~ ज़िन्दगी (Zindagi) / Life ~

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***Life is nothing but a song of hope and despair and this heart of our stay suspended inching sometimes towards joy and sometimes towards sorrow. The best part, however, remains that it continue to see dream & that's what assumes importance in the end. These verses represents the message of a heart that nothing stays till end save your dreams, specially of that special ONE***

~~~ Poem in Hindi ~~~

मुस्कुरा ले दिल मेरे

दौर ये भी गुजर जायेगा

आयेगा लौट वो सवेरा

और साँझ को ले जायेगा  

चाहे जो भी कर ले

यह गम तो लौट आएंगे

यह जो ज़िन्दगी है प्यारे

ये ग़मो का है फ़साना

Who killed the Boy. . .???

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It was a warm Tuesday morning and the Monday Blues had now started to fade away with the mind and soul slowly but steadily adapting to the routine weekly chores. The day was half gone when I just saw flash news of a 20-22 year old youth killed by a white tiger in a zoo in Delhi (India). I, initially, dismissed the news as one of those unfortunate accidents that do happen at times. However, I was obnoxiously wrong at my stand; how mean and un-responsiveness we tend to become at those incidents and accidents which doesn’t directly impact us. Taking respite that we are not the aggrieved party, shedding few thoughts and sparing few moments criticizing at the coffee table, we feel that’s all we are meant to do. How unconventional we unknowingly act at times forgetting that today it’s someone else but tomorrow it can be us.

I resumed my daily work at my desk trying to sideline the thought of the incident that kept on obstructing my work. Ever since I saw that flash news my heart was disturbed thinking about the incident as to how and what could have happened. I strongly believe that there are two types of people in this world – one whose heart rules over their head and other whose head rules over their heart. I often find myself inching towards the former and that day too when the efforts failed yielding the desired result, I was left with no option but to surrender to heart & follow the story.

~ A Mourned Evening ~

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***Heartbreaks are always difficult to handle especially as there is negativity all around with everything just trying to pull you down. The worst part remains how and with whom to share. These verses represents the dilemma of a broken heart who suffered once but couldn't share but now the feeling is put into words to share...***

This heart can't overwhelm that feeling

That sight of your face while leaving

Yes.. that fateful, deplorable evening

No power of words prevented sharing

The night that followed was apathetic

No star, no moon was sympathetic

The night for which no one will pray

And everyone will try to stay away

The night that only gave depression

Just depression? No…Nocturnal depression

~ गुलदस्ता-ए-ग़ज़ल (Guldasta-e-Ghazal) / Bouquet-of-Ghazal ~

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~~~ Ghazal in Hindi ~~~

खामोश सी वो रात चली बदल के करवट आहिस्ता आहिस्ता

ठहरी सी वो बात लबों पर फिर से सरकी आहिस्ता आहिस्ता

हम तो यूँ ही बे-हुरमत हुए इस फ़ित्ना-ए-इश्क़ की जफ़ा में

फ़ितरतन वो यार मेरा रुख़ मोड़ गया आहिस्ता आहिस्ता

इन उम्मीदों के दामन पे जब एक ख्वाब ने फिर अंगड़ाई ली

इस जुलाहे दिल ने फिर इक दुआ बुनी आहिस्ता आहिस्ता

~ Deciphering GHAZALS . . . ~

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There is something magical about the world of Ghazals, the warmth and soothe it provides to the reading heart is simply inexplicable. However, at the same time, they also stir those ‘prohibited’ silent emotions which were sleeping deep under the layer of pretense – that innocence of first love, those well covered heartaches, those half-forgotten disappointments and lots more. We tend to get carried away and those strings of words and melody do transform us into altogether different world. The different world is our realm of dreams - some unfulfilled, some broken yet very dear to us. These dreams start peeping through unveiling each layer one by one to impart realization that those are still alive!!!

Additionally they also in a way provide you an assurance that those are inseparable from what we call LIFE and in interim, howsoever harsh and bitter they may seem; eventually they churn out a better you from your self. While the above thoughts might appear subjective, one fact commands unanimous affirmation that each one of us surely have found solace in one composition or the other.

Book Review: THE ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coelho

Book Details. . .

·         Title: The Alchemist

·         Author: Paulo Coelho

·         Genre: Fiction

·         Publisher: Harper Collins Publishers India (2005)

·         Pages: 192 Pages

·         Price: INR 199

·         Rating: 4/5

Behind The Book. . .

DREAMS ARE MEANT TO BE FOLLOWED. LIFE IS MEANT TO BE LIVED. SOME BOOKS ARE MEANT TO BE READ. LOVED AND PASSED ON. THE ALCHEMIST IS ONE OF THOSE BOOKS.

It is the story of a shepherd boy from the Spanish province of Andalusia who dreams of travelling the world in search of a treasure as desirable as any ever found. From his home he journeys to the exotic markets of North Africa and then into the Egyptian desert, where a fateful encounter with the alchemist awaits him...

It is an unforgettable story about the essential wisdom of listening to our heart and, above all, following our dreams.

~ याद (Yaad) / Remembrance ~

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***The remembrance of your beloved just makes the heart uneasy and the person looks for all the possible way to divert it away. But then there is some strange joy in that pain...these verse try to depict the feeling of one lone heart on remembering the beloved...***

~~~ Poem in Hindi ~~~

ख़ुशी के फूल भी खिलते है बिखर जाने को

हमे गम भी मिलते है सह जाने को

हर सोया ख्वाब फिर जाग जाता है

तेरा चेहरा जब याद आ जाता है

याद जब भी आती है तेरी

चेहरा छुपा लेता हूँ मैं

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