The Wish & The Battle Inside

तेरे इश्क़ में जो मर जाते तेरे इश्क़ में जो मर जाते तो हम मजनू कहलाते यह हम तो जी गए हैं तो अपने नाम से भी गए हैं

वो अपनी आँखों से सपने देखते हैं, वो मेरी आँखों से भी अपने सपने देखते हैं और मैं सबके सपने को अपनी आँखों में जगह देता हूँ | दर्द बस इतना हैं ऐ ज़िन्दगी, दर्द बस इतना सा ही तो हैं ज़िन्दगी कि... मैंने भी आँखों में एक अपना सपना सजा के रखा था जो चुप-चाप से अश्क़ बन कर बहता हैं कही वो मेरी आँखों में मेरा एक सपना ही तो हैं, जो रहता हैं दबा-सा, छुपा-सा कही, एक सपना हैं मेरा अपना जो कोई मेरी आँखों में नहीं देखता |

ये यथा मां प्रपद्यन्ते तांस्तथैव भजाम्यहम् |  मम वर्त्मानुवर्तन्ते मनुष्या: पार्थ सर्वश: || The heart-wrenching inhumanity of people being brutally killed across the globe has deeply affected me. I have witnessed the power of solidarity as individuals of diverse backgrounds, ethnicities, and religions unite in empathy and opposition to these heinous acts. However, a small faction exists that misuses religion as a cover to propagate hatred and animosity against humankind, and it is to these individuals that I wish to address my thoughts. First and foremost, the same God who created one person is responsible for creating all . If you believe in and follow the path of a single divine entity, it follows that every human being, regardless of caste, color, creed, or religion, is a child of this one Supreme God. This belief leaves no room for taking another life in the name of religious or ideological differences. No God grants the authority to extinguish a life simply becaus...

कुछ बनने की चाह में मौसम यूँ गुजर गए हम हम रह गए और ज़िन्दगी फ़ना हो गई | ~ . ~ ना सुबह की लालिमा देखी, ना रात की चांदनी मैं जब जागा तो तपती धूप से मेरा सामना हो गया | ~ . ~ हर पल में जीना चाहा हर पल में ना जिया सही और गलत की बंदिशों से जूझते वो लम्हा खो गया | ~ . ~ दौलत की चमक आज घर के कोने कोने में हैं लोग कहते है मुझे मेरी मंज़िल मिल गयी पर वो ये नहीं जानते की मेरा दिल खो गया | ~ . ~

Nov 16, 2014.  After what felt like an eternity, I finally met Vyom again. I inquired about his absence, to which he casually replied, "Glad to be back." "So, what brings you here today?" I pressed. "I was searching for answers, and to find them, I needed to ask the right questions of the right person." "Did you find the right person?" "Yes, I did. My quest was a success." "What were your questions?" "There was one in particular: How can we continue to have faith in a world that increasingly challenges the belief in a God who created it?" "And the answer..." "'You must still keep faith,'" Vyom said. I expected him to elaborate, but he didn't. "Tell me everything," I urged. "That's all there is," he replied. "I don't understand. I'm missing the connection here," I said, growing impatient. He stood up and began walking. I followed, puzzled. ...

Tomorrow the result of the elections of World's largest democracy is to be announced. I've read that the celebration and the preparation has already begun in one camp NDA and the other camp UPA is seeking solace in oblivion. Far from the politics and the two camps, this election saw the rise of the unlikely common man (Aam Aadmi), the mute spectator who for once rose from the silence and decided to break the shackles which has kept him bound for years. Six decades over but things remain the same from being tormented and looted by the outsiders now the country is been tormented and looted by the insiders. The last decade has been the threshold. What worse could have happened to this country that didn't happen in the last decade? Terrorism, gang-rapes, riots, mega-scams, farmer suicides, all are the milestones of the last decade. Will the coming years bring any change? Somewhere in the heart this country does believe that "acche din aane wale hai". This e...