Tumhari aankhon se itna to Zahir hai
Ki dil me tumhare muddatein beet gayi hain
Par hamare dil tak uski hawa se ab tak sirf patte hi ud rahe hain
Ab keh bhi do lafzon me
Ki dil se sare armaan ujad rahe hain
Darte ho tum, ye khata hai tumhari
Are puch to lo ek baar
Manenge nahi
Par inkaar bhi nahi kar paenge
Ki thoda sa to ho gaya hai
Ye ishq jo tumse hi to seekha hai
Ki lakh baatein keh jayein aankhein
Majal hai jo zaban se ek lafz bhi nikla hai
Kaho na kaho
Apna kya lena dena
Aaj ho, kal to Zahir hai
Nahi hoge
Aaj samne bitha k ke khamoshi sahi hai
Kal dooriyon me bhi fasla rakhoge
Jitne ho, utna samet liya
Kal ka kya hai
Apna saaman sametenge
Aur sath tumhari yaadein liye
Chal denge…
Ye zindagi itni lambi bhi nahi
Jitni tumhe lagti hai dost
Tum palkein jhukaoge
Aur ye waqt beet jaega
Sapna hi to hai ye bhi
Tum kahoge
To ek aur saj jaega..
Khatam to har kahani ko hona hi hai ek din,
Hamari aaj ho jaye to kya hi ho jaega…
Jo shuru hi nahi hua kabhi
Wo khatam ho jaye
To kya hi farq pad jaega..
Tag: understanding life
The fall
Pain of that fall still stings
I complain
Complain to myself everyday
You could have been someone
Why are you a nobody ?
Where’s the dream
The little you saw
Where’s the castle
You build with a straw
Where’s the courage that could shake the world
Where are you
I fail to find
Where’s your sword
Where’s your armour
Why do you sit there in the corner
Refusing to see eye to eye
With what have you lost
Why don’t you respect yourself
After all the wars you have fought
Why don’t you count them as a war
Why do you run behind
The one battle you couldn’t win
And might fight someday
Once you regain your strength?
Isn’t a wounded soldier allowed some rest ?
May be the bird will fly again
She has just taken a fall
And might star trying again
But hasn’t she just found peace
She has just found her breath
Let’s wait till we find her pulse
And push her to fly again ?
Poems and Algorithms
There’s a rush, there’s a thrill but with a certain stability and a smile, when you do what you love. I’m a writer you see…codes and poems..I write both and these two things get me, the best of me. There are no doubts, nothing illogical..pure logic, pure love. Here’s to my love for code, logic and universe. And on the other side to my love for poems, stories, flowers and literature.
While I Brew a coffee, pick my specs, open my laptop and start to code. The way it challenges me is so fulfilling. The way the entire day is gone and I don’t even realise. The thirst of my brain is somewhat quenched. The rush it was seeking subsides for a little while.
It’s evening now, it’s raining outside, I pick a book, a diary and a pen, it’s nothing like how the day went by. I come across a beautiful poem, Frost you may say..or Shakespeare, or Plath.
An emotion takes over, I’m certainly reminded of something. While I’m soaking in, in my memories..my mind is brewing words and my heart is weaving a story, a poem. And like tears fall on your cheeks, naturally and uncontrollably…I pour down all of it on those crimson pages…and hence a soul is satisfied.
If my poems are pure emotion, coding is pure logic. Two different worlds that complete my being.
I seek and fall in love with challenges and complexities every day. But emotions are what I seek equally everyday. It’s neither possible nor necessary to conquer each emotion or every challenge you face but I think feeling and facing it is what keeps being alive interesting.
Here’s to not getting enough of life, love and logic !
The meaning of life
“The existential vacuum which is the mass neurosis of the present time can be described as a private and personal form of nihilism; for nihilism can be defined as the contention that being has no meaning.”
For the world to been have so intricately designed and/or evolved over a million light years with just the right amount of everything for life to prevail, for schedules and processes to cultivate, contain and maintain life and all the related things,
It would be, in my opinion quite unfair to be called ‘meaningless’ especially when your heart is beating and you are breathing right there supported by the same design, existing just at the centre of it !
