mazhab

maayus na ho dildaar
tu mohabbat-e-mazhab rakh barkarar
tu paa na sake toh gam na kar
tu dekar hi ho ja khushgavar

Pyaasa

wahan se ek boond mile
toh sagar lagta hai
jahaan se sagar mile
toh bhi man pyaasa bhatakta hai

inteha

kadam thakte tab bhi hum chalte
lekin aaj hum thak gaye hain

wah

kuch hosh nahi rahta,
kuch dhyaan nahi rahta
insaan mohabbat main,
insaan nahi rahta

- hindi movie sarfarosh

bacche

jinhe sapnon ki izazat nahi
woh yaadon ki panah main sote hain

Holy Dip

us ganga main amir garib
raja rank
sab koi dubki lagaye
kuch doobe kuch tar jaye

auchitya

is bhramaand ka auchitya yahi
ek pal ko bune
jismain mohabbat pale

(ok. that is lofty).

jaddojahad

har dard ko baantan nahi ja sakta
har chahat ko paya nahi ja sakta
par kahte hain ki thori si koshish se
har waqt ko hai kata ja sakta

chakra

raat jo le kar aayi thi
dhoop subah se woh auns le chali
ek aur raat aayegi
kal patte par phir auns jhilmilayegi

dua

khuda tujhe salamat rakhe
ke tu kai aankhon ka noor hai
teri hansi se roshan
kai gharon ki chardiwariyan
kai dilon ke chaukhane
khuda tujhe salamat rakhe
ke tu mohabbat-e-kohinoor hai

maykhana

har shaam peena yahan
agar jaam nahi
toh jeena kahan

(playing with words)

one evening

we sat by the creek
me and my heart
the flowing water reflected the evening light
and we followed the flow
me and my heart

some kids came and played
in a gentle wind the trees swayed
new shoots on old barks
their leaves were tender green

water overflowed the banks
and fell making a fall
we watched it make the ripples
me and my heart

baatein

jo tere labzon main nahi
woh tere chehre ne kahi

andekha

us hansi ke piche
sagar se gahra dard chupa hai

apnapan

apno ki kuch baaton ko
humne nazarandaz kiya
jo baat ko pakdenge
toh apne apne kahan rahenge

akaran

hi aankh bhar aayi
humne toh kuch socha bhi na tha

bahalana

har tamanna apne anjam mile yeh jaroori toh nahi
tamanna zindagi se hai zindagi tamanna se nahi

tasveer

dhalti shaam ne aaj phir
aasman rang diya hai
tere chehre par

A Simple life

What is a simple life? Is it where you go about your daily work with an ease of manner. Where you spend time with your friends and family, daily. Where you are not burning yourself to climb the ladder, where you have the time to enjoy the shade of a tree in the summer afternoon. Where you have the time to sit with a stranger, or take a stroll at the sunset. Where you can spare a dime for the needy, a kind word for the unfortunate, maybe a helping hand for the stumbling. Is it all that and more? It sounds like a retired man's life, really.

Jaded

You've tried everything in your capability. Done everything you could possibly. And then you dont get it; it doesn't hit you that moment. It hits you later one day, and you feel lost. Totally. And on top of that, you get advice. Do this, try that, this is what you should have done, this is what you need to work upon, this is how you get there, blah. The absurd thing is that the person advising you is trying to help you, but it worsens the situation. Then there is self-doubt, loss of self-esteem, loss of motivation. And you dont know what to do. As time passes by you heal up, gather yourself and struggle again. Only to find yourself going through the same scene, same act, same result. It's just that the other actors have changed. Then you give up the fight. That's when you are jaded.

Phark

haath ki lakeeron aur samandar ki lahron main yahi phark hai
ek badalti nahi, dusri thaharti nahi

dost

is daman main woh dua nahi
jo tere sar lag sake

jindagi

tu ohjal na ho jaye kahin
is dar se palken nahi jhapkeen

Passing

It is a pretty night tonight. The drive back to boulder, I saw white clouds spread across in the distance, spread as if a painter had taken a brush and smudged the sky white and grey and black. There, on one mountain was a really white cloud, the dark underneath and white made a good scene to the eye. It has rained in the evening and there were puddles of water on the apartment complex road. The trees washed in rain seem to shine more brightly in the streetlight; the streetlight continues to burn as the night passes. Soon it will be dawn, the birds will awake, and life will move.

