Restlessness in my soul...

Meandering through life
Constantly seeking something
Which has no shape or form
Or even a vague direction

Why is it that the conviction never leaves me
That its nearby within reach
If I could only see through the haze
If only I tried harder to find it

Its as if once I find it
All missing pieces will come together
It’ll give me the goalpost address
I’ll stop meandering then…

Move from being a direction-less stream
To a calm and purposeful river
Who knows there’s an ocean up ahead
Waiting with open arms to welcome her

Welcome her with absolute acceptance
And whatever she brings with her
No judgements, no conditions
Just a warm never-ending embrace saying ‘I missed you!’

‘Where were you my sweetheart?
I’ve been waiting so long…
Without you my vastness is incomplete
And my existness itself – seems wrong’

What will be after I find the direction is so clear
Is it even possible that I can be mistaken?
That there may not be anything up ahead
Except the drudgery of the life I currently lead…

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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…

Reunions or Reincarnation: Rediscovering the Lost Self

There’s something almost mystical about reunions. Not the regular catch-ups over dinner, but those epic, trip-based gatherings where classmates convene after decades, as if time were just a decorative illusion. In the past few years, with the slow but steady drumbeat of friends turning fifty, I’ve been both witness and participant in adventures that begin with nervous anticipation and end in riotous laughter—and a kind of rebirth that no ordinary weekend could bring. At first glance, reunions seem to promise little more than nostalgia, some bad dancing, and a few retellings of embarrassing teenage moments. But somewhere between boarding passes and late-night confessions, something extraordinary unfolds. Time collapses. The cracks and scars of the intervening years fade into the background, replaced by a wave of pure, unfiltered joy—like meeting long-lost parts of ourselves we never realized had gone missing. For those fleeting days, we become the version of ourselves that existed befo...

Something from the heart...

कहने को सब कुछ है और है भी सही फिर क्यो लगता है की कुछ है नही जैसे कटरा कटरा में है मेरी ज़िंदगी और कर रही हूँ मैं किसी की बंदगी मॅन करता है कही डोर चली जाऊं शायद तब दिल की गहराई में सुकून पायूं पर दर्र लगता है चले जाने में कही खो ना डू सब सुकून के पाने में ख़ालीपन दिल का अटूट सा एक हिस्सा है शायद ये बेकरारी का ही बस किस्सा है बँधे बँधे से लगते हैं क्यो ये दिन जैसे अपने बारे में सोचना हो एक ‘ सीन ’ खुला आसमान , खुले दिल , खुला दिमाग़ प्यार का जज़्बा और कुछ पाने की आग कुछ प्यारे लोग और कुछ प्यारे पल आज में हो जीना और उमीद में हो कल सोच शायद बहुत छोटी सी रह गयी ज़िंदगी बस गिरह गिरह में बात गयी कैसे कहूँ की मुझसे प्यार करो मेरी टुकड़े में बटी ज़िंदगी को एकसार करो कह कर ...

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