The Fault in our stars..

Today I drove through a different genre of movie named fault in our stars which shocked me inside out with a deepest kind of message contained and it gave me grief and remorse for my own set of feelings which I had buried a way back and trying to get rid of those tormenting blocks of memories often comes out in the form of tears trickles down my eyes rolling across my chicks and falling apart on rocks in drops. We all want to be remembered but some are different, they even know they are..

They do not expect a million admires, maybe want just one. May not be loved widely but want to be loved deeply and it’s not more than most of us cares. Sometimes I think how worthless the world it is and it to be.. It is well said quote if you want Rainbows you’ll have to deal with the rain. At the walk of life feeling such as I am in search of storms moving on the roads less travelled rather than found.

Similarly as a book can’t end in the middle of a sentence we should use our wishes more ironically and should be pondered numerous times as there’s being only a fraction of possibility that they will be fulfilled. We should keep a keen check on the pace of our desires and dreams because when they shatter gives unbearable and immeasurable pain as if      …..        

                      

“Pain demands to be Felt”…..

One of the best feelings in the world is falling in love with the right person especially when you least expect it. It feels great to meet someone who shares the same interests with you, who makes you feel happy when your world has turned upside down and who gives you more reasons to be grateful for every single day in your life. The worst feeling of all is knowing that the time you share with the one you love is only a borrowed time. One day, you wake up and realize that your love story is only short-lived. Sooner or later, the one you love has to leave not by choice but by fate. You may feel that time is a slut for screwing you, your lover and your beautiful love story. Nevertheless, you still feel happy and thankful that you have spent forever with him within the numbered days..

I'm not ashamed to admit that I was crying while watching the film. The movie is undeniably heartbreaking., it can certainly drive anyone to tears. Even if I knew what would happen (and was preparing for it), I still feel immeasurable sadness all throughout the 2 hours and 5 minutes of TFIOS. I had to ask myself again, "Why does it have to end that way?" It could have been better if Hazel and Augustus shared special moments for more days... for longer infinity. Since John Green has chosen to end their love story that way, I am left (again) with no choice but to accept a painful ending. Maybe it had to end that way to remind everyone the importance of living life to the fullest and loving a deserving person deeply because no one knows how long it will last. Indeed, life is short so make the best out from it..                      

Rah zara tedhi medhi yeh..

Raja ho ke maharaja ho, ish se kuch bhi paana kya,

Aaye ho toh jaana hai ish ke liye khazana kya,

Raha zara tedhi medhi yeh, log sidhe saadhe kya?

Yaar chalo ish raaste se, ush raaste se jaana kya,

Chaal badalte , dhal badalte, aise bhi hai log yahan.

Saajish thi ke sulajh chukka kuch,

Hawa diya aur kuch kar paana kya,

Yeh bhi jara na socha kisi ne sulajh chuke ko uljhaana kya?

Aaj idhar kal udhar milenge,unka bhala thikana kya,

Jamaane baad milenge, phir bhi phitarat se phir jaana kya,

Hum ne toh  pehchan liye hai, tumne bhi pehchana kya?

Aap chale toh liye kaafila, rokne mein toh jaamna kya,

Itna jyaada taam jhaam kyun, aisa taana baana kya?

Aag lagane walo se toh pooch tapish mein hai aanand kya,

Aag lagana jaana tumne, jaana aag bujhana kya?.....

As above so below..

Sometimes I think to go out of this filthy place named world

I’ve to go , I don’t know how to say goodbye, I don’t even want to say it, I hate that word, till today I’ve not even understand its meaning, nothing ends and nothing begins whatever happened yet I can’t explain it.. I don’t know how but I am sure someday I’ll reach to some conclusion that why was it destined for us to meet and depart.. which will be enough for me at least.

Always live the moment and remember that no one is ever replaced.

In life we keep meeting new people, and new stories are made and with each new experience we understand things a little more, a little better..

Love is like springs or summer, it happens every year, it happens in all our lives.

