धुंआ

उन पलों में कुछ घुला था, थी हकीकत या धुंआ था 

हम ने ये भी ना पूछा किसी से, मंजर वोह भला किसने बुना था

ठहरी थी जमी , आसमान ठहरा था

हवाएं भी ठिठकी, वक़्त भी अनमना था

ज़र्रा ज़र्रा कुछ इस क़दर फ़ना था, भीगा भीगा सा जैसे समां था

बाहें थी आबाद उनकी रूह समेटे अधरों पे उनके कहकहा सजा था

महफ़िलें आबाद रहेंगी उनसे सारे जहाँ में उनका मजमा था

उन लम्हों को जीते है अब भी हमें तो कुछ कहना भी मना था

Tnnn...

Picture Courtesy

 Tnnn...

was sound which mixed in their smile

galore of twinkles

in eyes

pecks on

glass, changing its hand

claret

dripped in wine

making it 

divine

not that some has to die 

just a devotion need to ply

Ahh! moments being njoyed

 in arms, brash lips & embraced

THE MYSTERY

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walking

along side by side

staring 

no where, but some where

it was flying

like clouds

warmth

of arms conveying 

something unsaid
mysterious

but still not mysterious...

 Picture Courtesy: SEBI IMAGE

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Woh Kuchh aise the...

लम्हात 

वोह कुछ ऐसे थे

खोये हम

उनमें कैसे थे

इल्लम 

ना था गहराई का

आँखों 

की तन्हाई का

अहसास 

मर रहे थे 

दफ़न 
हो रहे थे, उनके साथ

ख्वाब 
अनकहे, पर नहीं थे अनचाहे....

Celebration

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55 Fiction#4: Celebration

They din't know what is it.

They couldn't be together, won't be together as well.

Few moments were all they could say their own.

She asked him,"what was it for you"

He replied," Celebration of life"

P. S.: Edited to add title.

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Should they shout "FOUL"? - or walk off saying ..who cares...

Over the period of time, in the new millenia, they are realizing that it was ( is ) wrong. Since many millenniums they have been under discretion and its intolerable for them anymore.


These are females of our society.



There are many who are raising a voice against these stereotypes and getting a good support and like minded people in both genders. Fair Enough. 


IHM says here that Girls are not inviting any one to watch them or scrutinize them by wearing western outfits or any thing for that matter because none of business of people but who ever are wearing them.

Why do they even care about it?

Why does a girl think about it when she can just go her way with out even checking who that guy is?
( Here I am not asking anyone to avoid any sort of molestation.)
 
Why does a girl think about what society will do, when its evident that society don't have enough guts to stand against a sound lady??




Anyone?


P.S. : Edited to change Title

hum..

खरामा खरामा चलते रहे हम..
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता बढ़ते रहे हम..
सुनसान सी उन वादियों में..
यूँही हँसते और रोते रहे हम..

कुछ हमारी आँखें ही हम थी..

कुछ थी मौसम में नमी..

बस कुछ कहना ना चाहते थे हम किसी को..

कमबख्त  ये दिल था जो रो पड़ा..

Lamha...

उन लम्हों को संजो रखा है हमने 

उन्हीं कुछ पहलुओं को जी रखा है हमने 

शायद ज्यादा जीना लिखा ना

होंठो को अपने, सीं रखा है तुमने....

Every Second in Every Hour...

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I was waiting for her

every second in every hour

in tick tock of watch

in splash of water spilled by

in every passing by passenger

I was waiting for her

every second in every hour

in every page of magazine

in every changed sitting position

in hullabaloos of  chandeliers

I was waiting for her

every second in every hour

in chill of ice and warmth of fire

days, months & its been years

in my every smile & tear

Still I am waiting for her

every second in every hour..

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Credits
Image - Alston Station by Wandering Soul
Courtesy - www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in

Favor of Furrow...

Streaming like a River, was her flow

congregating energy had him synergized to bow

Every moment of flow, had been kimono

sheer bliss found igloo in his brow

Haa! it was not a long chronicle

universe had is plan some thing simple

what been assumed as a natural flow

turned out be a favor from indebted furrow...

