Some couplets for a refreshing change - Part 2

Here are a few more couplets of mine, originally written in Urdu but have been typed in Hindi here...

होश और आवाज़ के जागीरदारों, 

कब तलक तजुर्बे करोगे? 

कभी नेक दिली से सच्चा इश्क भी करके देखो.

यह दुनिया फानी है यारो |

इसमें ज़न, ज़मीन, जेवर की नहीं,

मोहब्बत-ए-बशर  की तमन्ना भी करके देखो |

उस अजनबी की भी अपनी कोई मजबूरी रही होगी, 

जो तुझसे बिना जाने धोका कर बैठा |

यह तेरी भी एक कमजोरी ही होगी,

जोह अनजाने में भरोसा कर बैठा |

उस दरख़्त का एक पत्ता आज फिर टूटा, 

आखर कार निगाह बानो का साथ भी हमसे छूटा 

ज़िन्दगी भी एक अजीब फलसफे का है नाम,

जितना हमने इसको चाहा, उतना ही इसने हमे लूटा |

more on the way...................

Some couplets for a refreshing change

I've been attempting to be a multi-lingual poet (perhaps lacking finesse) against the advice of my friends. I started off by writing in English and then migrated to Urdu and intend to write something (anything) in Hindi and Telugu as well. 


I have few Urdu couplets to share, and although they are in Urdu , i had to type it all in Hindi as blogger doesn't support Urdu plus i wasn't in approval with other Urdu typing options available. So in case you don't get anything, you always have the option to ask me.



हमे तुमसे इश्क तोह इन्तेहा से ज्यादा है,

यह और बात के कभी इज़हार न करसके |

तुम्हारी हर अदा हमारी मस्सर्रत की वजह तो है,

यह और बात के कभी हम तुम्हे खुश न रख सके |

कहते  हैं चाँद पैदा करता है समंदर की हर लहर, 

चांदनी की कसम याद करते है हम उसे हर सहर |

इन्किलाबी जज्बे ने घोल दिया नसों में है वो ज़हर,

की अब क़दम चूमती है हर वो लहर

जिसका मकसद-इ-पैदाइश था धाना हमपे कहर |

किसी दरक्थ से एक पत्ता आज फिर टूटा,

एक मासूम की उँगलियों से उसकी माँ का हात आज फिर छूटा |

ज़िन्दगी से है मुराद बस उलझनों को सुलझाना,

हौसला रखो गर परेशानियों ने तुम्हे हर पल लूटा |

More couplets and shaayari on the way................

social netwroking: improves our lives/is our life

I've been using all kinds of social networking sites for as long as I can remember. I am not an addict though! I see all kinds of people attempting to get social and vocal in the public eye. There are wannabe-wannabes, serious attention seekers, profile fakers, stalkers, some just experiment, some use it as it is supposed to be used, some don't really use it but have profiles set up, while some advertise and educate others. The pros and cons of such usage can be debated endlessly in the paradoxic discussion. I don't know or care what category you belong to, but i thought of sharing some of my views that were formed several months back when twitter was about to become the new facebook. 

There are two versions of it.

1. This is the first and shorter one called simply as 'TWEET'

I tweet, I buzz, I poke, I scrap, I text.

You tweet? 1/10th of the world tweets.

Birds? They tweet no more in our ‘concrete’ jungles.

Mr.Tharoor tweets, SRK tweets, Rahul tweets.

LP tweets, Mtv tweets, Federer tweets.

They all tweet?

Birds? They only tweet hesitantly in the rains of vanishing AMAZON.

2. The second rather long version is called 'Breathe offline? Live online?'

You tweet, You buzz, You poke,

You scrap, You blog, You text.

You laugh, You ridicule, You praise,

You tease, You propose, You hate.

What about me?

You change status updates,

You enter chat rooms,

You change profile pics,

You add new friends,

Ignore/block some.

You comment on links,

Day in and day out.

As if a patient, You consider them pills.

