Baavren dill kya karne chala hai..
Sapna ek haseen dekhne chala hai..
Sambhal ja e dill yeh mumkin nahin…
Pane ki chahat jisse tu rakh ke challa hai..
Baavren dill kya karna chala hai….

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sakte hain insaan badal sakte hain aur to aur yeh poora mulkh badal sakte

hain..

Yeh lafz to aapke bhi hain aur hamare bhi par fir kyun, na hum dil

badal paye aur na hi insaan..

Jab badal gaye lafz aur na badle mulkh tab

jana asli taqat na to un lafzon mein hai aur na hi unhe kehne walon mein..

Agar taqat hai to sirf un lafzaon ko samjhne walon mein.. Agar taqat hai to

sirf un lafzon ko samjhne walon mein!!!”

[SELF  COMPOSED]

Kaash Koyi Hota

Kaash koyi Hota ,  Jo Samajhta is Dil Ko..

Baarish ki pehli boond

aur

Sard subah ki pehli dhoop ko…

Samajhta un ehsason ko , Jo shabdon se baiyaan nahin hote..

Aur

Samajhta us ek aansun ko jo aankhon tak aata to hai , par kahin kho sa jata hai…

Kaash koyi Hota ,  Jo Samajhta is Dil Ko..

Dil mein chupe hazaroon armaano ko,

Un ankahee khayalon ko,

Mujhko aur meri Tanhayi ko…

Kaash koyi Hota ,  Jo Samajhta Is Dil Ko , Is shayeri ko. ..

As i always say Whenever a thought strikes your heart and soul never let it go waste convert it into words…

Since its a little difficult to blog then and there, i tried to convert those thoughts in SMS and here are a few msgs that i composed whenever i found myself lonely…

Kehte hain Duniya simat si gayi hai… Chund taaron se judh si gayi hai…
Par is mobile aur net ki duniya mein, humne to khudko bheed mein bhi tanha paya hai..
Do ghoont pine ke baad rota paya hai..
Kisi ke intezaar mein waqt ko bhool gaye hain, Intezaar kiska hai ab to yeh bhi bhool gaye hain…
Hamari nazaron se dekho duniya bikhar si gayi hai, Taaron ke jaal mein Fus si gayi hai…

Yeh Rishte bhi kitne ajeeb hote hain na??? Kab kisse jud jaye iski khabar hi khan hone dete hain… Kis baat se toot jayen yeh kisko pata… Ehmiyat inki tab pata chulti hai jb kisi se toot kar kahin aur jate hain…

Whenever we do something in LIFE , The word “IF” always raise so many questions and possibilities making it too difficult to take a decision..
But that’s what “L-IF-E” is right???

Ek bade se shaher ke ek chote se kone mein baithe huye, Jub in aankhon se nikle ek aansun se maine pucha ki Tum kyun aayee..
Jawab aaya ki ek dost ko yun akele dekha to saath dene chule aayee…

Sitting on the steps outside the mess.. I asked myself  ”Am I Lonely???”  My heart said “NO”..
Sitting in my room, near the Full moon.. I asked Again, My heart said “NO”..
Sitting at home Mile away from Friends, Was i lonely, “NO”
What has changed Now.. Why is everything Different..
Is it the weather, or the place.. Is it me or the My Friends..
Maybe its the work that creates the space.. Which is difficult to displace…
What is wrong with me for Heaven’s sake.. Its a mobile not a personal Page!!!

[SELF COMPOSED]

[DEDICATED TO PEOPLE WHO ARE OVER BUSY WITH THERE JOBS AND DON'T HAVE TIME FOR FRIENDS]

“Kaash Thum Jata Waqt Wahin..

Na aate hum is mukaam kabhii…

Saath rakhte the jin doston ko..

Aaj waqt hi nhin un kamino ko…

Taras gaye hain..

CCD ki coffee pine ko…

wo toot toot kar chese burst khane ko…

2 ghoont pine ko..

Aur chuski ki chusk lene ko…

Saath baithkar 2 min batiyane ko..

Thakee maar maar ke hasne ko…

Wo raat raat bhar jagne ko…

wo class mein sone ko..

Aur Daaru pikr rone ko…

Wo Janamdin par pitne ko..