Good Bye

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spilling drops of brimming fluid,

untouched with all around feud

raw anonymity, berserk rolling oculus

as if opium has taken shape of damsel

neither knew of whats unveiling it self

will it be shining sand or damp thrilling cliff

they had commitment in their core

never said it as if a whore

  

unison remained a pleasant myriad

Good Bye, had been word to be forbid...

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Edited to Add Description: These are words of a guy who said (first four lines) for his fairer part, who is bound to fall apart (last six lines)

Some stills from my really not so still life....

 what is it?  :) any guess

ये शाम मस्तानी...

 

Keep Smiling...

SAG(E)S.......NOT REALLY...Lolllzzzzzzzz

SAG(E)S are called for an Pan India (or may be other countries are invited, I don't know, Indian Home Maker  to blame for all this) disclosure and declarations. They are saying that all have washed their hand in this BAHATI GANGA , which is flowing up side down according to some very sacred  I-don't-know-meter.

For this IHM- Public Revelation Act,2010, about my Sins Against Gender Stereotype, I hereby declare followings:

1. I have a strange fondness for key rings. (I don't know if it qualifies for this)

2. Since childhood I used to do cleaning of home, Laundry, Dishes. (as per my capacity)

3. Know cooking (ahm....ahm...it may be an example of self appraisal)but I am not a good cook for sure.

4. Chocolates. (I dont know how these sweeties fallen in this catagory.IHM....Gaaarrrhh)

5. Have played Teacher Teacher, Table Tennis, Badminton etc. Never thought about any game as girlish or some thing like that many other games are there.

6. A reading freak that when I used run out of reading matter, I would start reading Ladies Magz (some times

     I used to read them before my mom :))

7. Believe in word commitment.

8. Don't hate pink or any other color for that matter.

9. I don't encourage Eve teasing(aka sexual harassment)

List goes on...last but not least IHM has thrown a curse to wear pink (for men) and wow I am already wearing that...  :)

I would like to hear from HaRy, Shas, Vipul & Vibhuti about their SINs

55 Fiction#4: Perspective

He was looking in her eyes.
This evening had come after a long time.
He felt a sense of alienation. Warmth, embrace, he used to see for him earlier, was absent now.
He asked hurtfully,"what has been changed?"
She replied, catching him off guard, staring nowhere,"Perspective"

P.S. To know about 55 fiction

timir...

कुछ अहसास अनकहे से तैर रहे थे हवाओं में

अधरों पे इक मुस्कराहट, जो फैल जाये फिजाओं में

हमने इतना ही चाहा और कुछ यूँ पूछा अदाओं ने

हो तुम अजनबी या कोई छलावा,भर लेते हो बाँहों में 

कश लेते हो हमारी साँसों का, जो है बदलती आहों में

हंस कर हमने कहा इतना ही, रंग बदलती निशाओं में

न मेहताब, न ही अली, शायद तिमिर भटकता दिशाओं में 

Zazbat....

शमा जलती रही कुछ इस तरह

तिमिर की बाँहों में मचलती रही कुछ इस तरह

शरारत कभी, कभी उदासी थी नशीली  आखो में

प्यार कभी तकरार थी उनकी बाँहों में

नहीं था तो बस एक अहसास 

अहसास उनके, होने का 

उनकी आँखों से 

पूछा तिमिर ने कसकसात से

वो कहे उठे कुछ इस क़दर

फलसफा हो तुम, रूहानी बातों के 

कैसे फना हो जाये सिर्फ तुम्हारे ज़ज्बातों में...

Picture Courtesy: Insignia

Pleasure....

Dancing flame of her will
kept struggling with dark devil
li'l did she know...
it was darkness of her absence
all around her
calling for her to disperse
and Njoy the immense pleasure
pleasure for she craved, 
from bottom of the heart
why is she not deciphering her favor?

Picture Courtesy: Insignia

55 Fiction#3: I don't know

He loved to see smiles on those pair of  lips & eyes

Always Intact.Time flew by when they were together.

