And how we laugh it away.. We do not know how strong we truly are..

We fear and worry everything that never actually happens
We kill ourselves dreading the uncertain and the dark hour

But do we realize that as we live it and it gets under our skin
We breathe easily, look it into the eyes and just laugh it away
We do not know how strong we truly are

We cry, shiver and sometimes scream dreaming of it
We grieve our helplessness and hate that deafness of the dumb

But do we realize that as it unfolds and spreads its wings
We wake up smiling, hum a tune and just laugh it away
We do not know how strong we truly are


We close our eyes tight sometimes to veil the illusions of our mind
We try to unthink the thought of it coming true

But do we realize that as it wraps itself around us and we begin to feel its warmth
We shrug off, embrace it and just laugh it away
We actually do not know how strong we truly are

His ways are not known. His will not shown.
But there is some magic that happens, that touches our lives.
A miracle or two with a blink of our eyes.
It is the belief that makes your dream true
It is the trust that sails you through

dil ki khushi jab aankhon tak aaye,
hothon ki hasi jab dil tak jaaye,
toh samajh lena kisi ne uska naam liya hai,
aur chupke-chupke humne usko yaad kiya hai!

mil na sakenge usey, hain duniya ke kuchh dastoor aise,
saamne bhi ho toh, awaaz na denge, hain uske kuchh kasoor aise.
par har subah aankh khulte hi uska khayal hai,
uske bina jeena har ek lamha, jaise ek saal hai!!

khwab itna mehnga

jab maine us roz apna khwab usey btaya,
toh khuda ne bhi bade ajeeb dhang se muskaraya,
kehne laga bada mehnge hai junoon tera,
jeb itni toh meri bhi bharii nahin,
koshish toh kar jab bola maine usey,
samandar, baadal, chand aur jangal dekar, usne mujhe behlaya!!

Confessions of a Rain Drop

"Oh, please do not wake me up from dreams of heaven and glory!!"

I was sleeping comfortably when I heard thunder of lighting from outside the home-cloud. Oh! is it the time to be dropped? Are we ready? I quizzed around. And it seemed that it was and we were all set to start. Any moment, I would be out in the air. Free and flying. Thrills of joy were running through my spine. At last, I would get a chance to explore the world outside my home-cloud. And as I was thinking this, I realized I had already started falling.

The feel was awesome. I was numb and excited at the same time. The speed with which Dear Earth was pulling me was amazing. I spread my arms and closed my eyes to feel the freedom and joy. I also shouted many woo-hooo's. I had never felt that way. It was so much fun. When I finally opened my eyes after believing that it was reality, I also saw many of my friends around getting the same opportunity. I could see them glee too and enjoying the fall.

But as Dear Earth started becoming visible to me, a wave of fear ran through my heart. It started beating heavily. The thought of touching the ground was taking my breath away, all of a sudden.

From the home-cloud above, the earth seemed uniformly nice and pleasant. It never occured then, that after coming close enough, I will realize that it is different at every small distance. At one place, it was covered with roses and at the other place, it was a filthy dungeon. In another place, infinite water in which I would merge and at some other place, it had a bed of sand.

On coming even closer, I realized that i could fall on a road-side puddle and get lost or on a leaf of a tree and rest there like a pearl. Or on a lip of a person or on the brow of a beautiful eye. I could make it to the shit of an animal or on the roof of a house.

I realized that all the fun of the journey was in the journey itself. And not the destination because that was something fated.

And I closed my eyes again to meet the fate with open arms as I felt I was just a raindrop and couldn't decide the place I finally rest in.

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 The above portray is not just the falling of a rain-drop but it can be compared to something as big as the journey of our life or as small as targetting a new venture. Or to falling in love or to starting anew for anything in life. ENjoy each of these journeys and not bother about the destination :). The fun lies here..

roz roz

roz nai aata pyar darwaze pe dastak dene..
roz karta nai waqt tum pe itne ehsaan
roz nai karegi ibaadat tumse dosti..
roz karta nai koi tum pe apni jind kurbaan
zindagi to mili hai sabko hi toufe mein..
par kismat se milta hai koi jo kare tumhara intezaar..
khud se pehle kare tumhara charcha khuda se..
saath tumhare rahe har mod aur har diwar
chhod ke jaoge use, hai kya itna aasaan..
muskuraoge jab sunoge kahin se lawz wo 'pyar'..
fir yaad aayega wo sapno ka makaan
jisme tum hote, wo hota aur hote khushi ke pal hazaar

Your silence..

Silence is bad, when it comes from you.
When I cry, and you do not reply.
When I am hurt, and you don't say a word.
When I am lonely, and your lips are pursed tightly.
When tears drip down my cheeks, and you are the one who never speaks.
When time is difficult a bit, and you do not say what should fit.
When it pains and it kills, and you are silent as lonely dark hills
Then I hate you like never before, and you do not love me, I become sure.