Mera

kya hai apna aur kya hai paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?
kabhi kuch kareeb toh kabhi kuch duur...
yehi toh sochne par karta hai mujhe majboor...
ki kya sahi mayeene mein hai apna aur kya paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?

Answering

what is new and what is old?
is it on the basis of what we are told?
who is close and who is far?
is it physically how we are apart?
what is true and what is false?
who makes the final call?


there maybe thousand such quesions,
that might be taking revolutions...
inside our mind during the day,
and for an answer we may constantly pray...
for this darkness to end from our lives...
so that towards the light we can strive...


sooner or later its time... when you...
may find what you call the truth...
reach that stage of realisation; if you may call it...
and might think of yourself as actually a stupid...
because the answers that you were searching in others' brightness...
was always there if for a few minutes your eyes were open... to what seemed like darkness...

Just for a second

Just for a second our eyes met...
On our faces angel like smiles were set...
Then my bus started to move...
Even if for a second... The love story came true...

Faint Light at Night

When I stay up at night,
And love the silence and in the room, and a faint light,
From the street-light across the road,
I tend to get into this thinking mode...

Today my mind asks me to answer this question...
Why do we meet some good people only for a short duration?
Some people who are worthy of more than a special mention...
Who my mind thinks should be a part of me or at least my extension...
... Who my mind yearns to be with...
And starts acting like a kid...

That is when I tell my mind...
To stop this usual grind...
And be happy that you at least met,
Someone you haven't forgotten yet...
Leaving the universe to pay this unpaid debt...
Within the time frame you set...
Someway or the other the universe will pay back...
and make up for this time lag...
Between what you thought were the last moments...
And the soon to be presents...

Till then my thinking machine,
lets just enjoy this beautiful scene...
Of when I stay up at night...
with the silence in my room and the faint light...

Searching...Waiting...?

So what is it that makes us truly love someone?
is it just spending time with them is fun?
is it necessary to have thousands of photographs...
or just some cherishable moments you had...

distance decides if it is true love...
just to show its purity of a white dove...
closing your eyes will bring each second...
in front of your eyes just like a life size print...

thinking of whom makes you more strong...
makes you want to... with them go along...
and be there through sadness and happiness...
only love... you dont need to impress...

so where does this love exist on this sphere...
made of green and blue... very far or near?
is that person around me i want to know...
someone i shouldnt let go?

i need some hint here my dear universe...
where is the one with whom i ll share this earth...
who is that person i will spend my life with...
with whom i ll live life like i never did...

my trust in you tells me you ll answer me soon...
and i ll meet that someone by my birthday next june...
till then i shall carry on with life as usual...
and remember of this promise that i hope is mutual...

From the past

Din mein yunhi baithe huye,
na jane kyu kuch sapne bune...
Ki ek din duniya mein apna naam hoga...
Zindagi jald hi degi aisa moka...
Charo or mujhe jaanenge log...
Ek baar jo rasta mila, koi na sakega rok...
Kehte hain ki sabr ka phal meetha hota hai...
Thoda intezar karne par sabse behtareen milna pakka hai...
Jab sab aaspaas ho utawle...
Unko dekh ke kabhi nirnay kabhi na lena harbarahat mein...
Kyuki zindagi hai aapki, unki nahi,
Aggar yeh baat maani, toh aapki jeet nishchit hai likhi...



A poem i found from my college time notebook... still searching for more... will add if i find any...

In Motion...

like waves in the ocean...
thoughts in mind are in motion...
stop they never even at request...
my mind asks for a little rest...

but this movement of my creation...
are in their own form each a supplication...
for my thinking place to keep working...
and not end up like others' rusting...

so the so very kind... my dear mind...
shows a little kindness and doesn't wind...
these thougts and shut the lid...
but lets them play around like a child...

Sleeping towards darkness?

as i see the sky turning from black to light blue,
and am reminded of the minutes so few,
i have... before i go to bed again...
will i be awake to see the colour change across the plane?
irony i see over here in my life is...
about something i am about to miss...
as life is turning brighter today...
i wont now be able to stay...
awake to watch the brightness show the tree totally green...
as now i close my eyes to go to sleep...
and enjoy even if when i get up the world is dark...
illuminating with the light from within, when i sing like a lark...

