A liitle love - bryan adams

A Little Love

Some people walk the straight and narrow - some walk the rocky road
some get the silver spoon and some get the heavy load
there's a man in a paper box he smiles whenever we walk by
we just walk a little faster and say "there but for the crazy of God go I"
But a little love - just a little love - a little love can change it all

i've been up and down this highway and I ain't seen a road sign yet
it's cold hard world baby you gotta hang on yo what you get
I don't believe in miracles but that don't mean they don't come true
well I may not get to heaven but I get a little closer when I'm with you
but a little love - just a little love - a little love can change it all

well I get a little tired walkin' down the street
people on my side - everyone I meet
but they don't know what's on my mind
and they don't know what they might find
a little love - just a little love - a little love can change it all

right when you think you don't need love is when you need it most
even if you got the father the son and the holy ghost
well there's more to truth baby than what we know is true
ya we wonder round in the darkness
but every now and then a little shines thru
and a little love - just a little love can change it all

HAPPY LOVE

This poem comes from a well known polish poet Wislawa Szymborska, i came across this one long time ago when i was drawn towards poems, today after a long time, i read it again and felt like sharing it on my blog.

HAPPY LOVE

Happy love. Is that normal,
is that serious, is that useful--
what does the world get out of two people
who don't see the world?

Lifted towards each other for no valid reason,
no different from a million others, but convinced
that it had to be thus--as reward for what? Nothing:
light falling from nowhere--
why on them and not on others?

Does this offend justice? Yes.
Does it upset solicitously piled principles,
does it upset morals? It does upset and topple them.

Look at these happy ones:
would they at least put on some disguise,
pretend a little despondency to sustain their friends!
Hear how they laugh--offensively.
The language they use--seemingly intelligible
As for those ceremonies, the fuss,
their fanciful reciprocal duties--
they look like a conspiracy behind humanity's back!

It's hard to predict the outcome
if their example could be followed.
What would sustain religions and poets,
what would be remembered, what abandoned,
who would wish to stay within its bounds.

Happy love. Is it necessary?
It's tactful and sensible to ignore this scandal in Life's higher spheres.
Fine babies are born without its assistance.
Never, never could it populate the earth,
given its rare occurence.


Let people who haven't known happy love
insist it's nowhere to be found.
With such faith it'll be easier for them to live and to die.


--Wislawa Szymborska --
--trans. Adam Czerniawski--

Fall colors

कुछ हरे हैं, कुछ लाल हैं, तो है कुछ पीले भी
सभी रँगों ने सजाई है यह धरती प्यारी सी !!!

I had thought of collecting leaves ॥ but clicked the picture instead !

यह करें और वोह करें , ऐसा करें वैसा करें

यह करें और वोह करें , ऐसा करें वैसा करें
जिन्दगी दो दिन की है, दो दिन हम क्या क्या करें
यह करें और वह करें, ऐसा करें वैसा करें

जीं में आता है कि दें
पर्दे से पर्दे का ज़वाब
हम से वोह पर्दा करें, हम से वोह पर्दा करें
दुनिया से हम पर्दा करें

यह करें ओर वह करें, ऐसा करें वैसा करें.........

सुन रहा हूँ कुछ लुटेरे आ गए हैं शहर में
सुन रहा हूँ कुछ लुटेरे आ गए हैं शहर में
आप जल्दी बंद अपने,अआप जल्दी बंद अपने
घर का दरवाज़ा करें .

यह करें और वोह करें , ऐसा करें वैसा करें.......

इस पुरानी बेवफ़ा दुनिया का रोना कब तलक
आएये मिल झुल के दुनिया एक नयी पैदा करें

यह करें और वोह करें .....

Remember listening to this ghazal by jagjit singh and chitra as a kid .. it used to be there in my dad's collection and i guess i liked it so much then that even today when i listen to it ,.. it makes me smile .. then i liked it for some reason that i don't remember now ..

