ओझल हो जाएँगे

  कहा था तुमसे, एक दिन यूँ ही बातों बातों में, समंदर के किनारे जब बैठ के देख रहे थे आती जाती लहरों को   आएँगे कभी चुपके से देखेंगे तुझे दूर से और लौट जाएँगे तुझसे ना कहेंगे ना बतलाएँगे कन्नी से देखेंगे अपनी और यूँ ओझल हो जाएँगे   अगर कभी ढुंढोगे ना […]

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कहा था तुमसे, एक दिन

यूँ ही बातों बातों में, समंदर के किनारे

जब बैठ के देख रहे थे आती जाती लहरों को

आएँगे कभी चुपके से

देखेंगे तुझे दूर से

और लौट जाएँगे

तुझसे ना कहेंगे

ना बतलाएँगे

कन्नी से देखेंगे अपनी

और यूँ ओझल हो जाएँगे

अगर कभी ढुंढोगे

ना मिलेंगे

ना ही मिल पाएँगे

आँख के कोने से कभी अगर बहा एक अश्क

पोंछ के उसे ज़रा मुस्कुराएँगे

समझ जाएँगे

हर कहानी के मुकाम मे

अपना फलसफा गुनगुनाएँगे

ना समझा कोई ना समझेगा

अधूरेपन मे ही इसे पूरा कर जाएँगे

और जब एक दिन रुखसत मे दिल से बुलाएगा

तुझे हम बड़ा याद आएँगे

बस यूँ ही हम तुझे सताएँगे

और फिर बस यूँ ही ओझल हो जाएँगे

Birthdays deserve a post!!

No matter how unexcited I be
and the age keeps pestering me,
Someone said a Happy Birthday in advance
And my smile was back with a dance 💃🏻

My Birthday is my most favourite day of the year; of the month and even of the week. Birthday is a birthday.
I feel less excited than I used to be as a kid. (Mind it, a single Birthday still is more exciting for me than probably someone's entire life incidents may be).
I start waiting for it in phases and I have my different set of countdowns for it:
As soon as the year starts.
27th June tells me it's just a month.
I love July and as it starts.
10th July is my sister's birthday and I just have to wait for another 17 days.
20th July and its seven days and those seven days are my happiest days of the year.

I cannot be calm, literally and figuratively and any adjective may be happily added to it- excitedly 😝
Ohh, how I wait for this day!!
As a kid, I would save my dress for Birthday. Even if it was a dress I got for Diwali. I had to wear a new one on my Birthday. It was never really a party but I loved distributing toffees, candies when in school- wearing the colourful clothes (which were mostly white- white being my favourite colour). And most of all, I've always loved the attention the Birthdays bring with them. I loved all of it.
I had a few rituals for the Birthdays (some remain, some just made peace with time- I had to grow up):
Visiting the temple (its on)
Toffees and chocolates for everyone (replaced by sweets)
Cake cutting (its on)
Calls and messages (they're on and I reply as enthusiastically as it's a kid enjoying them)
Oh, new clothes and dresses (so much more now)
Evening Puja (its on)
Counting of Birthday wishes (I understand they mean much more than the count now) (grew up 😂) – I count my blessings now

I love monsoons and rains and July.
Even when Birthday now means a number which tells me I'm getting old. It bothers me quite a bit only till someone tells me- Happy Birthday in Advance. The happiness of the Birthday is much more than the gloominess of the number which counts my age. There could never be anything which makes me feel like a kid as much as my Birthday.

More on this during the day. Much love for everyone reading through!!
A. ❤️

वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे 

कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे, इश्क़ समझ आये ना आये
तू क्यों है ऐसा जैसा तू है, कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे

क्यों हुई मोहब्बत हमें, कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे

अधूरे लफ़्ज़ों के वो टूटे बंधन, बिन बोले आँखों से तेरा कुछ कह जाना

क्या कशिश थी तेरे दीदार भर में, कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे

लम्हे तन्हाई के भी अच्छे लगते थे, इंतज़ार की घड़ियाँ बस यूँ ही बिता देना

क्या नशा था वो एक लम्हे की मुलाक़ात में, कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे

अच्छा लगता था तुझसे बातें करना, तेरे इक इक अलफ़ाज़ पे जान निसार करना

क्या जादू था तेरे लबों की एक मुस्कराहट में,

कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे जाग के रात को निहारना,

सपनों में ही तुझे पा जाना क्या ख़ुशी थी तेरे हो जाने में,

कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे क्यों तू अच्छा लगता है,

कभी वक़्त मिला तो सोचेंगे

अजनबियों सा अपनापन

जब कोई अजनबी हो के भी अपना लगे
जब सच्चाई भी एक सपना लगे

कब था तू अजनबी, कब अपना हो गया

तू मेरे आसमां का जो इक सपना हो गया

चंद पल ख़ामोशी के, चंद लम्हात तेरी बातों के

समेटे कुछ आँखों में और कुछ दबा लिए दिल में

अपने कुछ गहरे राज़ आ गए जो यूँ ही लबों पे

चुरा लिए थे जो अश्क़ कुछेक तेरी पलकों से

कुछ तुमने कहा कुछ साँसें बता गयी थी

मीलों की ये दूरी पास ही तो ला गयी थी

ना कभी कुछ अच्छा लगा था ना था भरोसा मुझे

फिर तू क्यों लगा एक ही पल में अपना मुझे

जाने कैसा रिश्ता था यह, जाने क्या था यह अहसास

तेरे अलफ़ाज़ लगे अपने ही और तू हुआ एक सांस

अनकही सी यह कहानी कुछ दिनों की या चंद घंटों की

पुरानी ऐसे जैसे चलती हो कुछ दशकों सी

ऐसा क्या यह जादू एकतरफा हो गया

कब था तू अजनबी, कब अपना हो गया!!

