Mate your eyes tell a story!!!

Smile is what the world gets to see

Smile is what, I intend, they take away too

Smile is what, I prefer, remains consistent

So there’s no point in asking me “How do you do”

The world gets to see it, they feel envious

The world gets to share it, they take it for granted

Is the mirror a window to another world?

Coz only the mirror rarely gets to see it

It can lead to laughter, It may come with tears

You could smile when you blush, or might want to just hide your fears

You may smile when you’re guilty, a smile may be sly

All you see is a smile, tough to reach the inner layers

But like windows on an opaque wall

The eyes seek for themselves some glory

And One of those millions around you, the one who you’d least expect, would suddenly tell you

“Mate, your eyes tell a story”

So much for the effort of smiling then

Out comes your mind from underneath the smiling layers

And when what the mind says can be heard by someone

You would know you’re with a friend who genuinely cares

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One Fine Day...

Someday you just feel like standing out of yourself. Just watch yourself as the world does. Where are you? What is it that the world thinks you are? And most importantly, who are you for yourself. So what is it that you really are? And what makes you what you are. Is it the choices that you make? Or is it but a function of choices made by those around? Or is it neither? Do your choices, your decisions, your actions actually make a difference? Is free will for real? Is it really you who makes those choices, who takes those decisions. Or are these governed by this 4 letter f word. I mean fate. Is it fate that rules? Have you been planted somewhere for a plan to implement itself gradually. Coz they say everyone’s existence has a purpose. Or have you merely been sent to make plans and create a purpose for your life? Are there billions of other co-existing plans that keep colliding with and gelling into each other? As tightly knit as the clock’s gears. Or is it just The Plan that...

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दीवारें जिन में रंग अभी बाकी हैं हर ईंट बीते वक्त की कहानी इक सुनाती है आवाज़ें कुछ अभी भी सुनाई देती हैं हर कोने में पर अब खामोशी इस खंडहर में ज़रा ज़ोर से चिल्लाती है धूल जमी थी तस्वीरों पर, कोशिश की हटाने की धूल ही है शायद, कि हर तस्वीर से आँखें धुंधला सी जाती हैं क्या है ये खंडहर? रुका सा दिल, बिखरा सा घर? एक ज़माने में छूटा अधूरा सफर? हर सांस पे दिल के खालीपन से, कई बातें ज़हन में उतर आती हैं दीवारें जिन में रंग अभी बाकी हैं हर ईंट बीते वक्त की कहानी इक सुनाती है हर वो चीज़ जो पीछे रह जाती है अपने साथ जुडी एक याद तो छोड़ ही जाती है आगे बढ़ा था, ख्यालों के उस कल के लिए या शायद किसी मुश्किल, एक पहेली, कुछ सवालों के हल के लिए पर वक्त के साथ, वो कल, वो हल, वो ख़याली हर चीज़ अपने मायने खो जाती है हम बढ़ते तो आगे हैं, पर ख़ुशी पीछे छूटे मोड़ पर नज़र आती है वक्त है जनाब, और ज़िन्दगी, ये कहाँ रुकेंगे पर हर आगे लिए हुए कदम पर पीछे कुछ मंज़र तो ज़रूर दिखेंगे न बढ़ेंगे साथ इनके तो ...

Daytime slumber...

Daytime it was..when I kept sleeping... you were here with me...waitin 4 me 2 wake up... whenever u tried to, i hushed u away... i shud hav woken up..u had so much 2 say... evening it was...i felt like getting out of my slumber... i saw u...pushed you away...told u to leave...it was my bad temper... i hav woken up now...but its darkness all around... i want you to be with me...but u r nowhere 2 b found... come back my love....come back to me... without you in my life...i don't feel like me...

Me and my mind in conversation...

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