He asked her to be put up with him forever.

She left him in a fix saying,"I don't know" 

P.S.: To know more about 55 fiction please refer here

crack...

crack..

it was visible by now...but only to few

who knew to read eyes..

not smile playing on lips..

irrespective of crack...

rolling tear, sinking heart, flickering eyes

being hugged, to loose all the grieves

take or mistake, doesn't matter any more

lets get submerged in the each other's core....

Embrace...

uneven pieces of shattered self

had all edges to mend any one, be it elf

still...some one cared, as if catered 

them to be smashed further

to reconstruct

to make her smile

to fly again high

to .........

dint even realize what had happened

while embracing......inner self smoldering..

edges of pieces nailing every where

still Njoying the bloody ordeal in every sphere

Picture Courtesy: Deviantart

55 Fiction#2:thanks

Days and nights went by in wait.

He knew she will be back.

Even she has been surprised for this ridiculous confidence.

Suddenly he had been smashed on the road.

He looked on to driver of the truck in few moments and said,"Thanks"

with his eyes...

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kya yahi zindagi hai ...

वक़्त बेवक्त, ज़ज्बात ज़ज्ब कर जाना 

अश्कों को कही कोने में छुपाना  

अधरों को मुस्कराहट में खिलाना

क्या यही ज़िन्दगी है...

काली निशा के साये में अनायास ही डर जाना 

और तड़पना किसी एक अपने हमसाये के लिए

ख्वाबो में, छुप जाना उसके आगोश में..

क्या यही ज़िन्दगी है ...

सुबह के बाद दोपहर और फिर शाम हो जाना

रातों को बस शून्य में तकते जाना

बिना काटों की घडी के बस चलते जाना 

 क्या यही ज़िन्दगी है..  

Image Courtesy: Deviantart

Yes, We are Handicapped - Indian Women

"Yes, We are Handicapped."

Does it sounds nice to you, being handicapped?? I hope it doesn't. (anyone willing to answer this??)

Ever since reservation made its debut in Indian System. It is gaining its size, adding to varieties and in turn more and more are falling pray for its side effects. 

Anyway I have few questions for Indian Women here:

Do you really need reservation in Indian Parliament &Assemblies?

In the current socio-political scenario, reservation has become a tool for gaining political mileage rather making things better for any one. Reservation on any basis has not been proven a effective way to tackle any sort of lacking in societies. People those were Able already have become more powerful and needy still at the same place.

Despite of reservation, other options like providing financial backing (in terms of scholarships etc.), spreading awareness (already Govts running several programs), proper execution of schemes have done miracles 

Will reservation proved to be effective?

Even if women get reservation in Parliament what is the guarantee that the new ladies coming to house wont become puppets of their male patrons? 

As a political leader from Bihar said,"Do you think, If  I ask my wife to vote in a particular way then she would do otherwise."

What can be more effective then reservation?

IF a self confident woman find her way at her own every where in power corridor or may be every where else too would it not be more pleasing?

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If rather then reserving Parliament, govt can reserve the right to live fearlessly for all in Indian?

If they can ensure logging of FIR and then a fair trial  for every crime happened against women?

If they can ensure minimum possible infant mortality rate?

If they can ensure 100% literacy rate?(though it is evident it doesn't eradicate crime against women, at least a better level of awareness will be achieved)

Would not it be more effective then reservation?  

because reservation doesn't ensure all these.

Dilapidation....

Running though her eyes, they appeared

yearning to fall and get smeared

to find some hugging arms

or soothing heavy, husky voice to calm

earlier it was all dreamland

he was all, mentor, guide & friend

she used to run to & fro, to be a catch of him

to be a toy, in his playing palms

brutal dilapidation of the world,

she witnessed with heavy heart

but before that she got confused 

flying fist& flaring eyes; for her, all dart

why did voices reached high pitch

and harshness became the breakfast& lunch

Ohh! its raining, through eyes

Dad!! why couldn't you made it 

I missed you, very much 

and will be missing You but with pain...

