From The Oblivion

Once upon a time i was shown the books and was told they are the key to knowledge.

I saw the light in them, I believed in them and they started making me the lady I was supposed to be.

But something else was changing around me which I failed to notice.

I don't know, was it my mistake or my virtue but something was changing around me.

I held on to my books but the world changed around me.

The one that was virtue then was replaced now and the one that was sort after then was obsolete now.

I was told today, by one of the literate, that I was a posing intellectual, like it was an abuse.

I now saw what had changed the virtues, the books, the lady by definition were changed.

I was lost then or I found myself today I don't know but the virtues I stand by still feels right.

May be, I am still making a mistake by the definition but I know I am becoming the one I was supposed to become.

Zindagi ke is chaos me, hum sab kuch bana rahe he

Ek tana bana sa bun raha he jo abhi to kuch atpata lagta he

Par ek pal jo me theheri or piche mur ke dekha to wo biti kahani meri, har pehlu se jese jur si gai, har hisab beith gaya har paheli jawab ban gayi thi

Shayad yahi he zindagi ko janne ka sahi dhang

Abhi khani baki he to chaos baki he paheli baki he

Itni masrufiyat he aj ki is duniya me ki ehsas ko pata hi nahi ki wo kabhi ehsas hua karta tha

Har saas me bagne ki jaldi he or har daurh ki kimat ruhe chukati he

Har taraf shamae he jaha dekhu me is karmsthal me..

Kash koi inhe bata deta ki inke pas bhi akhe he

Khudhi jal kar raushani kar rahe he sab

Par thokare kha rahe, andhero me faramosh he sab

I was ment to open my hair and feel the wind in them when the storm comes, don't know when I started making buns.

I was ment to walk on the grass and soak my feet in fresh fallen due, don't remember when I got into my fancy shoes.

I was ment to smell every flower on the way and fill my soul with smell of the rain, don't know when I decided to compromise with the perfumes and sent.

I was ment to see and feel excited by the wonders of nature, never settling over a room filled with furniture.

I was ment to dance around a fire and sing with the birds and fly with my imagination, don't know when I got so busy with work.

I was born to run and be wild, but I somehow got trapped in a routine, and now I complain to be bored after locking away the excitement that was ment to pave my road.

Wo shishe ke makan the jinme ijjat dhundhte aye the hum

Thokar lagi or diware jitak ke gir gai

Ab sochte he to khud par hasi ati he

Kitni koishishe karte the paimano me bethne ki

Lost in the wonders of love

A hand made gift and a million dollar smile of a happy friend… that’s satisfaction :)

I feel, I will love to fly; But I don’t have wings. I feel, would love to collect stars; But they are too far away. I feel, I will love to own a home on Mars; But this lifetime seems short. I feel, I will love save the world by my super powers; But concentration and meditation are not on my cards. Against all odds, I believe I can do everything I feel I would love to. I am too confused I guess, to choose amongst the one to start.

I am blindfolded. Every thing around me is dark. I can’t see through this darkness. There is a Vail I can not pass. I am smiling in my ignorance. Even the idea of lost knowledge my mind surpass. I am happy and contented. Stumbling all through my path. I am happy in this darkness; Because I have never seen the light at all.

A little girl came to this world with bright wide eyes. Big were her dreams in her innocent bright eyes. She wanted a friend a true one. The one of the dream seen by her beautiful wide eyes. She saw beauty in every thing and good in everyone; But could not make a friend. The people around her failed to understand her. She was all alone unaccepted in this big world. Her eyes lost but their light still shined. She grew up with a dream to find a true friend. Still believing in good, in humanity. Looking at the world through her dreamy eyes. Many came up to offer a hand but her trust was delicate, couldn’t hold any hand. And then she found another pair of bright eyes matching her light. She saw everything good in them. A beautiful picture her eyes had spun. And then as always the reality struck. For the first time in life she saw the reality of life. Her dream was broken and the brightness got light. She changed herself. She change her ways to look at life; And then she found another friend. She was afraid to believe; But she still had saved somewhere deep that pink pictured world she used to see from her bright eyes. She hesitated and denied; But accepted at last. And then it happened again. Her eyes shined bright again. This time shining with shared dreams. And then forever that shined remained.

I love the idea of being alive.

In this plain, I love my life.

I own this place on earth.

I have scribbled on this time.

I have touched this air.

I created a story that’s mine.

I have created my place in many eyes.

I have my home in many hearts and I have bothered many minds.

This moment, I have created, its mine;

And I wish to create many other moments in this life and live several other times.