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Yes its sinking in.. Rank 40, CSE 2015.The UPSC circle- the close and the beginning.

Bagh-e-Bahisht Se Mujhe Hukam-e-Safar Diya Tha Kyun Kaar-e-Jahan Daraz Hai, Ab Mera Intezar Kar                      - Mohammad...

Friday, August 26, 2016

To everything unknown.

What have you been looking for?
- all this long -
- all along -
And stories connect. And songs collide.
We all need those words and silence
to walk with us, just beside.
- in our journeys long -
- all along -

I believe you will 'find' me there.
between fear and love.
between right and wrong.
- all along -
I have been walking 
in this everything unknown,
with my music, with my song.
- all along -
"तू मेरे गीत का कौनसा लफ्ज़ है ?
मैंने तुझको कभी, हाँ लिखा भी नहीं। 
गुनगुनाता भी है , मुझमें एहसास-सा 
कागजों पर मेरे दीखता भी नहीं ..
तू मेरा कौन है? मैं तेरा कौन हूँ ?
कौन अरमान है ?
कौन अनजान है ?
दे बता 
ऐ ख़ुदा 
ऐ ख़ुदा 
ऐ ख़ुदा। "

photograph- Clicked by me @ train journey

Monday, August 1, 2016

The song of the missing words.

I wondered-
" why he never talked,
all this time 
- in laughter - 
- or in cries. -"

May be he just waits. 
Silently 
for his season. 
For I had seen 'spring' in those eyes.

And I had seen
'spring' 
- swimming -
- brimming -
- coming - 
in those crystalline eyes. 
Photography- One of my garden clicks.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The law of everything.


There is a law of everything.
But then, do you know?
Have you cared to wonder,
who writes it?
There is gold and fire in every being here.
But then, its all about
- when -
and
- who -
ignites it.
" तू क्या ढूंढता है ?
तू क्या जानता है ?
तू किन कायदों को,
लिखा मानता है ? 
 रुका तू कहाँ है ?
बुझा तू कहाँ है ?
तेरी आग तो तेरे अंदर कहीं है। 
तू सैलाब भी है, बस समंदर नहीं है। 
- जब उठता है खुद में , तो किनारों को तोड़े -
- या पिघलाए धरती और पहाड़ों को मोड़े -
वो संगीत तेरा 
तुझी में तो है ,बस  यही देखना है 
इसे कौन कब 
कैसे पहचानता है। 

Photography: https://www.instagram.com/p/BITC09dBonM/?taken-by=gazalbharadwaj

Friday, July 8, 2016

That innocence you think you lost.

" तेरी पलकों पे बैठा हुआ हूँ। 
तुझमें बचपन - सा रहता रहा हूँ। 
और तू पूछता है, कहाँ हूँ  ? "
If only you could take off your glasses,
You would find me flicker, dancing on your delicate eyelashes.
If only you could let go of those masks,
you would find me rise from inside you, from ashes.
Let me flicker, 
let me rise, 
let me dance.

P.S. - We seem to have lost it, dropped it somewhere. Stuck in hectic city lives, we  keep searching the premises of our own innocence, thinking that we left it back somewhere disowned, at some place..

Friday, July 1, 2016

The unfinished stories we encounter...


... like a hundred lights dancing on his lashes
had a hundred stories to tell,
with a hundred pauses flickering
between his light and his darkness
I wondered where that 'real him' dwelled.
And I could not tell
which light was his true light
That story I happened to collide with that eve
remains an unfinished painting till this night.

तू क्या हारकर, जीतने को चला है?
तू  क्या जीत कर, आज फिर लड़ रहा है?

  - तेरी जीत क्या है?  -
  - तेरी हार क्या है?  -
तेरी कोशिशों का
तेरी बंदिशों का
तेरे फैसलों का
तेरे हौंसलो का
  - आधार क्या है? -

Monday, June 27, 2016

To the city beautiful.

There is something about cities.
You can lose yourself in them, 
... in their concrete buildings and traffic.
And you can find yourself.

Being brought up in a small and calm town like Roorkee, I've been associated to two cities till today, and both of them have a special place in my heart, just as my hometown does.
As I write this today, I look back at myself exactly a year and a half back, and I smile. This is what I wrote then, and shared on my blog :

JANUARY, 2015 (http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/01/blog-post.html )
"There is this something which is troubling me since past few days. I wish to resolve it. 