He was probably sixty or more. We used to call him Baba, the name we had picked up the first time we had tea at his stall in second year. His stall was favorite morning and evening haunt for the students. We used to get a cut for two rupees and full for four. Evening, generally my roomie or some friend and I would go hang out there, read newspaper, or discuss. Baba was tall, long faced. He had a flowy white beard, mustache and still had hair on his head. He would normally wear grey full sleeves with shoulder straps, like the armymen. He would always hand out glasses and I thought he wouldn't know who had taken how many. It a was trust based system, I think. He wouldn't talk much, but he was very lively, animated. Sometimes we would get to watch him make tea from scratch, if we had reached early. He would have rolled his sleeves, would throw stuff in his big vessel; soon his arms and forehead would be filled with sweat and he would be making noises. "BRRroooommm". In joy or to entertain his audience, I dont know. Maybe both.

For three years, I must have gone to this place every evening, sat under that huge tree next to this stall while traffic passed by or stood in some other corner, talked with people, argued, listened, laughed. I have forgotten all of that, and it is not a memory which has remained significant. I don't recollect any incidences which happened there barring one, to my surprise. What I can visualize is the evening color, the tall full grown tree and it's roots seen outside the earth, Baba in his grey, making and serving tea, fumes rising from the tea and faces of my friends, people I knew in that time. I can almost see the scene, I just cant go there. It is past.

A Blue Evening

There not far below is a house amongst the pine trees. A portion of it is is lit and it looks a familiar color, though I can't recollect what. Today I sit at this viewpoint a few minutes up ahead of flagstaff. There's a small walk to this place from where my car is parked; when you come to the end, you are on a cliff that falls into a deep valley and you can see the ranges of mountains all the way, to the distance. Today, that horizon is filled with icy blue clouds. I can see boulder city lights to my right, and a few lights here and there in the ranges, the valley. Some birds have filled the valley with their twitters. As the day fades into the night, the blue of the clouds spreads, engulfing the valley. Down there, I can see the vehicles moving up the canyon; people returning to their homes in the mountains? Maybe. The white stone beneath has puddles of water, we did have snow last week. The lights have become brighter now, the whole city is lit, so have the lights in the valley.

Everything is dark blue now, I can see silhouettes of the ranges at the horizon, smudged by the clouds and the night. I remember now. That house reminded me of halloween lights, for some reason. I stare at the scattered lights in the silent blue for one more time, and walk back to my car. A few birds are still twittering. The moon even though still a crescent makes my shadow. A shadow in the crescent moon. And lo, the car looks shiny. And blue. Dark blue.

ik jindagi

jo mili bichadni hai
uska gam kya jo humne nahi likha
kya mile yeh hamare haath nahi

phir jo mila sar liya
jo nahi kuch aansun main chor diya
log kya samjhenge pata nahi
jo bhi diya man bhar diya

aise hi sahi
shayad tum bhi ji rahe
mohabaat main ik jindagi

Sukoon

It is a pleasant night. I want to continue listening to the songs in my car and so I go up the mountains now, windows rolled down to let the atmosphere in. Not my joke. The music, is more crisp in the silence of the night. I drive up baseline lost in a song, suddenly I can see the silhouette of flagstaff against a crescent moon. On my left there are the flatirons, visible clearly in the faint moon light. Or is it the city light? A few minutes up the curvy road is the viewpoint. I turn off the engine at the viewpoint and step out to feel the wind. The night sky is full of scattered stars and the moon, as always, is gentle enough not to hide them. The wind flows gently over the face, it's a cool breeze, the whole scenery is just beautiful. I am a bit lost in admiration and there's a feeling of sukoon, peace.

innocence

woh maati kumhaar ki
jyon dhalo dhal jaye

bayan

kaha kuch khaas nahi
baat idhar-udhar ki hi ki
lekin har nikalte labz par
tadakti aawaz sunai di

banjare

main chaloon, tu chale
jab tak hai dum
kadam chale
har basti
har nagar

Pyaas

boond-boond tarasta halak
har kimat chukane ko taiyaar

boulder

zo ek baar aaye, yahin ke ho gaye
jaya na jaye zauq, boulder ki wadiyaan chor ke

inspired by delhi-6 "kaun jaye zauq, dilli ki galiyan chor ke"

Shayar

humne toh bas do baat kahi thi
zamane ne shayar bana diya

what's up

a little bit-a work
a little bit-a supper
a little bit-a song
a little bit-a snow

Vichlit

choti batein kahi bhi na jaye
sahi bhi na jaye

I hope that I ...

