कुछ सवाल......

हर सुबह
अधखुली-सी
नींद में
अलसाई आँखें
जाग उठती हैं
अचानक!
जब आइने में
देखता हूँ, कि
पलकों तले से
शीशे-से साफ़
बेचैन सपने
पूछते हैं
बस एक सवाल-
‘कब करोगे मुझको पूरा?’

हर शाम
मजबूर हूँ
ढूँढने को
एक बहाना, कि
क्या कहूँगा!
जब दृगों में
लेकर चमक
बड़ी नादानागी से
हृदय मेरा
हर शाम
पूछता है
बस एक सवाल-
‘कब कहोगे उनसे तुम
दिल की बात?’

MECHANICAL Engineer.

 
I am not as tough as you think always

My toughness means to withstand shocks

So i sustain in hours of wounds and pains

I am not as hard as you think always

My hardness only counts for surface

Its not true reflection of my face

I claim my thoughts are sweet

And, my inner as soft as infant

But no one there to accept

Since i have a tag......

'MECHANICAL ENGINEER'

But i am sure that one day

you will agree to accept.... that

Mechanical engineer too have a heart

Who cared for ‘what is in me?’

Where malleability is in my instinct

And ductile blood runs in the veins

You scorned my dark and rough look

But forgot to look my crystals’ shine

Lots of virtues lie in me-

All that i wanted to say, but

You never came but only blamed-

‘My rigidity can not be shaped.......’

If you had ever tried to change me

Then you had no reason to blame me

You had to do only one thing

Just had to put a love-blow on me

then you would have felt that

I was soft and enough ductile

To take the shape of your choice

Probably, then, someday

You could have known.....that

Mechanical engineer too have a heart

What did Afridi speak right?

India vs Pakistan. How one can forget that semi final of world cup, does not matter which side he belongs to because either it is past ecstatic moments or wounds always flash and go long way. With the god’s efforts and by the choice and grace of eternal God the India got the chance of flooding out on the streets, shouting in the joy and creating the disturbance in the air at the time of mid night. Every city of India witnessed those rapturous moments. People’s ecstasy at their extreme. Definitely, this kind of scene’s eruption was indispensable since it was the matter of India’s win over Pakistan....Our victory- A great feeling in the blood. Perhaps it was far far great victory than kargil war that without a single blood-drop loss we could drove Pakistan off the ground. A war without blood; a war without bullets, but boiling bloods on both sides of the line.

The defeated team reached its destiny –its mother land. The captain interacted with country’s media. Whatever Shahid afridi spoke that it was enouh to make him hit on facebook of Indian profiles. People uploaded that interview video on facebook in his appreciation with the comments like ‘i am really impressed by his views’. But afridi failed to hold Indian admirers for more than two days by giving his another statement. Again this guy was put up on the facebook with the abuses and spitting on him. Sale paki ki maa ki ankh. Ye asshole kabhi nahi sudharenge. Sale terrorist ki aulad. Salon ne dikha di na apni aukaat. Why did we erupt at his statement? Probabily it hurts our sentiments or ego by saying that Indians’ heart is not as big as they have..... India-pakistan friendship can not go long way. But i feel that everything he spoke was not just a hollow pitcher. Before we would have thought that he might have been partially right, our injured ego denied to think over the matter positively maintaining the old notion that a pakistani would always spit ill of india.

But if he had said that indian media was negative and showed the things with hyper, then i think he is not complete wrong. Probably he might have felt this during his stay and interaction with indian media. I feel that most of the time these mews channels are torturing. How can you tolerate india TV, etc...?? Most of the news channels show things with the manner which is appealing to me as “sui ka fawada”. Yesterday i was watching some news channel and news jockey making blab blab over next coming cricket event IPL..... First IPL match of the season between KKR and Chennai....kya dhoni aur gambhir ho jayenge dushman? Kya dono bhool jayenge vishwa cup ki dosti?? This kind of non sense this bloody media is serving on TV screen to our innocent public. Why don’t we refuse to accept this bull-shit?

I don’t get understood what they want to convey or i am not innocent??

wo bechara...

kitna khush tha wo bechara

jab college mein aaya tha

char baras ki masti ka bas

ek hi sapana laaya tha

kathhin badey they shurwati din

ki senior koi bhi le leta tha

maan ke usko mandir-ghanta

koi bhi thapada deta tha

time bahut hai exam mein

abhi pad kar kya hoga

kar le masti jee bhar bachchhe

ye manzar fir kal na hoga

ye hidayat thi usko

uske sab senior mitro ki

eish uthha, dhuan uda

mat parwaha kar satron ki

do chaar mahine gujare ki

rangat uski badal gayi

funde dena seekh gaya wo

bhokal ke sang har baat hui

padhne ke liye umar padi hai

abhi masti kar lene do

abhi to kuchh bhi nahi chadi hai

pyala kuchh aur bharne do

kab ghadi ki suiyan ghumi

kab shaam se subaha hui

kisko fikra bhala class ki

subaha ko apni raat hui

kab kaise din gujar gaye

iska koi ehsaas na tha

chaar baras jo mehnat ki

waqt use dikhlane ka tha

tie laga ke , baal bana ke

gaya wo interview dene

sawal jabab ke jariye se

MNC me good job lene

kitna khush hua tha wo

jab job usne MNC me payi

job badi shaandar hogi

is illusion me neend na aayi

ab baitha hai wo bechara

us MNC ke office mein

ghis raha hai nirantar apni

time kaatne ki koshish mein

mail karo aur mail padho

din bhar ka kaam hai ye

do char print , xerox kar ke

xerox work ka experience le

soch raha hai ab bechara

kyun engineering usne ki

gar pata hota pehle se to

kya jarurat thi ghisne ki

De Ghuma Ke.....

