Someone asked what's my favorite day

And that's how everyday becomes a new day for me.

I INTEND ©

It's been a fortnight since every man celebrated his birthday with the dawn of a new year and everything is still the way it was. There's inflation everywhere, people are sick, nation's in a crisis and what not. On the new year's eve however we were in a pretense and  celebrations, get to-gethers, resolutions became a part of this package. I personally do not believe in resolutions, especially those of the New Year's. I happen to celebrate every day as a new day and scheming about the future doesn't often yield anything constructive. However, upon being questioned and forced to tell my resolution if I were to ever make one, I thought of describing it lyrically and what best way to express it than with a poem. So, the below is a resolution of mine if i were ever to make one. It's been titles I INTEND.

poems i will write

that are short, happy and bright

books i will read

about love, morals and speed

words i will talk

sans pretence, prejudice and mock

songs i will listen

of rock, country and fusion

kind i will act

with joy, devotion and tact.

A living tribute to all the teachers

                      Teaching as I've always said is not to gather some words and vomit them in front of the class filled with students . In my opinion every other person that we talk to is our teacher in some strange may be direct or indirect fashion. The actions or words or behavior can all be inspirational or motivational maybe irritating giving us some kind of knowledge and helping us to understand some strange and ugly truths of life.

                       Having said that, teaching in four walled room in front a class filled with learners and leaving a mark on them as a teacher is a big deal. This poem of mine is a tribute to all such teachers who take so many pains and make lengthy efforts for a successful lecture. It also does speak about the connection between the teacher and those being taught. This poem was written in an attempt to amplify a quote by Jacques Barzun "teaching is not a lost art but the regard for it is a lost tradition" and yeah the rhyming scheme has been deliberately kept.

ps: i am against the proverb "those who can't, teach"

here's the poem:

Don’t shun the redemption!   ©

Teaching to be in is a sacred profession

But the regard for it seems an extinct tradition

Even the best of mankind was taught via divine revelation

I wonder why we amateurs seldom pay attention

Teaching if only we knew demands volumes of attention

But we rejoice even upon a solitary aberration

Even when trivial works demand appreciation

I wonder why we are enraged upon alteration

Teaching is a vital tool of rescue from devastation

But we refuse to employ it for our salvation 

Even the lethargic is active in commotion

I wonder why expect outcome sans exertion 

Teaching is the signboard en route to our destination

But we aren’t worried to redefine our direction

Even in this day and age of intrepid modernization

I wonder why we hold back our apprehension 

Teaching is a true art if truth I need to mention

But we devalue it thanks to our misinterpretation

Even supplication requires sound evaluation 

I wonder why we aren’t vigilant as in a congregation

Some couplets for a refreshing change - Part 3 (the conclusion)

On my own here i go with presumably the last in this series of couplets, before i write once again something worth sharing. These  have been written on an experimental purpose, but do try to emphasise on the meaning and ponder about it (if you may please to).

सच कहो मुखालिफत से क्यों डरते हो?  

ए ईमान वालों मुशरिकों से क्यों पिचढ़तेय हो?

अरे हर शय का तोह राजिक-ओ-मालिक है इक खुदा,

तो फिर क्यों यह तेरा वोह मेरा झगडते हो?

मुश्किलों भरे सफ़र में ख़ुशी की तलाश करते हुए

हम चल तो पड़े 

चलते चलते राह में आराम तलबी का जी चाहा ही,

की तभी हमें कुछ नज़र आया.

गफलतों का एक घना दरक्थ .

उसकी ग़म भरी छाओं में इत्मीनान की चादर ओढे हम अभी सोये भी न थे

की आपकी रहज़नी का शिकार हुए.

 आपको हमसे हासिल हुआ भी तो क्या? 

हमारी मुफलिसी!!! 

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..........................^_^

NEW NOSTALGIC NOTES

Trying to understand one more vital clue, 

From the vast surroundings of info as I usually do.

Unsure of what my reaction would be,

My thoughts gazed constantly at my unevenly sewn shoe.

Suddenly, my rather razor-sharp mind disallowed thoughts to be fetched,

As I was left wondering why I pleasantly suffered

Even, when I accessed so many clues classically etched.

Swiftly then, I discovered doom as it stalked.

Grunting grisly as I ran and it smoothly walked.

An introspection steadily then to me occurred,

Defreezing my breathing corpse as my sight blurred.

With that sense of nausea I plunged.

Plunged into an ocean of opinions, bubble sized

And in those micro units of time I pondered.

What is darkness? Absence of light?

Is cold lack of heat?

What is silence? Absence of noise?

Is foolishness lack of intellect?

What is hate? Absence of love?

Is a straight line lack of curves?

What is dread? Absence of courage?

Is inability lack of knack?

I can’t decide. I am more than moron!

But I heard a resonation suggesting it’s a matter of perception.

Like white comes to light only after VIBGYOR amalgamation,

One may call it impure, the other a perfect unision.

                                                                                                                - mscube

A2D  ó  D2A *

   {* AIM 2 DREAM ó DREAM 2 ACHIEVE}

They come they go,

What’s with dreams have you ever tried to know?

They only are an enactment of our minds show!

Our mind, but is a permit less traveler,

That admires wandering all over,

But solace it could forego never.

Dreams often lead to a brand new way,

A way where mind is free to swing and sway,

Ready to define a day as night or a night as day.

Our mind constantly endeavors to succeed,

All it demands is the count to exceed,

Jostling to go any farther to accomplish the need.

But dreams I say cater to all our needs,

Endlessly attempting to renovate our deeds,

Nevertheless! Our mind rarely succeeds.

                                                                    - mscube