A good song I just discovered.

a boulder pond

Mahatva

paise se na toliye ji
paise se na
jara fakir ki aankh main jhankiye
mol anmol dikhayi dega

A pic from longwood gardens, philadelphia

Snowfall

It has snowed all day today and there is nobody on the street, all things have settled to a natural quiet.
The trees and the houses are layered with snow
The roads are slushy, and the cars are slow
The lamps still burn in the white night, and the creek still flows
Falling flakes are seen in the lamp light
and the silence of the night grows

Today

the train splashed snow
and two pairs of eyes
saw it come and go

came from nowhere
to nowhere did it go
today
the train splashed snow

From The Ancient Mariner

I have come upon this poem once again, the last time I read it fully was probably never. I haven't read it fully today either. Here we go with an excerpt:

And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.

Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest !
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small ;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone : and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.

He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn :
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

गहराई

कभी कभी आँखों से दिखाई नहीं देती
बस महसूस हो जाती है

That Night

I sat on this cliff in front of a thundering ocean, waves lapping up the vast shore. It was a foggy night and you couldn't see far, but you could hear the waves coming. There would be a huge rumble, and you would see the sea of white flowing out from the fog, floating towards the shore. It was beautiful and frightening at the same time. You couldn't see anything, but you knew there was this vast body of water in front of you, the water was cold and endless. Many a seafarers had taken a ride in such waters, some had perished, some had lived. Though you were sitting in the security of the shore, yet, you felt there was a mystic might in front of you, and it raised your heartbeat.

I would switch back and forth, between admiring the waves, to listening to their rumble, to thinking of ones that occupy my mind. I called a couple of people I could that night, so they could listen to the waters. At one point in time, I took my shoes and socks of to feel the earth, closed my eyes and listened. The earth felt soothing, chilly. Then watched the waters again.

I sat there for another while and walked backed to find my landmark of the two palm trees, where I had parked my car. A few foot steps and you couldn't hear anything anymore, the sea was away, the moment was gone, the heartbeat was normal.

Sunset at the Ocean

Today, I took a sunset drive and walk on the beach. The waves came one by one, rushing, roaring, and it was a wonderful thing to walk on the sand. The waters spread end to end, vast, endless. There were a lot of gulls on the beach, probably feeding on stuff brought by the waves. A surfer boarded in the waves.

Khulapan

कभी नंगे पैर घांस पर चलिए
हमेशा जूते पहने रहेंगे
तो जमीन से कैसे जुडेंगे

ज्ञान

चार आखर हम जान कर
कहते औरन को अज्ञानी

बेजुबान

क्या कहूँ की जबान थम गई है
दर्द-ऐ-दिल की हालत बयां करने की हिम्मत नही है
जिन पैरों से हम आज शिखर पहुंचे
उनके साथ चल रहे कोई कदम नही हैं

(playing with words)

Shaam

महफिल-इ-जिंदगी मैं हर शाम नयी है
इतना जानिए
गयी शाम वापस नहीं है

Fashion

I've just finished watching this movie and I feel sad right now. Great performances by Priyanka and Kanangana.

साइन करुना

इतनी कीजिये
की आप हमे क्षमा करो
और हम अपने आप को

haar

मान ली है हमने
मुक्कदर के आगे

It is not that I follow everything

but I like writings like these.
------
The supreme good is like water,
which nourishes all things without trying to
It is content with the low places that people disdain
Thus it is like the Tao
In dwelling, live close to the ground
In thinking, keep to the simple
In conflict, be fair and generous
In governing, don't try to control
In work, do what you enjoy
In family life, be completely present
When you are content to be simply yourself
and don't compare or compete,everybody will respect you
------
From a translation of Lao Tzu writings
The last line actually goes completely against the world that I live in. Without competition there's no success, no escape from poverty, no prosperity.

Performance with tantrum

Watch this little one.

Jai Ho

Dance Performance!

Good song

I just discovered. Help me make it through tonight.

Vividh bharti ki aur se

pesh hai yeh gana. Although I must say, I dont like the picturization. It's a good song on a sad scene. I don't like the lyrics either. The melody is good, IMHO.

aisa kyun hai ki

हम कहीं और जाने की कोशिश मैं
जिंदगी कहीं और ले जा रही

प्रेरणा

फूल को नही चाहिए
खिलने के लिए

(related verse from bible: http://siphar.blogspot.com/2005/05/order_24.html)

moh

कुछ ने मुझसे कीजो
कुछ से मैंने कीजो
एक मानुस मोह मैं मरते देखियो
एक मानुस मोह मैं पलते देखियो

Chinta

My Nani's house used to have Shirdi Sai Baba's poster and 10 sayings in their middle room. Of these I remembered this one today

"चिंता चिता के समान है"

Insurance

is the price you pay for doing well in life. I don't say it's good or bad. It just is.

