Kuch baate, kuch mulakate

Kuch purani baato se mulakat ho gai,

Mulakat se yaad ki fir se barsaat ho gai,

Muskura rahi thi ye aankhe,

Aur dil ki ye aankho se fariyad ho gai...

Bheeg ke in yaado me tum muskura rahi ho,

Kyu dard apne andar ka, mujme chupa rahi ho,

Bicha kar muskurahate un pyari si palko pe,

Kyu tum mujko rula rahi ho...

Fariyad apni jata kar, aankho ko usne rulaya,

Roti aankhe sang is dil se kuch or yaado ko bulaya,

Roo kar aankhe bol uthi,

Sawal ka jawab khol uthi,

Kyu tu yaado ko lata he,

Lakar unko sehlata he,

Agar bardasth nai kar sakta,

To kyu tu unko bulata he,

Main muskurati hu tera dard chipane ko,

Ghabharati hu duniya ko vo batane ko,

Kahi ye nami fir na aa jae,

Aasu ban palko se, yaade fir na beh jae...

Behti yaade dekh aankhe fir nam ho gai,

Kuch purani baato se mulakat ho gai...

A Guy and A Bully

"There must be a reason"

I told myself when I saw those two children from distance away on my way to my room, 

Before I could think more or say predict more horns started banging my ears to move away and keep guessing.

But when a child on bicycle fell down I couldn't resist myself to stop and look by what in this small world was going on there, before I could reach there his lines caught my ears

"Why did you pushed me off the bicycle?" He asked to the guy standing like a bully in front of him. 

"Why were you laughing at that time? He said firing some extra words 

"You fool asking me why are pushing me?"

"But I wasn't the only one who was laughing" the other guy said picking up himself and his cycle 

And added " you just saw me !!"

His eyes were half drowned in the pain he was feeling with the fall he made with his bicycle. 

"You better watch out next time" said the bully guy without caring the truth the other guy just tried to explain him. 

It wasn't the two child fighting with each other because one laughed at the other but it was innocent who became the victim of the anger of some person. 

With the next horn I turned around and saw I was blocking the way of newly owned car by some person but that doesn't change the fact that 

We are always one of the two children in  conversation I saw today, making someone a victim or becoming a victim of someone's anger, convincing them the truth or not listening to the truth they are telling to us, be it your friend, a colleague or your cousin. 

There are times you been a bully for the anger you even don't know what it is about, times when you are the guy who is being pushed from the bicycle, times when you have feel sorry after firing the words like bullets at someone. Neither was the bully guy wrong about him feeling bad of everyone laughing at him nor was the bicycle guy wrong for laughing at him. 

Anger can burn more houses or say relations then a fire can, it needs be in one's control. If you remember any of the person like a bicycle guy whom' truth you haven't heard and let them burn in the fire of your anger then please tell them you are not like that bully guy, you don't want them to walk away like the guy on bicycle with the truth. 

Forget the moment and use the fire to ignite the lamp of joy on journey of our relation. 

A Ray of light

The Traveller

Do I only fear of something or everyone do? I can't ask everyone though.

But I can observe them.

This is what I do every time I travel for a short distance or a long distance..

And here I was going to home again  but this is not my story that would be travelling from Ahmedabad to Jamnagar but story of all the people around me..

Story of dad awaiting to his child

A mother carrying a new born to her house, A group of people going back to their home town.

Does this anything relate to the fear or the story of your life?

Obviously they are the one whom I have just seen or rather say observed a fellow traveller.

Some annoying I wish I had another word for this but don't they know that other people are around and they don't want to listen whom are they talking and what are they talking so loud..but not all are the same you need to look around some are interesting too just like the man sitting at the cross I saw him twice no not twice but more then twice seeing his baby's photo and giving a smile that only a dad can have.. I want to know what is he taking home as a gift for him why do he work so far from home but this bubble of thoughts just got pricked by a cute traveller along with me and by cute I mean by a baby boy just sitting beside me, blowing another bubble of thought about the innocence we lose everyday with time growing up..

