Few words...

The world speaks, much more than it listens, O how it speaks, on things beyond its mind - a gathering, mostly the enlightened, but a few fools,  who care to listen, fools, who still dream, of making the world listen, more than it speaks... of changing it for the better, of taking it beyond the bickering, of not letting it sink in the shallow. O world listen thou shall, O world listen thou must, To these fools with dreams, some broken but all pure, pure as the new dawn they seek. O world give them hope to feed from while all's unjust. Let them fuel from it all, so that when they speak, it matters.

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