(Evening stu-pi-dity)

Slumdog Millionaire

When you are in a creative field, particularly something like film or music,” says Rahman, “you can be tossed between highs and lows, good reviews and bad reviews. To maintain equilibrium, you have to detach yourself and abandon yourself merely to the service of music — look at it all from a different perspective. For this, the destruction of the ego is very important. At the same time, there are ironic counterpoints. If you don’t have an ego you can switch on and off, you cannot make music, you cannot do something extraordinary. You have to be committed to the idea of excelling the standards you have set yourself, fulfilling expectations. So, there is a good ego and a bad ego. Something like music also draws you away into another energy field — money, fame, women. For a long time, these impulses used to pull me in separate ways — the desire to renounce and the desire to achieve. You can never perfect these things, but finally now, I feel I am walking in sync, with both impulses hand-in-hand.

Find the full profile over here. A R Rahman.

Kanchana says her brother wanted to be an ordinary boy — sleep late, play carom — and used to resist being woken at seven by his mother to practice the piano. But the mother, fervently knocking at temples, churches, and mosques, was determined to refuel the prophecy. Suddenly, around the time he was 11, destiny came knocking again. The family met Karimullah Shah Kadiri, a Sufi pir (at a railway station, goes the apocryphal story). Karimullah foresaw the boy’s entire future and said Dileep would come to him in 10 years. “That was the turning point,” Rahman admitted in a rare moment of candour to a CNN interviewer. “Everything happened as he said it would.”

The heart stirred.

प्रकृति

आज सुबह बे-पत्ते पेड़ पर एक चिडिया दी दिखाई
शांत सुबह मैं मिठास सी घुल आई

aaj

अपनी चारदीवारी मैं चक्की पीसते हुए

मैंने खनखनाती धुप देखि

सनसनाती बर्फीली हवाएं झेलीं

इधर टकराया उधर गिरा

कभी फिसला कभी फिरा

ऐसे दिन गया रात आई

पूछो मत कितनी थकन आई

और अब दे न बहार कुछ भी दिखाई

पर अब भी गब्बर सिंह

चक्की पीसिंग

चक्कं पीसिंग

(maay de snovboarding tude, a phev laains)

(I wrote it, translated to hindi in blogger and retranslated to english. This is what it became from "my day snowboarding today, a few lines").

mahatvakanksha

मैं कुतुब मीनार पर जा हुआ खड़ा

लेकिन कद फिर भी नही बदला

लोग कहते वोह देखो कुतुब मीनार चढ़ गया अगला

मैं हँसता कुतुब मीनार चढ़ गया पगला

लेकिन कद फिर भी नही बदला

main

मुझ मैं खोट है

लेकिन मैं खोटा नहीं

मैंने jhoot बोले हैं

लेकिन मैं झूठा नहीं

मैंने सच बोले हैं

लेकिन मैं सच्चा नहीं

मैं कौन हूँ?

मैं तस्वीरों की इस भीड़ मैं

अपनी तस्वीर तलाशता इंसान हूँ

Bebasi

हम तो मयखाना कल रात ही छोड़ आए थे
आज कदम फिर बहक गये

Kaash

के करवटें बदल के
सपने बदल जाते
हम लगे इस कोशिश मैं
की थोरे हम बदले
और थोरा दिल

A few lines from LOTR

I sit beside the fire and think

Of all that I have seen,

Of meadow-flowers and butterflies

In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

In autumns that there were,

With morning mist and silver sun

And wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

Of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring

That I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things

That I have never seen:

In every wood in every spring

There is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

Of people long ago,

And people who will see a world

That I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

Of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet

And voices at the door.

[Bilbo Baggins in LOTR]

Duvidha

सवाल यह नहीं की लोग क्या कहेंगे
सवाल यह की हम अपने आप से क्या कहेंगे

कोशिश

तोह कीजिये
पर ख़ुद बा ख़ुद खुल जायेंगे
आप खुले आसमान मैं उड़ना सिख जायेंगे

cheesy

mujhe pata nahi jindagi phir kabhi mauka de na de

aaj din accha hai, ishi bahane I want to say

happy valentine's day

दो पहिये

जिंदगी की गाड़ी के दो पहिये
पैसा और प्यार
कोई एक न हो तोह मुश्किल
क्यूंकि प्यार से पेट नही भरता
और पैसों से दिल

Ishq

ke shahar main

anginat galiyaan

har gali main ek kahani

kahin nayi kahin purani

kahin puri kahin adhuri

Naya Gana Man Bhaya

From 3 Idiots

kahi-ankahi

हर बात कहने की नही होती
कुछ बातों की अहमियत 

उनके अनकहे रहने मैं होती

(phir se playing with words)

