KASAK

कभी-कभी इस दिल में इक कसक सी होती है 

सब कुछ है फिर भी इक कमी सी होती है 

चारो तरफ है फैला ढेर-सा उजाला 

उजाले में एक किरण अँधेरे को पिरोती है....

बहुत है खूबसूरत  इस जिंदगी का सफ़र

हर सफ़र की फिर भी एक मंजिल होती है

वही मंजिल खोजनी है, बस वही तक जाना है
पर किस तरह संजोये उन्हें ख्यालों में जो मोती हैं....

INTROSPECT.....

Introspect and find out do you really know yourself. Try  to find the answers of certain questions....
1. Do you believe in ghosts? No, think again...
2.Are you happy and satisfied in your life? Yes, think again...
3. Are you really good and kind or you are sin conscious?
4.Are you a God believer or afraid of consequences of not really convinced and that's why just pretend of being a theist?
They are just a few questions but if given time they are really mind boggling for most of the people.
The reason of confusion can be modernization. We are so much indulged in our daily routine that we don't even think of such things. Modernization results in forced acceptance of desired opinions. We can call it modern compromise. We have accepted opinions whatever contemporary society desires us to accept. Contrary to modern man, medieval man confidently agreed to his beliefs no matter they were right or prejudiced. So think Are we really happy with modernization or medieval ism was better? 

Lost and found fortune....

Abhay, an accountant in a small firm was living a happy and contented life. His wife Riya was a perfect housewife and a very loving mother. His son Rachit,8 was naughty but obedient child. Like any other normal family they had their own problems which they used to face bravely. Abhay was popular among the peers for his honest and kind nature.One day while going for the work he saw a little girl shouting and selling flowers on the road. Generally he came across many poor and needy people daily and even helped them as much as he could. But today there was something different, yes there was something different about the girl that touched Abhay's heart. He bought some flowers from the girl and while giving her money he inquired about her parents. He got the shocking response. The girl who was barely 5 years old lost her parents at the age of 2 in an accident at the same road where she sell flowers now. Abhay's heart trembled and his mind worked in the direction he wanted it to work in. He held the girl's hand and left the place. Today after one year that girl still shouts but while playing with her brother Rachit and she still holds the flowers that her dear papa brings for her. And Riya is now the proud mother of the two wonderful kids Rachit and Tara. Yes Tara is the girl who lost and found her parents on the same road. Salute to people like Abhay....  

Khoj...a search

मेरा एक शब्द खो गया है, वही ढूँढ रही हूँ | यहीं रखा था शायद पलंग पर या फिर रसोईघर में ; कहाँ गया पता नहीं | बहुत जरुरी है, कहीं बच्चो के बस्ते में तो नहीं? कैसे भूल सकती हूँ मैं उस शब्द को? सारा घर देखा अलमारी देखी, यहाँ तक की पुरानी पेटी भी खोल डाली... अरे यह देखो मिल गया, मेरी पुरानी किताबो में, पन्नो के नीचे दबा पड़ा था मेरा कीमती शब्द | अब मिला है तो खोने नहीं दूँगी मेरा शब्द - "अस्तित्व"....हाँ मेरा अस्तित्व !!!!

Sajaa

चली में उड़ चली,

नए सपनो की ओर,

छोड़ पराया देश

अपने घर, अपनों की ओर,

पर घर तो था ही नहीं,

अपनों का भी पता नहीं,

पडोसी कुछ जाने पहचाने थे,

मेरे पास आये मिलने के बहाने से,

ना जाने क्यूँ मुझको देख रहे थे,

ना जाने क्या मुझमे देख रहे थे,

मैं भी खड़ी थी बेहाल सी,

उनके सामने सवाल सी,

थोड़े झिझके ;थोड़े ठिठके,

आखिर में फिर हिम्मत कर बोले,

बम फटा था, गोलियां चली थी,

यही मोहल्ला, यही गली थी,

दुश्मन कौन था नहीं पता,

पर मेरे अपनों की थी क्या खता,

शायद की वो उस देश के वासी है;

जिससे जलाने की सज़ा सिर्फ जेल,

बचाने की सज़ा फांसी है,

अज़ाद कराने की सज़ा फांसी है.....

Relations

I really wanted to write something but not getting the idea. So,i thought for some minutes and decided to write about a thought that comes to my mind many a times-"the relations that we form at the later stages of our life become more closer and valuable to us". I know the thought is quite complicated but i guess it has a real depth. When i was a small child i couldn't think of living away from my mother even for a moment. I even felt bad sometimes when my mother talked more lovingly to my brother. But as i grew up, i started arguing with my mother for my brother's demands. It didn't mean that i was not that close to my mother but perhaps i was getting closer to my brother. Then the time passed and i was married to a stranger,that stranger became so special and important for me that i left my mother, my brother n sister and came to live in the stranger's house;my own house.I felt i don't want anything else in my life and the one man, my husband became everything for me. Loving anybody else more than him seemed impossible. And then the impossible happened....Yes, the most beautiful moments of my life arrived. God gave me the most precious gifts,my babies, Nandini and Aadit. They are the two suns of my life and like planet i revolve and rotate around them.
P.S. I love my mother,my sister,my brother, my husband a lot, but as they say change is the law of Nature. 

A CHOICE

Think of the choices we get in our times many small and some big choices like the choice of the school, college, subjects, career, marriage and we have the endless list. But this is the time when we need to make the biggest choice of our life. Now we need to choose between The Medieval Society and The Brave New World. The society when females were kept behind veils and in four walls of the house or we are fine with the evil society which is hiding itself behind the tag of Modernism. No, please don’t get me wrong. I am not against progress, but I am scared for our mothers, daughters, sisters. Yes I am scared for the so called fair creation of the God which is ruined by some sick minded men. They are abducted, harassed, raped and then thrown back to curse their own destiny. No one is safe be it six months old baby girl or one hundred eight years old bed ridden mother. So we have to make a choice whether we want them to live in veils as a captive or let the sick society exploit them. The   choice is difficult but do we have an alternative? Actually yes we have but without choice, we should take these unwanted weeds; the sick minded men out of the soil of our society and bury them in the graves from where they can never grow back. Yes I guess this is the only  and right choice to save our mothers, sisters, daughters, society and more than anything else our conscience.

Karo polythene ka bahishkaar....

Dekha he marte gayon(cow) ko,
Dekha hai sadte insaano ko,
Kaid mein dekha hai iski,
Hawaaon ko zamaano ko...

Na yeh sadta,na yeh galta,
Sadiyon tak is duniya mein palta,
Paryavaran ko dushit karta,
Paani mein gandgi bharta...

To kyon lete hum yah maan,
Har baar sahi nahin hai insaan,
Karo polythene ka bahishkaar,
Tabhi hoga swatchch(clean) paryavaran ka AHAAVAN........

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