sab kuch sunn hai...mujhe bas ek harkat ki talaash hai.....

kya ho raha hai mujhe mere khuda.......sunn si ho gai hu main aur mera vajood....main hu ki nahi...ya sirf hai....ek khokhli dastaan....mere raaste sunn ho gaye hain...ankhon me ab ansoo bhi sunn ho gaye hain.....dil main armaanon ke panchhi ke par bhi sunn ho gaye hain....kahin kuch khoya hai kya....ya maine sach mian kuch paaya hi nahi hai.....kya ho raha hai...kya ho raha hai khuda.....

insaan ka shareer to hai par..main baaki insaanon ki tarah kyu nai reh gai hu....kyu muje lag raha hai ki sab kuch band ho raha hai....ek ajeeb sa sannata hai......khwahish , use paane ka jazba, zindagi main kuch kar dikhane ka, maksad pane ka hounsla, sab kahan dhund main kho gaya...
ye main hi hu na ae mere khuda...jise tune is jahaan main bheja tha...
.par kya kare...ye zindagi.....sunn ho gai hai......

har din aise guzar jata hai ki khabar nai lagti.....shab aa hi jati hai akhir.....
ae mere khuda..bata de mujeh akhir teri marzi kya hai....meri is zindagi ki marzi kya hai?
kyu sab se choot raha hai mera vassta..? kyu andar hi andar simat raha hai vo junoon...
main chahti hu ki main apni is zindagi ko sahi tarah se fir se jee saku..bas...yehi maanga tha tujhse...
kabhi kabhi samajh nai aa paata ki kya ho gaya hai...sab kuch sunn lagta hai kabhi....jaise zubaan hi kat gai ho sabki.....ae khuda....tu hamesha apne nek shabd mujeh kehta rahe....mujhe ehsaas hota rahe ki tu sunn nai hai..ki.

mera khuda be-sunn hai...aur muje sun raha hai..meri museebat ko sun raaha hai aur muje keh raha hai...sabr kar....khud se ishq kar, khud ke andar ke khuda ko zinda rakh aur

usse beintehaa ishq kar.....fir sab or harkat hi hogi...aahat hi aahat hogi aur roshani hi roshani hogi ...................................

P.S.: The photo was taken from internet and is not my photo...

PUT OUT THE FIRE

It is 2:40 am in the night.I am walking on the Ludlow street and everything is silent. Darkness is resting upon the deserted roads.I stop walking and wait for the signal to turn to red from green, even though all street is deserted and i could have not cared about traffic rules, but after all it is USA and at this time of the night, I should be more careful.

Inside the paths of my mind , I feel lost and my soul is incomplete. My heart is on a fire insatiable and incomprehensible, burning away for unknown reasons.

Suddenly i hear a shrill sound and a fire engine flashes by in a hurry. I am careful to remain on the other side of the path.
The slender body of the engine goes away with glowing brilliant red and orange lights on it.I am still on the other side of the road, my feet frozen at the spot

A thought flashes in my mind. Somewhere, the firefighters shall be able to douse the fire where it occured, and rescue the people from the catastrophe.
But it is such a pity that the same fire engine cannot douse the flames rising in my heart and charring it away. I thus stand in wonderment.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Sometimes, it is so strange, that you have the solution-engine passing you by, when there is fire of questions and doubts in your mind, but sometimes, the solutions which work for one situation may not work for the other. Clearly, the fire in this heart cannot be extinguished by the enormous water tank of this big fire engine, but perhaps by something else.

Just then, I sat down on a bench close to the path and there was an endless flow of water, saline though. I realized i was crying endlessly to my hearts' desire. In some time, i felt mellowing of the fire in my heart as my eyes' engines emptied themselves in full fervor.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Many a times, the solution to a problem lies inside us. Just that we need to see it through egoless eyes.