HOPE

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In the vacuum of dark nights ,

I dream of scarlet evenings being caressed by sandy winds... 

In the opaqueness of absolute darkness,

I dream of the rising sun burning away the absolute darkness ...

In the singularity of  the infinite black cover,

I dream of a rainbow gifting colors to the black and white world  ...

In the prison of the longest  nights,

I dream of  flying above blue waters soaked in the rays of the rising sun ...

In the  confinement of my shadow,

I dream of  being free in the arms of my love...

In the madness of  distant fond memories,

 I dream of a future, a future of eternal peace ...

In the state of toxic high from being suffocated,

I dream of wings to break free..

Kabhi aao tum samudra tut pe

kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,
    rakhon pao rait ke thul pe ,
    jub rok na paoge raiton ko pairo tale ,
    tab samjhoge tabdili hi jeevan ka astitva hain ,
    tab samjhoge asthai jagat ka har rang hain.
   
kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,
     sparsh karo raiton ki halchal,
     agar tol sako to tol lena har us rait ko jisko samundar ne tumse cheena,
     agar tol sako to tol lena har uss lehar ko bhi,  jiski varsha samundar ne  tumpe ki ,
     tab samjhoge ki niyati jitni sukh tumse cheenti hain usse kai jyada khushiyon ki warsha tumpe karti hain ,
     tab samjhoge ki tumhare pairo tale ki rait tumhari nahi waqt ki gulaam hain.

kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,
    zara suno  lehro ki boli,
    jub shant na karwa paoge lehron ke goonj ko,
    tab pehchanoge apne shamata ke dayere ko.
 
kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,
    zara bheeo lehro ke bhav se,
    tab samjhoge ki lehro ki gati humare vash ke bahar hain pur hur leher se hum kinta prahav hote hain yeh humare vash mein hain .

kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe,  
    zara dekho uss vishal vyaktitva ko ,
    jub aankhon se uski  seemao ko na naap paoge,
    tab apne mun ki udarta ko pehchanoge.

Kabhi aao tum samudar tut pe...

Tum yaad aati ho

This one is rakhi special :) Dedicated to my Dearest akku .



Aaj rakhi ki subah,
   mujhe tum yaad aati ho.


Aaj Rakhi ki subah,
   mujhe apne sheesh pe tumhare ashish ki kami mehsus hoti hain . 


Aaj rakhi ke subah,
      mujhe har wo ashq yaad aata hain jise tumne apne muskurahat se mitaya.


Aaj rakhi ki subah, 
    mujhe har ek hasi yaad aati hain jisko tumne apne aasuo se sicha.


Aaj rakhi ki subah,
     mujhe tumse sikhi hui har woh hunar yaad aata hain jissee mujhe pehchan mili. 


Aaj rakhi ki subah, 
     mujhe woh natkhat harkate yaad aateen hain jisse humne apne bachpan ko sajaya.


Aaj rakhi ki subha, 
    mujhe tumhari daat yaad aati hain, jo kawach samaan meri humesha raksha karta tha.


Aaj rakhi ke subah,
    mujhe mera pura bachpan yaad aaata hai jo tumhare bina adhura hota.  




Aaj rakhi ki subah ,  
    mujhe tum yaad aati ho! tum jiski hasi se meri duniya jagmaga uthtee hain. 

Kal ki sachai

Ek sapna hi to hai, 
  jo haqeeqat ke andhere mein roshni ki kiran dikhata hain, 


Ek sapna hi to hai, 
   jo kaid hue ruh ko azaadi ke pankh dilata hain,


Ek sapna hi to hai,
   jo behte hue askon mein khushiyon ki chamak bikherta hain,


Ek sapna hi to hai,       
  jo  khaulte hue lahu ko him ki sheetalta deta hain,


Ek sapna hi to hai,
   jo insaan ko waqt ke daud mein pratham laata hain.


Fir kyun insaan sapno se dur bhagta hain? 


Fir kyun insaan sapno ko haqeeqat ke zanziron mein kaid kar deta hain? 


Fir kyun insaan sapno ki shaqti ko kamzori samajhta hain?


Fir kyun aane waale peedhi ko yeh samjhaya jaata hain ki sapne sach nahi hote?