Aur IP pe multicast karne ko…

The kabhi zindagi ke boss humhi..

Aaj boss aur office zindagi ho gayi…

Office ki coffee me wo mithas nhin..

IP to hai par muticast nahin..

Baaton mein jazbaat nahin..

Haste to hain par Ab wo baat nahin..

Ab wo baat nahin…

Kaash Thum Jata Waqt Wahin..

Na aate hum is mukaam kabhii…”

]]> http://itsmylife.passionvaibhav.com/kaash-thum-jata-waqt-wahin/feed/ 1 http://itsmylife.passionvaibhav.com/random-midnight-thought/ http://itsmylife.passionvaibhav.com/random-midnight-thought/#comments Sat, 28 Feb 2009 15:04:48 +0000 Vaibhav Gera http://itsmylife.passionvaibhav.com/random-midnight-thought/ Posted by mobile phone:

“Just a random thought at the middle of night..
Pardon me for the idiotic rhyme, and understand the feeling behind…”

I always thought i was different
And doesn’t need any other person for existence…

Friends n Girl friend all were there..
But i got comfort alone at stairs…

So many dreams, but so little i could do..
So many people, but alone i was that is true..

I was abnormal..
but never bothered…

Coz i was different..
And needed no one for existence..

But when the cool wind blows..
And i stand in corridors…

Alone i don’t want to be..
But find no one along with me…

Friends girl friend still there somewhere..
But that special someone nowhere…

Its then when i feel..
I need someone with mee…

Not a girlfriend whom i thought was different..
Not a group of friends who don’t understands…

A guy or a gal i don’t care..
But who enjoys this air,
The night and its flare…
The fluttering leaves and the chimering winds…

Not a word to say bt a million to feel..
That’s how a special person should bee..
And only for mee..

Life is not that fair,
work work and work that’s all it spares…

To enjoy the winds you need wings..
A support to break the bonds..
And to find a way out of thorns…

I know i am different..
And i need someone not for existence
But for persistence…

perfect blend of heart toching poetry and laughter… 

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“Koi deewana kehta hain koi pagal samjhta hain, 

magar dharti ki bechani ko bas badal samjhta hain,
Main tujhse dur kaisa hu,tu mujhse dur kaisi hain,
Yeh tera dil samjhta hain ya mera dil samjhta hain

Ke mohobbat ek ehsaason ki paawan si kahaani hain,
kabhi kabira deewana tha kabhi meera diwaani hain,
Yahaan sab log kehte hain meri aakho mein aasu hain,
Jo tu samjhe toh moti hain jo na samjhe toh paani hain

Mat poooch ki kya haal hai mera tere aage,
Tu dekh ke kya rang hain tera mere aage

Samandar peer ka andar hain lekin ro nahi sakta,
Yeh aasu pyaar ka moti hain isko kho nahi sakta,
Meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena magar sun le,
Jo mera ho nahi paaya woh tera ho nahi sakta

Bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha toh hungama,
Humare dil mein koi khwaab pal baitha toh hungama,
Abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohobbat ka,
Main kisse ko hakikat mein badal baitha toh hungama”

it goes like this…

ખુશ નથી છતાં ખુશ રહેવુ પડે છે

કોઇ પુછે કેમ છે તો મજામા કહેવ પડે છે

દિલ મ થયા હજારો જખ્મો છતા હસતા રહેવુ પડે છે

જીન્દગી એક નાટક છે બરબાદ થઇ ને પન જીવવુ પડે છે

{Khush nathi chata Khush rehvu pade che
koi puche kem che to majama kehvu pade che
dil ma thaya hajaro jakhamo chata hasta rehvu pade che
Jindgi ek natak che barbaad thai ne pan jivavu pade che}

transltion:-

khush nahi hai fir bhi khush rehna padta hai

koi puche kaise hai, to bhi kehna padta hai maze me hain

dile me hue hai hazaro zakham fir bhi haste rehna padta hai

jivan ek natak hai fir bhi barbad hoke bhi jina padta hai

looks like she described my entire blog in just a few lines… nyways my fren thanks for the wonderful lines…

by Wislawa Szymborska

They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn’t know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A “sorry” in the crowd?
“Wrong number” on the ‘phone?
– but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.