The Inner Voice

From the time we wake up to the time we sleep, we are in constant talks with our brain, our phone and some lucky individuals. Our brain tells us to be mean, to be cunning, to be diplomatic, all things selfish basically. Our phone, well it wants us to be everything except for what we are. Kohli, Alia, Ranbir, Malaika when you are a bit older and Mr. Bachchan when you are even more older. All but nothing of you.
There is one more voice, that lies within, still yet violent, calm yet not serene, that wants to take over everything but doesn't know how to trade. The voice that hardly finds a voice, knows only to give, expects nothing in return, sometimes fills your heart and soul with joy, other times finds a way out through your eyes. The feeling that tells you to be true, to be positive, to be loving, to be human.
When we feel anxious or without answers, a voice always tries to find a way out, but our speedy brain takes no time to kill it. When someone else's happiness makes you cry, when a cunning brain is oversped by a generous heart to help someone, when the trees, the wind, the world, all look beautiful to the eyes, when wants are replaced by contentment, when you worry for peace not placements, that voice finds a say. The strength we come across amidst all the chaos is the actual power of your inner self.
Be more of who you are, then only you can be what you want to be.

25th April 19

This is probably not for the light hearted or perhaps it is for the lightest hearts. Love necessarily brings with it a sense of demand, recognition and importance. And when we are deviod of the same, we feel agitated, lonely and maybe angry as well. Is this for which I loved that I am not of any importance now or don't figure out in your priorities or you don't message me back and all things like this. But we forget a very crucial aspect amongst all the anger, and that is that the person in questionis doing this by his/her choice and not due to any kind of ignorance, which means that if we are telling them to change their attitude or attention, it won't be a choice of will but a forced up action, and as you may know very well that love has no place for such deeds. If we send someone a text, it is our will to do so and it doesn't make the other person obligatory to reply, similarly if you are waiting for their call, it's your intent to wait, not the other person's compulsion to call. Love your partner as they are, not the way you want them to be. The changes that you wish to see should come naturally and slowly, otherwise in any case they won't last, and nor will your relationship.
Happy Loving
M.

Life Memoir

That which has never been spoken,
Maybe what is next to happen,
A proposal on a ship or a loss by a slip,
An avalanche on the mountain or the cool breeze near the fountain,
Life always gives you moments new and fresh,
A spin changes fortune for some,
Or gives someone a debt hard to overcome,
It also gives you long lasting memories,
Some that you want to forever cherish,
Others that you want but never perish,
Opportunities are also awarded at many turns,
A few get transformed into success,
Others seem a little hard to impress,
Inspite of all the aches and pains,
The complicated diseases or the mental strains,
Life is always more beautiful than we assume,
Lights of all colours make the soul bloom,
The stars shine bright whenever darkness looms,
Life always shows us the best suited lane,
And when it comes back full circle,
Explains why it didn't let you walk the plain.

Chalte Rehna

Waise to fursat nahi mere pass,
Phir bhi hasrat se chalta hun main,
Mauka milte hi nikal padta hun main,
Kisi gaadi mein baithe, bina bahar ki hawa ke,
Ya kisi scooter par sawar traffic se bachte bachate,
Isse accha kisi apne se kaho aao zara tehel aate,
Chalne se gaadi ka petrol bhi bachta hai,
Aur maa ka pyaar se khilaya ek zyada parantha bhi pachta hai,
Chalte samay aap aakaash ko yun nihaar sakte hai,
Jaise aap taaron ko bhi neeche utaar sakte hai,
Subah subah chalna thoda aasaan lagta hai,
Pollution ke bina insaan insaan lagta hai,
Paidal chalne ka lutf aur badh jaata hai,
Jab badalon par baarish ka saaya lehrata hai,
Gili mitti ki khushboo bohot hi suhani lagti hai,
Sukhe paidon par bikhri jaise nayi jawani lagti hai,
Chalte rehna hi is jeevan ki reet hai,
Baithe sab mil jaye, yeh to bas ek khwab hai,
Chalte rehne mein hi chupa har sawaal ka jawaab hai.

