Waqt

Ye waqt ruk kyon nahi jata?
Do pal ke liye

Safar hai lamba
Aur rasta kathin
Kafila tha jo mera
Nikal chuka hai aage kahin

Door se aati hai kabhi
Aawaz un sathiyon ki
Humsafar the kabhi jo
Fir bhi chal rahe hai kadam

Sham hone ko hai
Aur mukaam ka andaz nahi
Kabhi doobte sooraj ko dekhta hoon
Kabhi samne banhe failaye khade raste ko

Kabhi woh rasta aawaz deta hai
Jise main peeche chod aaya hoon
Kabhi mere hath ki gadi
Apne hone ka ahsaas deti hai

To kabhi meri mutthi ki rait
Bas gujarti jati hai
Kabhi ji karta hai pukaru use
Jo mera farishta hoga kahin

Kabhi sochta hoon nahi hai shayad farishta koi
Kuch sach kuch sapne
Lekin wahi adhura safar
Aur gujrata waqt

Kabhi cheekhta hai sannata
Kabhi khamosh ho jata hai antarman ka shor
Kabhi dekhta hoon nishan us raste par
Akela to nahi main

Bahut log gujre hai isi safar se
Par wo waqt shayad aur tha
Kabhi khojta hoon us veerame me

Shayad chipa hoga koi to kahin
Mere liye devdoot bankar
Ya koi aur bhatak raha hoga
Bhichad kar apne kafile se

Par sannate ko chirti
Meri sanso ki aawaz
Deti hai gawahi mere akelepan ki

Achanak udti hai dhool fir se
Shayad naya kafila hai koi

Na jane kyon
Ek dar sa lagta hai antarman me
Chup jata hoon main
Us purane peepal ke peeche

Yeh peepal mujhe
Na jane kyon yaad dilata hai
Mere purane ho chuke armano ka
Dekhta hoon us aur kafile ko gujrate hue

Kuch waisy hi log jinhe main janta tha
Kuch mere hi jaise chehre
Jane pahchane par fir bhi
Sabhi ajnabi

Kyon chup gaya main
Main bhi nahi janta
Shayad batana nahi chahta unhe
Kaun hoon main

Kaise bhichad gaya kafila mera
Fir chal pada main
Apni hi dagar par
Shayad manjil yaad hai mujhe

Par waqt rukta nahi
Do pal ke liye
Aur chala jata hoon main
Anjaan dagar par...

Life is moving

Like a strong wind... taking everything along... I am standing there with a hand full of sand... which is sliping every moment... time is passing slowly... i am standing in a crystal chamber... my prized possesion... it differentiates me from others... perhaps everone has one... still i m proud of mine... sometimes i dream of straching myself... touch the winds of change... but the chamber is small and i am afraid of breaking it... I know sand in my hand is moving slowly... i want to hold it tight... but cant do anything... the more i try... more quicker it moves... want to break the silence... but wind is too loud.. too busy to hear anything... it has to do its job... passing with every moment... some one is singing a song... but wind does not have time to hear anything... i cant hear anything... as sound of my silence is getting on me... i wish to runaway... dance with the child who is playing under the tree... make some castles with him... but i am watching him from here... looking my castle... afraid from breaking the crystal... as i have created it... i have started loving its boundaries... i am happy... but my smile is sad... sometimes... there is a pain... deep down the heart... but it refuses to surface on the face... i saw some clouds from my chamber.. i wish it rains... and no one can see those wet eyes... no one can know that within that beautiful chamber... someone is living life watching it passing by every moment.... i still feel i am alive.... as i hear the beats of heart and feel the flow of blood... they call it life... but the sand is still passing... so is time...

Fear of loosing what you dont have...

How many times that happens...?

Fear of loosing things which you might never had...

Are you looking for a bright star? searching nd searching... there are many stars... some bright nd some not so bright... while you are searching for your perfact star.. there might be a star just in front of your eyes... not so bright.... still trying to shine with his full capacity to just capture one glimpse of your eyes... while you are looking for your star... you lost this second star... which was trying the best it could have done... but you never had this star also... so you lost something you never had...

Are you looking for you life partner... searching for some one speacial... ideal... dream comes true... person?

Have a very good friend...??
Someone who does not like rain, yet walking in the rain just because you like so... only because you will feel good?
Someone who is not happy go going person, yet doing party all night just because you like it... only because to give you company?
Someone who is going one extra mile every time to make you happy... to make you feel special... to make you smile one more time...

Feeling worried... you know whom to call... you know the perfact shoulder to cry on...
Got something to share... you know who want to listen every bit of what you want to say...
Feeling lonely... you know who is right person... still looking for perfact one. Something in you says.. he/she may be the one... still the person is just a friend...

Sometime we thinks when the special one comes... there will be something special to let us know that he/she is the special one? what will be that special one? is flood in mumbai is that special event? or a beautiful day will be that special event? or every time when you talk to him/her and feel that you have never been so happy... is that a special event? Perhaps none will be... God does not work that way... he doesn't put ads in your news paper to tell you "the name"... he wont sms you "the name"... his call are often unheared... what if he is calling with that person?

Many times he/she is in our mind when we look out for that special some one... we compare every one with the unknown image we have... but mind is not ready to accept anybody... he just knows that there are better people... he knows somebody better.. so he just keep on refusing all possible "someone special"... if it does happens that there is something to think with both mind and heart.

Sometime heart and mind does not sing in sinc... mind says... he/she might be one... and heart says... what if he/she might not be one? and bettle goes on... heart is just scared... to loose him/her as a friend if moves of mind goes bad... it is not ready to loose that friend... it is not ready to jump to next stepping stone... what if it looses first one...

While mind has it own reasoning... you cant move if you are afraid of taking off your last step... you can not walk a single meter.... to cross a valley you have to jump... you have to leave the first rock in order to get on to next one.... love can never happen if you are not friend with person... it is just stupid feeling to think of someone. whom you love but he/she is not a good friend...

Still heart does not believes... it has its own fears... fear of loosing a friend which is so dear... worth keeping for life long...

Mind says... if he/she is so good friend then the person will understand... you have to leave the good in order to get better... or may be even best... still heart is confused... it is unable to decide the difference between good/better and best.... it want every thing.... good, better and best...

And this is how you loose "the best".... the best which you never had...

Race for being the last one

Funny... it seems like that from first instance... if they are racing then they would fight to be first one... why race to be last one? still everyone is racing to be "last previleged one".

If still you are among confused souls... just stand near a busy traffic signal for 10 minutes... nd you will grasp the truth behind these words... traffic signal is green... people are moving... fast... everybody want to save 10-15 seconds on the road... it doesn't matter when it comes to chat, drink, eat or television... everybody has ample time... but when on the road... we have no time... (ok... that is all together a different story...) honking on every single vehicle that comes in radar of 10-15 meter... they are moving...

All of sudden signal turns into yellow... nd speed of vehicles increases... got to cross signal before it becomes red... all of the stunts which circus people used to show some years ago are now visible on the signal only... nd then comes the red light... no... there is no sudden breaks.. as yuo might have expected... there comes the real fight... the new moto of life... struggle to be the last one... who crossed the signal...

ok... lets assume that you are not among that crazy crowd... you prefer bus... then what happen when it is time to fill the returns... pay the bills... huge lines on the last tells the truth.... we are waiting... waiting and waiting only to get entry into elite club of "last ones..".