Bhookh

लोगों ने ज्ञान के मोती कई बिखेरे
पर मोतियों से कहाँ किसी का पेट भरा है

बंधन

कुछ मिले बने बनाये
कुछ हमने बनाये
हर बंधन के संग
thore दुःख और thore सुख अपनी झोली आए

Samay

आज हम एक और पुरानी गली जा कर आए
जहाँ रोज़ आना जाना हुआ करता था
वहां ज़िन्दगी बहोत आगे निकल गई है
उस गली को अब हमारी जरूरत नही है

(तुम मुझे बूँद दो, मैं तुम्हे टब भर दूँगा। you give me a droplet, I'll fill the tub. smiley)

Raah

दोस्त तू मन की राह चलना
फिरआगे कुछ मिले न मिले
कुछ बने न बने
इस बात का गम न करना

(Easier said than done)

घर

वही जहाँ अपनापन मिले
बाकि बस चार दिवारी है
दो बोल हंस के आप बोलिए
दो कोई और बोले
तोह दुनिया सुनहरी तुम्हारी है

(वास प्लेयिंग विद वोर्ड्स। इंग्लिश इन हिन्दी इस फुनी)

New York

from a pair of eyes. Love the post.

The Beautiful Blue

I woke up to a deep blue sky over dark blue mountains. To say the least, it was mystic.

कुछ पंक्तियाँ

कभी सफ़ेद कभी नीले कभी हरे
कभी सुबह की लाली
इन पहाडों की छटा निराली

मैं निहारूं आँखें फैलाये
कभी पुलकित
कभी मुस्काए

इतनी सुन्दरता इन पहाडों मैं
की मेरी आँखें छोटी पड़ जायें
मेरी आँखें छोटी पड़ जायें

one more

Socho Kya Paaya humne Insaan Hoke

Main koi Jhoot Boleyan

Song from Jagte Raho. Love the motu Sardarji

Tumhara Dil

Nice Song from Gulami. कोई शक.

Another one, mere pi ko pavan

मय

के कितने भी प्याले खाली करो
वोह प्याला रहे भरा का भरा

bavra

मन करे बादल बन जाऊं
जहाँ हवा ले जाये
उड़ता चला जाऊं

Khamosssh!

I
Kill
You

- Achmed, the Dead Terrorist

rahat

kuch yun mili

subah ki hawa ne

maathe par haath phera

muskurahat

इस बात पर आई
की दर्द भी वही
और दवा भी

क्या कहें

की कभी कभी हमसे परेशां हो
आइना भी नजरे घुमा लेता है

ek khel bacphan ka

बचपन मैं माँ नीचे बैठ कर रोटियाँ बेल्तीं थी

और मैं उनके कंधे पकड़ कर खड़ा हो जाता था

बेलन आगे जाता

मैं आगे

बेलन पीछे आता

मैं भी

एक छोटा लोया मुझे भी दे दिया करती थीं कभी कभी

खेलने के लिए

सादा सा खेल था

मैं था

माँ थी

और रोटियाँ

If you are bored

Watch Daydream

आज दोपहर

बर्फीली सफ़ेद पहाडियां देखते
मैं घांस पर लेटा
नीले आकाश मैं तैरते कुछ बदल थे
बादल देखते देखते
आँख बंद हुई
और तमतमाती धुप चेहरे से टकराई
पल भर के लिए आज दोपहर
चैन की नींद आई

Federer

Post australian open final I haven't read any articles, didn't have the time or the inclination. I did want to write about it however. Whatever sports I've watched and followed thus far in my life, this was one of the greatest games I've ever seen. Of whatever tennis I've seen, it is my feeling, that the quality on display was unmatched in recent history, save the wimbeldon final last year. I had fun watching every bit of it, except the last set. In any case, here's to the hope that federer will find his faith in himself again, and enjoy his tennis again. When he'll play free of the burden of greatness, he'll win. Congratulations Nadal.

naadani

समंदर के किनारे
बच्चा रेत का घर बनाये
मैं सोचूँ हासिल क्या
नादान वो भी
और मैं भी

एक लगन

ऐसी जो छुपाये न छुपे
दिखाए न दिखे
लगाये न लगे
मिटाए न मिटे

अपडेट: copyright rin supreme

safar

एक छांव तले हम दोस्त बने
कुछ देर साथ बैठे
बातें ki
खाना बांटा
खेल खेले
ऐसे दिन बीता रात गई
नई सुबह हुयी
नए रस्ते मिले
इस उम्मीद संग अलग चले
के कहीं किसी छांव तले
हमारे रास्ते फिर मिलेंगे