'The Abode',as the dictionary says is a housing that someone is living in, your residence. I tend to question my childhood dream of an Abode-my small and happy world. "Do i really want a residence where my travel would cease and i would get settled?" "Does such an abode actually exist?" "IF MY JOURNEY DEPRIVES ME OF 'MY ABODE', I HAVE NO REGRETS!!"
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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...
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Silence can be music.
Silently approaching winters
and suspended fog over fallen dew
bubble in me
- tales -
of train journeys,
of coffee.
of ink.
and sometimes you.
Silence
is not always
the absence of music.
It just depends
on what you choose to do.
Either you reach the music
hidden in 'their' silence.
Or you let silence make music
every moment, inside you.
Photograph: Clicked @George Everest, Musoorie
and suspended fog over fallen dew
bubble in me
- tales -
of train journeys,
of coffee.
of ink.
and sometimes you.
Silence
is not always
the absence of music.
It just depends
on what you choose to do.
Either you reach the music
hidden in 'their' silence.
Or you let silence make music
every moment, inside you.
Photograph: Clicked @George Everest, Musoorie
Friday, October 21, 2016
Build me a home here
Build me a home here.
I need to break free from everything else
and let the sun dance on my bare face.
I want to sip some coffee here and listen to the music of the breeze caressing my hair.
I want to fill my eyes with sunshine to the brim, and become a firefly.
I want to be known as who I am,
not what I seem to be.
Build me a home here.
I need to break free from everything else
and let the sun dance on my bare face.
I want to sip some coffee here and listen to the music of the breeze caressing my hair.
I want to fill my eyes with sunshine to the brim, and become a firefly.
I want to be known as who I am,
not what I seem to be.
Build me a home here.
I want to sing you lullabies
and watch you go to sleep.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
The world made me cold...
"कुछ खोयी हुई, कुछ दबी हुई
सीली, ठंडी, अनकही सभी
- उड़ानों का -
तू साखी है...
जिनका लेकिन, मुझमें अब भी
बस इक एहसास, बाकी है.,
हाँ बाकी है,,,
उड़ जाता है, जुगनू की तरह, फिर क्यों ?
मेरी पलकों से, तू यूँ
- उजालों सा -
पर घुला भी है, हर्फ़ों की तरह, फिर क्यों?
मेरी आँखों में, तू यूँ
- सवालों सा -
तू कौन है, तेरा नाम है क्या ?
तेरा मुझमें कहीं एहतराम है क्या ?
तू मिल जाए तो क्या होगा ?
घुल जाए मुझमे तो क्या होगा ?
क्या होगा ?"
ps: "The world made me cold.
You made me water.
Someday we'll be clouds"
- Ian Thomas
(The previous night a conversation reminded me of these three lines by Ian Thomas and they are still reverberating in my mind.)
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
You my home, reside in me.
You were always here,
and yet out of sight.
I am searching you each dawn and dusk
in the layers of my soul
Come, dwell in me,
be my home tonight.
"तेरा घर उस पार कहीं है और,
इस पार कहीं घर मेरा है ...
मैं पर्वत-पर्वत,वादी-वादी,
नदिया-नदिया,घाटी-घाटी
क्या ढूंढ रहा? क्यों ढूंढ रहा?
क्या ढूंढ रहा? क्यों ढूंढ रहा?
तूने घर मुझमें है लिया बना
और यार तू ही घर मेरा है।"
Picture: Clicked at himalayan trek, @on the way to doditaal, Uttarakhand, India
Labels:
peace,
purity,
purpose,
reflections,
Silence
Monday, September 19, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
The said and the unsaid.
"कैसे मैं तुम्हे कह दूँ बोलो ,ये बात नहीं अल्फ़ाज़ों की
ये रसमुलखत का खेल नहीं, ये बात है बस एहसासों की
आँखों में मेरे ये रक्स करे
मिल जायेगी इन पलकों के तले
- ये रिसती हुई -
- ये उड़ती हुई -
तुम बस छू दो इसको आँखों से अपनी
- दानिश मैं नहीं - "
Picture source: Clicked by me on the way to binog hill, Musoorie
रसमुलखत : An urdu word meaning alphabets
दानिश : Direct
ये रसमुलखत का खेल नहीं, ये बात है बस एहसासों की
आँखों में मेरे ये रक्स करे
मिल जायेगी इन पलकों के तले
- ये रिसती हुई -
- ये उड़ती हुई -
तुम बस छू दो इसको आँखों से अपनी
- दानिश मैं नहीं - "
How do I speak or write to you?
This is not a thing of words.
This is no play of alphabets.
This is just something to be sensed
- Known -
- Explored -
- Absorbed -
It dances right here in my eyes.
If only you come searching
You shall find it
Beneath my eyelashes
- leaking -
- flickering -
Yet intact.
If only you could touch it with your eyes
Because I am not
- direct -
Picture source: Clicked by me on the way to binog hill, Musoorie
रसमुलखत : An urdu word meaning alphabets
दानिश : Direct
Labels:
art,
connections,
conversations,
love,
nature,
Silence,
words
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
If only.
only to see my colours
you shall be disappointed.
If only you could see
what has kept me
all this while
- integrated -
Because I only wish
to reach the music
which kindles this fire
I see in your eyes
even when, the world says you have
- dissipated -
"कैसे अक़ीदत से मैं, दूँ बता, मुखातिब तुझे मेरे हौंसलों का
शहर अजनबी है, और अभी तू मुझसे ताहरूफ़ नहीं है। "
Picture- clicked at LBSNAA, Musoorie
अक़ीदत : An urdu word meaning devotion
मुखातिब : Address
ताहरूफ़ : known or introduced
Thursday, September 1, 2016
What the world does not see.
तेरी जलती हुई कहानी का
- संगीत -
हर हर्फ़ तेरा, मुझमे रहता
- ताबिंदा है -
जग ने बस मेरे माथे पर, उगता सूरज देखा है
वो क्या जाने, पलकों पे मेरे जुगनू की तरह
- तू ज़िंदा है -
Photograph- clicked by me at Lbsnaa, Musoorie
# ताबिंदा = An urdu word which means shining bright
हर्फ़ = word
हर हर्फ़ तेरा, मुझमे रहता
- ताबिंदा है -
जग ने बस मेरे माथे पर, उगता सूरज देखा है
वो क्या जाने, पलकों पे मेरे जुगनू की तरह
- तू ज़िंदा है -
Photograph- clicked by me at Lbsnaa, Musoorie
# ताबिंदा = An urdu word which means shining bright
हर्फ़ = word
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