The best ever poetry
is the night itself…
The most melodious song
is the night itself…..
Night has been my mistress. She has captivated me,enchanted me and to be perfectly honest, has completely mesmerized me.It is a vision beyond normal, a dream beyond realism.The beauty and the augustness of the mystical sand that falls over the planet at night, is a rhythm deeper than one can ever listen or feel.
The deepest revelations of one’s soul and heart are done in the sacred silence of the night.The very smell of the grass covered with dew,as it strikes the senses,opens up a sequence of memories that run through the mind.The seductress approach of the night in the chill of the winter plays a million images in the mind.The illusions created by the solemn nights of autumn is a dream in itself.
My captivation of night, in particular, dates back to the times of childhood.Those nights, when lying on the bed, i used to stare at the starry sky, and wonder about the limits of one’s dreams.The sweet stupid games played with my mates, making identifiable shapes out of the millions of bright spots that covered that night sky.
The charm of night never has diminished.The essence has taken different shapes, though, just like those stars which used to be at different places, each night.Days have slipped, and so have the nights.The sky,the stars,the moon,the silvery dust still remain the same. What has changed is me,my thoughts,my dreams,my vision.Still the enchantment remains the same.
Still night remains my sacred sanctum sanctorum.The time when i am what i am.The place where i fear none,where i live my dreams,where i fret and cry.The time when i sew my soul and dip it in the holy drape of silver dust and transmute into the original me.The time when an insomniac dreams…….
क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे जब रेत बाँहों से फिसलती है उसकी... क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे जब सूरज हर रोज़ उसके सीने में पिघलता होगा, क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा यु तो बेहद मजबूर से है तेवर उसके, पर क्या वो भी कभी टूटता होगा, जैसे पिघलती है मोम आईने पे धीरे से हर कदम को सँभालते हुए, जैसे हार रही हो हर चाल के साथ, क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे अपनी लहरों को मचलते देख क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा किसी शायर की ग़ज़ल के जैसे जब कोई उसकी गहराई को छुटा है, अपनी तन्हाई पे क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे... जैसे रुक गई हों ख्वाहिशें किसी मासूम की, वो तक़दीर के खेल पे क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे कभी शाम को मैंने भी अपने गम समंदर में बहाएं हैं क्या उनको अपने पलकों में समेत के क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे सोचता होगा मेरी गहराई में दफन हैं राज़ कितने... क्या उन कहानियों को दोहरा के अपने जेहेन में क्या समंदर भी कभी रोता होगा, किसी किनारे - Ashk
27th October 1992 Sahil has been very quiet for the last few days generally he used to come back from school and be all chirpy he used to keep pestering me to listen to what happened what was the latest trend in the playground which technology were the kids of the new generation drooling over and of course which girl is he starting to have a crush on I am like the cool grandpa something which Kamal is often jealous off but he has to raise his game if you wants to compete with me Just because he is my son does not mean I let him win easily especially when it’s about being the BFF of my grand child Sahil told me what BFF means Last month he also asked me to come along with him to this gig thing that they do it is just like the jamming session that I used to do when I was young but they do a lot of things there from singing and music to debates and someone also showcases his paintings on and off reminded me of ‘Dead Poet’s society’ and I think he was just over enthusiastic to