaad aana,
woh pencil chabana aur rubber khana,
subah subah pratna mein ghanto line mein kahde rehna,

10th ke board, 11th ki masti , aur 12th ka pehla pyar yaad aana,
kuch khatti, kuch mitti, yaadein,
kuch suni, kuch unsuni. yaadein,
woh nukkad ki chai. khaste aur samsose,
woh coaching ka bunk kerna, kabhi kabhi laga bhi lena,
bagal ki seat wali ladki ka manchitr banana,
woh residency aur bhul bhulaiya ghumna,
kuch samhji, kuch na samhji, yaadein
kuch bhuli bhishri yaad aayi hui yaadein!

kya karein, kay na karein,
ghanto ispe sochna,
aur roj ek lamba sa action plan banana,
aaj bhi in yaado mein jeene ka dil kerta hain,
ek haseen si jindagi jeene ka dil kerta hai,
sayad hamari yaad kisi ko na aaye, toh kya?
apni yaadein yaad kerne ka toh jee kerta hai!!

INCLINATION

Inclination never was so hard,
It never was so swift,
free from jerks and full of faith!

Inclination towards perfection,

towards the excellence!

It hadn't been so grown up,
hadn't been so personal.

It never had the zeal to flourish,
never had the love for triumph,
Neither, it involved the feeling of togetherness,
nor the joy of being alone!

Surprisingly, it aroused from rust,
peeked in from the mud.
Creating Ruthenium in me!

Dastan 1400 panno ki....!!!

huan kuch yun, ajeeb tha, gajab tha
hamein utani padi apni kitab
mokka bhi bada sangeen tha,
mausam bhi bada rangeen tha,
kitab thi networks ki,
jisme they hum jaraa kamjor.
aisa na tha ki aata na tha kuch,
bus mauj masti ke alam mein kabhi utha na paye they hum buk,

sessional hote to chod bhi dete ek bar,
per tha semester, kerte bhi kya yaar,
lagai humne theory-- merta bhi kya na kerta ka
kholi apni buk,
kholte hi hua hamara bheje fry.
kehne ko sirf the 4 chapter's per 1400 panno mein vo the ekatrit yaar,
iss tarah mbd se chakraborthy, aur chakroborthy se mbd mein ulje,
ki din se raat, raat se subah ho gai ,
kuch bhi palle na pada hamar.

Hillary bhai ko hui na Everest fatah kerne per itni khushi
jitni hui hame filter aur foster form padne per,
superposition aur laplace ne hila ke rakh dia humein,
per jaise taise course kiya khatm maine

socha kitna acha hota,
khol sakte parisha mein kitab
per kerte bhi kya janab,
na bhaddal aur na ptu rakta tha humse itifaq,

dosto le lo ek salah
agar nahi jagna chahte ho ullu ki tarah,
toh padha karo roj, ache vidyarti ki tarh..!!!!

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