Love

"I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the windows, and all the things we’ll always have because we cannot possess them.” 
― Paulo Coelho, Brida

“People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you'll keep it forever.  
― Paulo Coelho, Brida

Such beautiful lines !  It's truly said you can never posses the most beautiful things in life like: nature, true love, some one's feelings for you. And the moment you try to posses them they go away ! Just like holding the running water in your hand.  If you attempt to close your fingers around it, it will spill through the first crack it finds in the fist.  As long as you keep your hand caressingly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. The nature of water is free flowing and the moment we capture it looses its intensity, liveliness and vividness, so are the people and the relations with them in our lives. Just like when you want to read book you hold it close in your hands yet maintain a required distance with it to make it legible. Similarly to understand the true self of a man you need to love him/her yet let them be free to be themselves.
In true love you just love the person for what they are, you need not posses them but they still stay with you like  fragrance of a flower, you can't posses the smell but you just remember it and love it. We have not seen God, we do not posses him yet we love him and have him in our hearts. True love is about connecting souls and not the body.  All you need is compassion in your heart, to feel the pain others have and spread the joy in the their hearts.

मेरे अस्तित्व का हिस्सा हैं तू,
मेरे सुनेरे पलों का किस्सा हैं तू। 

इस कदर प्यार से ए जान-ए -जहां रखा हैं
दिल के रुखसार पे इस वक़्त तेरी याद ने हाथ
यू गुम़ा होता हैं गरचे हैं अभी सुबह-ए-फिराक
ढल गया हैं हिज्र का दिन आ भी गई वस्ल की रात।
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is qadar pyaar se ai jaan-e-jahaa.N rakkhaa hai
dil ke ruKhsaar pe is vaqt terii yaad ne haath
yuu.N gumaa.N hotaa hai garche hai abhii subah-e-firaaq
Dhal gayaa hijr kaa din aa bhii ga_ii vasl kii raat
[Faiz Ahmed Faiz]
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Maharam

thaa ko_ii shaKhs kabhii maharam-e-dil
vo mujhe bhuul gayaa hai ab to
[Unknown]

 था कोई शक्स कभी मरहम-ए - दिल ,
वो मुझे भूल गया है अब तो।

Benazeer

रूह को देती है राहत , तेरी बेनज़ीर मुस्कराहट।

Rooh ko deti hain raahat, Teri har benazeer muskuraahat .

Abir

हम हुए , तुम हुए
फिर यू  'अबीर' हुए .
और उसकी अदाओं के हम सब असीर  हुए।

Hum Huye, Tum huye fir mil ke 'Abir' hue.
Aur uski adaon ke hum sab aseer hue .

mai.n apane ghar me.n aayaa huu.N magar a.ndaaz to dekho 
ke apane aap ko maani.nd-e-mahamaa.N leke aayaa huu.N 
[Jagannath Azad] 

मैं अपने घर में आया हूँ मगर अंदाज़ तो देखो 

की अपने आप को मानिंद- ए-मेहमा लेके आया हूँ  - 
[Jagannath Azad]

जिस की जैसी तबीयत थी हमें वैसा जाना , 

कहीं महबूब हुए हम, कहीं मातूब हुए. 

 [अनजान ]

जाग

तेरी गुलाबी हथेलियों की मेरे सपनो में एक छाप सी ठहरी हैं, 
तेरी हर एक आहट से मेरी सांस सी ठहरी है, 

तेरी बंद अखियों को देख एक आस सी ठहरी हैं,

आ अब आ के जगा जा ठहरी हुई उस बात को जो तेरी आवज़ से ठहरी  हुई हैं।

  

SIMPLICITY

Simplicity is often appreciated by people but hardly approached by people. -- दीपी 

ग़ुरबत में हम हैं बैठे , पर दिल सदा तुम्हारे संग है .
ए मेरी जन्म देहि ,  तेरी याद दिल में अमर हैं .
गर मिल सकूँ न तुझ से, पर हर स्वप्न में तू ही तू हैं . 

रज़ा- ए - नकाब

               खुदा की रज़ा में तो हम भी राज़ी थे ,

जब तलक तूने अपनी रज़ा को उसका नकाब न था ओढ़ाया ए काज़ी . ---दीपी 

लुक्का शुप्पी

लुक्का शुप्पी खेले, मेरो नन्नो लाल
कभी उधम मचाये , कभी खूब जोर लगाये,
पर जो मैंने देखूं तो चुप हो जाय.
 कभी पानी के बुलबुले जैसा, तो कभी तितलियों
एसो हैं मेरो नटखट लाल. 

