Sunday, November 30, 2008

Chand ke saath..

Chand ke saath kayi dard purane nikle
kitne gam the jo tere gam ke bahaane nikle
........
Dil ne ik int se taamir kiya tajamahal
tune ik baat kahi laakh fasaane nikle
(taamir = "plan")
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PS. The audio of this beautiful ghazal ia available at http://www.esnips.com/doc/3272048d-a973-4f88-930a-b7cb2aedf148/Ghazal%20-Jagjit%20Singh%20-%20Chand%20Ke%20Saath%20Kai%20Dard%20Purane%20Nikle

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Gift..

It was beautiful. Warm glazed paper, neatly packed box. She stared at it lying in front her. She had planned it almost months back, and now..she did not know what to do with it.. tear it or leave it. Ah.. jus a few hours! She cursed herself for taking so long to make it so special, hours so long.. that it was nothing now. 

She unpacked it slowly, and shoved it out of sight.
Out of sight - Out of mind, They say. 
She wished, it was.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

If only wishes came true...

It was a normal day till she heard it. It was so unbelievable, she almost pinched herself. Her breath stopped, her gaze froze. A complete blackout. She quickly regained herself back to take control but what came was a complete inner turmoil, a reeling head, dry mouth, and wet eyes. She started walking as fast as she could - she did not know why- her mind was clouded and devoid of any thinking. She stopped suddenly, and cried out loud, as loud as she could - as if to let out something deep inside. She knew this will come someday, and she knew she had to be prepared, and she knew it so so strongly, but she still hoped for a miracle. She had always felt stupid when she did so, but she still did, she wanted to, coz she still wished.
It was all over. In a second, without a thought, without a question, without an answer - It was just a long deep silence inside, like it was never to be broken.