सुखा सा , अजीब सा वक़्त का पत्ता है
ज़िन्दगी के इस मोड़ पर सब खट्टा है

कुछ था मेरा जो दूर जा रहा है
आकाश का सूनापन, मन में समां रहा है  

If only I could describe the pleasure in dance

Dance is like making IT beautiful. The Life.

As the music is played and you start moving yourself on the beats, the effortless joy that you get is impeccable.

No thought crosses one's mind nor contaminates the soul. Dance brings you closer to God because it is pure and unadulterated. Yes, it is.

After seeing the world with an adults eye, it is very difficult to find a color in life that doesn't have a dark spot. Everything around us has been touched by dirty greasy hands such that now we know that the beautiful things aren't really beautiful, colourful patterns aren't really colourful, the sweetness in the air is bitter when tasted. As a child, what appeared to us as a blue sky, now, when seen closely has dark clouds.

Dance, on the other side, is something so pure and natural. It is in fact a feeling of freedom. Freedom of you from yourself. We keep ourselves captivated in thoughts and reveries. Our bodies are captivated in the comforts of leisure. Dance pulls us out from behind these bars. It gives us a chance to breathe freely, freedom to know ourselves, our limits and freedom to raise the bar for ourselves. Dance gives us all that we unknowingly have been longing for.

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..