HEAVENLY BLISS

  THE ENIGMA!  Its a delight to see the life around, The motion , the happiness , the pride; And sad how the same life too confound, The fear , the poverty , the strife. Much less it demands , even lesser is given,  How strange life is , "expectations driven ". It doesnt get along with anyone , not atleast for long,  It waits for death only , where it truly belongs . No matter what u do , can never impress it,  pain , suffering are all its part , can never supress it . If its history it will repeat , if its economic its bold, If its enviornment its natural, if its polity its old. The only and good thing about it then, Oh , listen , all men and women; That its beautiful nonetheless, Eccentric in its ways , least a plan !

  A GIRL!  Once upon a time , There was a girl, in her prime , Of medium height but high aspirations, Of shy attitude but least speculations . Of big eyes but small face, Of reality checks alongside imaginations. She walked swiftly , she smiled gracefully, Of reserved nature , but no hesitations . She was confident , and smart and brave,  Yet was vulnerable, despite calculations. She listened to others , with all powers, And talked to herself , for long long hours . At times , she too felt alone ,  For sympathies , she too was prone . But one thing she definitely knew , At the end to be true, That no matter what, life goes on .

  Khwaishein! Kaise jee lete h log , apni puri zindagi , bina in khwaishion k. Mujse to ek pal nahi kat ta.   Or fir mai apni Maa ko dekhti hu, ye sab kuch dikhta hi nhi hai uske chehre pe , uske jeevan mai , jaise inki koi value hi nhi h , jaise ye jeene k liye important hi nhi hai. “ Kash muje ye mil jata, kash aisa ho jata, kash vaisa ho jata” , ye “kash” shabad maine kabhi suna hi nhi unke muh se. Han bure dino mai , hame gale se lagae hue , sisakte hue un hothon pe “ ye bhi beet jaega “ shabad to kayi bar aya par un ankhon mai “kash” shabd tab bhi nhi tha.  Koi chahat , koi comparison, kuch mangte hue dekha hi nhi maine unhe kabhi, aisa lagta hai jaise unhe pta hi nhi h , ki aisa b kuch hota h , ki aisa bhi koi concept h , jahan log expect karte h , wish karte h ,ki ek silsila hai , unki is choti si dunia k bahar , jo kabhi rukta nhi h, kabhi thakta nhi h , bas chalte hi rehta h , khwaishon ka silsila.  kya Maa ko iska pata hi nhi , ki vo bhi khawaishein kar sak...

  JUST SOMETIMES !  Otherwise I am happy always , Years , Months or Days , It is just sometimes;  That I actually "break". Otherwise I keep my calm, And I remain composed,  It is just sometimes ; The real "me" is exposed . Otherwise I accept the challenges,  And I am always strong,  It is just sometimes;  That things go wrong . Otherwise I laugh a lot, Like I am always in my prime, It is just sometimes; That I commit a crime. Otherwise I am very cheerful, And all down to earth, It is just sometimes; That I find myself in dearth. Otherwise I am all you can love, Otherwise I am all you can want, It is just sometimes; That you regret that grant !