Sapne

Raat ke safar mein neend tale,
Ek khushi ki dor aankhon tak dheeme chale,
Pal wo dikhlaye tumhe kuch suhane,
Muskaan jo le aaye chehre par jaane anjaane,
Bas sapno mein hi hai wo shiddat,
Jo ruthe mann ko bhi hasa sake,
Jo ghum mein doobe ko bhi nacha sake,
Uske chalne ki raftaar tez zaroor hai,
Par uska swad shaam tak rehne wala suhoor hai,
Jo uski aaghosh mein lipte to bahar na nikal paoge,
Aur agar hai koi raasta to manzil aane par hi paoge,
Accha wahi hai jo sapne khone na de,
Aur asal sapna wahi hai jo sone na de.

Mujh Sarika

Kadam jab har pal chale jaanib-e-yaar,
Tab dil ko bhi kahan aata hai karar,
Har samt ab uska hi saya hai,
Hawa mein jaise ghul jaati har kaya hai,
Par jaanta hai dil ki yeh saya hakikat nahi hai,
Yeh ishq shayad aaj bhi mukammal nahi hai,
Kabhi aag ki chadar hai, kabhi kaanch ka raasta,
Humne sada dard se mehfuz rakha hai, ishq mein apna vaasta,
Ab ek chor par main hun, dusre chor pe khuda,
Tune mohabbat se kiya, main tujhse ho gaya judaa,
Dosti ka aaj bhi ek hi tarika hai,
Mila de usse jo mujhse zyada, mujh sarika hai.

Zindagi

Soch jahan pichad gayi, zindagi wahan ujad gayi,

Chale the jis raah pe, woh manzil se hi bichad gayi,

Daayron mein jo simat gayi, zindagi wahan theher gayi,

Jab hawa ko kuch pal roka, ban sailab barsa ke keher gayi,

Bhakti mein jo lag gayi, zindagi wahan jhuk gayi,

Sab darr tyag kar maan liya jo khud ko apna bhagwaan, de kar woh hazaar sukh gayi,

Ghadi ki suiyon ke piche jo daudi, zindagi wahan tham gayi,

Apni marzi se aaye nahi, apni marzi se jee to le, kya yeh bhi kam nahi,

Paison ke piche jo bhaga, zindagi wahan sharm gayi,

Apni soch kar zindagi guzaar do, kya daulat de kar tujhe yahi karm gayi,

Khud ko dekha jab aaine mein, to zindagi jaise bikhar gayi,

Kaanch to abhi bhi thos tha, par mere bhitar ki dararein nikhar gayi.

Tere Liye

Ek haath ka faasla tha, haath milane ke liye,

Tune do kadam aur piche le liye, har vasl mitane ke liye,

Lamhe kuch nadaan the, bohot kuch samjhane ke liye,

Tera achanak chale jaana kaafi tha, unhe mohabbat sikhane ke liye,

Ek pyala kaafi lagta tha, har gham mitane ke liye,

Aaj maikhana bhi itrata hai, mera saath nibhane ke liye,

Duniya kehti hai dil mein dard chahiye kuch likhne ke liye,

Maine to qasiide padh daale teri raah mein bichne ke liye,

Ek samay tha, jab waqt tha daud lagane ke liye,

Ab to suiyan bhi itrati hai, ek kadam badhane ke liye,

Kagaz ki kashti to banti hai doob jaane ke liye,

Humein to kisi ne paani me dhakel diya, khud ko paar lagane ke liye,

Paani se beh gaye, kuch tu kuch main jiske liye,

Wo ishq kya thi khata kuch mere liye kuch tere liye.

