Asmi.......
Monday, November 7, 2016
Just Another Rainy Day……
Monday, May 9, 2016
Blue for Boys and Pink for Girls
- Pink Hammock
- Pink Bib
- Pink bottle
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Main..... Me
कुछ मोड़ मिले, कुछ छोड़ गए,
कभी मैं गिरी, कभी सम्भली,
पर कभी मैं यह न समझ पायी कि खुद को खोया है मैंने , या खोकर पाया है मैंने।
मैं कौन हूँ, मैं क्या हूँ,
क्या झुण्ड से अलग दिखने में मैं हूँ, या भीड़ में समां जाने में मैं हूँ ।
क्या ख़ुशी में सबको हसाना मैं हूँ , या नज़रे चुराके चुप चाप रोना मैं हूँ ।
क्या अपनों से घिरि हुई गप-शप करने वाली मैं हूँ, या अकेले में अपने आप से बात करने वाली मैं हूँ ।
क्या पानी कि तरह बहना मैं हूँ , या रेत सा फिसल जाना मैं हूँ ।
क्या रंजिशों में जीना मैं हूँ , या माफ़ करके आगे बढ़ना मैं हूँ ।
क्या वो चमकता हुआ तारा मैं हूँ, या सुकून से मुस्कुराता हुआ चाँद मैं हूँ ।
क्या किसी परिभाषा में ढलने वाली मैं हूँ, या अवर्णनीय मैं हूँ ।
मैं कौन हूँ , मैं क्या हूँ ,
क्या वो जिसे मैंने खोया था मैं हूँ, या जिसको पाया है मैं हूँ ।
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Leap of faith
On a bright sunny morning, when I sit on the top of a hill, staring into the vast carpet of greenery in front of me,
I see, how a seed has lost its previous self to be a tree, that shelters the needy.
I see, how a butterfly has broken its cocoon, to spread beauty across.
I see, how a bird sheds off its fears, to fly carefree.
But was that transition smooth?
Was the transition that brought strength, courage and independence not an aftereffect of all the possessiveness, worry and confusion???
I believe that growth is not something that extends your current self. It is something that breaks your skin, sheds it and brings out the new you, so that you are free from the cocoon, and can spread your wings and fly high.
But during that particular phase of transition, when the seed was shedding it's coat, wouldn't it have been troubled, confused and praying for not to change? What if it saw this entire transition as a chaotic change and not growth.
A change where it needs to lose its present identity.
A change that does not confirm a bright future.
A change that could either lead to the shoot getting crushed by stones, or a warm sunlight on its face.
A change that could make it stretch towards the deep blue sky.
A change that could be life itself.
A change which is nothing other than a leap of faith.........
And there staring into the green uncertainty,
I shed all my fears,
I forego all my dilemmas,
I let the wheel of fortune spin,
To crumple my bones,
To tear off my skin,
So that I can grow,
And be born again!!!!
Saturday, November 29, 2014
The Wait!!!
Sometimes I love company, sometimes being surrounded by people makes me feel alone.
Sometimes I feel I can keep going for ages, sometimes as if I am horribly tired.
Actually many times tired. But what am I actually tired of?
The Wait! The Endless Wait! The endless wait of as to when I would understand the stuff going around me. The endless wait, of when it would all make sense.
I hope, I know and I fully believe that everything happens for a reason. And at the right time it would all make sense. Only when the maximum number of the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle are fetched, does putting it all together would actually make sense. But amidst this, is the wait taking its toll? Is the wait crushing my beliefs with its paw or is the wait a part of the puzzle too??
It punches its hammer onto the left,
It drills down a nail onto the right,
It makes me roll with the wind,
It forces me to stare at the sun…
And I keep waiting at its behest
For now, and a thousand times over.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
?????
Where do I soak my tears?
I carry a plastic smile on my face,
And always say "Who cares"!!!
I have buried the concern in my tone,
I have concealed my brow's turn,
But yet I am anxious,
If anyone would even notice, when I am gone.
There is a hole that is dug too deep,
There is a void that pushes me in too steep,
And what do I do to this face,
That is a picture of all these.
I get up as if I would never fall,
Then I fall as if I wouldn't be able to get up,
But where do I find this strength,
To get up again after this fall.
And then I say to myself,
Why shouldn't I soak my tears,
Why shouldn't I wear a smile,
To give a fist to who wants me in tears,
To give peace to who wants me to smile.... :)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Hope - Chestha's words
The door which fights the despair,
the door which gives you strength,
the door which shows you the new you,
the door which leads you to your goal,
your new goal,
your actual goal.
For months, I’ve been waiting for the door to open, unable to understand what it would need of me,
unable to understand what it would unleash on me, unable to understand how good it would do to me.
My hope is that opening of the door. The hope that is alive for just one and only reason. The only reason is the number of reasons that I see around me.
When I see hatred ripping off the soul, I see love medicating it.
When I see bundle of lies trying to ruin a situation, I see the end result where truth triumphs.
When I see greed getting whatever it wants, I see selflessness gaining the utmost pleasure of giving.
When I see jealousy with a burning desire, I see self-content with a satisfaction.
This is the only reason of reasons that I wear a smile on my face, a smile which is a plastic one, with a hope that it would be real some day.
This is the why I mask my eyes full of despair with twinkling ones, with a hope that the mask would be removed some day.
This is why I articulate my words so that they don’t say people that I have lost a battle, but they would say me that I would win the war some day.