Versatile Soul

wo bhi toh pyar h unkaha sa h sirf ek ehsaas h anokha bada h anjano mein bhi h hua hum sabhi ko zarur ek baar h iska na koi naam h na hi koi bekhauf izhaar h  bas isharo mein aa jata ye bahar h jaise kisi post pe turant ya pehla like jhat se karke delete kiya gaya comment bewaqt bhi message ka reply misalein iski hazar h hum sabhi jante h ki ye bhi pyar h aur chupke se kahi  hum sabke hisse aaya h par iska na naam h na hi koi anjaam h

They are called modern in every era For they dare to be different Push the social boundaries Ask explanation for traditions That paint them weak, Keep them away from power, Burden them with responsibility, Curb their right to choose  and push them to just follow- the mores and customs & practices most of which they despise. She is often caught and pulled back  by this social web  so intricately knit that guides her look her every move her  every choice because she fears being an outcast It is so skillfully made That even in her rebel too she tortures herself to fit a checklist of liked/ desirable women  From waxing her body to wear that shorts/skirt to compromising her career for family it all looks fair and part of peaceful living.

 Kuch toh kasak  Zarur h Na isme shaq  Huzur h Na zikr h aksar  Phir bhi Fikr is baat ki Bharpur h Kahin Aap usse Kisi kaalin/Darri k niche chupa aaye h Kahin hum usse Kisi koone mein dabba aaye h Phir bhi kisi gum choot sa  Hota ek dard zarur h Ek kasak zarur h Hum tum jaante isse huzur h Alag sa darr h  Jo Nahi taiyar hum tum h Uske zikr se bhi rehna chahte ab bahot dur h

  The journey of my poems Some of them gush out as an outburst of emotions Others cling in my head as a punch line Many are result of unconscious observation Some are based on my values and inclination But each of them is special As a conversation with myself Reflection on society and communication between like minded folks They reveal my concerns, my desires, my fears, my state of mind My encrypted secrets, my fantasy and obviously my love too

Bas itni dur ki mere ghar k saath na dekha jaye Bas itna ki durgandh mere ghar na aaye Bas itna ki jhuti shekhi reh jaye Bas itna dur karne se hi sahi galat ki bhi duri mit jaati h Nazarandaaz kar har kuch apni kamiya bhi bhulna di jaati h

Nowadays   Houses are mistaken for home The interior design is proudly outsourced What else can explain a ready-to-move-in home, we pay for Expect the walls in each room customized For every family member While talking away rights Of children to doodle on them Or an elders tremor staining them Don’t you feel such houses are based more on market trends rather than The likes and needs of family members When the house is more of a status symbol Rather than your own cosy private space When they are indicators of progress Of material possession that ranks a family in social space When they are bigger than your needs When they are filled with furniture Just bought to utilize space and not to be used The house that was supposed to be Occupied and turned into a home These days come decked up with Art on its wall that rarely represents people living in there Rather is an attempt to either intimidate others or to fit in a social class And the little art sculptures on the shelf Sadly have no ...

I can still give you advise on precautions you must take Without you knowing that I missed to take many when needed As my bad experience doesn't disqualify me I would use it as a weapon to save you & myself from self pity

Pyar toh bahut log karte h Par tum.... kuch alag hi karte ho Jitna humne pyar ko samja tha Tum usse bhi kaafi badhkar karte ho Kuch log jatate h isse alfazon mein Tum sirf uska nayab ehsaas dilya karte ho Aur ye anubhav bhi itna anmol h Ki mere tark fikke pad jate h Phir jane kyun hum darr jate h Aur chah k bhi apni mushkil tumse na keh pate h Tum haath pakad mushkil se nikal loge Par hum madad mangne se hi katrate h Aisa nahi ki bharosa nahi h tum pe Bas khud se uljhan suljhane mein lag jate h

He does not know what it means to be a feminist though he seems to me like one. As, he is happy to see an independent women, he encourages learning skills irrespective of gender,  he respects women as leader, he dissuades his spouse from taking the pain of waxing/threading, he accepts the real human body of a women and has no fancy expectations. Unaware he gives a glimpse of feminism in practice when he is kind and treats all equally, when he is supporting his daughter, sister or wife unconditionally, when he takes a stand against gender stereotyping, when he condemn misogynic cussing, when he is not insecure of her progress, when he chooses to ignore the vulnerability & takes pride in her body. He still won't agree to be a feminist as the word is so negatively popularized. To him his feminism is well covered in humanism, and so he practices it unaware. Men like him are gem and yes sadly rare.

You emit energy, I only give it form You are simple, I have many phases You are open, I am always guarded You give warmth, while I maintain cool You act old while treating me like a young You are practical, while I go by the theory You focus on the solution, while I ensure the process  You focus on excelling in parts, I wish to understand the whole You bring me in your fold, while I move freely and bold I keep you alive even when you are gone at night I radiate you with all my might Because you burn, I am lit Our lives are so profoundly knit

When you step out and still do not step out, You go on that luxury vacation to feel good But your mind is where it has always stood. Endlessly thinking of expenses rather than relaxing. About office politics, salary increments, and worst of all if you find a fellow colleague though the location and landscape changes you are still at work- worried and anxious having the same discussions. So step out first from that mental space, before you step into a nice place. The change you want is impossible just going for a vacation isn't sensible. Rather engage in an such a activity that rejuvenates Where you take a note and appreciate all little things you overlooked off late. Push yourself to think through and step out in a real sense my dear mate.