You debate, You fight, You plead, You reject.

FB is cool? Orkut is chic? Hi5 is great?

You pen testimonials, You leave offlines,

You skip meals, you delay nature’s call, you ignore chores.

Aren’t you living online?

You have ‘m’ number of avatars on ‘n’ number of networks.

But does that yield anything constructive?

May be, May be not.

You have neither power, nor fame, nor money

Ready at your disposal.

happy networking..........................^_^

VIRGIN MYTHS

It was some days back that i saw this truck, and the vibration of neurons at its sight left an intriguing effect on me. The side of the truck said ACIDS AND SOLVENTS in bold letters of bloody red color. On its trail however there was this skull and bones sign that threatened, not that orthodox danger rather it screamed 'virgin'. I managed to gather some gags before realizing that the truck or the one's who labelled it unintentionally(presumably) stated that virgins are synonymous with danger. It also made me wonder, why is it  that every time our ear drums are struck with the word 'virgin' our brain cells think of it in sexual context? Why don't we use the word virgin for referring to anything that is in its pure state. There has to be some sort of a sane explanation to this. Is the state of being a virgin SAFE or loosing it is dangerous or vice versa and when and why. Why are we always hell bound to the axioms of the society laid down largely on irrational beliefs? I wonder as I ponder!!!

ps: why do we think of women when talked of virgins? Can't men be virgins?

Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize for Young Indian Poets

What?  --   Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize given by Rayaprol Trust.
Who?   --   Indian poets aged 20-40 years who write in English.
Why?   --   To get your poetic sense recognized plus the winning prize is Rs.10,000/-
When? --   Beofre the 1st of September 2010.
Where?--  To the address given in the below poster.

It was Aditi Machado from Bangalore to win last year, it would fascinating to see who bags it this time.

Help at standby

It was a day like any other and I was just in time at work. I was going upstairs towards my cubicle when I saw this really pretty girl waiting near the elevator. I instantly developed certain liking for her. Hold on.... I am not going to talk about the girl alright? When I noticed that she was on a wheel chair which a probable friend of hers was pushing, I couldn't help but thank God for being fortunate to be able to take the flight of stairs. I forgot everything after the time that followed and got busy rushing towards the deadlines. When I was leaving office for home in the evening, I passed the same elevator and it reminded me of the same pretty lady in the wheel chair. On my way back steering through the busy roads, suffocating in the pollution I was thinking and hard as to how the day of that girl would typically be. 

We all have certain jobs and chores to perform on a daily basis, even the jobless folks generally schedule and device methods for slaughtering time. We all generally wake up early; check our inboxes, ready ourselves for the office or for school or whatever not to mention other important activities of the morning. All of the actions are carried out with a constant eye on the seconds hand and then we steer our way through the busy roads so that we do not end up getting late. During weekends we either stay late in the bed or hang out with friends from dawn to dusk or just spend it with our charmed ones. The bottom line is, we can call ourselves independent at least physically. But, do we ever ponder about a very mundane question? How would our lives and weekends be if we were physically challenged? Even the slightest of such thoughts give me goose bumps. I would prefer dying to sitting on a chair for my entire life. I do not know if the girl because of whom i am writing this is disabled by birth or an accident may have been the cause. It really doesn't matter. Does it? The fact remains that you can’t ride, can’t walk, can’t play, can’t enjoy, and can’t even do your personal stuff alone. Your whole life would be a compromise and all you’d get is sympathies from others. You need help at standby all the time. I wonder if I was her how would my thought process be. Would I be able to respect my own self? Would I whine all the time and hate God hate myself and hate everyone else? Had I been in that pretty lady’s chair, I wouldn’t have been so courageous to stand shoulder to shoulder with normal folks and excel. It takes a special kind of courage to shine when God has been partial towards you. You become specially-abled and give a reason for normal people like me to get inspired from. Hats off to all those who gather such guts albeit facing grave challenges. May GOD bless you all with more courage and successes!