फिर ले आया दिल खोल के वो बंद हो गया पन्ना
किसी किताब के बीच में मोड़ के रखा था दुबारा खोल के देखने के लिए
यादों कि चुटकी बिखेर गया नीरस से जीवन में
पतझड़ के पेड़ों के बीच में जैसे फूलों सी महक बिखेरते हुए
उस किताब पे सिर रख के सो गए थे गहरी नींद
ऐसा लगा जैसे सपनो कि दुनिया में भूल ही गए हक़ीक़त को बदलते हुए
वो बंद पड़ी अलमारियाँ यकायक खुलने लगी जैसे अपने आप
जादू के लम्हे की तरह हम कुछ पीछे चले गए अचनचेत से
कल के अँधेरे में डर सा लगता है और आराम भी मिलता है अजीब सा
हिम्मत बता नहीं पा रही है कि और चल पायेगी मेरे संग
उम्मीद के चिराग में बढ़ते जा रहे हैं रास्ते को खोजते
लगता है कभी पुरानी सड़क पे जा के खुलेंगी ये गलियां
उन गलियों में पुराने लोगों के बीच उन्ही लम्हों में
जहाँ रंग खूबसूरत थे और बातें सपनो की होती थी
आसमान में उड़ने की ख्वाहिशें अपने पंख फड़फड़ाती हुई
भूल जाती थी कि उड़ने वाले गिर के ही ज़मीन पे वापिस आते हैं
An old letter from 26/12/2013
A little girl about 5 years old, who was very fond of her grandma was once asked- how would you live when you get married?
To which she innocently replied – But why would I get married again? I’m married to my grandma!
Such is love and such is a child’s reciprocation of love. Their love was an example that people would speak about- love of a grandmother and her granddaughter.
For Ana (the granddaughter), she learnt everything from grandma. She was introduced to the concept of love, God, prayers, tastes of the world, belief by her grandma and even, Rubiks cube.
For grandma, Ana was always right; even if she called a day as night. They forgot the world in each others company and Within each other they found their world.
Love doesn’t know the relation or the age or anything else. Make the most of it while you’re blessed with people who love you.
For the lifeline she was and will always be,
I’m dreaming of something,
Running after it,
I did not look,
At Broken Hearts,
or may be Surprises.
I was busy,
for the guy,
who would come,
he would bring.
I did not realize,
he might be waiting,
for his happiness,
for his girl,
for his dream!!!!
Taken from an old Blog Post: Delusion Friday 22 Oct 2010
There is this fragrance that brings inside you a sensation, it makes you feel that thrill.
Its not your fault. No money can buy that smell of your lifetime. Nobody can give you that happiness as that scent. No one but that one particular person or thing could make you feel so good.
And you love it beyond everything. There is this one word which makes you dance beautifully on that tune which plays in your ears. That voice is such that you want to hear it again and again. Praying that somebody puts it on an infinite loop and you can keep hearing that forever.
It can be a rumble, can be the chirping of a bird, can be a tune or anything or it can be a person calling your name or your nickname. There is this touch that is just nothing but memorable. Once in a lifetime types. The touch makes you feel the safest on this earth, tells you that you are never alone. Assuring you that nobody can harm you, nothing can ever scare you. You are sure you will never fall.
There is this moment, the most special moment of your life which you can not forget, the moment which takes your breath away just to tell you are still alive, living the most beautiful times.
Those moments steal every part of your life to give it the colors of the rainbow. The sky is not just blue. The clouds form shapes that only a word like bizarre can put forward.
And there is this one person who makes a difference in your life, to leave it completely different; like never before. And you are left hypnotized by what happens. Sometimes unexplained or explained but the variations that occur henceforth are beyond one’s control. And everything just goes as haphazard. You know everything but you cant speak out. And then as they say, its not a big deal!!!!
Taken from an old Blog Post: Erotus- it’s unique!! 12.10.2010 Tuesday
As I grew up to be 26 year old, I’ve realized a few things:
- Smile at random strangers, it doesn’t kill anybody.
- It’s OK. Seriously, everything’s OK. Live with it.
- Breakfast is important.
- Being happier is more important than being rich/ successful/ social/ everything else that you can imagine.
- Don’t rush up. Just relax. There’s no hurry to die; we would reach there when it’s required.
- Madness is fine. Nobody cares.
- Love a lot. Talk to everyone. You would only learn.
- Help people. They might be needing it.
- And, most importantly; Nobody in this world can ever be compared to your parents.
Added 2 more points to it:
- Thank a lot. Every second of this life, howsoever it be, is a blessing.
- Don’t struggle to remember incidents, things. It isn’t worth.
Taken from: https://www.quora.com/What-are-some-things-you-realize-as-you-get-older/answer/Ana-Aggarwal?srid=26Yv&share=17739cca
When I look at these walls that bind me,
The dungeons they seem, the inhibitions I see;
The bird fluttering inside the golden cage,
To this lock of matter who will hand over the key?
I collect the pebbles, the thorns and those sea shells,
The years have passed by from the times when I started drowning in these wells;
Hurt by my own prejudices, smiling onto those urchins,
Love will find its own way, the mother angel tells.
The sky seems unreachable and so is the top of that distant mountain,
Going deep into mines, who assured there won’t be a stain;
Lurching after that happiness, scratching those wounds,
In this run for life, I’ve forgotten me dancing in the rain.
The darkness prevailing, night shadowing, no source of light,
My eyes blurred, when will the dreamland be back in sight;
The drinks pouring in, amazed at who is unconscious,
The weird surroundings, mesmerized, when will the dulls be again Bright??
Taken from an old Blog post http://aggarwal-ana.blogspot.com/2010/10/virtually-conceded.html dated 14.10.2010
Why is life so entangled? How much time it takes to admit you are wrong?
How many roads do you need to travel before deciding onto which is the right path?
How many years to choose your line of action?
How many mistakes are to be committed before being right?
How many years of commitment are needed before accepting you were hopelessly in love with that special someone?
How many betrayals, cheats?
How many errs?
And how much love you want in your life to come out of that feeling of being cheated?
How many friends so as to convince yourself that you are not alone?
How many reasons are required to smile back?
How many split seconds are asked for to define that moment of a lifetime?
What life tried to teach is always different from what you learn.
Who is to be blamed on that account?
The life, the lesson or the person.
Signing off with so many questions whose answers are yet to be found for the life!!!!!!!
Taken from an old Blog http://aggarwal-ana.blogspot.com/2010/10/erring.html dated 17.10.2010