Now i like it for other reasons and also understand it better :)

yesterday and today ...

How do you do it
manage to bring a tear and a smile
all at the same time

your words touch the
deepest chords of my heart
Its not something that
has happened just today
just like that

It has always been like this
yesterday and today ...

dettachments from attachments

Importance of the so called cell phone ..
there was a time when i refused to have a cell phone .. coz somewhere i thought i dont need it and after all i was just a student who didnt earn any money, so how could i add on the monthly expenses of the cell phones on my parents ..

then came the time when i had to take one ..then i bought my own cell phone .. well well well ...

Its not abt that phone .. but its abt my recent phone .. which accidently slipped out of my hand n fell flat on the floor ....it was nokia phone so i thought its okay .. i keep dropping my cell phones .. its not a new thing .. but when i picked it up ... its display was all cracked .. and so was my heart;s condition .. i had heard .. that it pains when u break something which was bought with the hard earned money .. yup i got to feel the pain ..whole day went in same thoughts :(
even went to the cell phone place .. they wont gimme a new phone .. not even anyphone ...
okay !

But i gotto have one soon .. these days i dont maintain any phone books ...so all the contacts are gone ..except the few which i remember .. thank goodness i still have some gray cells !

It hurts more coz i have never been tech savy .. but this time i splurged into the same race and spent quite a bit .. but of no use .. didnt even use it for 3 months .. aaahhhhh...

well i realised how materialistic i have become .. a simple breaking of cell phone reminded me of that .. and hence i decided tht such a small object cant make me feel sad .. or make me angry ..
Its worldly attachment ..

one small gadget ..thanks for the reminder ...

On the path of spirituality, if i want to climb one step higher ,
i got to dettach from the attachments !!!!!

Rain is falling cham chama cham ...

I love this line for some reason, and its apt for todays blog ..
yup its pouring again and its falling cham chama cham ...

How do i associate with rains
Earliest memories of it goes back to childhood days, running to get drenched in rain and mud..
walking with daddy ji on the streets of coming back from school, with those duckback shoes and raincoats ..jumping and splashing water all over

Then with passing years it changed to, having Garma garam chai and pakoda's ...

Then came the college days where rains meant having butta's walking on the streets of matunga.

today it was beautiful too in many ways :)

Mostly having samosa's at school !

Seems like it turned out to be a food blog ..
rather than something abt the rain ...

Sawan barse ...

something sweet from the mail as it was sent :)

I once read somewhere…..

You can not force a flower to bloom….

Nor can you force love to bloom….

It will unfold in it’s own time.

All my love,

R.

At the shuttle stop

Apne bhitar chalti uthal puthal main
vyaasat insaan
kya ek pal ki bhi fursat nahin hai tujhe ???

Dekh zaara kitna sundar hai yeh jahan
aasmaa hi hai kitna vishaal
Kitne badaloon ko hai samete
jhalak rahe hain kitne raang isske ...

By wandering soul !
while waiting at the shuttle stop ... these lines had just come to me ..
It was a beautiful evening a little chilly and windy.
It felt like it was going to rain,the sky was filled with these clouds and it was showing all the possible colors, it was fall and the leaves were falling and flying along with the wind !!!

चलती उथल पुथल में व्यस्त इंसान
क्या एक पल की भी फुरसत नहीं तुझे ???

देख ज़रा कितना सुन्दर है यह जहाँ...
आसमा ही है कितना विशाल
कितने रंग हें झलक राहे इसके
समेटे है कितने बदलून को

Rainbow

Rainbow

It was thursday evening
when the rain had just stopped
and the sun was back again

I looked outside the window
and saw this beautiful array of VIBGYOR,
Bending from one end of the sky to the other
with the clouds clinging around this bow

So, there was this pond
with a water fountain surrounded with trees
with leaves that were yellow,red, green and orange

what a sight it was ,
the child inside me was awakened with the same excitement
as it had several years ago after seeing the rainbow
amongst those snowcapped mountains !

