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माँ

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इस संसार में और कोई ऐसी शक्ति नहीं है, वो मां ही हो सकती है जो कभी थकती नहीं है। सबके उठने से पहले उठ जाती है वो, सबको सुला कर है नींद पाती है वो, सपने भी हमारे लिए देखती है जो ऐसी आंखे और किसी की हो सकती नहीं है, वो मां ही हो सकती है जो कभी थकती नहीं है। जिसके कारण सब सुख है हमारा, जिसके आशीर्वाद ने हर दुख संहारा, जिसकी हर बात में एक एहसास है प्यारा, ऐसी वाणी और किसी की हो सकती नहीं है, वो मां ही हो सकती है जो कभी थकती नहीं है। दर्द में जिसका हाथ औषधि बन जाता है, सर पर रख दे तो प्रगति बन जाता है, निवाला जो खिलाती अमृत बन जाता है, ऐसी छुअन और किसी की हो सकती नहीं है, वो मां ही हो सकती है जो कभी थकती नहीं है।

Purpose

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Whats the use of eyes,  if the view haven't got her Whats the use of ears, if the sound isn't one i prefer Whats the purpose of smelling, if she is missing in air around. Whats the purpose of feeling, if her touch is not found. Whats the need of words, If she is not there to hear. Whats the need of thoughts, If she isn't part of them to endear. Whats the meaning of attraction, If she is not the one being observed Whats the meaning of being lost, If the moments with her not preserved Whats the role of dreams, If her appearance is denied. Whats the role of reality, If she is not the one by my side.

Silence

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Somehow things changed in a way, My ears stopped accepting sounds as they were. Filled with noise of thoughts in my mind, i keep searching cure to silence of her. Intentional or not, that's not the question, She used to fight to sort it out. But now the words are not flowing, Making my mind go filled with various doubt. How can i assume the things, And do what she wants me to do. I know she is kind to hint, But assumptions are surrounding the clue. Why isn't the life easy, Why we stop ourselves to convey. Why to make assumptions play, And then lose the time in that way. Waiting for other to guess, Might go the way you thought. But for 1 right there are 99 wrong too, Isn't that gonna pain a lot. Instinct is required, When the other is not around. Then why to waste the opportunity, Lets speak the heart out and loud.

A tale of eyes

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The day has come which he always waited for. Her eyes were twinkling, a suppressed smile, though clearly visible, suggesting that she is aware of what he is about to say. He nervously made a move to come near, the smile widened a bit.. in a trembling voice …. He said “ I wanted to say something…. No I mean, I wanted to tell you something…. “. She raised her head, looked him in the eyes and said “ What  do you want to say? Or tell?... I am listening…. ” He took a deep breath and continued “ I…. the weather is so nice, isn’t it? ” “ That’s what you want to tell? ” she asked teasingly.. “ I don’t know how to put it….. The thing is that…… we have been going to office in same shuttle for last three months…. And I guess ….. I like you.. ” “ Yeah, I like you too, we are friends right? ” she said “ Of course we are friends…. By like you I meant….. ” “ Hey Paarth! Wake up son….. Aren’t you going to office today? ”  He suddenly woke up at the alarm raised b

