A Fable Of Dreams

एक दिखावे की दुनिया बस्ती है, इन चार दीवारों के बाहर। जो हम सबने देखी है! कुछ कहते हैं एक और दुनिया बस्ती है, इन चार दीवारों के भीतर। जिनकी खुशियों के लिए हम सब जीते हैं। ... और एक ऐसी दुनिया भी है, जो सिर्फ इन आंखों के भीतर अपना बसेरा बनाए बैठी है। इस दुनिया में न कोई अच्छा है और न ही कोई बूरा। यहां सब मुझसे है और सभी का मैं हूं। कुछ ख्वाहिशों के महल है, और कुछ आंसुओं की नदियां। इन सब से कुछ कोस दूर, इन्द्रधनुष के उस पार बस्ती है, मेरी छोटी सी एक खुशियों की कुटिया। ... न जाने कब और कैसे? इस छोटी सी कुटिया में मेरे छोटी सी खुशियों की एक विशाल पोटली कहीं लुप्त हो गई। मानों जैसे मेरे मरने से पहले ही मेरे सपनों की अस्थियां भी साथ ही कहीं दफ़न हो गई! ... अब क्या कर सकते है जनाब? यहीं तो एक ऐसी दुनिया थी, जहां सब मुझसे है और सभी का मैं हूं। इन आंखों के बाहर तो, इस दुनिया में, बस सबकी खुशियां ही तो है। और उन्हीं का शायद मैं "भी" हूं। ... मेरे मन की इस बात से अनजान, कुछ लोग, अक्सर यह सवाल मुझसे करते हैं-: "तुम्हारे सपने बहुत बड़े हैं, क्या कभी इन्हें पूरा कर पाओगे?" तो आज ...

  And there's a thing about colors: "They don't discriminate, Our classification of the colors does!" ~~Shades of Yellow~~ As a kid, I was always mesmerised by the sight of a rainbow! A rainbow filled with every hue. Blending into each other, yet so distinct! Standing in unison, Having its own bends and beliefs! I was one of those kids who always thought, there's a pot of gold at the point of origin of the rainbow! And this is one of the many things that kept me intact to my beliefs till the date! "My share of yellow treat!" . So here goes my 4 a.m conflicts! . Mind-"They say there's a pot of gold within each one of us but for claiming it, we must forget the buy commotion in our mind!" Heart-O Really, is that true? Maybe or maybe not! But, how am I supposed to believe that, Especially at this time, When everything seems to fall apart? Mind-Maybe there's still a pot of gold waiting for us, on the other side of the rainbow! .. (This craze...

"काफ़ी बातों में एक कप कॉफी।" "एक डर सा है कुछ ज़्यादा सुलझने में, एक डर सा है तुम्हारी बातों में उलझने में, जो अक्सर बतियाती हैं,  उसके होने की बातें,  जो तुम्हारा था कभी  और है नहीं,  पर फिर भी ना होकर भी वह तुम्हारा कोई अपना ही है! .. ज़िक्र आज शायद उसका है भी  और नहीं भी, यह वक़्त उसका ना होकर भी है यहीं, और मेरा चाह कर भी है नहीं। .. बस यहीं डर सा है,  कुछ ज़्यादा सुलझने में, एक डर सा है तुम्हारी बातों में उलझने में। जिनमें उलझ कर मैं तुझ में कहीं खो जाता हूं,  पर शायद तुम्हारे खयालों में नहीं!" .. "एक डर सा है कुछ ज़्यादा सुलझने में,  एक डर सा है खामोशी के साथ चलने में, जो अक्सर बतियाती है उसकी खामोशी में भी याद आती है, जैसे वो भी हो मेरा ही कोई अपना। .. ज़िक्र उसका है ज़रूर,  पर वक़्त हमारा है कभी नही  याद उसकी है मेरी ज़रूर, बंदिशों में उलझी ज़िन्दगी तेरी नहीं। .. बस यहीं डर है कुछ ज़्यादा उलझने में,  एक डर सा है खामोशी के साथ चलने में,  जिन्हे पहचान कर मैं रुक तो जाती हूं,  पर तुम्हें सुनाने की हिम्मत नहीं जो...

Blue as the sky Or, blue as the ocean? Seamless water, Or, lucid cloudy sky? .. Pretentious profanity Or, ostentatious fidelity? Prickly revelations, Aiding smothering shambles! .. Ahaan? Seems like the night's going to hit hard! .. Confining yourself to Minuscule trickling stream of thoughts? Or, making out a way Far away From all the superposed apprehensions? ...... Isn't it funny to see a pattern In all the disclosures? When all you need is a chance of "self-closure". Where, your very own insatiable self-ego, No more asks for a heavyweight set of apologies , For every gesture that was a move towards disparaging own "individuality"! .. It's funny, I know. That's what you're thinking. If not you, maybe most of them are. And even, when not "the most" of them are! I, still am! And that's not even the worst part. .. But, the worst part is I love the cliffhangers Or, maybe that's how I have groomed myself over the years. Trying to ...

  "किसी अनजान क्षितिज की ओर,  जहाँ सकून, रूहानियत, ख़ुशी  और सब तुमसे है !" .. "रूहानियत " .. Amidst the dark shadows, I found the soothing light The one who knew too much And still stood by! .. "खुशी" .. As I stood there watching the sunset, I knew this is it! When you're self-contented And the whole world Is no more a dream! No fears, A promise to keep. The activity of cranium is calm But still there is no sleep! .. "चेहरा " .. "Noor"-The face that has got too much to reveal! The constant smile: She always keep! .. "सकून" .. The eternal peace, One that's worth more than a thousand sniff! .. "रूह-ए-ख़्वाबीदा" .. The soul that keeps on pumping The happiness: we feel! No more tragedies to come, The beautiful dream each one of us is destined to live!

  "Was I kind to others? It was hard to nail down an answer. I worried that if I did turn out to have a personality, it would be one the unkind ones."- Conversations with Friends. ~~Intact, Yet So Broken!~~ As I lay low on my bed, I just realised: It's almost 4! ... Though they say: Nothing good happens after 2 But I just believe: There are days when nothing good happens at all! Depressing, Isn't it? .. Lately, I've been amused by the idea of "ambitions". Ambitions which are way too ambiguous, Often used interchangeably with "dreams". .. Yes, the same dreams which are meant to be felt when you fall asleep. But I don't know why, I can't have any. Maybe it's the fear of not keeping up with dreams or Maybe I'm too tired of trying. .. You see-these ambitions can be heavy. And so is your breath when you almost lose the sight of "them". .. "Them"- The people who were supposed to be with you but aren't actually,...

  Love, Jealous, Hatred, Vengeance! Or the Conception of prevailing sense of obscurity. ~Wuthering Heights.~ "He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!” .. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, The clock points at 3o'clock. .. 3 in the morning. Obviously! Wait, just don't tell me I'm hallucinating again! .. You see distinguishing between day dreams and nightmares has become tough these days. Like, I agree there's a fine line but the thin line seems to be faded. Honestly, I haven't been able to distinguish lately whether what I did was right or wrong! .. Coughing, Crawling, Drooling. Suffocation, Palpitations! Does it even matter? No, No, Not again. .. This is where it all began. The sense of obscurity over inclusion. The art of not fitting among the masses anymore. A series of "over analyzed" trails and here I'm with a host company i.e., always up with rants and...