MIND AND SOUL

Khud ke gum bhi kho jaate hai jb paas tu hota hai. Khud ko bhula dete hai jahan wo saaya tera hota hai. Teri surat jab paas ho to soya sa hota hu es jahan ke liye Na ho tu saamne to khoya sa hota hu es jahan ke liye Teri muskurahat mai hi chipi hai meri subah - shaam Teri nazron ke dayre mai hi karu saare   kaam Har harkat meri badal di tune,har maksad ko manjil mila Har fitrat ko dhaala tune,har hasrat ko saahil mila. Teri dosti ki aadat si ho gayi,teri baaton ki hasrat si ho gayi Tera hi didaar karne ki ab to fitrat si ho gayi Tu na hoti to aashiyan kho jaata,hone se hi khusiyan hoti Na jaane kyn palkein aanshuwon se rubaru hoti Zarre zarre mai tu hi maujood ,tujhse hi sukoon milta. Jis raah pe tu nai,wahan   bhi tera nisaan milta.

Being a lady means a lot in this world. Every single men can be seen in a dire need of a lady whether it be mother,sister,daughter or   life-partner. We have problems in our life but it seems their problem constitutes their life. What is her fault if she looks attractive to your pair of desiring eyes or you like her smile or voice or any other ingredient of her beauty. Why don’t you leave it upon her to decide about her choices and senses? I agree, the whole bunch of confusion is always carried alongside the what-so-ever left quantity of unused brain and that’s why most of the time they fall under illusion of right. A beauty is restricted from being friendly with her male counterpart just because of the hurricane of desires under the core of our manly heart. Who is better at saving the wastage of emotions? A guy or a girl? Don’t   they feel for a guy or it’s just the other way round every time? Most of them already tasted the betrayal and hence arrives a guest at good guy’s ...

feelings & emotions are the synonyms of weakness now a days...what really matters is the equilibrium between mind and heart...always the reaction shifts towards the mind because it is exothermic whereas the heart part needs a lot of energy and hence is avoided by the so called dwellers of this utopia..... also the feelings way is one-way or in other words irreversible reaction...it's impossible to construct a reversible feeling machine where you will get the equal amount of feelings as your input is...this is a perpetual motion machine of third type....it violates the laws of survival...the best part is the efficiency factor...way less than even the basic mechanism, forget about the ideal case....you always get the minimum feelings in return(if u r lucky,otherwise just invest and forget about the returns).... the inversions of the single-way sliding heart mechanism just change the crank or lever arm but 1 thing that is always fixed is the person who really feels something....o...

Sometimes we feel lucky about the position we have but the feeling vanishes into thin air when we come to know that the same position is shared by someone else who too feel the same because he don’t know about the position shared by me. The proud feeling of being unique in the circumference of friendship turns into anger when we stand in front of our twins. What they talk about others seems to be repeating with just a difference of the leading character and this time it’s me. When they said, I believed but when they did, I felt. Making someone special and giving him the position doesn’t guarantee the same there. “NO EXPECTATION ZONE”. This world is such a “no expectation” zone and I crash-landed here. Whenever I expected, I lost some pieces of my shattered heart. But being a human being, it’s inevitable. I stopped believing in this fake world but then he started winning my confidence in him as well as this world. He told me to move on in the trip of friendship and in the race of s...

My eyes were searching those couple of glittering diamonds whose brightness mesmerized my senses, those depths of ocean which penetrated my heart to run through the veins, those height of mountains which increased my desire to get them. I was searching for my first heartbeat, my first emptiness of mind, my first loss of senses, my first love….. I saw her for the first time near the door which opens for my future i.e. the door of education. Was she opening the door or closing it? Was she helping me through or obstructing me? I don’t know and will never know because I am still searching those hands of softness near that hard piece of wood well craved to move against my wave of desire. I saw her passing by, standing, sitting, laughing, weeping, reading, praying, whispering but never saw her looking at my infinite eyes, my fast heartbeat, my sad smile, my longing and my desire. I wish to have a couple of eye-magnets with me but of no use. My wait continues but in vain. My breathless mind ...

