Happy 15th August

 

गांधी जी 

चरखा चलाकर सूत काटते , पहन अहिंसा का चोला
कर्मशील गांधी जी ने सदा सत्य ही बोला
भेदभाव का भेद मिटाकर , मानवता का रस घोला
स्वराज ,स्वदेशी का छेड़ आंदोलन , अंग्रेजी शासन था डोला
जब ली अंतिम साँस , हे राम से मुख खोला
सीधा साधा जीवन जिया , जन जन महात्मा बोला

दहशत की दावतें 

माहौल में ज़हर कौन घोल गया
हमारे दिलों में कब्रें कौन खोद गया
दुआओं के हाथों में कीलें कौन ठोक गया
आज़ादी की पंजेबों को बेड़ियों में कौन बदल रहा है
एक चौथाई तो खो चुके , शेष कितने बंटवारे हैं
मंदिर मस्जिद यूँ तो अनेक बहाने हैं
धुआं , राख , चिंगारी हो , लाशों पर लाशों की सवारी हो
बोलो जिहाद या पुकारो आतंकवाद ,
बस अब ख़त्म हो जाये  नफरत का ये  संवाद

He, She and The Angel

There was a he who made fall in love a she but with no intention to catch her

Storming her world with sorrow as she has to face it all alone.

He knew she would be there always becoz he had already made it to her soul.

He explored her , spent her and done with her

Her eyes always had tears , something incomplete and unsaid

Sigh!! She didn’t uttered a word to her nears , her heart had turned numb and trying to cope

She stood by him in both highs and lows , welcoming every morning with a new hope.

Sometimes her tied hands do extend , she gazed, she faced all conceited characters

His mind never silkened her thoughts

Her beauty was now careless with lots of cuts and burns.

Despite negligence , she was still thankful to him of the thousand favours.

True to the bond , she would never break , And one shining day , she was blessed with an angel..

Of her folded schedule , she was 24*7 available for her angel, her baby

She threw her weeping in A laugh bcoz every season was now divine.

And for this angel,she would crack anybody’s bone, throw anybody in the mud or suck anybody’s blood

This angel made her crazy, happiest , agreeable and grounded , brought lots of love and grace to her ,she was now newly defined.

This angel has heaven eyes, and bcoz of this angel he also sits by her side.

Now even the storms breathe sweet.

This is her home of love , he just travels but she was birthed..

Her angel is her rose , springing with essence in her heart....................

The Alcohol Crave

It’s the war with the addiction. Different people have different views over addiction, Some think it is a failure of morality or spiritual weakness, a sin or crime by people who don’t take responsibility of their behavior or whether it’s their fault and let them self destruct. For others it’s a self control problem or a reason birthed by either poverty or ignorance.

If personality traits , temperament or character ,conditional response or rebel can be the root to addictive personalities??  Society sometimes get judgemental blaming that it happens due to breakdown of family values or adapted through genes. Different people , different theories. In my view, It is actually a disease, I wish it could be irreversible with the lifelong abstinence from the diseased life of the addicted.

Rightly suited the lines for alcohol love:

'U r burning me down and down , there is no one night stand , 

I wanna do it again and again........

I have some but I want it all and I refuse to slow down until it’s the last call.

U may crack , but let not break !!!!

For Women:

A single feminist or just equality thoughts have answers  to women struggles. U urself have to dare enough to degrade the women eaters whether thru media or social empowerment helping institutes. People around u would question u,  The society pin points on u giving all unreasonable logics for the bad happened to u and how ur boldness leads to ur present situation but ignoring their opinions all the way , u have to be strong enough to put across ur self respect.

They want to tear you down but show them up that you are not giving up ,  ,how much hard they break you , swallow your tears and stand up, survive , no matter what and how much unbearable.

Time would come that women feel that y they still need husbands, unless men would understand that the gold and pearls they want from their wives every now and then in the form of dowry and for which they torture and condition them to reciprocate to their love or support  , has no longer remained materialistic, the precious gold value for her head called intelligence and the pearls is in her mouth with which she can express and compassionate the family with.

Instead of depending on a man to bring happiness, the First thing she could do is become her own best friend and Then financially independent and the appropriate raised men would come and appreciate her and would be by her side forever.

For Men:

Y do a A girl needs to ask her husband to meet her own father after marriage , y her entitlement changes with the starting of her new life where she needs her parents the most???

R u your girl’s hero , her lover or her demise?

She needs you to become her strength when she gets weak in a situation , she needs that you put the trust in her whenever she is disappointed , she needs the care when she is hurt , she needs the encouragement when she gets weary and lost.. Its not very hard to be a hero in real life and bring happiness where you have the power to make a difference.

U win I loose

 

Teri Jeet Meri Haar Sahi,
tu Meri Duniya Mein Ab Bhi Khuda Hai
teri nazar Mein Hum Ab Bhi Gunehgar Sahi,

Tere Paas Rishton Mein Faislon Ki Daulat Hai,
Tere Aage Dilon Ki Lambi Kataar Sahi,

Teri Khaamoshi Mein Chupa Tera Inkaar Sahi

Iss Inkaar Per Ye Dil Khushi Se Bezaar Sahi,

Tu Meri Duniya Mein Ab Bhee Khuda Hai

Na Jaane Ye Dil Kiss Raftaar Se Chal Raha Hai
Hum Waise Ke Waise Or Jamaana Badal Raha Hai

Tu Suraj Ke Saatven Ghode Per Sawaar Sahi
Her Ik Cheez Se Jyada Teri Raftaar Sahi,

Teri Jeet Meri Haar Sahi

tu Meri Duniya Mein Ab Bhi Khuda Hai
teri nazar Mein Hum Ab Bhi Gunehgar Sahi,

“Confusion”

Lots of question marks with no answers in our lives,

No results from ‘GOOGLE’, ends up in confusing hives.

I stay in this state most of the times…………

                                          The state of ‘confusion’.

Facts Vs. Desires, ask me how I would get out of these wires.

Unsurity or uncertainty, takes away all the vanity.

Is this better or that, To select or to reject

Shaky decisions create no vision.

When have to decide for others and not for your own,

In this situation my confusion has always grown.

Most Important, when knowledge lacks, confusion drags.

To stand out or to follow the system,

Real confusion ‘Being a girl’ is to follow her heart.

Socially or morally, she ought to act winsome

‘Wanna do’ or ‘Should do’ is always in her contradiction chart.

Today’s girl as they say-

‘Traditional girl with modern outlook’

Now what’s the limit of modernity, brings the real confusion.

‘Emotional but needs to be practical’

Now what’s the limit of being decisive or ‘real’?

Eat this or Eat that

Sit like this or sit like that

Walk like this or walk like that

‘Being Pregnant’ is the phase of real confusion.

So many advices and to finally decide where to throw the dices.

Future is unknown and hence it’s the biggest Confusing zone.

Exploring this zone is fun but with so many illusions & delusions

What remain back are lots of “confusions”.