Crescent Whirlwind

Seasons come and seasons go, years pass like minutes People come and people go, we live our life in units Memories of the past often overshadowed by routine Gone are the days when friends used to be the Bulletin A l'il time we actually give to ourselves While running behind everything, And that's the point Life starts becoming boring....

Jindagi itni tanha na hoti, agar hamari kabhi unse mulaqathi hui na hoti, Har pal un yadonke ehsas mein khoye rahete hai hum, aur hamari khamoshi toh, unse na milke hi kinare ho jati... Kisiki dosti nasha ban jaye, itni beqrari hum mein nahin, lekin hamara nasha chadhnewalebhi, iss duniya mein kam nahin... Ankhonse sapne chura gaya koi, Mann mein sailab de gaya koi, Iss mukam mein na jane kitne Manzar aake chale gaye, lekin aasuonko bhulana na sikha paya koi... Hamari jindagi aaj palke jhukake khadi hai lekin intazar khatmahi nahin hota, Ek ikrar sunane ke liye jeete rahe puri jindagibhar lekin woh izharbhi pura nahin hota, Nakam jindagi jeeneki toh mano aadatsi ho gayee hai, Ki ab hum jinda hai ye ehsas bhi nahin hota...

Well in my openion understanding the above sentence means, going to the root of any conversation.Cause once we are aware of this fact,we can easily make out if a person is talking out of his/her hindsight or what! Defining this notion in exact words is a bit difficult as it deals with the intricate psychology of the conversation. Anytime when a person is talking ,he often switches the hidden contexts better known to his own mind or soul and it can happen when the situation has already occurred and you see the response either from situation or person is not going in your favour;someway or the other you try to wrap the things under different covering. e.g. If 'A' has just watched some interesting movie and is so excited that wants to share the experience with someone and so goes to a close friend of his 'B'. 'B' is currently in a very different mood.Lets assume he is already late on his date and thinking and shortlisting various excuses to give to his GF .

We create so many barriers around our living; knowingly or unknowingly. Perhaps willingly or unwillingly we get used to that burdened living and don't even realise until and unless one rebellious thought or may be a person or even for that matter a hidden you tries to break that manacle binding the running. Many a times we shy away from saying even a "Thank You" to an acquaintance just because perhaps we are afraid of the reaction cause we don't know him/her that well or may be the situation we are going to face is totally out of the experience;so our mind doesn't know how exactly should we react?or are supposed to react at that moment... But till the time we don;t face it actually i.e. physically,from where that experience would come from?But we even hesitate to think over this other side too.So what we normally do is procrastination.Perhaps procrastination gives us some more time to dwell in that same thought and then may be accept it as an in

Aap yunhi shama banke jalte rehena, Hum yunhi mom banke pighalte rahenge, Aap agar tasweer bhi banayenge, to hum rang banke bikharte rahenge ! Unko to aadat thi gujre jamane bhulane ki, Naya daur shuru hotehi purane dor katneki, Woh adatein jakhm pe jakhm deti rahi, Hum to unsehi umeed rakhte rahe,dard batneki ! (last 2 lines were added by my TL Thank You very much...)

Not Everything you do is for a reason, Not everything you wish is for a season, Not the sky above you is always blue, Not the water around you is always true, Not the way you walkout the door is just, Not the heart that yells is a fuss, Not me which is unseen is an image of fake Not me which is unfelt is creator's faith Gone are the days... When I was a free bird,wandering in the infinity in search of the true love...indeed an uncanny Now I realise there exists no such thing Your Life ain't a Broadway to share the fling Gone are the days...

I wish I would haven't been born I don't want this life of a thorn, Where I always live on the mercy of others Where I never get a sky of Colours Where negativity is high over laughter Where satisfaction is merely a teaser Where all my desires are dangling into the infinity Where there doesn't exist any cause for my Sanity Where the World around me is eating me alive Where struggle never ends to Survive Where all my efforts are merging into useless Where my Life is becoming day by day aimless Where every new day is just like turning the page of a boring Book Where every dream of mine is hung on the hook Where I put up a new Happiness mask everyday Where my opinions are as good as Hay Where no one knows what real me is like And everyone hates my image of Hype Where the room for my feelings is always full Where the cause for living is always drooled I wish I would haven't been born I don't want this Life of a Thorn...

