राही मंज़िल की तलाश में....

When I say... I'll be your home....  Somewhere in the heart I know that all I can be is your peace only... I can't be a fixed place like home... I can make you feel like home... I can love you like home... I can shelter you, comfort you like home... But I can't be something like a fixed and non moving object...  Because, I am like river. I can't stop, it's my basic nature to move forward, go with the flow. I am like the sunsets you see in the mountains... You can't own them but you know it's yours... The peace, the joy, the tranquility you feel at that time is yours, no matter how many people are having the same experience at the same time at the same place... You feel it in you...  That feelings of yours is me.... Your peace is me... The urge of finding its path by the flowing river is me.... I can't be a calm river surrounded by my own space...  I can't be a fixed place like home... I never was....  So, let's go together.... Living ...

When I move ahead in the search of the purpose of my life... Just be there... Whenever I find myself lost in my own clumsy thoughts... Just be there.... Wherever I want to cry my hear out.. just be there.... Whenever all I need is my own space and silence... Just be there.... Be there when I am choosing wrong paths... Be there when I couldn't find myself settled anywhere... Be there when I don't need anyone.. Be there when I am unable to do things as everyone wishes me to do... Just be there when I have words roaming in my mind and still lips are locked... Be there in my every passing breath.. Be there in my blank pages and story whenever anyone reads... Just be there when I let you go... Be there when I say no... Be there in my last time... Just be there to complete my storyline....

Eyes, your eyes... I have fallen for your eyes... तुम्हारी नज़रों में ख़ुद को खोया हुआ पाया है मैने। इनके सिवाय कोई गहराई इतनी गहरी है ही नहीं कि जहां से डूब के निकला नहीं जा सकता है। पर इन आंखों की, तुम्हारी आंखों की बात में और क्या बात लिखूं, बस कहा ना इनमें ख़ुद को खोया हुआ पाया है मैंने। लेकिन ये नजरें सब पर मेहरबान हैं, और बड़ी बेखबर भी हैं। क्योंकि ये मुझे जानती ही नहीं। So, Yes I have fallen for your eyes and they don't know me yet.... ❤️

What are the signs of getting old... Getting wrinkles on your face, saggy muscles, uneven skin tone... All these I guess... While being on trek.. I often get tired, I often start breathing heavily, my legs gets hurt, I get cracked foot, uneven skin tone and dry skin due to not sure environment and uncertain whether... Your hair gets frizzy and dull... Chipped lips and cracked chicks.  When you walk miles your muscles do get fatigue and every bones of your body scream out loud and wants to just get settled with some cosy sleep and your mind doesn't allow you to do that, you pull out yourself from your comfort zone, is that the sign of aging.... Your barely comb your hair and use of makeup.. Aww.. no..no..no... Just washing your face in the flowing water is more than enough for you.. The pain in your legs which doesn't let you sleep and you get to experience of an abnormal heartbeat...  If these are the signs of getting old... Then I am going through it, and trust me loving and ...

When I say... I am a moon person... I literally mean that i love watching the moon... I love the way moon acquires different shapes... Or the phases which teach us the different timeline of our lives as well....  Have you ever seen the surface of the earth in the cosmic ocean... Where moon touches the water and radiates a light... Which has the power to heal everything ever hurtful happened to us... For me moon is like my secret partner as i always talk to him... And he knows.. he knows everything that eventually I try to hide and surpass everytime.... Some part of us knows that what we are doing is not right but still we do... We know where these thoughts are coming from has no specific origin.. but we do believe and live in that self created imagination world.. and we do tell ourselves to forcefully stay on that... Why can't we be generous on ourselves...  Why can't we accept ourselves as we are... Though the moon teaches us the same... Like moon.. yes I am all a...

आओ बात करें उसकी। वो  जो मैं हो सकती हूं, आप हो सकते हो, या ऐसा कोई भी हो सकता है जिसे ये कहानी छू जाए। एक शाम यूं ही अपने बिल्डिंग के छत पर बैठा था वो। धीरे धीरे सूरज ढलते देख रहा था। देख रहा की किस तरह सूरज की लाल किरने अपनी लालिमा से सबको छूती हुई जैसे सबसे मिले अलविदा कह रही हों। हवा भी बहुत तेज़ चल रही थी। बार बार आती तेज़ हवा जब उसे छू का गुजरती थी तो मानो कुछ कह रही हो। लेकिन पता नहीं, दिन भर उत्साह के साथ काम करने वाला वो आज इतना उदास क्यों बैठा है। क्यों वो हवा की भाषा समझ नहीं पा रहा था। किरणों की लाल छटा भी उसे अलविदा जैसे क्यों लग रही थी। क्या पता हमेशा पेड़ पहाड़ प्रकृति की बातें और से बातें करने वाला, आज तो हवाओं को भी हार मनवा देगा। इतना उदास तो उसे तब भी नहीं देखा जब काम के सिलसिले में अपने परिवार से दूर सूदूर किसी नई जगह पर जाना पड़ा था उसे। आज उसकी मुस्कान कहीं गुम थी। वो चुप चाप बैठा था, हाथ में उसके एक कागज़ था। ज्यादातर ऐसा होता है कि जब आप अपने काम के सिलसिले में किसी नई जगह जाते हैं तो थोड़े वक्त में आप उस जगह को और जगह आपको अपना लेती है।  ले...