पराया

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आज इस कदर मैं परेशान नज़र आता हूँ, औरो से नहीं बनिस्पत खुद से खफा नज़र आता हूँ। जिन अपनों को माना ज़िन्दगी का सबब, आज उन् अपनों को मैं पराया नज़र आता हूँ। जिनं से बेबाक कर लिया करता था हर सोच बया, बिना शिकवा जो देते थे तवज्जो मुझको। की ना जाने कौन सी बात अखर जाए उनको, आज हर अलफ़ाज़ मैं सहमा सा कह पाता हूँ। जिन अपनों को माना ज़िन्दगी का सबब, आज उन् अपनों को मैं पराया नज़र आता हूँ। ऐसा नहीं की मैं बदल गया हु अब, की आज भी वोह मुझे उतने ही अज़ीज़ है। पर ना जाने उन्हें क्यों लगता है हर बार, की मैं अपने नहीं, सुनी सुनाई बातें दोहराता हूँ। जिन अपनों को माना ज़िन्दगी का सबब, आज उन् अपनों को मैं पराया नज़र आता हूँ। की जब तक रहेगा पर्दा यही बेरुखी का, और होंगी मुलाकातें कुछ यु की रस्मे हो जैसे। लबो पर मुस्कराहट भले ही क़याम रखने में हो कमियाब, आँखों की वीरानियों को देखते है कब तक छुपा पाता हूँ। जिन अपनों को माना ज़िन्दगी का सबब, आज उन् अपनों को मैं पराया नज़र आता हूँ।

आस

ग़म इस बात का नहीं,  की वो पास नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना, पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। दूर होना भी कोई गम था, की अब वक़्त ने किया बया। वो जो दूर  होक भी करीब थे,  अब उनका कोई इकरार या इंकार नही है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना, पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। की जो रहते थे ख्यालो में,  और मुख़्तसर गुफ्तगू किया करते थे। इस कदर बदलते गए हालात, की अब उनको मेरा इल्म-ए-हाल नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना, पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। मेरा तस्सवुर अब भी ढूंढ़ता है, की कोई हल्का सा एहसास तो मिले उनका। पर ना जाने किस बात पर नाराज़ है वो, की अब उनके ज़ेहन में मेरा नामो निशाँ नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। कहते है की वक़्त भर देता है हर ज़ख्म,  कितनो ने नई राहे पकड़ी भूल जाने के बाद। पर जो लिया मैंने जायज़ा दर्द का अपने, तो पाया की मेरे ज़ख्मो का वक़्त से इकरार नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना पर कश्मकश य

Relations

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There are many relations in life, With a trend of coming and going. But few stay and never leave, The one which keeps life glowing, Its not that everyone is lucky, There are only few who are blessed. Then why they just don't bother, And keep putting them at test. Ask the one who remained alone, Finding someone with no gain. You might realize what you got, Don't make them diluted with pain. Its ok that you keep expectation, There is no harm in keeping them. But don't make it a compulsion, Coz it might make the relation numb.

Peerless

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The way she blush, As if the dusk went red in all its glory. The colors of love spread across, As if listening to a romantic story. The birds singing to act her voice, The river waving to act her walk. The wind flowing to act her movement, The waterfall trying to act her talk. But no one near to match her glory, As if listening to a romantic story. The petals trying to steal the touch, The flowers trying to steal her fragrance. The mirror trying to steal her look, Honey trying to steal her sweetness. But no one near to match her glory, As if listening to a romantic story. Deer hesitate when eyes are compared, Night feels inferior when the hair is matched. Dawn hides when talk about her smile, Nature feels shy when her praise is scratched. Indeed, no one near to match her glory, As if listening to a romantic story.

Reflection

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That is how i want life to be, I turning into u and u turning into me... Let the attraction be of highest degree Let the thoughts be set totally free, As there is no difference when river meet sea I turning into u and u turning into me... For your smile my words remain the key Your sweetness is what i charge as fee, Resemblance of thoughts achieving accuracy I turning into u and u turning into me... As inseparable as from ground is tree Despite the distance how much it be, Is it same for you? Do u agree? I turning into u and u turning into me...

The Glorified Colors

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No matter what color she carry, It may be  red,  blue or white. There is always a more beautiful aspect, Which presents astonishing sight. Sometimes its boon for the eyes, Sometimes seems god's pride. The endless versions keep appearing, Every time  turning everything to delight The power to impress anything, Making even stones go smile. The aura is not to be encompassed in words, A look and even desert turns fertile. As if every color is made, To just rejoice her credit. And the ignorant colors feel proud, Going by the way news get spreaded It wont be late,  When colors would fight. Who is going to enjoy her company And would remain in limelight