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...

Literature Gathering-poem read out- Updated

Hi,
I don't know why I should not have written this post long time back (1 year ago), anyways, I wanted to share on my blog about something, which is more like an honor for me. It was the time when one of my English poems (Words of Pearl) whose theme was based on Persian culture was read in a literature gathering in Edmonton, Canada at University of Edmonton, by Mahdi, a member of the literature gathering. He printed out copies of my poem (with my picture :)) and read it out. I mention that it was more an honor because in that gathering, students generally read out poetries of great poets like Farough and Hafez!



(Picture sent by Mahdi! Thanks again!)

I have decided to post the full poem (it was written in English by me in April 2010). This poem was written from imagination and sheer magnetism of the culture my soul was recognizing at that time of my life...

Here is the poem (its technically not published in any anthology yet):

"

Your words of pearl

 

"O! My Prized possession

O! My Persian Pearl

This is you born in Esfahan.

My Pearl of Persia

My half of world.

I am standing in the bazaar in Esfahan

Waiting for you

And I hear your words from afar.

 

Sometimes,

Your words are like

The flavorful Kermani Gaz

Melting in my heart.

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Sweet and scented Zafaran

Imparting colour to my white soul

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Fragrance wafting in spring

Like the Persian rose

Like the Persian lime

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Colors meeting my eyes

When meadow is full

Of daffodils, tulips, iris, hyacinth

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Melody flowing

From Santoor

From sehtar

Like the

Symphony of peace

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Zendeh River flowing

 Through the ragged curves

Of my ear, my body

Reaching my heart

Lying like the Yazd desert

And enlivening it finally.

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Rich embroidery

On my Persian carpet

The magic carpet

From Esfahan.

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Refreshing and pure breeze

Emanating from the Caspian Sea

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Sacred quatrains

Of Hafez Shirazi

 

Or may be

Your words are like the

Chalices of wine

Intoxicating to core

 

Even amidst the clamour

And the labyrinth like paths

Of the Grand bazaar of Isfahan

Your words reach me.

 

The words of

Love on your lips

Are like the sacred fire

Burning since thousands of years

In the holy temple

In Chak Chak

And my lips

Becoming like the

Simorgh bird

When they meet your lips.

 

My Pearl, My prized possession.

We are like the two free

Gay goldfishes,

Going around

And around.

In the same

Glass jar."

 

----Shilpi, 14 April 2010

P.S. I realized that the photo of the part of the poem features a middle name for me, but I should clarify I do not have any middle name, nor is Niloufar (a Persian name of a female meaning blue water lily) my mother's name, as my mother was a Hindu and Indian.. I think it was some confusion as I had originally posted my poem in facebook (which I now don't even use as it's a scam application) with that name using more like a pen name, but its not my name or part of it :))

EVERYTHING IS PLANNED

Every being on the PLANet earth works according to a plan, that's what I have come to believe in.Well, most of us are working towards fulfillment of a plan consciously or if not so, are an inseparable entity in the whole plan of the planet earth and the life, unbeknownst to ourselves.
Picture this:

Plan for day,
Plan for the week,
Plan for the year,
Plan for five years ahead..!
Plan for life here
Plan for the hereafter..

It occurred to me in a flash, Even we were planned, isn't it..!! by our parents..( excluding those hapless children born out of unfavorable and forced circumstances)

Even God has a plan for us..!!
Everything is planned in this universe
Every thing works in a law and plan. EVERY THING..!! Believe it or not..!!


I wonder how planning is so imperative to the life of an individual.
As they say," If you are failing to plan, you are planning to fail."
True so, of late, I also embarked on the journey of making daily plans and prioritizing my tasks. For that, writing down to-do lists or using a calendar is the best thing I came upon.And I am happy I follow this process now quite properly and regularly and see most of my tasks now as a part of the universe, and not any burden hanging around. Make a plan today, no matter what it is, and pursue it with patience..! Pick up a notepad or any calendar or any good old thing you can lay your hands on and write down this very moment, what you want to do now. As it is said, writing down helps, it clears all the clutter in your mind.


Thank God, My blog post turned out exactly as I had planned..!! satisfying to the core!!