I  bid adieu to New delhi, few days back. And here I am in one of the most beautiful cities of India, Chandigarh. Delhi made me a different person. I would rather say, it transformed me from a kid to a young woman, a thinking and questioning woman. I learned. I failed. I rose. I lost. I found. Yes, Delhi I remember everything you gave me, and I'm thankful to you. I'll come back one day I promise.


I am on my way to something, and I do not know if I'd get it or not. People make choices, sometimes sacrifices. Sometimes life itself is taking away from you, some sacrifices, without even your knowledge. That is how they say, the balance is maintained, Isostasy, you see. 


People come and people go. Moments appear and moments depart. Cities, villages, towns, all so different and yet full of similar people become a part of our lives, and so do their stories. We're all heading somewhere. And we don't know whether we'll get there or not. But let this not stop us from living life as it comes, cherishing it, growing old with it, wiser and evolved. We are humans after all. We can think, question, complicate, and resolve. For its all in our heads. For even animals can feel. But we can channelise our feelings, derive energy from them.


Living alone in a new city, teaches you a lot of things. Yes you're alone and that pinches you often. But, you know you have a purpose. And you have somewhere started to trust your efforts. Believe me, don't trust anyone else, but them."



When I wrote these lines here in Chandigarh, I was on my way to something.
Tonight, when I type these lines here again, I'm on my way to something too.
But there is a difference. That difference is what this city shall always be remembered for.
"There's something about cities.
You can lose yourself there.
And you can find yourself all over again.
Do the latter, and you shall make the city yours."

Yours forever. 
Cheers to you- the city beautiful.To you:
कारवानों में तू ढूंढे वो लम्हा तेरा 
और लम्हे तेरे कारवाँ लिख रहें हैं 
लफ्ज़ और खामोशियों के बीच में...

लफ्ज़ बंदिश भी हैं 
और हवा की तरह 
लफ्ज़ आज़ाद हैं 
इनको जी ले , कि  यें , 
बस तेरे आज हैं 
कल रहें न रहें, 
कल मिलें न मिलें 
बीते लम्हों को मत तोल, 
वो कब रहे साथ हैं ?

कारवानों में इन, तू है लम्हा वो इक,
ढूंढता तू जिसे है, अब यहाँ, अब वहाँ 
ढूंढता जग जिसे है सदा से रहा, 
जाने पहचानों और बेगानों के बीच में...


PS: In remembrance of the journey:
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/09/the-shouting-rhymes.html
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/09/roshni-3-let-me-change-like-this-city.html
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/09/unworldly.html
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/09/i-know-you-cant.html
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/05/hot-air.html
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/06/defying-gravity.html
http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.in/2015/11/the-brittle-dream.html



Friday, June 17, 2016

Its all about what we are made up of.

In the windmill...
  - mass meets mass - 
  - acceleration feels acceleration -
  - force knows force -
  - energy becomes energy -
We all transform. Don't we?

So You?
Do You know?
Have You seen, heard, known, touched?
My elements and my atoms?
Yes, I am the wind.
Fast, slow, warm, cold, clear, hazy
Contained in myself and yet free.
Free.
Have you seen, heard, known, touched?
My harmony?

Its all about what we are made up of.
Its all about what we shall become.

Photograph source : www.capstoneinfrastructure.com

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Let me.

I know the darkness between these spaces
I am light.
Will you let me reach you then?
For I'm going to rain tonight.
....तू उलझा है जब जब
तू टूटा है जब जब
इन हौंसलों  सा;
जमा है नमी सा
रहा है  कमी सा

तू जुड़ जाएगा फिर
कहानी-सा इक दिन
तू मिल जाएगा फिर
रास्तों में किसी दिन.


तू इन धमनियों में,
धधकता हुआ -सा
अरमान बनके,
तू जाना-सा कोई
अनजान  बनके ,
मिल जाएगा फिर
रास्तों में किसी दिन.

https://in.pinterest.com/pin/491525746812554826/

Monday, May 23, 2016

The dawn is within.

पहाड़ों की हर इक सुबह को मगर मैं 
समेटे हूँ खुद में। 
है खोया बहुत कुछ जहाँ में, फिर इक दिन 
मिला सब वो मुझ में। 

तू जाने जिसे है खुदा से भी ज़्यादा 
वो एहसास क्या है ?
तू गर दूर खुद से यूँ होने लगेगा,
तो फिर पास क्या है ?
photograph: clicked by me @Tattapani, Himachal