Timing in...

do pal ki keemat ko kaise tola jaye...
har pal aggar paani ki tarah baha jaaye...
jo saath mein na chala main is pal ke...
aane wale sab pal lagenge paraye...

chalna kya aaj kafi hai yahaan...
daud bhi ab lagti hai dheemi...
do pal socha aaram karlu...
lekin samay nahi hai meri sajni...

do pal ki keemat ko kaise tola jaye...
har pal aggar paani ki tarah baha jaaye...
jo saath mein na chala main is pal ke...
aane wale sab pal lagenge paraye...

aane waale pal apne ho na ho...
bas bhoolu na main apni jado(roots) ko...
do pal toh unke baare mein sochlu...
woh apne... itne palo tak saath nibhaye the jo...

do pal ki keemat ko kaise tola jaye...
har pal aggar paani ki tarah baha jaaye...
jo saath mein na chala main is pal ke...
aane wale sab pal lagenge paraye...

Waking up...

Sitting on the couch I close my eyes,
And let my imagination be my guide...
To take me to the land of similar sounds...
Where to the visuals I am not bound...

These drop of summer rain,
As they fall on my window pane...
With voices of the vehicles moving...
And the smell in the air spreading...

Take me back to my days in Cuffe Parade, Bombay,
When on closing my eyes I would be in the same ambience as today...

In the morning when I entered my room,
This was probably hours before noon...
The fragrance in the air I could smell...
Brought me happiness because I know what I felt...

That I was back in my Master's city,
The holy pilgrim in the small town in Shirdi...
It felt like I was in one of the hotel rooms I ve stayed in,
What was missing here was the Dwarkamai and Samadhi Mandir...

But climbing down the stairs of the old Brotherton library,
I felt like I was going to my Sai's Samadhi...

So now a question comes to my mind...
For how long can these visuals bind...
Me... In this place I am still new to...
And people I know here will soon be few...

No... I dont need an air ticket to travel back to MY land...
Just 'closing my eyes' again is now my plan...

Thinking?

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

kya unko main apna bulau?
ya phir paraya maan jau?

bulane par kabhi woh aaye nahi...
kuch burra maane? yeh bhi bataye nahi...

phir yehi sochta hoon main...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

dikhne par khush nazar aate hain sabko...
par na jaane kya dard satata hai unko?

ki apna bulake bhi batate nahi...
darta hoon khona do unhe kahi...

phir yehi sochta hoon main...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

lekin sahi mayno mein kya unse kuch chahiye mujhe?
shayad yehi ki unke chehre ki muskurahat kabhi na bujhe...

woh ho na ho aas paas kahi bhi...
mujhe khushi mile sirf mujhse hi...

phir shayad yeh na sochunga mein...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...



Not thinking of any person as such... just random thoughts... bound by words...

Simpling

There us something I want to write about,
For a very short second does it sprout...

Then again it gets lost,
And I am unable to find the thought...

But still I smile... I don't know why,
Because I know that it will come back again, its mine...

So I sit down again, looking outside the window,
And watch the smile across my face flow...


Whatever I write, usually has some philosophical meaning behind it... but the above are just my thoughts at that moment put in a poetic format i guess... it is really easy i realised to talk of philosophy... discuss of it... or even write (which i might still be doing after today)...
the difficult part is to implement it... or put it into use... you might nod your head with this... but do you ever try to implement what you say... or as it is said, practice what you preach?
today i decide, if i say something to others, i am going to start to practice to implement in my life too ... i may not be successful... initially... but i know i will try... (you might like reading my poem just before this one here)
because the fact is... life is actually very simple... but with our philosophies and thoughts make it a really difficult... complicated ... it is actually just...

SIMPLE

Flowing

i do what not i want to do...
just what i know is true...

what i know is right...
not comfortable in the near sight...

it may be the difficult way to learn...
but its the one for the best returns...

for me in the long run... i know i grow...
from this crow with this sound of the croak...

to a dove of peace and purity and whiteness...
this transition you may witness...

its more fun this way than i thought...
although against this way earlier i fought...

each moment fills up like a dance...
and each second goes like a trance...

so even if things are difficult early ...
you just need to be there and be sturdy...

as you walk across and reach the horizon...
you know what is the spirit of the sun...

Revisiting

Hi this is a poem I wrote in Hindi late last year ...


