ख्वाब कुछ खामोश-से
इन बादलों की पनघट ने
छींट चंद बरसाए तो थे
आखों पे थिरक कर वो
आंसू बन आये तो थे …
इन बादलों की पनघट ने
छींट चंद बरसाए तो थे
आखों पे थिरक कर वो
आंसू बन आये तो थे …
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 […]
Read more "The People."If I ask you to find one thing, just ONE, which we as the homo-sapiens race have enjoyed, do enjoy and will continue enjoying till eternity, what will it be? Something that has evolved with times as we have, is unique and can only be created, used and understood by us? I was pondering over this […]
Read more "Starring Me"पन्नों को पलटते,
जो कहानी भूल आए,
ये कहाँ आ गए हम?
कुछ रंगीन धागों से बुनी
एक दुनिया मेरी भी है
कुछ हसीं यादों से जुडी
एक दुनिया मेरी भी है
ज़िन्दगी की दौड़ में
भागते रहो तो क्यों?
ये भला कि वो बुरा
सोचते रहो तो क्यों?
Mrs. Lauren White or Laura as she was called a few days back, before her marriage, sat down with her cup of coffee in a chair of an almost full waiting room in Terminal 2 of the JFK Airport. She liked to be called Laura, just Laura, because somehow the name ‘Lauren White’ that too […]
Read more "The Waiting Room"What if the world isn’t a stage,
but a playground of the mere mortals?
What if we aren’t actors meant to play our parts,
but ordinary people destined for greatness?
The white burning candle,
Standing in the dark.. on its own,
trying to illuminate everything around,
albeit the darkness has persistently grown.
इस बार कुछ यूँ हुआ….
उम्मीद जाग गयी,
चंद मिसालों से,
ख्वाब उभर उठे
पिघलते सवालों से…