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Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Abyss

"Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will."

Abyss. The only place in the universe where one can find these lines embroidered into the walls of the rooms, souls of the inhabitants and the very air they breathe. Nobody signed up for a vacation in down there but almost everyone who has ever taken a risk or has been brave, who has ever taken the plunge or have stood up for themselves, who has ever fought for the truth or never compromised are familiar with this territory. The beauty of this place is the illusion of absolute darkness that it creates, even in broad daylight. The rule of this state is the simplest - "Everyone is a captive. Either you break free or die hard." It is probably the best place for a brave soul to find themselves, to think aloud, to think strong, to reason it all out and to take braver, more courageous and, most importantly, the right decisions. After all, everything we do in a lifetime is based on decisions which are based on our beliefs which are based on our ability to see right from wrong. The walls scream of failure, the air smells of death and nothingness tolls all around. It is the perfect place to lose sanity while trying to regain it. And the one's who actually see that fading light, that one ray lit with dust but hope, that one ray which separates life from death are the one's who have made their decisions. The ascend is gravity free. The soul is weight free. The thoughts are jail broken and the fears of the darkness are non-existent.
Funnily enough, more the time you spend getting comfortable in there the more you regret being there and every second spent after leaving the hole is spent in realizing how easy it could have been.
The search for this simple answer is what takes all brave souls down to the abyss and no matter how long you've been inside, everyone gets their own fading light.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

दो लफ्ज़ किसीकी खिदमत में

इन गहरी निगाहों में तुम्हारी यूँही तैरता रहूँ,
वोह दो लफ्ज़ प्यार के तुम्हारे जिनमे एक उम्र बिता दूं,
यह मुसकुराहत तुम्हारी जिनमे सारे गम छूपा लूं,
ऐ दिलरुबा , तुम्हारी तस्वीर के साथ ही अपना जीवन गुज़ार दूं.

इस प्यार में, इस इंतज़ार में, छुपा हैं हर वोह एहसास जिसके छूने से मन्न में ऊठी एक कशीष. एक उम्र थी उस पल में जिसमे हम एक होकर बिच्चड गए.

सब कहते हैं प्यार में दर्द होता हैं,
करके देखे कोई तुमसे प्यार तो कहेगा हर दर्द में प्यार होता हैं.

दिल के इस खेल में ना जाने तुमने कितने पल बिताएं,
कुछ बिन बताएं और कुछ बिन हसाएं.

प्यार पागल है और हम बेहाल,
प्यार ज़िन्दगी है और हम सांस,
प्यार तुम हो और हम तुम.

अगर तुम सोचती की हम तुमसे और तुम हमसे तो क्या गलत होता, फर्क बस इतना होता की तुम तुमसे न होती और हम उनसे न होते.

वोह जाम ही क्या जिसमें तुम्हारा एहसास ना हों, वोह नशा ही क्या जुसमे तुम्हारा ख्याल ना हो.

उन्होनें इतना सब मांग लिया की जान भी कम पड गई.

इस रात के अँधेरे में ना हमने कुछ कहाँ, ना तुमने कुछ कहाँ,
पर तुम्हारी आहट कह गयी वोह बात जो कभी लफ्ज़ ना कह सके.

प्यार के इस खेल में ना तुम जीत सके ना हम,
चल दिए तुम और रह गए हम.

तुम्हारा साथ चाहे वोह हर दम,
हमारा साथ चाहे वोह हर दम,
निशानी हैं प्यार की तुम्हारी और मेरी,
नफरत से मत भर, ऐ ज़ालिम, तुम्हे अपने खून की कसम.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Death Of An Existence

Every morn starts with dawn,
The cheerful melody of the birds song,
Woke him up from the slumber,
How he enjoyed, now he wonders.

The challenge, the fight, the war, the sight,
Of how the day would test his might.
Every hurdle, with grit, he faced,
All of it, how easily, he aced.

The mornings are still the same,
The birds sing the same song,
He cannot filter the bane,
The boy, that was, is long gone.

The fight is tougher, the resolve weaker,
The walls pile higher as he goes wee,
The clocks tick, his life piles up,
He rocks himself to sleep, cocooned in his stale niche.

Thank you Manali M (@khatteemithi) for the end :)