Life around me always kept fluctuating. I saw different colours of life but none of the colour inspired me as much as the BLACK. The dark face of life always has some depth and hidden beauty in it. Whatever surrounds me always had something to say. It’s the coincidence that sometimes I was deaf and the other time they were dumb. My country, my parents, my siblings, my friends, my teachers and my so called love, these surrounds me always along with the unusual and strange image of nature. I don’t care about the motherland, who gave me the identity, the base of life, the protection and the freedom. My country gave me everything she should, even more than that- the PRIDE. She is the one who enlightened my path throughout the black forest. But I don’t care I don’t care about my parents, who gave me life, who did everything for my future. They took the burden of my past and present with a smile without any return of it. Their bondings of love which always held me tight enough to withs...

A proud hug, a sweet smile, glory in eyes, patting my back and a heart full of blessings only for its most important gift of life. This is the picture of a businessman whose business is only to give happiness and take sorrows of my life.  His company deals only with me and the best part is that he thinks his company is in a profit but the person dealing with him thinks that he lost the money invested. As a son, I am talking about my father. Father – what a great invention of Him. He should get the Nobel Prize of Heaven for this greatest of great , revolutionary and mind-blowingly awesome invention. The bondage which a father shares with his son can only be felt by a father ,so this is a one-way.  The bonding which a father makes with his son may be an intermediate step of a co-ordination bond’s mechanism , where the previous bond between his father and him is breaking , but meanwhile a new bond between him and his son is making. May be , this intermediate transition bond , is...

Emotions were trying to break the dam and overflow but alas again I failed to express. Today’s world is a hub of showtime. The better you advertise ,the more you are in profit. Doesn’t matter how is the quality of your product. I am a product with a dull wrapping ,with a weak advertisement budget ,with a gloomy effect on customer. Once a customer used me and jumped high with happiness ,what a product –extraordinary ,amazing,ultimate. But that customer was  the producer himself. Again my emotions were caged to the dull packing. I tried to show my true colours to this globe but everyone were interested in the coverings. They make my pre-image . I am still waiting for myself to be re-invented. But how? Should I change myself according to the world or wait for the sand to force the time to show my true image over the canvas of the greatest minds of this world. I opted for the tough decision of second choice. My waiting went on increasing like anything.  Finally the time came . My...

My mind is like roots, confused and aimless. My soul is like leaves , light and vulnerable. My heart is like branches, directionless and weak. My potential is like fruits , capable but unwilling. My emotion is like stem , tough and gloomy. My thought is like flowers , soft and tiny. Overall I am a tree , bound to my place and counting the droplets of rain over the passing sand through my hand. Why can’t I be a tree , which gives life free. Why can’t I be a tree, which grows for others. Why can’t I be a tree, which teaches the lesson of tolerance and patience. Why only that tree which I don’t want to be, which the world cuts down, which the people abandon, which the birds avoid , which the rain is ashamed to nurture, which the sunlight try to escape from. But I know I am the tree which holds nests on every branch ,whose every fruit gives life to others, which the droplets are proud to stay on , which the sunlight is glad to play hide and seek with ,which the world tries to conserve ,wh...

the stone was still there.i thought it was waiting for someone but they told no one will come for him.i thought it was its home but they told he is not the native.i thought it was handicapped but they told he used to be a heartful athelitics and is still so somewhere but surely not at heart.i stopped thinking but the stone mesmerized me every time.his gloomy eyes,sad face,broken heart and shattered soul tried to convey a tale but his lips stopped him from marking his presence to this stage called world. i decided to talk to those eyes which disturbed my heart.i went to him with a mirror.he saw himself lying on the side of the pavement and thinking of his status,his eyes burst out with tears which rolled down the cheeks to reach there where it can break the bondage of silence created by the lips.finally he spoke to himself as if he was waiting for another stone to share his feelings.i was the perfect choice as my heart says we are twins. the stone spoke for the first time about his st...