Return of the prodigal son

किनारे की खोज में

निकला था जिन राहों पर, वह राहें कहाँ खो गये,

जाने अनजाने में ये हम कहाँ आ गये.

किस्मत का खेल है, या शायद है वक़्त का इशारा,

किश्ती बन ढूंढूँ मैं अपने हसरतों का किनारा.

ख्वाहिशों के दल-दल ने है हर तरफ से घेरा,

इस घने अंधेरे में ढूंढ़ूँ मैं अपना सवेरा.

आज जब सारे आरजू उमड़ कर आती हैं,

अपनी ही राहों में मुझे तनहाई का एहसास दिलाती हैं.

कौन सा था वह मोड़ जिसे मैंने छोड़ा,

कौन सी दोराहे पर मैंने ग़लत मोड़ मोड़ा.

काश मिल जाए वह मोड़ तो चल पडूँ सही राह पर,

और पा लूँ चल के खुद को अपनी हसरतों के मंज़िल पर.

पा लूँ वह हर खुशी जिसे मैंने कभी था चाहा,

भुला दूँ वह हर आँसू जिसे मैंने कभी बहाया.

पर आज वक़्त का तक़ाज़ा है की चाहतों को एक नया मोड़ दूँ,

बीती को भुला कर आज इस दोराहे पर सही मोड़ लूँ.

खुशी मिले या आँसू बस हौसला साथ रहे,

चलता रहूं जब तक मंज़िल ना मिल जाए.

Kinaare Ki Khoj Mein

Nikla tha jin rahon par, who rahen kahan kho gaye,

Jane anjaane mein ye hum kahan aa gaye.

Kismat ka khel hai, ya shayad hai waqt ka ishara,

Kashti ban dhundoon main apne hasraton ka kinara.

Khawishon ke dal-dal ne har taraf se hai ghera,

Is ghane andhere mein dhundoon main apna sawera.

Aaj jab saare aarzoo umad kar aati hain,

Apni hi rahon par mujhe tanhai ka ehsaas dilati hain.

Kaunsa tha wo mod jise maine choda,

Kaunsi dorahe par maine galat mod moda.

Kash mil jaye wo mod to chal padoon sahi rah par,

Aur paloon chalke khudko apni hasraton ke manzil par.

Paloon wo har khushi jise maine kabhi tha chaha,

Bhuladoon wo har aansu jise maine kabhi bahaya.

Par aaj waqt ka taqaza hai ki chahaton ko ek naya mod doon,

Beeti ko bhula kar aaj is dorahe par sahi mod loon.

Khushi mile ya aansu bas haunsla saath rahe,

Chalta rahun jab tak manzil na mil jaaye.

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,

When funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won if he'd stuck it out.

Don't give up, though the pace seems slow -

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor's cup,

And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are -

It may be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -

It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

                                                                                                        - Author Unknown

Just Another Small Poem...

 Beneath the bright sky,

And above the humble ground.

I toil every moment,

while the earth goes round.

Neither crippled by circumstances,

Nor subdued by fear,

With a smile on my face

I fight back each tear.

Not for the false hopes,

Not just the day dreams.

I keep moving forward,

However the path seems.

Just one hope in my heart,

One dream in my eyes.

The day I'll find

Where true happiness lies!!

A Race Against Time

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out. - The Timekeeper (by Mitch Albom)

Why am I writing this at 12:30 am, curled up under my warm blanket on a cold winter night with temperature dipping below 5 deg Celsius, with my laptop at its rightful place, the top of my lap?

Do I have some unearthly revelation to make to at this unearthly hour that couldn't wait?

No, I am doing this simply 'coz I wanted to. I wanted to write something, anything, just to convince myself that I have not forgotten how to blog. Just to make myself remember that I own this tiny little place in the virtual world, a place where I can post my thoughts as and when I want to and not care about being judged. Its been a long time since I last posted, more than a year I think. In the meantime, I have missed this a lot as I have missed a number of things I love. I created this at a time when I was complaining that I had nothing to do. In fact, my first article was about not getting my joining & being depressed about that. But now that I have joined, and gone through a number of ups & downs after that I hardly ever got time to post. Quite a few times I would think of writing something, go on for a few lines and then stop. It seems that I have got so habituated to be on the move, that it has become difficult for me to stop for some time & relax. I guess that's where life brings everyone at one point of time. A point where you think, why am I running and where to!  Because this is a race which never ends. You go from one pole to another, then you find another pole to run to. I don't know where my race will end.
But for now, I would like to keep running. Because this race, though tiring at times, has been quite interesting as well. And I will continue posting, or at least I'll try to & hope that's possible.

SIGNS...A nice short movie

SIGNS is a short movie which was one of the winners of Cannes 2009. Directed by Patrick Hughes, the movie shows how feelings can be conveyed eloquently in silence. Such a small movie yet good enough to catch your attention . . .