Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Nothing..just moving on...

Pyar hua iqrar hua hai, pyar se phir kyun darta hai dil
Kehta hai dil rasta mushkil, malum nahi hai kaha manzil

Suddenly I remember this song, opened youtube, and started listening to this forever melody. It reminded me that there was a time when true love and genuine feelings flourished.
In today’s fastrack (move on) insensitive world, somewhere I look for pure feelings, a genuine love and an unconditional acceptance which have been very ruthlessly replaced by “move on” concept. The insensitivity that has creep deep inside human’s blood have given rise to “move on” demon. We have so happily adopted it without realizing it’s ruining feelings which were once genuine.
There was a time when people were accepted along with their negativity. Now days, if we find little deviation of expectation from our partner, we adopt the devil “move on”. From caste and class, it has now shifted to baseless suspicion, wardrobe (for girls of course) and social circle to an extent, unfortunately the list is endless.
We all are becoming victim to insensitivity. There have been times where I have seen drops of tears being shed because of insensitivity. A girl in love being called characterless by the very person she loved. A young lad had being shoved away by the girl on the basis of his current income.
Where is the “trust”, where is the “patience”, where is the “forgiveness”, where is the feeling “yes, we are made for each other”. These words unfortunately now exist only in dictionary and hold absolutely no meaning in today’s insensitive world. The only words that hold meaning today are “move on”.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012


I think it’s the rain
It’s that melodious rain
That soothes all my pain
It’s that magical rain!

The silver drops of rain
As they fall on my face
 The calmness which I feel
Is the magic that it brings

I think it’s the rain
It’s that melodious rain
That embraces me with love
It’s that magical rain!

The silver drops of rain
As they hold my hand
I sing and dance with them
Forgetting all the pain
I truly thank the magical rain.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Apne Paraye

Kehtey hai log,koi apna nahi milta
Nadaan hai woh, jo yeh na samajhe
Jaroorat toh sirf thoda sa tham jane ki hai
Paraye bhi apne lagenge aye nadaan
Thoda sa tum bhi toh palat kar dekho
Badhtey kadmo ko rok kar, thosa sa tham kar dekho
Chhor aaye tum kitne apne, paraya banake
Jara sa tham kar, mehsus kerke dekho
Hai yakin humko
Fir na kahoge kabhi, koi apna nahi milta.