Winters approaching by my side

The morning sun rays, chasing their way out of the mist,

Beads of dew drops, resting peacefully in the lap of green leafs,

The afternoons shimmered up with the gentle sunshine,

Getting amalgamated with the musk,

Like the lovers from the eternity,

Turns my eyes towards the winters approaching

By my side.

The dusky sky filled up with the vibrant colors,

of the setting sun, bidding goodbye,

And a hazy view of the city wrapped up

In a fog sheet,

Turns my eyes towards the winters approaching

By my side.

The divine sound of the Christmas carols,

Blended up with the buzzing cold westerlies,

The pines covered with the snow flakes,

And the window panes decorated

With the evening dew,

Turns my eyes towards the winters approaching

By my side.

And I sit back and admire the transitions

Occurring around,

Eagerly waiting for the

New year stepping forward

With new hopes and dreams budding in

Inside my heart…

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AnD wE sAy LiFe'S nOt FAir...

We say life’s not fair While complaining about the flavor less food in the mess While we are not able to get a seat to sit on a railway platform While criticizing the system for making us stand in a long queue at a movie theatre We say we are confused Confused of not knowing Which attire to purchase for a friend’s wedding Confused in choosing a restaurant to party Among all these complaints And confusions Can we all just stop for a moment And look around… Look around for the construction worker who is in fact unaware if he will be able to get two time bread and a room to sleep and relax each morning he wake up... look around for the maid who don’t even have two piece clothing to cover herself up who feels stranded of not being able to buy even a mango on her child’s demand... we say we are bewildered bewildered about which dream to chase and which direction to pursue In between this thought juggling stop for a moment and look around look around...

wHo cAn sAY...

Talks are cheap but life’s not. Life is precious and worthy, it must be respected and loved as who can say that the coming moment will be the one which is going to change it all, the pain of losing a loved one is tender. When the newspaper speaks of the death tolls in a terrorist attack or a bus accident or a young boy losing it all in an accident, for a moment it seems how unpredictable this life is, how an instant changes it all and all doors to meet the person who defined your existence once are closed and you are left with a lot of talking moments and so many flash backs. How strange it appears that we plan so much about our future, how the things will be when we turn 25, when the strange truth is that we can’t even predict about tomorrow and this is the point which presents the fact that everything around is just a delusion. We lead a life where everything is ours yet we own nothing. These lines correctly portrays it all “who can say where the road goes, where the day flows”...

गर्मियों की छुट्टियाँ

दो महीने की लम्बी छुट्टियाँ , दादी और नानी के घर पर बिताती ... रात को दादी की राजा- रानी की कहानियों में , खुद को राजकुमारी मान कर , अपने ही सपनों में खो कर, सो जाती ... सुबह उठ कर, नानी के संग पूजा की थाली , फूलों से सजाती और उन के भजनों, के दो-चार शब्द जो समझ आते, उन के साथ गुन-गुना कर बड़ी खुश हो जती ... दादा के संग बजार घुमने जाती, और पड़ोस के चाचा की दुकान पर बैठे, लोगो को, राम- राम साहब कह के, उन से चार टॉफ़ी पा कर , अपनी फ्हराक की छोटी-छोटी जेबॆए भर लाती ... दोपहर को नाना के संग ताश खेलती, और कागज के गुलाम- बादशाहों की अनोखी दुनिया में खो कर, नाना की गोदी के तकिये पर, सर रख कर सो जाती ... शाम को चाचा- चाची और मामा-मामी, वाले दीदी-भईया के संग लुक्का-छुप्पी खेलती, और सब को भाग- भाग कर पकड़ लेती ... आज भ...

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