CLOSE TO MUD

In the days of childhood, when the only worry was how to finish my day's homework and the evening's  started with sweet smell of wet mud and was followed by the bells of street hawkers selling chaat , kulfi and various other lip smacking  eatables and subsided with the lengthening  shadows.
Back in those days of fun and frolic, we had a beautiful garden . My Father had a deep fondness for maintaining a beautiful garden and my mother never objected that, which resulted in giving us sweet memories with Maali-Dada and our  beautiful garden. Maali-Dada was not just a gardener, he was the one who connected us the beautiful green world and was like a family to us.

I still remember, how we used to wait for clock to strike 4' o clock in those sultry summers, when Maali-Dada used to visit us on his bicycle and we got one reason  to move away from the books and out of house and see the blue sky. And from there on started our eventful evening close to nature.

He would first take a stroll of the whole garden, something like a quick inspection or  hello to all our green colored friends. An eye to eye conversation  took place between them and and they told him everything what they need and he knew it all. After which he would take a second round with his equipments (shovel, fertilizer, disinfectant/ weed controller etc etc) from the storehouse and now he would individual meet them and heel their wounds and give them what they need which can be shifting them to a new place slightly bigger or more shady place depending upon the need. We (me and by brother) would silently watch him doing these activities and after this came the time to water plants and I would excitedly ask him that should i start the tap and put the pipe ! as  I could not wait to smell the sweet, welcoming, scintillating and refreshing smell of damp mud and green lush around.  A smell that was 100 % real. Smell of Damp Mud !

Such a beautiful love it was, unsaid and unknown language of nature ! With the commence of every new season he would introduce us to new plants. He would make a list of his choice of plants for the season and discuss with dad on one of the weekend and fix a day with him to get them. Winters brought us lovely roses, daisy, chrysanthemums and not to forget the vegetables we had ranging from spinach, cauliflower, cabbage, carrots, radish, eggplant, lady fingers to name some of them. Of these spinach was grown in abundant and which was not enjoyed just by our family but our neighbours as well ! And for us (kids) he would make us special bouquet of the fresh flowers picked up from our special garden to gift it to our friends on their specials days !

So Maali-Dada not just connected us to nature but also to our neighbours ! He was the one who introduced me to this beautiful green world and which taught us that feeling of love is present in small things in life, and it reveals itself in the most insignificant of our actions. Though Dada is no more around us but he still resides in every beautiful garden, plant, flowers that i see. He is there where ever i can find nature !

 

This post is my entry for IndiBlogger contest in association with Kissan. I Thank you IndiBlogger and Kissan for giving me the opportunity to recall and relive my those wonderful memories !

A night just before you will be gone,  with the heavy heart I write this note.....

I wish this night never had its end ...

 and I could sit with you forever 'n ever ...

  but who could ever change this !

 The very thought of loosing you by the dawn,

    doesn't even lets me sleep  whole night...

     but who could ever halt the tick of this clock !

The pain of separation and the long wait,

   will keep me waiting for you to come back soon.

      As you and me will be together again, 

         My dear  Sat-Sun-day :)

Rasberry ..[12.1]

I have heard about this magic from people around, friends and family.
But only realized and experienced this amazing marvel of life, when you came inside me.

I know this wait is painful for you,  standing upside down for 9 months and believe me it is for me too.
Its dark inside but don't you  worry, you are the sweetest part of my heart.
You will win all the battles and we will be soon together.

My Kidney bean, you are my Rasberry now and  will soon be my Grapefruits and then finally my Cantaloupe will become my Bundle of Joy !

"तुम ही हो माता पिता तुम्ही हो बंधू  च सखा तुम्ही हो ! "

तू  ही मेरी कट्टी तू ही मेरी बट्टी 

तू ही डांट हैं तू ही प्यार हैं, 

तू ही हिम्मत हैं तू ही मेरी कमजोरी,

तुझ में ही मेरे प्रभु का आकार हैं .

 तुझ बिन मैं अकेली ...

याद

माँ, 
तेरा मर्म एहसास व तेरा प्यारा आँचल याद आता है,
जब तेरे हाँथ का बना वो दो रंगा पोंचुं याद आता हैं, तो अश्रुं से मेरा कम्बल गीला हो जाता हैं !
जब रात में देर तक करवट बदलते समय तेरी रात की कहानी याद आती हैं, आँखें धुंधली और गले मे कुछ अटक सा जाता हैं !

जिंदगी की कड़ी धूप में  तेरी ममता की छाँव याद आती हैं, इस दौड़ में हर दम तेरी याद आती हैं !

एहसास

तेरा नाम एक प्यारा एहसास है,

तेरी याद में एक मिठास हैं,

तू न सही पर तेरी हर बात इस दिल में यादगार हैं ! 

Hands that shook the cradle .