This observations led to the thing I wanted to question everyone.

Well I didn't got the answer but they all gave me some points which I need to keep in mind though I would be lost again but I can always remember them and recall these points.

Annoying traveller told if fear is annoying you try to focus on that interesting traveller who is unknowingly making u smile by the smile in his face.. If the smile still raise the thoughts within you prick the thoughts with the needle of innocence still hold by the cute baby traveller inside you.

Fear will remain within you everybody has some or other fear but that shouldn't stop us from travelling to checkpoints leading to the destination.

With fear you will come along some travellers just like you teaching you, answering each and every question of yours. Keep travelling and more importantly keep observing.

Travellers teach you more then your travel do 😊

Majboor ho gaye

Intezar tha Jin lafzo ka wo Jane kaha kho gaye 

Sidhi raha chale the hum na Jane kaise kho Gaye..

Baat lete the Jinse hum gham ki 2 baat wo pass Hokar bhi door Ho Gaye...

Ye kaisi uljan he iss rah ki, na Chahte huve bhi hum majboor Ho Gaye..

Pass Hokar hum sabse bhi, us ehsas bhi door ho Gaye

Byan karna tha Jin lafzo ko, unhe likhne pe majboor Ho Gaye...

Bade ban ki iss chah main, iss rahh se hum door Ho Gaye...

Ansu chupa kar apne dil main apne, apne muskurane ko majboor Ho Gaye...

Behind the door

"One more"
i exclaimed loudly in my mind detaching another paper from my notepad.
it was fifth time when the thing i wrote something but tore it in to pieces, it was the tired mind or lousy feeling that was stopping the lines i want to plot on the piece of paper, i had no idea in my mind.

Research says "Every engineer turns in to a philosopher after 11 p.m " and just like the attractive offers these days, this line too come with a tag " *Conditions Apply "
To give a "Hence proved" symbol to this research i took my notepad and a mighty pen to start plotting the field on the paper but it turned out to be making a record of who many papers one can tore in to pieces in one day.


And When i was just about to give a another try, my colorful room took away the colors from  my eyes painting the dark black color in my eyes,
No i didn't became blind but it's just the lights went off, Leaving behind the darkness around me but all i could see was the door of my room with it's glowing borders divulging lights have gone just around here, as soon as i triggered the light in my phone to kill the darkness in my room, it simultaneously triggered the questions in my mind.



Where am i?
Is this the door that we all look for ?
Is this the darkness we all live in ?

Answers are just behind that door, but the path to the door is full of darkness blocking your way to reach that door, holding you back, planting some more doubts in your mind, All you need to trigger that light inside your soul to kill the blocks on your way, to fill the colors in that black picture again, to reach to the door to light.
Sooner or later everybody conquers the darkness around them and enters the door of light knowing the answers to the questions growing in their mind, till then keep triggering the light on your path to the door.



Well I am still on my way to unlock the mystery that why the lights went off in my room only,
Wait did i just gave the "Hence Proved" tag i mentioned above ?

Question mark

Paheli he iss raat main
jo samaj ke tum nahi samajte...

Raat ko hi nind kyu aaye
jo samaj ke bhi tum nahi samajte...

Der se kyu aayi wo, 
wo jaldi se nahi samajte...


Main samaj samaj ke thak gaya, 
fir bhi aye nahi tum kya samajte...

Saral si iss baat ko,
uljaye bina tum nahi samajte...


Ek paheli se nikle dusri, 
ye baat meri tum nahi samajte...


Raat ke kai raaz he, 
jo raaz samaj ke nahi samajte...


Iss jaan sake na koi, 
wo raaz tum nahi samajte...


Raaz se ye ek khula, 
jo abhi bhi aap nahi samjate...


Nind aayi raat ko, 
ye baat fir bhi aap nahi samajte..