But every spring/summer had its own charm, its own intoxication and we cherish them all; just like that I’ll always cherish you ..

So long ….. somewhere sometimes till then cheer for the drinks of life ..

Dhoondli si Yaad..

Dhoondli si yaad liye ..

Gardiso se chala Akela minnate kiye,

Kuch paaya, bahut kuch khoya,

Hasa toh kabhi gam mein roya,

Chal badli raaste badle, hai jaana manzil wohi,

Par wo ab bhi door kahin.

Dhoondli si yaad liye ..

Saikro chand aur band ke aalekh kiye,

Jaana jeevan ke aayaam aur sabak liye,

Suna hai hauslo se udaan hoti hai,

Darastar mehnat rang laaye toh udaan hoti hai,

Dekhe toh nahi ab tak mujhe mehnat ke rang,

Paraspar kabhi mile hausle bujhi umeedo ke sang..

Dhoondli si yaad liye ..

Dekhe jo mila aur wo bhi jo chupa..

Jaise Haath jo aajaye wo hawa,

Dikha ret ka phisalna kae dafa,

Ab bhi chal raha hoon gardiso mein minnate kiye..

Sang Dhoondli si yaad liye..

Maine  maut ko karib se dekha..

Maine maut ko karib se dekha.

Kafan mein lipte,Tan jalte apne sharer ko dekha,

Khare they log haath bandhe ek kataar mein ,

Kuch they pareshaan, kuch udaas they,

Kuch chupa rahe apni muskaan they,

Dur khara dekh raha tha main yeh saara manjar,

Tabhi kisi ne haath badha kar mere haath thaam liye,

Haath thaamne wala koi aur nahi mera bhagwaan tha,

Chehre par uske muskaan aur nange pau tha,

Jab dekha ushki taraf jigyasa bhari nazroon se,

Toh hash kar bola, tune do ghari japa mera naam tha,

Aaj pyaare apna karz chukane aaya hu,

Ro diya main apni bewakoofiyon par tab yeh soch kar,

Jisko do ghari japa, wo bachane aaye hain,

Aur jinmein har ghari rama raha,

wo shamshaan pahuchane aaye hai,

tabhi khuli meri aankh bistar par viraajmaan tha,

kitna tha naadan , main hakikat se anjaan tha..

FLEETING GLIMPSES " Love n Life Sometimes Ironically Stabbed up."..

I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I’ve led a common life. There is no monuments dedicated to me and my name soon  be forgotten, But in one respect I’ve succeeded as  gloriously as anyone who ever lived, I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough.

Most of the time, I’ve all these thoughts bouncing around in my head. But with the urge to pen it down seems the world just gets kind of quite.

Southern summers, winter chills and the muddy monsoons are indifferent to the trails of young love armed with warnings and doubts. Curiosity gives remarkably convincing portrayal of a boy and a girl travelling down a very long road with no regards for the consequences. Everlasting weather romances ends for all kinds of reasons but when all is said and done they have one thing in common   :  They are shooting stars - A spectacular moment of light in the heaven, a fleeting glimpse of eternity and in a flash they are gone.

She came into my life like a sudden flame blazing and streaming into my heart. I used to wake up all the night contemplating certain agony that I knew would be mine if I were to lose her twice.

 

Somewhere down the line we meet or see would remind how we spent summer, winter, spring and the monsoon together beneath the same building, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is a kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more that plants a fire in our heart and brings peace to our mind and heart and that what you have given me, That’s what I’d hope to give to you forever.

 

 

WALT WITTMANN's LINES..

Beautiful dripping fragments
The negligent list of one after another
As I happen to call them to me
Or drink to them.
The real poems what we call poems being merely  pictures.
The poems of privacy of night and of men like me,

This poem drooping shy and unseen

That I always carry and that all men carry.

Nothing is ever lost and can be lost.

The body, the sluggish, the aged, the cold.
The embers left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.