A pleasant surprise…

Last night as I was putting myself to sleep, I was distracted by a notification that came from my phone. I checked it and was amazed to find that someone had done something amazing for me. 

Thank you Mr Anonymous. But remember I won’t be using your gift until you contact me..

This post is for him/her and everyone out there who has appreciated me and my work. 

You people are the reason I am writing today. 

Your review, your criticism, your applause is what makes my hand pen down the words of my thought onto paper. 

Thank you once again. 
I request you to keep the faith in me and I promise to keep up your expectations.

Keep on commenting, keep on liking. It does amazing things to everyone.

                  Appreciation is a catalyst for big things in ordinary people.

बाज़ार।।।

बाज़ार से निकलते हुए मैंने भी आज पूछा था उन बिखरीं चीज़ों का दाम,
बेच रहा था कोई गाती हुयी मैना,
थे कई फूल अनजाने से,
रखी थी सहेज के किसी ने वो पुरानी तस्वीर,
सो रुपये, पचास रुपए, ना बाबूजी बस और नहीं,
बाज़ार रंगीन था, बाज़ार ज़िंदा था, वक़्त बेफ़िक्र था,
मासूमियत झूलों से आसमान छू रही थी,
ज़मीन पर बैठा उम्र से बड़े कपड़े पहने एक लड़क था,
तालों से भरी कुछ टोकरियाँ, कुछ चाबियाँ भी थीं,
यह ताला देखो साहब सिर्फ़ दस का,
जंग लगे उस ताले को हाथ मैं पकड़ा दिया उसने,
ले जाओ साहब, कोई नहीं खोल पाएगा इसे,
सामने जाते हुए कोई जानी पहचानी सी महक थी,
मीठे बताशे, गरमा गरम समोसे,बुढ़िया के बाल थे,
ताले दिख नहीं रहे थे, चाबियाँ कुछ ख़ामोश थी,
पाँच रुपए दूँगा, एक रुपए ना ज़्यादा,
दुकानदार ने कुछ समोसे नीचे फेंक दिए थे,
कच्चे हैं साहब, दूसरा देता हूँ,
ताले लग गए थे हाथों में उसके, चाबियाँ ना जाने कहाँ थी,
ले जाओ साहब, 
छोटे ने आज कहा था,
भैया समोसे लेते आना,
बाज़ार से निकलते हुए मैंने भी आज पूछा था उन बिखरीं चीज़ों का दाम,
कुछ सपने थे, कुछ ख़ुशियाँ थी, 
सब कुछ बिकता है यहाँ,
सब कुछ और कुछ नहीं…।।।।।।।।

You are beautiful…

You know what’s beautiful?
Beautiful is that morning gush of air that smears through your eyes, catching the glimpse of that side you have not shown to anyone.

You know what’s beautiful.
The slippers that lie on the floor, haphazard waiting for warmth of skin, your skin.

That lucky hairband that gets to feel your tender lips, that gets to tie your hair, that sometimes stay in your ring.

That warm breath you breathe into the wind chime. The wind chime rejuvenates with music.

When you cry and your eyes turn moist. Those little drops of tear, those small sobs.

You know what’s beautiful.
When I call up before a dinner. Sorry I am working late. You listen. You stay hungry. 

You know what’s beautiful.
Everything will be okay. You say. I believe.

You know what’s beautiful.
When you surprise me with a side unknown to me.

You know what’s beautiful.
When you say you are not beautiful.

But You know what.
You are beautiful. 

3 day quote Challenge- day 2 

Thank you so much for nominating me for the challenge Shahz. You are awesome. Do check her out. Her work is refreshing.

My entry

You know you have changed when the things disturbing you go down in the dustbin and you enjoy burning them with a sheepish smile. 
The rules as follows,

1.Thank the person who nominated you,

2.Post 1-3 quotes for 3 consecutive days.

3.Nominate 3 blogs each day for 3 consecutive days.

My nominees are-
1. Aanchal

2. Joytee

3. Brunda

3 day quote challenge – day 1

Thank you so much for nominating me for the challenge Shahz. You are awesome. Do check her out. Her work is refreshing.

My entry

You know you have changed when the things disturbing you go down in the dustbin and you enjoy burning them with a sheepish smile. 

The rules as follows,

1.Thank the person who nominated you,

2.Post 1-3 quotes for 3 consecutive days.

3.Nominate 3 blogs each day for 3 consecutive days.
My nominees are-

1. Chitra

2. Pins& ashes

3. Dhwani
Hope to see your posts soon. 

And a big thank you to Shahz once again.

मालिक।।

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ज़र्रा ज़र्रा तेरा ही नाम ले,

इबादत को झुके जो सिर,

हर शक्स उसका नाम ले,

परदे में तो हर इंसान ना जाने क्या कुछ है,

रेहमत पड़े जो तेरी तो हर इंसान खुदा ही है,

बारिश की कुछ बूँदें आज मुझपे भी बरसा ऐ मालिक,

ज़रा देखें तो मुझमें भी क्या है तू मालिक।।।।

I picked up the pen

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Comfortably it had stayed there for a long time,  searching for an excuse to be made a free soul,  a free maker of its own destiny,  to cover canvases of imagination,  to erode misconceptions of the many,  to say things unsaid,  to just play. 
My hands were shaking,  a deep sensation ran down the very nerves that drove these hands,  this body, this mind.  How shall I? What should I write? Were some of the questions that bombarded my peace of mind.
I picked up the pen,  adjusted the glasses which had seen the many,  unseen the many and wrote-

Ma’am,  I need 16 marks to qualify.  I will study seriously the next semester.

I did it.

Hahahhaha

The story of most of us engineers. I hope you enjoyed. 😀

Do comment.