How LIFE changed!!!

A Fresh Morning in my office!

Its 8:40 in the morning. I freely dropped my arse from two inches above the chair -“dhamm”.” Please take care of my health too buddy” , chair with a sound ‘cheooonn’ seemed to urge me as I swung back almost 20 degree looking at the grandeur and splendid historic building with lot of brick-red hue painted domes on its top standing tall amid the snowy white and purple clouds. ‘Ooh, nice fort.... -my yawn stopped remained air bubbles of admiration to come out of my throat-.....someday I will come you’. Its Royal Palace, Mysore printed on February calendar put on my table. Telephone, computer, keyboard are gazing at me. Mouse is trying to say me , shake me-wake me rahul i am still sleeping since you left me yesterday at 5:50 PM. Don’t cry you bloody mouse...Sorry sorry sorry. Sorry boss how i can dare to talk you in such a rubbish manner. You are my sole true friend who always holds my hand without any complaint. I love you dear. C’mon my lovely little companion, please don’t get angry. You should take rest, just chill.

But my affection for this little pal was enough that i couldn’t help my hand reaching it. Chalo mouse ji, help me open the PC. I bent, reached the button to start CPU put under the table. Windows started, Black screen appeared with few white and yellow icons on it. Habitual Mouse navigated arrow tip to ‘lotus’ icon. Signed in and entered my mailbox. 4-5 new mails. Not any important. Sab faltu….

OMG kaun se karmo ka fal hai ye......why, why??? Why i am here getting monotonous. Why i am given daily this tough job for which i am not eligible. Being a general category candidate it’s not my instinct that i should hold such a important job for which my qualification too does not allow it. My great work- staring at the clock and thinking when the hour needle will cross five- sucks all my energy. My tired eyes want to sleep but bloody shit phones are making noise all around disturbing my open-eye-nap.

Happy HOLI....

पीर समंदर

मत समझ
व्यर्थ,
निरर्थक
और दिशाहीन
मेरा प्रयास
निरंतर गति
एक लक्ष्य
सतत प्रयास
उठते गिरते
कुछ पाने का
जान जाते तुम,
गर की होती
कोशिश एक बार
जानने की, की
क्या उद्देश्य

कर्मों के पीछे!


मैं पागल सा
शोर मचाता
एक बवंडर
मेरे तल पर
लहरों का अम्बर
तन पर
एक वेदना
हर धड़कन में
आखिर ठहरा
पीर समंदर
जान जाते तुम,
गर की होती
कोशिश एक बार
जानने की, की
क्या राज छुपा
लहरों के पीछे!


पूर्णिमा की
दूध रात्रि में
पूर्ण कांतिमय
यौवन तन में
तुम जब भी आये,
मेरे गीले चक्षु
तेज प्रकाश में
देख सकोगे
इस भ्रम में,
क्यूँ मैं इतना
उछला हूँ
जान जाते तुम,
गर की होती
कोशिश एक बार
जानने की, की
क्या मतलब
हरकतो के पीछे!

ocean wants to express his feelings to moon in the full moon night but who is there to feel his feelings???

confused soul!!!

Really don't know how to do???

As i am getting mature, my confusion also growing against।” This is my latest update on facebook। We update something in our status, maybe to show off or to tell others how exciting or how hellful life is spinning around and get comments as , sometimes wishes, sometimes ‘congrates’ , sometimes suggestion and most of the time ‘BAKAR’.and i got –‘confusion is a perennial state of affaire. Everywhere you have choices-either good or bad and they bloody confuse you.’ My friend Pranjal commented very honestly and innocently the basic thing which causes confusion in this most smart shit-our head. But let me tell you my friend that my confusion is not for good or bad. I am so confused that hardly i can elaborate my confusions. Probably i am so confused that i don’t know my confusion, why i am flustered. But i am sure that my bloody confused mind is not confused with this bloody good or bad concept. Thank God. This is the reason, i think, that i am in transition state. State between confusion and frustration. my dillema is digital type. A binary confusion ‘Yes or No’ or ‘mine’ or ‘not mine’ or ‘true’ or false’. My choice is pretty good, i claim. It’s my illusion or confusion or belief –you can put a finger. My confusion is destroying me.

क्यूँ मैंने तुम्हे प्यार किया था?

ठहरे पानी में जैसे किसी ने
एक तरंग संचार किया था
हृदय-स्पंदन को मेरे मैंने
सम्मुख तेरे एहसास किया था
एक झलक पा कर ही तेरी मैं
क्यूँ दिल अपना हार गया था
क्यूँ मैंने तुम्हे प्यार किया था?

मेरे नैनो में जैसे किसी ने
अक्ष तेरा उभार दिया था
इन्द्र धनुष से रंग चुराकर
रूप तेरा साकार किया था
शाम सवेरे ख्वावों में
क्यूँ तेरा सत्कार किया था
क्यूँ मैंने तुम्हे प्यार किया था?

मेरी खुशियों की खातिर जैसे किसी ने
गलियों को बुहार दिया था
कागा ने भी स्वर में अपने
तेरे आने का प्रमाण दिया था
गुजरोगे इस रस्ते से, इस रहा में
क्यूँ पलकों को न्यौछार दिया था
क्यूँ मैंने तुम्हे प्यार किया था?

हाथ पकड़ धीरे से जैसे किसी ने
तेरे दृग पीने को लाचार किया था
ये मधु नही है, अमृत कह कर

चिर जीवित सुरूर दिया था
जाकर सपनों के आँगन में
क्यूँ चुम्बन स्वीकार किया था
क्यूँ मैंने तुम्हे प्यार किया था?