POST 119

You are choosing tags for yourself. Whether you want to be tagged a failure for your failed relationship or successful for your profession. It’s you who are doing both. And few failures or successes can’t become a tag. Leave tags and behind. Start fresh… Carry on experiences you have achieved in the process… Not the tags… 🙂 🙂

POST 116

Zindagi ye bata, Chahti h kya??

Chhin ke sab mera, Mangati h kya??

Raste jo kho gaye, Jaun main kis dagar??

Begane sab lag rahe, mera na koi ghar.

Zindagi ye bata, chahti h kya??

Chhin ke sab mera, mangati h kya??

Uljhano mein doob ke, khud ko hi kho diya.

Har khushi ko mang ke, dard hi hashil kiya.

Zindagi ye bata, chahti h kya??

Chhin ke sab mera mangati h kya??

English:

Tell me life, what do you want now??

After snatching my everything, what else do you want from me??

As I have lost my path, where should I head to??

Everyone appears stranger here, I don’t have a home here.

Tell me life, what do you want now??

After snatching my everything, what else do you want from me??

Lost in confusions, I have also lost myself.

After wishing for every happiness, I have only received pain.

Tell me life, what do you want now??

After snatching my everything, what else do you want from me??

I’ll Be Happy

My family might never understand me… My boss might never be impressed by me… I might never find a satisfying job… My friends might never support me… The guy I love, might never love me back…

But still I’ll be happy. I’ll make sure that I be because in this entire world, if someone is responsible for my happiness. That’s me. No genie… No dream guy… No magic wand… is going to guide me to live my life better. It’s me, whose small decisions taken every day is going to bring the entire change. One step taken every day for creating a better life and a better me… 🙂

Breakup Poem

Hello… Although it’s a quite old poem but thought of sharing it recently… Hope you’ll like it and enjoy it 🙂

Even though if I waste hours crying,

What’ll I get in return.

Thinking of the same stuffs revisiting the same scenes,

What’ll I get in return??

I can be sad, break down in pieces

Think of the happy moments I have lost

I can consider myself a looser

Or regret to be the person, I hate the most

But the point is, what will I get in return??

Whether I blame you or blame myself,

What went wrong has already went wrong.

Even if I spend many nights crying for it

Or writing some tragic sad song.

The thing is, what will I get in return??

POST 114

Jab kalam uthaya to teri yaad aayi,

Jab koi geet gungunaya to teri yaad aayi.

Tujhe paane ki umeed to chhor di hai lekin,

Jab dua mein hath uthaya, to fir teri yaad aayi.

(When I picked my pen, I remembered you,

When I hummed a song, I remembered you.

Although I have lost hopes of having you but,

When I lifted my hand to ask for a wish, I again remembered you.)

SHE

She didn’t have the prettiest eyes in the world but when they twinkled with excitement, they were the brightest…

Her smile with those irregular teeth was warm and infectious…

Her tanned skin told tales of her passion and her fight with limitations…

Her hair all messed up danced with the tune of wild winds…

No kohl and no colors. Her simplicity, her originality and the fire which she carried within were her priceless ornaments…

She was alive like fire, bringing light to everything that crossed her. Stubborn like a river, creating paths through the mountains…

World’s rules of right and wrong, blurred in her vision. Humanity and freedom were her supreme law.