मेरे जज़्बात- कुछ अल्फ़ाज़

कुछ लफ़्ज़ों में लिख लिया करता हूँ, जब तेरी याद आती है

अपने आँसू खुद ही पोंछ लिया करता हूँ, जब तेरी याद आती है

I write a few words, when I remember you
I wipe my own tears, when I remember you

मैं अक्सर जज़्बाती हो जाया करता हूँ

तेरा ज़िक्र मुझे मेरी तन्हाई की याद दिला जाता है

लम्हे, अक्सर तेरी कुछ बातें मेरे ज़ेहन में कौंधती रहती हैं

इशारे, तेरी छुअन, तेरी हथेलियों की नमी

सब भाग के आ जाती हैं

और बैठ जाती हैं मेरी पुरानी कुर्सी के साथ,

नहीं तो पलंग पर रखे सफ़ेद सिरहाने के पास

कभी कहीं कोई तस्वीर तेरी, धकेल देती है मुझे

पीछे

कभी बहुत दूर

तेरी मुस्कराहट, होठों की लाली, तेरी एक लट

और घुंघराले बालों की भीनी भीनी खुशबू

एक जादू सा है या एक नशा है अपने आप में

वक़्त ये सच है या वो एक सपना था,

पूछता हूँ खुद से जिस चाँद की रोशनी में तुझे ताका करता था 

वो भी अजनबियों जैसा बर्ताव करती है 

या तो सब वैसा ही है 

बस मैं ही बदला हूँ शायद 

जो मैं अक्सर जज़्बाती हो जाया करता हूँ इन छोटी छोटी बातों को ले कर!!!

When Love knocked the doors!!

Krit and Ananya never thought how life would span out to be!! But that’s life- unpredictable, yet happening right in front of our lives.

Krit and Ananya were inseparable. Despite growing up in different households, they never really missed each other. All they had to do was to put their head out of the balcony, and there was their partner in crime. Not just their houses shared the wall, they shared their lives both literally and figuratively. Their teachers called them out as Krit-Ananya, their friends had to search for either one and even their college bus had to wait for just one of the two. The “jodi-daar” would automatically be tagging along. Ananya was good at Mathematics, Krit would be helping with science; Ananya would teach him tenses and vocabulary: Krit would figure out the acronyms for History chapters. Theirs was a friendship that nobody had ever witnessed.

Ananya’s mom, Sarika didn’t really appreciate this togetherness. May be it was her gut feeling or her concern for her young daughter that made her do so. Time and again, she would ask Ananya to develop a hobby or anything that was not a part of Krit-Ananya saga. She had enrolled Ananya in a painting class, during her 5th standard. When Ananya would hold the brush, she could make the canvas talk. Krit hated the sight of canvas and the colors and messed-up rooms. The only reason Ananya hated painting was because she couldn’t be with Krit while painting. And thus, Ananya’s interest was limited to completing drawing and SUPW files for both Krit-Ananya. 

College wasn’t meant to last forever: and it ended one day. Krit had already decided to go for a training to Mumbai and Ananya’s parents decided that she would train under a friend of Ananya’s dad. Their training woukd start on 1st of August and go on for 5 months. The mere thought of seeing Krit next year was traumatic for Ananya. She had no clue how to live without Krit for a single day and there he was, leaving for 1-5-3 days. She added the days, subtracted, made imaginary calculations so that she could linger on some hope of meeting him sooner. It was 27th of July that Krit left for Mumbai with teary-eyed Ananya catching attention of almost everyone present at the railway station. She wailed, gasped for breath, cried, almost howled while hugging him. Krit had put up a brave face all this while. It was only when the train moved that he jumped up on his bogie and started crying himself. The mere thought of not having this silly stupid girl by his side, pinched him right across his heart. He felt alone: in the middle of some 6-7 people sitting in the compartment- he felt lost. His comfort arm was gaping at the moving train standing at that platform. 

Once in Mumbai, Krit got busy commuting and learning and arranging for his basic necessities. The frequency of Facetime and Skype calls covered up for the 1500 kms of the distance and both of them waited for 1st of January. Krit would be busy during the day and Ananya indulged in painting a card for every day that Krit wasn’t around. She would make a story around the days happenings with both of their caricatures. Stories of their fights, stories of their collective struggle of being without each other, stories of longing for each other. She couldn’t contain her excitement of showing it all to Krit. For it was about them. About being with each other while being without each other. 

And with great difficulty passed these 153 days. Krit boarded the train after ensuring he packed all the gifts he bought for each day that he stayed away from Ananya. In the meanwhile, Ananya had made a book out of those cards. As the train was approaching the platform, their heartbeats paced and ran ahead of the big Ben hanging on the platform. Krit jumped out of the moving train only to run faster and not waste even a single second, being away from her. Ananya couldn’t contain herself and hugged him tight- to never let him go. While Krit wanted to be free of all thoughts when he was with his silly girl, she discovered a way to be with his memories even when he wasn’t around. 

Love was found- when friendship had gone away on a holiday.


Check out this story on Sweek!! https://web.sweek.com/#/story/Bm8CBwkDCwMAAQEKbAEB


I’m married to my grandma!!

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, 

A.