Kahani

Harf dar harf ek kahani tujhe sunani hai,

Kisi ke khwabon mein lipti yeh daastaan purani hai,

Yeh meri nahi, lamhon ke muntazar kuch lamhon ki zubani hai,

Kisi ke vaadon mein uljhi,

Kisi ke suraj mein phigli,

Kisi ke pairon mein kuchli,

Kisi ke haathon se phisli,

Is daastaan ko shayad ruhaniyat naseeb na thi,

Chahe jaisa hota anjaam, mujhe aarzo-e-rakeeb na thi,

Ek nao jaise bina maanjhi ke thi,

Ek shajar ki sukhi shakhaein jaise bina aandhi ke thi,

Vasl ki raat jo laaye, aisi har shaam begaani thi,

Is raja ki siyasat bhi bina apni rani ke thi,

Aur kahani tujhe kya sunau, jab koi kahani hi na thi.

Emptiness

I feel so lonely,

To the extent of being in an exile,

This world seems like a turmoil,

Love being ejected from its roots and soil,

Or is it just my life I wonder,

That has no rains but thunder,

I discover something new in the roof each night,

Shamelessly looking at it with lights shining bright,

The fan looks like the paper windmill,

Which we gazed for hours in childhood, for time to kill,

The tick of the clock sounds like a roar,

As the heart fails to hear the vows you swore,

I slept like a baby hearing your voice,

But now these sleepless nights have no choice,

As I gaze at the roof, living your memories to rejoice.

Mother's Day

The tension taker,

The peace maker,

The crying machine,

Ambassador of mission clean,

The smartphone enthusiast,

Storyteller of the past,

The kitty party goer,

The terrace garden grower,

The colour matching agent,

The God worshipping patient,

The daily soap fan,

Newsroom of the clan,

The money saving manager,

The stressed out passenger,

The dry fruit supplier,

The sale shopping buyer,

Knows to love like no other,

Is also the world's best mother.

Best Friend

For whom each word in this life is penned,

Is the love of my life and also my best friend,

The friend who taught me to love myself,

The one who always placed me above herself,

With whom I cracked​ the silliest of jokes,

And loved being called one of the idiotic folks,

The friend with whom I played like a child,

And my making funny faces, she always made sure that I smiled,

With whom I shared the memories of my father,

And who more often than not, acted like my mother,

The one who always made me reach the shore,

Whenever my lonely boat was stuck in the sea roar,

The friend has now hung her boots,

And the friendship lies scattered and unearthed from its roots.

Raabta

Yeh jo toote rishton ka gehra zakham hai,

Yeh tera karam hai ya mera karam hai,

Jo mana maine khud ko tera mehram hai,

Yeh mera dharam hai ya tera dharam hai,

Jo teri yaadon ka surkh marham hai,

Yeh tera vehem hai ya mera vehem hai,

Jo in fati ungliyon ki darkaar hai,

Woh mera adhikaar hai ya tera adhikaar hai,

Jo mere kaano mein gunjti teri hasi ki aawaaz hai,

Yeh meri namaaz hai ya teri namaaz hai,

Karvatein badalti aur siskiyan leti jo yeh gehri raat hai,

Kya yahi tere aur mere pyaar ki aukaat hai,

Jo in haathon ki nafzon se dil tak ka raasta hai,

Kya usse bhi maheen tera mujhse raabta hai?

Ek Shaks

Jahan main dekhun wahan bas tera hi aks hai,

Us gehre aks mein khojta tujhe ek shaks hai,

Ek shaks jo tujhse bohot pyaar karta hai,

Jiska dil bas tere deedar se hi bharta hai,

Teri yaad mein yeh dil khaali ho jaata hai,

Par teri ek muskaan se khile bagh ka maali ho jaata hai,

Teri har guzarish ye ab pehle se zyada maanta hai,

Bas waise hi jeena chahta hai, jaise tu usko jaanta hai,

Kabhi palkhein bhi chil jaati hain khare paani se,

Par yeh zindagi aaj bhi gulzar hai teri meri kahani se,

Raat ki karvatein, kamar aur aankh dono ko dard deti hai,

Lekin sab bhool jaata hai yeh sharir, jab ek jhapki bhi tera darsh deti hai,

Sapne mein bhi haathon ke aangan mein tujhe bharne ko jee chahta hai,

Main kin shabdon mein bayan karun wo chain, jo mujhe tab aata hai,

Aaj bhi dil mein kaabiz hai har wo khushi,  jo maine tujhse payi hai,

Tune chand, tara, nadi, parvat ban kar, meri yeh srishti jannat banai hai.