Kami...

हवाओं में कुछ नमी सी थीं 

शायद वोह कुछ थमीं सी थीं 

वल्लाह ! उन्हें कुछ था पता 

कमबख्त हमीं में कुछ कमी सी थी...

Picture Courtesy: DeviantART

ever mined?

Some thing still....still flowing, 

Seeping through the unseen passage,
the moment it seems resolving,
afresh, new, breeze &stream grip me,if pouring

timed to be untimed

will it be ever mined?

Image Courtesy: DeviantArt

Not more...

Some where in the lap of nature

Some time, when even light were darker
Some how, it happened out of power
Some one, came more then closure
but then just remain some one and not more..

Pic courtesy: for the pic related to this post please see this Tikulicious

Akshunnn...

सरकता रहा वो कभी पानी 

कभी  रेत की  तरह  ...

दरख्ख्त भी ना रह सके अपनी जड़ों पे 

खंडहर हो चली थी इमारतें ...

इंसान भी चूर हुए , उनके अहम् भी 

टूटे कसमें, वादे और टूटे वहम भी 

ना रही सभ्यताएं , अवशेस अवश्य बचे 

ना रहा कुछ  पूर्ण, ना रहा  कुछ अक्ष्क्षुन्न...

English Script:

sarkata raha woh kabhi pani

kabhi rait ki tarah ...

darkkhat bhi na rah sake apni jadon pe

khandahar ho chali thi imaratein...

insaan bhi choor huye, unke aham bhi

tute kasamein, vadein aur tute waham bhi

na rahi sabhyatayein, avshesh avshya bache

na raha kuchh poorn,na raha kuchh akshkshunn....

Image Courtesy: Deviantart

unsaid....

tip...   tip....

not water, not tears, its red, its thick,

its blood........

dripping from wounds,unseen

continuous, being unclouted, unheard

nothing happen to it, its unhurt

every thing was quite, unsaid

it waited to get healed, untouched

smile on lips, in which every one take dips

breath is deep, heavy but undisturbed

will she be able to see, unwritten, unsaid..

Time Travel

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around 10,000 years ago

A man asked his wife to get passed in fire test, to test her holiness.

around 2000 years ago

They used to be a commodity.
(still continues in one form or other)
  

around 1500 years ago
They used to get burnt alive with dead bodies of their husbands.

800 years ago

Ministers didn't boar with a lady emperor. She had been assassinated.
No Female allowed in Power Corridors.

  

500 years ago

No right in properties of either father or husband.
(ONLY a share of husband property had been allowed that also in very few cases.It is partially in effect till date)
  

250 years ago
They had been kept in cover. No interaction with non-family-member man.
(still existing in some societies)

100 years ago

Female Genital Mutilation was a traditional practice.
(Still existing in some societies)


50 years ago
Almost 85% types of jobs were in hands of Males.(in India)
Female were not supposed to work.
(still continue in many societies)

15 years ago

Woman reservation bill, has been introduced in Parliament of India but
 NOT APPROVED TILL DATE.

today

Rape, Female Infanticides are common.
Their lives are governed by others.
Representation in governments is very low.
Women got reservation in Panchayati Raj System(India) in 2009, but original power holders are still their male patrons.



 It seems time is not traveling at all for some one called Woman

(or hardly traveled)

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Let the magic begin...

Yeah, you are hearing right. My friends are so generous with me. I know, its mind boggling and surprising at the same time *huge grin* but Shruti found me LOYAL (to whom she only can tell you. lollzzz) .I swear ,  I have not pampered her for doing this ..sachchi muchhi. *innocence dripping from the face*

 

I am passing this award (or term what ever s/he feel like) to HaRy &Insignia

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Another blame on me is of being  AWESOME BLOG BUDDY, BLOGGER BUDDY AWARD &BEST BLOGGING BUDDY by Shruti and Pakhuri respectively. They  has convicted me for which God forbidden crime I don't know but showing my full gratitude and confidence in Constitution of god knows where, I am accepting the terms.

