Few words...

If I could sit up, with my favorite book, by that dense, shady tree a leisure, mea life, thou art be. If I could hum that favorite tune, as the river flows in rythm, with birds to hum along and birds to see, a pleasure, mea life, thou art be. If I could love, with bounds untested and unknown, without a care and just be free, a romance, mea life, thou art be. If I could travel, absorbing the magnificence, of high mountains and many-a-deep sea, a journey, mea life, thou art be. If I could taste, the different sugars and distinct spices, that sweeten and sting, much like thee, a delicacy, mea life, thou art be. If I could live, with tears more of joy than of sorrow, with smiles not attached to the fulfillment of a plea, mea life, well live, thou art be.

इन बादलों की पनघट ने छींट चंद बरसाए तो थे आखों पे थिरक कर वो आंसू बन आये तो थे । हंसी को तलाशते ये आसूं बेह रहे  मदहोश-से हैं ज़िन्दगी को छोड़ ज़िन्दगी की आस में मेरे ख्वाब कुछ खामोश-से हैं । चलता हूँ जिस रास्ते पर हर पहर उस पर आज भी खडा हूँ जाना कहाँ है ये पता है फिर भी ज़िद पर अड़ा हूँ । ज़िद है तो हवाओं का रुख बदलकर बादबानों में जोश भरने की जिद है तो बुलंद उम्मीदों से अपने ख्वाबों में शब्द भरने की । ये ख्वाब ही तो हैं जो खामोशियों को ललकारते  हैं ये ख्वाब  ही तो हैं जो कल को पुकारते  हैं । उस कल के रास्ते पर कई रंजिशों से जूझना अभी बाकी है उन खामोश ख्वाबों से कई सवाल पूछने अभी बाकी हैं

It is time again to work those creative juices in my head. However, this is not something I need to imagine. This one is about re-stating a fact; this one is about noticing one of the most important ingredients of my life. This one is about the PEOPLE around me.  From the time I was born, to this very second, I have been surrounded by people - either in person, or in my thoughts. People have loved me, people have inspired me, motivated me; people might have even loathed me, hated me and I have reciprocated these feelings to the best of my abilities. It all dawns to one simple realization - out of all my emotions (positive or negative), all my memories (good or bad) - there are none that I associate with myself. They all go back and link themselves to the people who have been a part of my life. Come to think of it, I never see myself in any of my memories or dreams, all I see are the people. They have been and continue to be the driving forces behind the story of my lif...