Dreamers

Why do people want us to change?

Why do the things we like to pursue, to some people look strange?

When we do what we feel is right,

And our loved ones don't share the same sight,

They say we have broken their trust,

Is the definition of trust, doing things which they feel right is a must?

No, trust means to believe in the ability of someone,

To give them your hand of support, when they have none,

There is no definition of right to which two people agree,

All you need to do is trust the person and set them free,

Let them live the life they wish to,

Be it falling in love or being part of an aircrew,

Because the ones who are free to pursue their dreams,

Are the only ones who can reach the extremes.

Yours Or Mine

The love that resides within each heart,

We seem to own it ourselves from the very start,

But if it is our love that thrives,

Why do we love doing things that the other person likes,

How do your habits and routine so easily change,

When even a small adjustment was so hard to arrange.

It is actually their love that lives within you,

Transforms your soul, making it fresh and new,

If you feel touched by someone's sufferings, it is their kindness,

If you stand firm for anything correct, it is their rightness,

That is why it's said that hearts get exchanged,

Or a part of you in me, forever gets arranged.

Poetry

Each time I sit to write,

Open my diary and take out a sheet crisp white,

The mind wanders to the heart for direction,

The heart peeps into the soul for reflection,

Images begin to flash on the internal screen,

Mostly are moments of love beautiful and serene,

Sometimes the heart also remembers its griefs,

And occasionally the teachings of life, which have now become beliefs,

The mind now picks up a topic of its choice,

As the heart begins to recite it's unheard voice,

The heart mines itself till the time it is ready to bleed,

Only then does a poem become, worth a read.

Child & Lover

The beautiful feeling that love renders,

Is similar to a sweet newborn, cute and tender,

A glowing smile always keeps the face busy,

The world around you is happy and easy,

Silence is the language most commonly used,

If words are said, they are cheesy enough to get anyone amused,

An embrace is the place they find their best sleep,

With utmost comfort and warmth of the other heart to reap,

There is no worldly fear that seems to matter,

But tears cry hard when the heart shatters,

Nights are spent with eyes wide open,

Gazing at the roof and counting the memories woven,

A child and a lover also share the same heart,

Filled with innocence and selfless love from their part.

My Father

The man I lived with for sixteen years,

The one who taught me to defeat all fears,

Never did I see anger on his face,

His raised voice was always a rumour at our place,

To send anybody empty handed, was not a tradition he pursued,

For getting a yes as an answer, it was not required to check his mood,

A radiant smile always made his face glow,

As if he had nothing else to show,

His blessings are the reason for all that I receive,

His demise is the truth, I still find hard to perceive,

His life was a bundle of joy to cherish,

The wisdom he gave me can never perish,

God came to this Earth to live as my father,

And since then, I am just trying to be one like him rather.

Face And Embrace

The heart sinks into the deep sea,

The body feels like broken into three,

The eyes seem to have lost their vision,

The skin looks inefficient to identify a collision.

It's said that when a beloved departs,

Takes away with them a piece of your heart,

That for sure I did lose,

But in return I got something else to choose,

I chose to keep all the moments of delight,

Each moment you were in my sight,

Every time we saw the sun, talking through the night,

Every instant we said so much in spite of being quite,

Each time I could embrace you tight.

The thing you are devoid off in an embrace,

Is the same as being in a different place,

And that is your beautiful smiling face.