To Mom…

Wish you a very Happy and safe journey, Maa.

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Tujhse naraaz nahin zindagi…

Tujhse naraaz nahin zindagi hairaan hoon main
Tere masoom sawaalon se pareshaan hoon main

O’ life I m not angry with you but I am surprised
By the innocent questions of yours I am troubled

jeene ke liye socha hi nahin, dard sambhaalne honge
muskuraayen to, muskuraane ke karz utaarne honge

  ‘Never thought, to live I would have to manage sorrows
if smiled, then would have to bear the debts of smiles

muskuraaooN kabhi to lagtaa hai
jaise honTon pe karz rakhhaa hai

When I smile then it seems;
like the smile weigh on my lips like a debt

aaj agar bhar aai hain, boondein baras jaayengii
kal kyaa pataa inke liye aankhen taras jaayengii

Now when the tears flow, I don’t stop them
Who know, tomorrow my eyes would carve for them

jaane kab ghum hua kahaan khoya
ek aansoo chhupaake rakhaa thaa

When have I lost it, where has it gone
One teardrop, which I had saved for long

zindagi tere gham ne hamein rishte naye samjhaaye
mile jo hamein dhoop mein mile chhaon ke thanDe saaye..

O’ life, your sorrows have taught me new relationships
I have found all cool shadows in hard burning suns

— Gulzar

Film: Masoom (1982); Singer(s): Lata Mangeshkar, Anup Ghoshal

kuch likhne ko man kar rahaa hai

Aaj phir kuch likhne ko man kar rahaa hai
phir kuch bhool jaane se man dara hua sa hai
woh moti jo bahaa tha aaj
kahin kho na jaye yadoo ke saagar main
us moti ko anguthi main baandh
use sahajne ka man kar raha hai
aaj phir kuch likhne ko man kar rahaa hai

                                                        — Amber 

Deception

Read it somewhere…

kahaa phir phone par maaN se ke raavii aish likhtaa hai
samandar paar meraa haal kyaa hai kisne dekhaa hai

raavii – Narrator.

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…and an year goes by

Last week I completed an year with my current employer, and in Bangalore (where it’s my second inning). Looking back, I have got mixed feeling about the year. A lot of good memories and a few bad ones.

An year is over;
An year of new begining, an year in my old playground;
An year of no looking back, an year of regrets;
An year of Solitude, an year of parties;
An year of success, an year of setbacks;
An year of hope, an year of nigtmares;
an year of lavish life, an year of misry;
an year of joy, an year of sad moments;
an year which was so full of diverse emotions
and unusual circumstances that it seems to be
from pages of a nice fiction book…