Tu hi toh banata hai apni kismat,
Phir bhi hai teri yeh fitrat,
Ki sochta hai main kya hoon...
Mann se kehta hai ki kuch ban jau...
Dete huye khushi sabko...
Kyu tu kosta hai khudko?
Tera khuda hai tere saath,
Aur koi aggar ho bhi paas...
Nahi de sakta itni khuski ...
Jo uski ibaadat se hia milti...
Tu sawaal pooch ... woh jawab dega...
Usne hi toh tujhe kiya hai paida...
Basa hai teri rooh mein...
Sirf ek muskurahat se sama jayega usmein...
Kabhi nahi tu hai akela...
Khuda hamesha se hai tera...


Its been a while since I wrote something...

here is what i wrote to my word:

where have you vanished my dear words?
its been sometime since from you i heard...


you visited me so often earlier...
those times werent this merrier...

is it that you act as a vent?
in times i cannot mend?

and go away when i am back to being me,
that is how it is... you now i dont see...

Running

the world waits for the moment...
when you the god sent...
gets down in the streets...
and achieves the feats...
the ones you could only dream...
thinking you will never get the cream...

just get up right now from here...
believe in yourself... have no fear...
he is there with you when you walk...
lets not waste time in this talk...

walk is slow ... run as fast as you can...
show the world that you are the man ...
that they have been waiting for...
even if you are not tall...
make your dreams so high ...
even if you lack in physical might...
you have the power to use your mind...
to even leave your inspiration behind...

believe in yourself and keep running...
be yourself not like the fox so cunning...

dont let time change the angel in you...
but show this side only to the deserving few...

each moment is worth a lifetime to live...
and in each life... never forget to give...
you will get back ten fold that is a promise...
but to reach there ... first just start to ... live ...

Wording

I wonder what would we do without words...
sometimes they bring together the two worlds...

and some other time makes two people drift...
away from each other... as in a rift...

but they are important i guess...
if on the purity of feelings i stress...

true words are heard from the heart...
no not being cheeky or being smart...

innocent words show the human being in us...
often we get caught in the lust...

to say things in way others say...
but all of us have a different bay...

being yourself when using words is important...
this lesson is probably still to be learnt...

by the inspired living being inside...
who becomes else to satisfy its pride...

words are a treasure and should be used in the manner...
probably have inside us our own scanner...

our relation with words should be such ...
that the difference between them and us shouldnt be much...

and be felt by others just as our touch...
not as an arrow being struck...

be kind to words and they shall be kind too...
and what you say from the heart is bound to come true...

Loving

words cant describe what you are to me...
only people who know me can see...

you trust me even when i dont trust myself ...
this is now in my heart felt...

even if this is excitement of the moment...
i would prefer to live it to the fullest...

yes i am going to ride so high ...
all i am going to do is enjoy ..

i know even if i fall from here...
i have nothing to fear...

you my love are standing...
with your arms wide open...

to save me from the pain ...
or any other strain...

i believe in thee ...
everything now i see...

is what you want me to ...
this is the truth ...

i ll say what you want me to say ...
i know you ll guide me if i go astray...

trust you my lord to the core...
and your trust in me ... i dont need anything more ...

Perfecting

All around me I see,
Almost every being,
Searching for perfection in everything,
Even I am a part of this scene...
Trying to rhyme each line...
Of this poem of mine...
Still there comes this thought,
That was to me by myself brought,
Of finding the perfection in imperfection,
Has now caught my fascination...
And is making me think,
Of this as the missing link...
Between me and true happiness...
And the answer to this 'mess'...

Accepting people as they are,
Even if to me they are close or far...
But more than the people around me,
My mirror asks, ‘Am i accepted by thee?’
Or in simple terms, do you accept yourself?
On being asked this I felt...

Probably I haven’t thought of this before,
And did not enter this door,
To avoid answering to the mirror,
But now I want to let go of this fear,
And accept the reality...
Just thinking of this brings some clarity,
To me about the future,
And as I act as my own teacher,

I realise how me not accepting the truth,
And taking some unknown route,
Brought me to this juncture,
Where this thought can either be punctured,
Or brought to life and lived,
Because, when I got sad or frustrated,
On or because of someone else,
Me to myself each time silently said,
I never tried to learn,
That it’s actually a fire that still burns,
In me, a side of this entity I call me,
Was still left unhealed....