From my lost diaries…

Over next few days I am going to share some of the poems which were written during my school/college going days. Found an old diary, sad that have lost other writings….whatever is left I am going to post here. Thanks!

वो ख्वाब..

आँखों में अब भी वो ख्वाब पलते हैं,
जिन्हे तेरे दरवाजे पर जला आये थे।

शम्मा..

शम्मा के चर्चे कुछ यूँ हैं पूरे शहर में की,
परवाने रोज महफ़िल सजाये रहते हैं।

रूह..

नींद नदारद है आँखों से रातों में,
सुना कुछ ऐसा की रूह को सुकून मिले।

किस्सा..

नींद हमारी आँखों से नदारद है आज की रात,
चलो आओ एक किस्सा नया मिल लिखते हैं।

दोस्त..

दोस्तों ने कुछ ऐसे दाग छोडे रूह पर,
दुश्मनों को हम आज भी तरसते हैं।

Spree of posts…

A spree of posts (hindi couplets) on the blog, based on writing prompts from Twitter..

गुजर रही है…

सभी दोस्तों के लिए जो मेरे दिल के करीब हैं…

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गुज़र रही है जिंदगी,
दूर और कभी करीब से।
कमा लेते हैं खासा,
फिर भी हैं गरीब से।

भरी जेठ की दुपहरी,
ठिठुरती पूस की ठण्ड।
महफ़िलें थी जमा करती,
बैठ अपने यारों के संग।

हर रोज एक नया खेल,
कितना सब थे झगड़ते।
सीटियों के इशारों से,
दोस्त हमें बुलाया करते।

कल की हमे फ़िक्र कहाँ,
आज में जीना था आता।
बहुत से ऐसे भी थे जिन्हें,
रोज चेहरा नया भाता।

फिर एक रोज ये सुना,
की अब हम बडे हो गए,
जिंदगी की कश-म-कश में,
खुद से ही कहीं खो गए।

वो दिन पल लौटकर,
अब कभी ना आएंगे।
ऐ जिंदगी हार न मानेंगे,
लड़ते यूँही हम जाएंगे।

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शराब…

पीकर शराब गुज़रती है अब तो मेरी हर एक रात,
कम्बख़्त असर ऐसा की काफ़िर को खुदा का साथ।

क्या लाया हुँ घर से?

बेहतरीन कविता क्षितिज की कलम से….

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जब बिस्तर पर रख कर
खोला सामान भरा बस्ता
तो खुद से पूछ बैठा मै
क्या लाया हुँ घर से?

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लाया हुँ गाँव की गर्म धुप
जो आम के पेड़ो से झांक-झांक कर
यादो के पसीने में नहलाया करती थी
गीली मिट्टी की खुशबु
जो पिछली बरसात का हिसाब देती थी
लाया हुँ खाली घर का सन्नाटा
जो बैठे-बैठे मुझसे बतियाता था

लाया हुँ वह रंगीली कमीज़
बचपन के धागों से सिली हुई
लाया हुँ वह हवा से भरी रोटी
जिसकी गोलाई में कैद हैं मेरा अस्तित्व

और न चाहते हुए भी
लाद लाया हुँ एक गठरा
उम्मीदों और कर्त्तव्य से भरा
लेकिन छोड़ आया हुँ  पीछे
साहस, इस गठरे को खोल पाने का

साथ ही हैं कुछ आवाज़े
पास की मस्जिद की अज़ान की
सुबह अंधेरे में बजते मंदिर के गान की
खेतो में लेहलाहति फसल की सांस की

पर ज़्यादा दिन न रहेंगी ये आवाज़े
धो देगा इन्हें…

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राह…

सूरज की किरणों को आज खुद में समेटने की चाह,
बिन तेरे जिंदगी से ज्यादा कठिन नहीं है मेरी राह।

चाह..

पूरे ना हों इतने बड़े ख़्वाब नहीं हैं,
आसमान छूने की चाह भी नहीं है।

My Blog’s 2014 in review…

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 27 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Humanity’s side..

No religion ever allows or preaches violence,
Only mothers and wives loose when innocent die.
You may take sides with Israel or Palestine,
Do not forget to be on humanity’s side

6 years with WordPress!!