  

This Award goes to Shas  (please don't look at me like this, please, please, please)

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Extending her generosity Pankhuri , see me as:

I hope, I will not pay back her debt ever back but still I like to present the same award to 

Indian Home Maker  , Psych Babbler  , Shruti &Meow hope  they will curse me for the same. :)

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and  its does not get a full stop there only (don't worry I wont bore you much now please bear with me, thoda sa aur...pulleeeeezzzzzzzz), and the blog is recognized as:

Rachana &Titaxy deserve this award very much for their blogs and writings.

P.S.: Who ever has already started cursing me can send mail also, full of their lovely words.

P.P.S.: If you have been to this post by title it self, You have killed ,not me ......your time. :)

quenching flames....

drops of coolant, fallen on burning dzire

to see, just a mere glance of her magical eyes

and they evaporated in fumes, 

declaring need of a mayhem or snow fall?

caressing with care & looking those pair

of  beauty &depth, as love was in the air

taste &touch, drenched every moment

days became hours and hours, seconds...

smile, that made all fallen in straight

was decorating her eyes, lips &face

neither wanted to part again

all they were doing was to refrain

from even thought, of going apart

but unknowing of every thing coming a dart

that morning sun wasn't as bright

air wasn't as crispy &light

still they enjoyed the feeling or them

or being one, being integral, in the quenching flames

55 Fiction#1:alive..

 55 Fiction is a form of micro-fiction that refers                                 

to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of                                       

fifty-five words.                                                                                     

It is my first attempt for 55 fiction.  I hope from all the reader to bear with & provide their valuable suggestion

they chuckled together.
enduring emotions made it impossible for him to refrain from ensuring more time with her.
He asked her,'" why don't you get enrolled in my college"
she replied,"I would have indeed, if  I have been Alive" still smiling.
It is hard to say what was he? dumb stuck or horrified?

Ankahi...

 

kuchh tha shayad,

mukammal nahi

bas tha kuchh

ankaha, unchhua,

deh jarjar ho chali thi usaki,

roondi ja chuki thi

anginat bar, anjaano se

jo janate the

woh janane layak na the

khilkhilahat

usaki chahu aur vyapt hai

naino mien chamak

deh vishakt hai

usaki thokar mien hai

zindagi

phir bhi na jane kyun

udaas hai

par

koi chhoo na paya

usaki rooh ko

paak..

nirmal...

pyaasi ...

aadhoori......

kab  hogi usaki peeda, damit

kab hogi woh

poori

Picture Courtesy: Gautam & Insignia

Squirrel

As I entered the gate of my home a familiar sensation went through the curtain. He smiled to see her & hugged her to feel the breath of her. was it love? even he didn't know that.

What did he know is:

When he glances on her...he smiles
Its great to see if she is happy.
having a meal with her, makes his day awesome.
time fly by with her.
if she is quite, life gets a pause 

 Who is she? 

Squirrel 

yeah! you heard right. She is a Squirrel. 

Biology...

Em-blazing eyes were falling on cool water fall, which was feeling guilty for not quenching this pair with its cooling effect.

Furious.Yes, it was right word for her state. She was furious on herself. How could she do that? Wasn't she challenging her own existence all together.

whole night passed by and then while mechanically performing her daily course of living hood she walked towards back home. It was quiet evening as usual but inside her she could not specify if it was volcano or hurricane, though outcomes are not too different. Death.

She, her mom told her, she wasn't her mom(!!??)

Blankness..

Its there

in every spoken or unspoken word

in yesterday, today or even future...

every wrinkle of her weary skin

heart, arteries, or in the jugular vein

creeping age, moment by moment

peeping chasm, from the corners of eyes

it wasn't weaved in destiny

have not you found blankness killer?

Reverberance....

silence of scattering pieces echoed
as eyes glanced to stills of LORD

reverberance was so overwhelming
off guard was the human so caring

caught in fury of happenings
couldn't composed self in musical saplings

time has made a human, so inhuman
remorse, pain, tears all given way to passion

sprinkling smile or flamboyant style
always try to put together broken pieces of plight.