And as supported by Victor Frankl, survivor of four concentration camps and as such that he also bears witness to the unexpected extent to which a person is capable of defying and braving even the worst conditions conceivable, it might be fair enough to say the ones who have seen life drifting away in front of their eyes will be the last people to question the meaning of life.
Not that suffering is the only meaning of life but suffering definitely is one of the major definitions of the inherent meaning of life. But then again, to live is human, to err is human and to question is human ! And so the quest to search for the meaning of life will forever continue and I guess that too in itself one of the multiple meanings of life.
I refuse to believe
If you can move over the song
That said it feels like heaven with me
May be love is nothing but an illusion
May be we as humans surrender
Only to what’s important
And to the convenience of what we need
If a term like ‘break up’ exists
It can only mean
There is love
But no true love
It is as situational as sleep
And as instinctive as hunger
If change is the only constant
I doubt there was ever an eternal love
No matter how much I want to believe
My love is longer than my life..
And your heart will belong to me forever
I know it isn’t,
I know the need to survive
Is may be greater than all
And love, as natural as it is
As beautiful as it is
Is more of an adornation
A rhetorical metaphor
You fall in love someday,
And someone else a few years later
What is love if it cannot be fought for ?
If it’s not selfishness,
And the helplessness to survive,
That inspires companionship..
What exactly is ?
Is love actually a nature’s trick ?
It’s a timeless question a lover asks,
When being abandoned
What about all the promises you made ?
What about the moments we spent together and thought we’ll be together forever..
God forbid those vows be broken,
But if they can be,
Whether easily or in agony
Pardon do I ask,
But I doubt on the existence of love
If it thus be broken so easily
In the presence of fear
Or a blissful empathy
I refuse to believe that love exists..
If life be this complicated
And love comes so easy
Rebukes on the existence of it,
Rebukes on the irony of it..
—If an argument be,
It’s real we all can feel it.
Universal in its nature,
No one can deny it exists.
Then I might be forced to think
If we have bent love too as a concept that suits only it’s exploitation ?
Exactly what we did to all other things..—
While using everything to our advantage,
When the greed exceeds the need
I guess, the quality of everything deteriorates
And love in this case
Might be the culprit, might be the victim too..
And again as we can only question It’s existence
Like we do of God..
I guess like in tough times,
She is the only one we remember.
Even if don’t believe in it..
So we remember love,
When we are in the most need of it..
But no matter how much you are..
In anger or in agony,
And question the existence of love
Or life or the truthfulness of the person in question,
For a brief amount of time,
When you remember their name and your heart skips a beat..
No matter how much you deny,
That was love in all it’s might
You were in love inspite of all the fright
And that was all you knew love to be..
Time passes, life grows old..
You will someday run out of time..
But never of love..
And that’s what will support,
All the fallacies you refuse to believe in
Denial or acceptance
Belief or refusal..
You surrender..
And like the rain
Quenches the fiery fire,
Your questions are only the fumes that arise..
Helpless you kneal down,
Clueless you sit
And stare at it raining
May be you’ll never know if it exists or not
But you wonder..
You can only wonder…
That may be Love is not what ceases to exist,
It’s your belief that does..
And no matter how much you question
That was all you knew love to be…
The decade, that defines.
As author Meg Jay writes in her book ‘The defining decade’ that “The twenties are a time when people and personalities are poised for transformation.” I wonder why just 10 years out of an incredibly long life. Why does life has to change entirely only in one single decade ?
You’ll barely start your graduation at the beginning of the decade and come out of it as parents of another full-grown individual. How can this not be scary ?
The earlier part, the first five years are mostly all fun and games, probably the most memorable, where you are living your life at your best and the remaining five seem to be as scary. I mention ‘seem to be’ because not having experienced it yet, I’m no one to cling to and establish it as a fact.
And as much as these ten years feel like a treasure and a lottery ticket, it feels like they are slipping like sand from your hand. The more you try to hold it the more they slip out of it.
This topic, I must say will keep appearing in posts and my writings as I explore it ahead, because this adventurous decade is beyond our control and probably thrilling too for the same reason. Because what is thrill without fear ? And what is life without an adventure ?
The finer taste of Life 