है कौन वो ? क्या उसका है ? गांव है ? शहर है या देश है ? या सारी दुनिया उसकी है ? यह मज़दूर है , पाया जाता हर जगह ज़रूर है |  पर कितना इनका अपमान किया, नाम रखा पर काम लिया |  खबरों का एक अंग भी ना ठंग से इन्हें दिया  इनके दुख दर्द और कष्टों को बस  कुछ आंकड़ों में समेट दिया  इनकी व्यथा को सबने ही तो है अनसुना किया  ना दिखी कोई आस आसरे की  जब जरुरत थी उन्हें सहारे की  तालाबंदी में जब सबका घर था  उनके जीवन में नया प्रश्न था  कहाँ का वो निवासी है , आवासी है ? या बस दास ही है ? जीवन भी नहीं है उसका  जब चाहे कोई रोक लेता है |  मन चाहे जब जाने को कहता है, वह अपने दम पे ही चलता है   कभी भूख कभी प्यास से मरता है   जीने के लिए हर पल संघर्ष करता है |  आपदा में भी पलायन का किराया तक खुद ही भरता है  बाढ़ की तरह उनका जमावड़ा जब  शहरों से बहता है  सड़क, नदी और रेल की पटरी किनारे  बेबस सा दिखता है |  क्या तुमको यह भयावह  सा  नहीं लगता है ? आज यह वर्ग है  कलको तुम्हारा  भी तो हो सकत...

  To let go isn’t easy You have to chop off parts of yourself To detach, to avoid, to distance, to leave behind Things, actions and dreams that you dearly engaged in Because you believed in them and Now that your situation has changed,  and you have to let go Doesn’t in any way mean that it will be easy Though it must be done, it can never be done in its entirety How can you erase the memories? Or undo the life you dreamt of and worked for, Will changing your dreams and engaging in other things set you free? Or would they just leave you with no time to mourn your failure? Maybe that is how one is expected to let go And move on in the game of life For time would not stop and carrying the weight of dead dreams will only hollow you inside out Is that not too much to risk? Maybe that’s why you agree to move on and let it go The reality is, that it goes nowhere, it all stays You just refocus your energies Convince yourself of an alternate reality You swap the reasons for old action...

  It is an observation made over some years, married women are so overburdened to maintain this social image of a good daughter-in-law that they cannot wish Mother's day just to their own mother alone. It has kind of become essential for them to tag their mothers-in-law(MIL) as well in status, social media posts and even in their DPs. On the other hand, hardly less than a per cent of men are found doing so. It is really hard to figure out women's motivation. I hope that women question themselves and ask: Why do you have to? What is pressuring you? Are you looking for social validation? Or that amazing picture of yours with MIL was taken only for this day? While most married men do not bother to do the same, what is your motivation? Dear ladies, just rethink and analyse your actions and claims. MIL can very well be respected without having to be equated with your own mothers. Well, see when men do not have to then why should you? Relieve yourselves from unnecessary social pressu...

Life is like that song you are very fond of and hum quite often. No matter, whether you know the lyrics right or not,  or whether you have the perfect vocals, carefree you keep humming your own melody. Often making and filling up for the actual words that you can't recall, with whatever you assume would be the best fit. While unconsciously ensuring you do not break the flow, you recollect how much ever you know and just sing. You must have realised the immense joy, this process does bring. Still, you are lured into chasing the perfection, Involving unwanted relative comparison, that negatively affects your self-perception. You only got to choose what matters the most in every situation. Just as your songs have many genres, life is bound to have varying conditions. Such ups and downs cannot be escaped or stay forever. So just like you hum, without any fear of judgement, solely for self-delight. Live in the moment, be alive, feel your life be alright.

बाहरी चीज़ों की सफाई में  पता ही नहीं चला कब मन पे  यादों की छाप और गहरी हो गई |  भुलाने की कोशिश में इतना याद कर लिया  की अब भुलाने की लालसा ही नहीं रही |  बंद हो गया है अब फर्क पड़ना  क्यूँकि अब तर्क देने की इच्छा ही खो गई |

 कहाँ हैं राम ? कण कण में हैं , मेरे मन में है , तेरे मन में है |  आस्था है , वो श्रद्धा है  सामाजिक मर्यादा में  है |  विचार में है , संवेदना में है , प्रेम में  है , और अनुरोध में है |  नहीं हैं वो किसी पत्थर में , पाखंड में ,  अवसाद में , प्रतिपाद में |  आचरण में है राम , पिता के सम्मान में है , माँ की आज्ञा पालन में है , पत्नी के समादर में  है , और भाई के सौहार्द में  है राम |  जिसे ना सम्मान का मोह  ना हो अपमान का भय, ऐसे हर इंसान में है राम |  राम नहीं है बस एक नाम , भारत की संस्कृति की जान है राम |  प्रतीकों में मत समेटो इनको , मूर्ति, मंदिर का करते हुए निर्माण  जानो की  राम न चाहें ऐसे प्रमाण |  भूल न जाओ क्या है  राम, जपते जपते उनका नाम  समझो  उनके गुणों का  दाम |  राम छलके तुममें भी, ऐसे करो काम  तभी मिलेगा  राम धाम |  जय सिया राम | 

Being a woman is amazing No matter where she comes from, whatever her colour, race, social status or education. She can always relate to the discrimination. She knows how it feels to be considered inferior and outcast for reasons out of her control. So she naturally gains the power to empathise with the oppressed, ignored, unfortunate and weaker folks. This compassion can be converged to reduce inequalities and create fair opportunities, provided women take the charge.

Dear Ladies