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The old faded picture in the profie- that isn't me... It is Anastasia- Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova... quite a mouthful, isn't it? Her story - the fabled Grand Duchess of the erstwhile Russia-apparently the only survivor who escaped the violent mass murder of her family in 1918 in the Bolshevic Revolution... Her daring occasionally exceeded the limits of acceptable behavior. And why her? Its her name- Anastasia: "the breaker of chains" or "the prison opener". And another meaning of her name is "RESURRECTION" Means there would never be an END

Monday, June 21, 2010

May be


Oh how love suffers...
Sitting silent, in different worlds,
Going through it all in the mind, never saying a word.
This when spring began and this is when it ends.

Oh how love suffers...
The pause too long for the pain to heal.
The wound stays open for the times to come.
Some words not said hurt more than the spoken.

Oh how love suffers...
Sometimes I wish, you could see me from the dark.
See the tears I've cried without you by my side.
I keep myself strong. I don't fall to the tide.

Oh how love suffers...
Should I stay like this for the nights to come?
The peace is gone. Its too far as you don't smile
You’re polite and it feels like a stab through the chest

May be you don't hear me, but may be you do.
May be you don't care, but may be you do.
I never know the truth from the reality.
I live in my fears and in my wishes.
May be what I wish from you, you can't give,
but then may be you can.
My whole world could be wrapped in two words.

Oh how love suffers...

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Dreams

Many poets crossed my way
with words which have 
wretched my heart for long.
But no one sang my song.
till one day, my song came along.
I don't know who,
I don't know why and
what those words had in them.
They pulled a chord so deep within.
My song sang to me from seas faraway.
It told me stories of love and hope.
It took me by the hand and into a fairyland.
I drifted with its currents.
and here I am, as if in a strange world.
A world that I hardly know.
My song brought me here, but it is gone now.
some wind carried it away.
oh so cold! This foreign land.
and so cold so cold my hands
As winter sets on my dreams.
I pray my song flies back to me,
takes away the grayness and
takes away the loneliness and takes me back
Back to the fairyland where I was. 

Friday, November 6, 2009

Ummeed

Kudrat ne milaya bewafaa se jo,
dil ki fidrat rahi ke usse pyar kiye jaaye.
Ishq ka raasta ab jaane kis mod pe liye jaaye.

Aankhon pe lagaaye, mohabbat ka rumaani parda,
andheri raaton se roshni ki ummeed kiye jaaye.
Manzil par khade, raaston se shikwa kiye jaaye.

Jaam uthaya zindagi ka, honthon se lagaane ke liye,
phir bhi, besabab yeh zeher ke ghoonth piye jaaye.
Ek pal ki zindagi se, sau maut liye jaaye.

Surkh-si aankhon mein ab bas aansoo hi baaki hain,
phir bhi, yeh khushnuma khwabon ki fariyaad kiye jaaye.
Munasib daaeron se ab ishq hume duur liye jaaye.

Ibaadat

Tukda-tukda chaand gira hai, ek tukda sajaa lo aasma mein
baaki bikher dungi zameen pe, chaloge toh aasma-sa lagega.

Hadd hi ki hadd par kar, aaj suraj jhukao kadmon mein.
roshan-roshan pairon se chaloge toh mere ghar-sa lagega.

Likhi-padhi baatein bhool, aaj kho jaao apni duniya mein,
yeh taaron bhari raat phir ek sapnaa-sa lagega.

Nayi nayi si hawa chali hai, aaj barson ke baad,
mehki hawa ka jhonka, phoolon ka guldasta lagega.

Rooh se jude ho iss kadar, tumhe maloom nahi hai.
Kabhi ehsaas hua, toh tumhe yeh ibaadat-sa lagega.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Saathi...

Saathi ki kabhi zaroorat nahi thi
Par saath tumhara maanga zaroor
Akelapan toh ek banjar zameen hai
Khushi ke phool hamesha kahan ugte hain.

Jhilmil si raat khatm ho jati hai
yeh bhi jaan lo, ki log rehte nahi
roshan-si yeh mehfil bhi uktaa jayegi
parwane hamesha kahan saath dete hain.

Guzar-basar ke bhanwar mein
Log aksar pyaar bhool jate hain.
Haath pakde chalte hain do kadam
Phir saathi pichle mod pe chhod aate hain

Yeh badha hua haath mera thaam bhi lo.
Akele kitni zindagi basar karoge?
Rahein milti hain bas ek baar
Humsafar bhi roz-roz kahan aate hain

Rakho....

Yaadon ke guchhe mein ek yaad piro ke rakho.
Purani kitabon mein ek phool chhupa ke rakho.

Har panne ke kone mein siyahi bhari koi kahani ho.
Mere naam ke labzon se woh kahani bana ke rakho.

Kabhi meri payal ya chudi giri hogi tumhare paas
Uss gire hue mere khwaab ko kahin sajaa ke rakho.

Jab tumhare kandhe par sar rakh ke roi thi main,
Unn bheege hue se palon ko apne dil mein dabaa ke rakho.

Raston par hum chale the behke-behke kadam leke
Unn raston par kabhi-kabhi thode phool bichaa ker rakho.

Kabhi kaha nahi kuch bhi par suna tha, band hoton se
unn khamosh se lamhon ko hoton se lagaa ke rakho.

Sardi ki woh subah yaad hai, jab khushi ko dhoop se seencha tha
Uss naram dhoop ki roshni se apna ghar nehla ke rakho.

Jab chali jaaun main, toh aana iss naye ghar mein,
Tab tak inn yaadon ko zaraa sambhaal ke rakho.

Aaj

Zaraa si der ho bhi jane do na
Aaj hamaare paas baitho zaraa sa
Jaanaa toh hai, do pal thahar jao na
Hamare pehlu mein ruko zaraa sa
Alvida toh kehna hi hai, aaj nahi toh kal
Bas aaj nahi, kal ko talo
Chhodna hai daaman tumhara chalte-chalte
Aaj do kadam bas aur chal lo
Aansu hain, zindagi bhar behne ke liye
Aankhon mein nami rahegi, tum chaho ya na chaho,
Bas ek aur din hansi maangi hai,
Aaj sookhi-sookhi khushi banke aankhon mein reh jao