I Write: Diwali'12

In the pursuit of my dreams
I've come too far.
Too far that I can't turn back now.
What I can, is just see
what I haven't, for now. For ever.
Sitting in this gloomy room, all alone,
I write with my hands, my heart.

The sun came.
The day began.
I woke up on a high note.
Why shouldn't I? It was a fest after-all.
But still the brightness wasn't bright enough.
Chirping of birds wasn't loud enough.
A day can't be more dull than this.
So here I am,
Sitting in this gloomy room, all dark,
I write with my hands, my heart.

As the evening paved its way to my horizon,
Sounds of crackers became numerous and loud.
The world rejoiced.
But to me, each shot seemed like a dagger carved out from my ribs.
Leaving behind a void to be filled with this aloofness.
So here I am,
Sitting in this gloomy room, all oblivious,
I write with my hands, my heart.

Each candle and light seemed like glowing tears my Maa.
Numerous they were.
Twinkling here and there,
as if searching for something.
Rather someone.
To make her smile in the times to come,
I let her shed those precious pearls today.
Selfish I am, for her sake.
So here I am,
Sitting in this gloomy room, all alone,
I write with my hands, my heart.

These hands used to light candles every year.
They used to warm themselves on fire.
But for now, they didn't so any of them
But for now, they are cold.
But for now, they are useless.
So here I am,
Sitting in this gloomy room, all by myself,
I write with my hands, my heart.

Date- Nov'13 2012. Diwali.

PS- My first Diwali away from home. Many more to come.

Kya Hota: A Tribute to Friends

Zara socho!
Kya hota?
Agar ye dost na hote.

Na hoti ye ajeeb-o-gareeb 'bhawna'
jise hai hum kehte 'saath nibhana'.

Jeb me paise nhi hai,
lekin fir bhi hum kisi se kam nhi hai.

Baajuo me dum nhi hai,
lekin agar hui kahi ladayi
toh hum yahi hai kehte
"Mera dost kaun hai, ye tu janta nhi hai."

Class me hum jaate nhi hai
lekin professor jab hai attendance sheet dekhta
toh hum se yahi hai puchta:
"Balak teri attendance kaisi puri hai?
maine toh tujhe dekha hi abhi hai."

Tabhi hu mai sochta ki
kya hota agar ye dost nahi hote?

Ladki....
"Bhai ladki ko propose marna hai."
lekin khud me itna dum nhi hai.
Tabhi ye kameene aate hai
aur hume chane k jhaad par chadhaa jaate hai.
Chalo jhaad par chadh kar propose toh kar dala.
1. Agar ladki ne bola: 'Haan'
toh saale kehte hai, 'Bhai waah'!
2. Agar ladki ne kaha: 'Nahi'
tab kehte hai: 'Saale ruk! Abhi aate hum, kar ke usey sahi!'

Tabhi mai sochta hu ki
kya hota agar ye dost na hote?
Na hoti life me koi raunak,
ban jati ye aur bhayanak
agar ye dost na hote.

Raat me 2 baje phone ata hai.
'Bhai Mishra jaldi aa, ladayi hai!!'
Aur hum..hah
'Muh me daant nahi,
paet me aant nahi,
bajuo me dum nhi,
fir bhi kisi se kam nhi'
ka nara lagate hue chal padte hai.
Chalo vaha pahuch toh gaye, lekin
vaha jaa kar chappal bhi khoob padte hai.!
Vo toh baad me pata chala ki
humare bhai sahab kisi or ki
mohtarma ko apni samajh kar chhed rahe the,
or uske bhai log humare thobde k sath
boxing-bag khel rahe the. :P

Tabhi mai sochta hu ki kya hota?
Agar ye dost na hote.
Shayad ye hota ki mai us raat
so raha hota. -_-

Sabhi pehlu'o ko dekh kar
mai hu is nateeje par pahucha...

Ki kise kehte hum kameena?
Kis par karte hum itna bharosa?
Kaun hume chane k jhaad par chadhata?
Kaun us ladki ko samjhata?
Kaun hume ruhtne par manata?
Kaun humari proxy lagwata?
Kaun freee me gol-gappe khilata?
Kaun faltu me maar padwata?
Kaun hume pitne se bachata?
Kaun har samay chidhata?
Kaun waqt-bewaqt tang karta?
Aur aakhir kaun
itni badi zindagi me aakhiri saans tak saath nibhata?

Sach kehta hu mai yaaro ki kuch bhi na hota
agar ye dost na hote.


PS- Wrote this poem for all my friends-The only treasure that I've got. Love you all. Keep smiling!
PSS- Wrote it way back in 2012 when I just started writing. So, it may sound a bit kiddish to you all. But never mind, Bhawnao ko samjho, baki sab toh theek hai. ;)