Life is yet to be discovered through the untimely glory of the time Truth is yet to be unveiled through the killing darkness of sight You never really know the things,you are pretty sure about And often end up back bited by those once, you know will never part Then the hurt me sometimes becomes a blabbermouth, The knock-off me is waiting for a luck out, The real me is just another crapshoot , With the ideal me,a trade off between the both, The absolute me willing to be the both, While the unreal me cringing away from the cliche', Actual me is fighting with the virtual me, With the clunker soul running into the ground And the true soul acting to be sound My mind yells ... I want to run away from the living ... I want to run away from the breathing ... I want to run away from the world, I have created around me I want to run away from the routine big time binding me I want to run away with the whip causing pain I want to run away until the end ... Cause sometimes that's the o

Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth is hiding behind the soul When the breeze is blowing with shudder and time running with quiver Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth is hiding behind the soul When the trees bearing the leaves in yellow and the mind residing in a hollow When the monotony overshadows the Life and the serenity disappears with a vibe Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth,hiding behind the soul When the peaks lowers the troughs and everyone around is playing bluffs Its so easy to say,"I don't have emotions", When you are portraying pseudos and the truth is hiding behind the soul When integrity has lost its lust and sovereignty taking over the rush Its really easy to say,"I don't have emotions"... with the inner feelings itching hard, reminding

I feel," some questions are raised from the need to remain unanswered! " How hard you may try,to put into words the answers or explanations ;you fail..cause those questions really can't be answered with full justice!May be some other time they could be,but definitely not at that particular moment of time.        So after having come across quite a such situations in my life I have jumped to the above conclusion.Actually its very difficult to explain,but its just like Many a times it happens some thought/concept/plan of action directly touches your soul or the inner you and you,whole as a person get inspired by it.The life becomes like,eat the thought,drink the thought,sleep the thought.That some concept takes over your mind,body and soul and you get carried away however difficult or even serene scenario just by a notion of that concept dwelling inside you,dripping deep into your veins... And how hard it is to explain this feeling in words or make others understand it to

Iss Jeevan ki Yatra mein , humsafar bichhad gaye Sathi the jo kabhi , aaj yaad ban gaye Ek raah per kayamat mud gayi , dusri raah per weh mude Hum toh kambakht aisehi aage nikal pade Na kisika saath hajam hua , firbhi muskurate kehete gaye "Jo hua Allah marji ,hum toh apni manjil ki oor chale " Mukaddar manjil bhi kaha najar aayi ? Uski chaah mein toh hum chaltehi chale gaye , Vapas usi mukaam per, jahan Kayamat mud gayi , Tab jakar samjhe hum, Kathputliyaan hain hum, Nachanewala toh aurhi koi , Bas chalte rehete hai hum...

In the middle of nowhere,standing straight waiting for a boat to come and take, seeking for a helping hand yet could not find any and I end up entering into the world of an irony, Life is like a riddle,waiting to be unpuzzled and I am like a question born to remain unanswered, Life comes in a way it wants to, and I wait for a chance to get through, But no signals of rescue and no chance of a getaway I remain unanswered and History in its own way, And my questions wrapped in the enigma of Mystery life ends... No one knows How she lived... How she loved...

Why I am always questioning to the mind that is in Blue ? Why I am always hoping for the dream which will never turn true ? Why do I always have to be in Red,waiting for the Red Letter Days ? Why do I never find the most perfect Getaways ? Why do I always get piped at the post ? And why do they never really clear the coast ? Why the sky is always high,with the clouds lined in Silver ? And why I am always a culprit but not a believer ? Why do They always have a head start ? And why do I remain playing with the dart ? Why my Birth is some random shot ? And why February these days ain't hot ? Why I am always the victim of dishing the dirt and hashing the things ? And why do I never get invincible wings ? Why my feelings are always ripped ? And why my life is so cryptic ? Why my destiny keeps on adding conundrum ? And why I could never be a bookworm ? why do they always have to be patronising ? And why my life can never be amazing ? why I am a mere profligator ? And why I could neve