LIFE

Life starts with colors, ends with colors. But the difference is that, starts with multicolor and ends with mixing of all colors (black).

Life starts with sun, ends with sun. But the difference is that, starts with rising sun but ends with the sun set.

Life starts with emotions, ends with emotions. But the difference is that, starts with emotion of happiness but ends with the sadness.

Life starts with liquid, ends with liquid. But the difference is that starts with mother’s milk and ends with gangajal.

Getting you my love.....

If it’s a dream
I don’t want to wake up

If it’s a color
I don’t want it to be fade up

If it’s a mirage
I don’t want to get close

If it’s a shadow
I don’t want to switch off the light

If it’s a sound
I don’t want it to mute

If it’s death
I don’t want to get rebirth

If it’s wind
I don’t want to close even a small hole

If it’s breath
I don’t want to give up

If it’s earthquake
I don’t want to be rescue

If it’s fog
I don’t want, sun rises in the sky

BUT

If it’s fire
I want to burn in it

If it’s water
I want to shrink in it

If it’s nightmare
I want to sleep with it for life long

If it’s storm
I want to blew up with it

If it’s dark
I want to leave my shadow

If it’s music
I want to be the wave

DAAG...

Mein bahat sundar thi,jab bhi log mujhe par karke jate the ek baar palat kar jarur dekhte the.Mein wohi apni jagah par bethi sabko dekh kar muskura rahi thi,kiun ki sabki daman mein daag lag chuke the par mein bedaag apne apme khus thi. Bahat garv tha mere maan mein ke koi mujhe chhun nahi sakta, kiun ki meri maa ne mujhe apni anchal ki chhaon mein chupakar rakhi thi.Sabko dekh kar mujhe bahat dukh hota tha kash wo bhi bach jate,bedaag hokar rehejate meri tarha,lekin sabki kismet kahan meri tarha hoti hai.

Lekin kabhi kabhi bahat irsha hoti thi,kiun ki mujhse jada un daag walon ki chahat thi sabko.Par mein khus thi ke mein bedaag hun,to kya hua mein unke saath nahi hun log mujhe bhi to ek baar palat kar dekhte hai.

Dhire dhire mujhe lagne laga ke mere liye maa ka pyaar kam hone laga tha.Wo abb mujhe uss tarha sambhal kar nahi rakhti thi.Phir ek din wo manhus ghadi agayee jiska mujhe hamesha se darr tha.Mujhe bech diya meri maa ne uss admi ko,mujhe ghrin thi uss admise ,usske haath mein gandagi thi,pure sarir se ek ajib si badbu aa rahi thi.Uss raat meri sari tammana or garv ki kabar khodi gayee.usne mujhe daag dar kar diya tha.Mein gharke ek kone mein bethi roti rahi, lekin kya karti waqt ko louta kar bapas to nahi le ja sakti.

Agle din subah mein apne ghar bapas agayee,per mein abb ow nahi thi mein bhi sabki tarha daag dar hogayee thi.Mujhe bhi unn logon ki tarha ek sundar se ghar ke ek beheterin jagah per betha diya gaya.Mein intejar karti rahi abb kya honi hai meri zindegi mein…………………..

Aj mein bahat khus hun mujhe ek paribar mil gaya hai jo mujhe pujti hai.Aj pata chala ke daag dar hone per log jada kadar kate hai.Mere kok mein bal gopal ko lekar jab mein unke ghar pe ayee to mera bahat zoro soro se swagat kiya gaya.sara mahol khusion ke geet ga raha tha.Mein unke puja ghar ke assan me bethi yaad kar rahi thi wo pal,jab wo admi mujhe daag dar karke ye bal gopal diya tha..

Abb mein jaan chuki hun ye daag nahi hai,ye to ziwan ke rang the jo uss raat uss chitrakar ne mere pure badan per lagake mujh per ye bal gopal banaya tha,bahat sukra gujar hun uska,uske bajah se aj mein kisike ghar me puja pane ke yogya hogee hun.Aj mein ek sundar rango se saji chitrakala hun ,kal tak jo mujhe palat kar khali dekhte the wo aj mujhe apne gharme puja ke liye layehe.

Kabhi kabhi kuch daag hamari zindegi kahan se kahan tak le jate hain .Kahan me uss kamare mein ek khali board bethe bethe sabhi chitrakalon ko dekha karti thi or aj mein kisike puja gharme.

Agar ye daag ase kismaat badal dete hai to ye daag mujhe manjur hai.Mein kush hun ase daag ke sath or mujhe garv hai ke mein daag dar hun………………….

HEART....

With you life becomes a mirror which shows the reflection of loneliness.
With you life becomes a light which shows a way to enter without any exit.
With you life becomes the sky which represents all colors but shows none.
With you life becomes a house which can never be a happy home.
With you life becomes a high hill which has no life on the top.
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Why don’t you leave me??
I was asking to my HEART……………….
It replied………
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If I am not with you……………..
You wouldn’t be able to see the reflection to know the meaning of loneliness.
You wouldn’t be able to enter the world of emotions which have no exit.
You wouldn’t be able to know the colors and understand the difference between them and a colorless life.
You wouldn’t be able to know the difference between house and home.
You wouldn’t be alive on this earth to locate a life on the top of the hill.
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I am with you, that’s why you can sense the difference .search the answers, and understand the needs…..

An unfulfiled Dream......

A cloudy day, the sky covered with black clouds, it’s about to rain. Everyone is in a hurry to go to a safer place. A small girl with a doll in her hand steps out from a house to play in the rain. Her mummy asked her not to go outside, but she steps out by her feet’s.

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A sunny day, a young girl is preparing herself for school. She is very intelligent, having top position in class, good looking in her growing age, well behaved, cultured. Everyone likes her so much.

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A sweet innocent girl is going for shopping to buy a dress for her upcoming birthday…………………….

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On her birthday she gets the opportunity to work with a good paying company as a Sr. designer. She fulfills all her dreams by buying a beautiful house with all types of comforts and stays happy.

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Then she gets a suitable and perfect better half with whom her life is running smoothly with one child….Then
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…………….All of sudden the passenger train derailed and the other day a news is coming out in the local news paper
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An woman was dead in the train accident last night…Report says she was in the 8th month of pregnancy…………………………………………….

About me...

Does it really important to know that who am I? Or the question should be why I am? In the process of knowing myself ,the first question arises in my mind .Which one is the main question to be solved to get the meaning of my existence…..
One day I was standing in front of the mirror, suddenly I realized that the picture inside the mirror was not the same that in outside. The entire things were same but still it seems like all are changed. That was the day when I had started searching of myself. From that day I have known a lot of things about me. Knowing about own self is the most interesting research of the world.

Still m searching myself...........