Main khud hi khud ki hamsafar...

Apni zameen main hoon khud
Aasmaan bhi main
Apni pyaas bhi main hi hoon
Uss pyaas ki raahat bhi main

Khud ki khushi to hoon hi
Apna hi hoon gam bhi
Rakshak main hi to hoon apni
Aur shayad apni hi bhakshak bhi

Bhanwar mein fassi bhi main hoon
Bachne ka sahara bhi
Iss safar ka aagaaz bhi main hoon
Aur safar ka anjaam bhi

Dhoop se tadpana bhi mujhe hai
Thandak ki chaaya bhi main
Raste ki thokar bhi main hoon
Sahara liye ek haath bhi main

Raat ka andhera hoon main
Chandani ki roshni bhi hoon
Savere ki thandak hoon main
Aur dhoop ki tadpan bhi hoon

Main hi manzil hoon khud apni
Main hi hoon apna safar bhi
Main hi karwaan iss safar ka
Uss karwaan mein main tanha bhi

Main hi khud ki hamsafar hoon
Hoon apni hi saheli bhi
Kab kaise main ban gayi
Khud apni hi parchhayi bhi…

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Reading is what saved me…

Its funny to say or hear this but its true. In my life, books happened very early on in life and I got totally hooked to the escape they offered. Given our financial constraints growing up, books were a cheap way to get those kicks in life. A nearby renting library with an endless supply of M&Bs and Georgette Heyer’s and other similar ‘fluffy’ fiction – made it all super easy. I devoured books from the school library, shamelessly borrowed (and returned) books from friends and neighbors and never shied away from being seen with a book at the every juncture. Its truly a wonder that i didn' t get glasses at that stage in life! Books saved me from the stress that financial constraints bring to a child’s mind. Books saved me from the boredom that brings on negative thinking. Books told me that having and expressing emotions were totally fine – I could shed copious tears while reading without any fear of judgement. I could laugh out loud at a smart and sassy scene. Instead they...

Reunions or Reincarnation: Rediscovering the Lost Self

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I miss you R...

Is it ok to miss yourself sometimes? I miss you R… I miss your innocence The belief that the world was a happy place That love was there all around All we need to do is to reach out. Just an honest open attempt And life will reward you If you worked long and hard It will even speak up for you I liked that about you You knew how to move on You knew that forgiving was the only way Not forgetting necessarily - but definitely letting go I liked how you gave it your all When you set your mind to it How you put the scared kid inside you to bed every night With a promise that the next day would be better The kid who cried in her pillow for years Just because she felt lonely and unloved You told her you were there to hold her hand Whatever else life throws at her, you wouldn’t leave her alone But now that child is overwhelmed The loneliness is threatening to take it all What can she do to keep it at bay With the weight of responsibilities taking their toll So while I think of ...

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