Aakhir kyun insaan apne sapno ko dafnaye zamaane ke sachai pe  jeeta hain? 




kab jaanega insaan ki khushiyan khud ke sapno mein hoti hain naaki duusro ke haqeeqat mein !


Kab jaanega insaan ki sapne hi andheri raaston mein roshni bikherte hain !


Aakhir kab jaanega inssan ki aaj ke sapne hi kal ki sachai  hote hain ....  !

The choice

A man is truly powerful ! 

If he has the power to create life 

    he also has the power to snatch it 

If he has the power to bring a smile 

   he also has the power to haunt 

if he has the power to make millions our of a cent 

   he also has the power to snatch millions and give a cent 

If he has the power to feed his family 

    he also has the power to starve his neighbour 

if he has the power to heal a wound 

    he also has the power to create another 

If he has the power to build a society 

   he also has the power to destroy another

 If he has the power to protect his country   

   he also has the power to sufficate his country 

 If he has the power to love a fellow human 

    he also has the power to imbibe hatred into an entire community 

its but upto a man to decide what he choses to do - to create or to destroy !

That one thing !!!

We all are nothing but seekers,
seeker of the one thing which seduces us all,
seekers of the one thing which drives us all,
seekers of the one thing without which we are zombies .



We all have that one thing in our mind,
all our actions are done so as to achieve that one thing,
all our words are spoken so as to reflect that one thing,
all our definitions are based so as to achieve that one thing.


The definition of that one thing is vague,
Some seek it in their relations,
some seek it in their environment,
some seek it in spirituality,
some seek it in materialism,
but the true definition of it is known to none ...


It is this thing which makes us hypocrite,
We all are but seekers of that one thing ,
that one thing which makes us wear colorful masks,
so as to achieve that one thing.
Some do not wear these masks
yet all they seek is that one thing ,
and with exposed faces they fanatically seek that one thing
sadly all they get is pain
the pain of being exposed
the pain of their skin being peeled in search of masks.

I stand exposed too,
exposed to all the colorful masks, in search of that one thing .
I try to open the masks of those who matter,
but all I get is another color,and pain,
the pain of my skin being peeled in search of a mask .
I am in search of that one thing just like others,
but all I get, is being deprived as I stand exposed.

The colorful masks attract me now,
as they would protect me from pain , they would shield my exposed face.
I am falling in love with the colors that hide our face.
Yes I truly adore them now,
I am but a seeker of that one thing ,
All I need is that one thing just like everyone else.

Here I stand wearing colorful masks ,
trying to attract that one thing to me ,
I am no more in pain, as I am covered now,
covered with masks , masks which protect me.
I am now a part of that hypocrite world,
yet am in peace as no one peels my face anymore.
I am, but a seeker of that one thing,

the thing called "happiness"

Inner Voice

I have a choice between good and bad,
I have a choice between white and black,
I ask myself what if I chose black,
I hear a voice saying go ahead but you would not accomplish what you are born for,
I get dismayed and wonder if I really want black,
then I look at white, I see the purity but I also see the sacrifice.

I look at god for an answer,
I look at him for enlightenment,
but I see nothing but darkness,
I am cold I need someone to hold me, but I have none,
I feel trapped, I feel suffocated but I cant find that gush of air,
but then I do hear a voice echoing, it's your choice it says it has to be your decision.


I am left with a choice of white and black,
I wander why can't it be grey? but that is not one of the options,
Deep down the voice opting for white gets stronger,
I wonder who is asking me to sacrifice the color black,
but soon I trust this voice, I get closer to this voice,
I make my decision to go for white over black,
to go for purity over darkness.

The hazy picture is suddenly clear ,
I see the difference between black and white ,
I see the angel and the demon ,
I see the divine intervention behind the voices
and all this only because I chose white the color of purity
I see nothing but a mirror ,reflecting my face,
it had been me, who wanted to opt for white ,
me but wiser , me but purer ,
me but named "conscience"

I stand a Witness

I stand a Witness to the changing life,
I stand a witness to the changing minds ,
I stand a witness to the changing relations,
here am I a witness, powerful yet helpless
entangled by the social dogmas ,
here am I a witness to the world of pain
here am I a witness to the selfish world ,
I had my beliefs I had my principles,
a witness to love I was , a witness to happiness I was ,
but life has changed and so have beliefs
and here am I now a witness to change
time's changing and would never stop
and I remain a statue , a statue of change..