I myself didn’t knew this 🙂

Have been active at my blog for 2.5 years only though. Does that mean it took me 3.5 years to figure out what should I write 😐

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हिंदी…

सारी दुनिया को सलाह हिंदी की,
खुद ट्विटर पे अंग्रेजी से हाले दिल बयान करते हैं।

MH370

What if Alien theory on  missing Malaysian flight MH370 turns out to be true? A lot of money and time is being spent on searching the crashed flight under South Indian ocean for many weeks now, and with no hope of finding anything so far. Imagine entire flight is hijacked by a alien spaceship and everyone in the flight is at some far corner of universe…safe and alive!

Inside a metro

Every day I step inside a metro coach, very first question which comes to the mind is “whether i will get a seat today?” Next thing is to take out phone, play a song with earphones plugged into the ears. What next? Start looking at the people, try to understand what they are talking; at times trying to hear them 😉 and observe them. Must tell you it’s quite interesting to do all this, at least I find it.

Every face has a story to tell, it’s kind of music even when someone yells. A group of college students full of life, discussing lectures/professors, and most of the times their crushes. Office going people, cribbing how bad things are at work, usual boss bashing or so many meetings in a day. Housewives out for shopping and still discussing husbands, mother-in-laws or how to lose weight. Businessmen, all the time on phone; shouting, fighting and pleading for payments at times. Enough!!! Right?

Why am I writing all this?

Because I have been trying to decipher those expressions, discussions, fights and convert into words (probably stories and poems at times). So I will attempt to write stories I pick while traveling in Delhi Metro, and publish under “Metro Diaries” category at my blog. Hope to post regularly here!

What’s happening???

Words are eluding me,
prose have died.
Rhyme I can not any more,
and stories unable to write!

तेरी याद गोया….

बहुत उम्दा…

Ashtray

तेरी याद गोया,

सिगरेट का धुंआ है!

साँसों में घुल के

उतर जाती है रगों में,

जलाती है दिल-जिगर सब..

 

आह! सी निकलती है मुंह से,

लबों पर छोड़ जाती है,

कुछ सियाह रातों की कालिख़,

कुछ कहे-अनकहे लफ़्ज़ों का

कड़वा-तल्ख़ सा स्वाद.

 

ज़रा देर को,

तेरे नक्श,

हवा में,

उभरते हैं,

ठहरते हैं,

बिखरते है,

फिर सुलगते है

तेरी तलब जाना…

शांत नहीं होती!

 

तेरी याद गोया,

सिगरेट का धुंआ है!

-शिखर

 

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Go get a life..

Someone asked me “You have a blog? You write?”

“There are hundreds of out there who write like you, maintain a blog. What have they achieved so far? Is it not wasting your time rather than focusing on better things?”

All I could do was stare into that “someone’s” eyes for long with a smile and utter “Go, get a life..It’s far better than doing nothing and judging people!”

4 Phases Every Blogger Experiences

And I too can relate to it..

A Collection of Musings

Before my first post, I thought writing was all you needed to do to run a blog. Perhaps it is enough to run a blog, but it’s certainly not enough to run a successful blog. If you write more than 2 blog posts you will almost definitely enter phase 1.

Phase 1
It turns out it is no fun writing if there is nobody to read what you are saying. So you work on getting followers. You tell your friends. Some of them start reading your blog. Some of them wish they could have a conversation without you bringing up ‘that damn blog’. And others ask you about it regularly, but never actually read it.

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Phase 2
Eventually you run out of friends to promote your blog to and you focus on finding strangers to read your work. Perhaps you start to follow other blogs and find like-minded bloggers. Or…

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Options?

What happens when a political outfit in it’s first outing at assembly elections creates a sort of record by winning 40% of the seats? Other parties try to form an alliance with it, or may be trying to persuade some of their winning candidates to join them. But without any success and the state seems to be going towards a re-election.

Are there any other options? Yes, there is….at least one!!

Short stories..

Have been thinking about writing short stories for a while, and finally published one last night under “Short n Crisp” category – Life does have “U” turns

I will publish more in coming times as and when a story gets matured and is ready to be shared. Please feel free to pass on the feedback and any comments you might have.

Thanks for your time!

RS seats being sold. Big deal?

Lot of people have been talking of Rajya Sabha seats being sold for Rs 100 cr.

Is that really a big deal here? when lot of us are fine and ready to pay in several lakhs to secure a seat for our kids in best of the educational institutions – which starts from pre-nursery and goes till higher education. We should be very comfortable in accepting this as well!

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