Happy Dreaming :)

And I sit happy, for it is Saturday afternoon – my happiest time of the week.

Happy because I am doing what I like to do the most.

Happiest because, I have tomorrow, to do this yet again!

I sit on the window porch and gaze at the clear skies and the white clouds and they ask me to write a poem.

I stare at the glass bottle toying with the idea of creating a creative space for myself and it asks me to replicate the bottle art designs, I saw yesterday.

I feel the want of a hot cup of tea and the urge asks me to learn to cook and to cook regularly, to make my family and friends happy.

I listen to the music, the beats make me drum the plastic bottle in my hand and ask me to learn the drums one day.

I smell the lovely incense in my room, and it transcends me to the thought of discovering new places and asks me to travel the globe.

I read a book with the imagery chalked out in my thoughts and it asks me to spread my words across, to people someday.

And as I sit looking at the clouds, reading the book, listening to the music, whiffing the incense, they all make me smile and ask me to dream, to dream more, to dream more often and fulfill one everyday.

Ambivert

Tacit I am for the world

But essay is what I am on the inside.

Like a droplet I look to all

But sea is what I am on the inside.

Blank is what my face conveys

But canvas is what I am on the inside.

An idea is what I have for all

But a book is what I am on the inside.

A Prayer is what I mouth

But hope is what I am on the inside.

Defiance is what I show

But rage is what I am on the inside.

Stoic is how I want all to see me

But rebellious is what I am on the inside.

Like an onion,

So many layers I am,

And I don’t want to expose all.

I am just the tip of an iceberg,

Still, massive and waiting.
Little is what I Look on the outside

But I am not and I hope I am never that on the inside. 

Untold..

There is so much in me..
Unknown and untold.
So much, that even I don’t want to know
Things hidden inside
Which make me what I am
For which I have no explanations
But inferences which matter to me
Whatever there is
Imperfection and oddities
Some I want to change
But mostly I don’t.
I don’t know how the changes might affect me
But those irregularities have been in me
They have been me
I don’t want to be the perfect person
I choose not to be
Cause I want to be what I feel from inside
At times dark, hidden & secretive.
But darkness also trumps one’s good side
As positive is not always true
And most of the times, what is untrue is what you want to be
Cause you continually think and aspire for it
I want to be, what I want to have
Cause sometimes, ends are more important than the means
Sometimes.

Mujhe pata hai...

बचा है अभी भी मुझमे, पर कहीं ग़ुम सा हो चुका है ,

पर वापस मैं ही ढूंढ कर लाऊँगी , ये भी मुझे पता है . 

हर ख़ामोशी की एक वजह है ,

लेकिन दब जाती है आवाज़ , छुप जाते है एहसास ,

पर वापस मैं ही लल्कारुंगी , ये भी मुझे पता है .  

हर ग़म और ख़ुशी घर कर जाती है ,

लेकिन हंसी और आंसू कहीं अन्दर ही रह जाते हैं,

पर वापस मैं ही खिल्खिलौंगी , ये भी मुझे पता है . 

रोज़ एक निर्णय, रोज़ एक निष्कर्ष,

लेकिन उनपर अमल करना, बाकी रह जाता है,

पर वापस मैं ही उन्हें पूरा करुँगी , ये भी मुझे पता है .   

है कई सपने आँखों मैं,

पर नींद के साथ ओझल हो जाते हैं ,

आज के फैसले, कल की बात बन जाते हैं, 

लेकिन अपनी ज़िन्दगी के लिए मैं ही हु ज़िम्मेदार,

और वापस मैं ही इसे सुधारुंगी, ये भी मुझे पता है! 

My Chequered Life

It is not important to fight each battle,

It is important to choose the right one to fight.

Because every day I win in an everyday battle,

But the victory is insignificant.

 

I sit back and ponder,

About the larger war that awaits me.

But in the hustle of each day,

I only fight the mere pawns.

Then I realize and wonder,

That I might be the king in my small world,

But in the big world outside,

Even I am a mere pawn.

But this has to change,

And I will bring it.

I will be the one to call out Checkmate,

Be the ruler -  the king,

And fight and win the right wars,

Because JUST winning isn’t everything.

It can happen only in India :)

This is a six-months old story, of the day when I was travelling by DTC Route no. 395 bus. The bus was jam-packed and every one was dying to reach their destinations. The driver weaved through the traffic keeping lesser than an inch distance from the others on the road.

As usual we got onto the DND highway and as any delhite would know that there are 'No Stoppages' allowed on DND. But suddenly, our bus screeched and stopped right on the middle of DND. Everybody surprised, looked around when suddenly, we saw a young girl get down from the bus. She went over the barricades and stood next to the final railing. Then she took out some 'pooja ka samaan' from a poly that she was carrying. After praying, she dropped a coconut too in the Yamuna, as over 60 bus riders just looked at her. Then she simply returned to the bus and waited for it to move again. The whole 2 minutes scene was not just a one day show, but (as I realized later) was an every Wednesday ritual. And that girl, was 'ahem ahem' the bus driver's - girl friend.

Well, in the name of God, this - can happen only in India :)

हद है

अपने दोस्तों से मिलने का Time नहीं,

पर Facebook पर "comment" करने का वक़्त है,

CTC सबका minimum 6 digit p.a. है,

पर गोलगप्पे के पैसे देने में हालत ख़स्त है,

सोचो तो ये सारे बहाने ,

लगता है यार, हद हैं.

DTC की बस की भीड़ में निकलती जान है,

पर disc के crowd में सभी मस्त हैं.

Office में बैठ कर "green tea" लेनी है,

पर किसी की Treat पे तो "लस्सी/beer" ही ज़बरदस्त है.

सोचो तो ये सारे बहाने ,

लगता है यार, हद हैं.

दूसरो का jaundice/typhoid भी छोटा है,

पर अपनी ख़ासी तो "I am allergic to dust" है,

मांगने के लिए भगवान से १०० करोड़ wishes हैं,

पर पूरी होने पर, प्रशाद के लिए १०० रूपए भी जेब पस्त है.

सोचो तो ये सारे बहाने ,

लगता है यार, हद हैं.

साला, जिस थाली में खाते हैं, उसी में छेद करते हैं,

और "Best Friends" कहकर, पीछे bitching से तोड़ते trust हैं.

इंसानियत के नाते, इन्सान नहीं हैं,

पर पहेंनते "Being Human" की टीशर्ट हैं.

सोचो तो ये सारे बहाने ,

लगता है यार, हद हैं.

यार हम connected all the time हैं,

पर दिल के connections कहीं lost हैं,

I hope with VoIP & 3G,

हमारे networks थोड़े और strong हो,

Relationships better और "Friend list" थोड़ी और long हो,

और इस wireless ज़माने में,

हमारे "loved ones" हम से हमेशा wired हो!

देख़े तो लगें , कि ये सारे नज़ारे,

यार इनमें, सच्चाई... बेहद है !!

सप्रेम,
अनन्या श्री