Versatile Soul

Aap haq marne ki baat karte ho Hume agar pura bistar khali bhi mil jaye  Tab bhi apni jagah par hi simat k sone ki aadat h Hum jaise log kahan hi kisi ko kabhi lut paye h

Strange is this world that first glorifies bad habits and then charges you to learn the obvious Like late-night parties are considered cool, then sleep routine is taught by self help gurus Binge-watching and snacking is first glorified, the diet and fitness classes are sold later Altogether with more choices, reduced clarity and lesser satisfaction.

  Aaj ajeeb se vidambna h Raaz khul k bhi nahi khula h Jo h paas aur h bahut khas Dhundli lagti ab unse ek aas Ab jo baat kar li itni khul k h Kyu mein na janu meri paheli Kuch suljhi h ya aur uljhi h Man lagta mera bandha sa h Har Rishta lagta khicha sa h Jis naye rishtey ko pana h Kyu purano ko karta wo begana h      Kya pehle nahi tha andaza mujhe Jo Har sapna liya sang lekar tujhe Kya sab jaan k bhi bhag rahi hu mein Parivar se jyada aas kar rahi hu mein     Khud ko diya dilasa h Sab Acha hoga iski aasha h

Chand tu sab dekhta h Chand tu sab sun leta h Chand tu hi janta h Kya hamare darmiyan h Taare bhi bante h gawah sab Khulta h kahaniyon ka pitara jab Kitna kuch apna sa mil jata h Ek nayab sa sambandh ban jata h Har kism ki baatein hoti h Jispe duniya kam hi sochti h Ek dusre ko aur jaan paate h Khush hote h jab kafi khud sa pate h Chand sa hi ye rishta h jo ghat-ta aur badh-ta jata h

Who am I ? An introvert & shy gal Or a bubbly one giving high fives Am I the unique one? As I wanted to be Or one who connects to all by empathy I search myself Amid all the labels put on me It becomes so tough to see Some tags I accept n enjoy Knowing well am not exactly that Others I carry for I don't bother to change others opinion of me Few labels are very dear Only rarely do I show these qualities People who spot them are rarity Some I embrace and wish to improve on Others feel so heavy, let them be bygone Among this myriad labels I feel so worn

I don't fear You make me to My mind is clear You clutter it too No lying to my dear I let the half truth do Wish to keep all near But how should I do? Not everyone I can bear So I prioritize them too My list of close peers Keeps changing too Then why should I hear? All snappy questions from you Do you want me to wear A fake mask, as others do.

But sharing a picture Isn't that pretty easy Why not share food or Share some responsibility Sharing a snap for self gratification Though having chosen the most perfect one to share Knowing of having applied many filters We still want approval in terms of likes And likes from whom ? People whom we know not even a percent. Also what is it they like ? Person in picture The filter that make them look flawless Or the places picture shows them wandering in. We like what pleases us We want likes to please ourself So for long have I been of the opinion  that social media is only to seek attention Well now I think differently   It has more layers than one can see. This game is not just for the eyeballs  the freedom of expression,   the fulfilling innate desire for connection that makes social media so enticing. While most people use it to their disadvantage Posting for validation Comparing with others and being anxious That doom scrolling designed by an algorithm causing ser...

I am concerned about the impression I leave while leaving The taste thought of me may bring in others mind I do bother about footprints I make From places I learn and take To me wisdom comes by pondering over all The possible alternatives of one reality One has experienced over time.

Using words we can paint the world With our perspectives Sway folks in our ways Aren't choice of words the greatest tool on an influencer?

The chosen quagmire or trap is where actions are distraction  checking the boxes of societal expectation also feels like a solution although it creates bigger problems  that you know and still you want to be utterly trapped  in those bills and EMIs. In reality, you are just trying to escape that which you have tried to control, but are now convinced is impossible You are running away for personal sanity, while adding more pressure to your life. And why do you choose this option, The simple answer is you enjoy this pain instead. Also being busy and occupied is best way to be productive  by avoiding recurring thoughts of self doubt that pull you down. it frees you from overthinking and the crisis it creates

Jaana khush nahi hoti, jane kyun khush nahi hoti sahib pareshan h behad janam kyun khush nahi hoti kya reh gayi kami? kyun h wo sahmi si kya naraz h humse? ya h gum wo kahin Kaise ye samajh nahi aata sahib janna h chahte, Janam ko kya h bhata? Na wo tasveeron mein bas simatna h chahti  Wo toh nazaroon mein h bas dooba rehna chahti    Sahib ye toh jaan gaye h ki Jaana h sabse alag si hi Muft ki cheezo ko bhi mana jo h kar deti Chahat aur jarurat mein fark ko h samjhti Kyun sabse alag h wo itni  Ye baat Sahib ko h satati  Jaana kya h chahti  Khul k khud kyu nahi h batlati?

Ye Jis din bhi kya tark h Hum sab hi k paas hota h Kabhi aas bandhe rakhne ka dilasa dene k liye Toh kabhi kaam ko taal dene k liye Jis din ye hoga toh mein wo karungi Haalaki mujhe nahi pata kab wo din aayega Phir bhi aas bandhe hu Aakhir kyu? Kal ka kuch pata nahi hume Jivan humara itna anishchit h Najane kab kya ho jana h Phir bhi sabka ek Jis din h Kitne Jis din sach hote h? Kitne bas talte talte kho jaate h Kyu nahi aaj abhi ko hi Jis din banaye Kyu uss din k liye h hazzaron sharte lagaye Ek hi sach hi Jivan ka Nischit h marn hum sab hi ka Uske baad Jis din gum ho jaega Aakhiri saans mein bas afsoos hi reh jaega Mat bandho khud ko adrishy jaal mein Jiyo Jis din ko abhi k hi haal mein Sharte saari kabhi puri ho kya jaruri h Ye samay k saath aur kathinayi se hoti puri h Daro ki Jis din k intezar mein Zindagi koi bhyanak roop na le le Aur badle mein aise gehre dard na de de Ki jab Jis din ki sharte puri ho Tab khushi baatne wale na ho

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 ...