By wandering soul ...10/19/07 in B415,
while remembering the rainbow on 10/18/07




here is a pic .. clicked by my cell phone ..couldnt capture the real beauty with this
but i like it still :)

Oct 13' 2007 spectrum

Amost 20 days past and no entry into the blog world ..
seems like things are keeping u too busy !!!

Today was a great day,
getting up with alarms set for friday
once waking me up at 7 n then at 8 am
soon i realised it was saturday
slept for an hr or so ...
and in that hr many plans were made ..

rock show.... visiting temple in the evening !!!!
thats a broad spectrum

last 12 days

Last 12 days have been something in its own way
Nights have been longer than days, or the days were longer than nights

sometimes the day didnt move at all and at times they just flew by..
whatever it was, you were always in mind

Thoughts come and thoughts pass by
One moment looks so gloomy, other makes it all bright ..

Is this you or its just my imagination..
but the last few days have been a revelation ..

Is 12 just a number, or has it become something for me
Dec, the 12th month of this year, will eventually say it all to me ..

simple joys of life

Simple things in life always makes me happy, and some simple gestures fill life with much needed warmth in days when one is far away from loved ones. Staying away from home has become a way of life, i guess but on days like these when i am not feeling well, i do want to keep my head on my mom's lap or rest my head on my dad's shoulder or i miss being asked by brothers if i am feeling better or if i need something or what should i eat , have i taken my medicines, or being taken care of ..

how spoiled ! though i thank God for spoiling me :) by giving me this great family.

Today when i was not feeling well at all, a friend visited me just like that ..saw that i am not well .. asked me to get medicines ( i had been to health center, but they dont have any appointments till next tuesday, why do we pay health insurane if i cant even see a doc on the day when i need to anyways ..) i said yes, will go to pharmacy to get some though. and we talked and my friend left.

Its late in the night and its starting to get cold too, i hear a knock at the door, i looked through the pinhole and i cant see the person clearly, still i openned the door .. and here they were my medicines and i had nothing to say but thanks with a smile and he said, ' i couldn't see u like that, i had to get these for you' and then left from the door itself.I dint know what to say but this act did touch me. Good people are around where ever you are and i am thankful to God for such people and for good life.

Simple people ,simple gestures, didnt had to do it, but did it,
hope i can do the same, hope i have a heart like that simple and pure !

With each passing moment

With each passing moment
with each passing day.
Life shows us, many shades,
other than just white and gray..

Dreams come by in a moment
the very next moment breaks them too
I have not seen, the making or breaking of it in your eyes,
but the voice, reveals the unseen and unsaid too

You cannot deny the facts,
every time you revisits the dreamland
It fills you up with the same highs,
and takes you to the depths too ..

With each passing moment
with each passing day
Life, brings along a hope too !

wandering soul is wandering a lot these days and this attempt comes in such a journey, where the soul knows nothing but onething that he has to go on.hopefully the journey turns out to be fruitful !

Irony of life

kehte thee tum hamesha aur sunti thi main bhi hamesha
kehti thi main bhi hamesha , aur sunte the tum bhi hamesha

kya ab yeh sun ne ke liye bheekh mangni hogi
har koi to kehta hai , main bhi kehti hun har kissi ko

to phir aaj tum se kyun sun na tha mujhe
ek din maine hi to mana kiya tha tumhe yeh kehne ko

phir aisa kya hua, jo please keh ne ke baad bhi
naaa main sun saki , kyunki shayad tum keh naa sake

khamoshi tumhari sab keh gayi
khamosh mujhe bhi kar gayi shayad hamesha hamesha ke liye

baas dil main ek dard sa hua, hoton par haansi bhi aayi
ashru ban ke meri aankhoon se woh jhalak bhi aayi

Month of august

Happenings in August,

I had started this month with this slogan naya din nayi shuruwaat !

August has been a month of many events and dramas ..
some at personal level some at professional.

It went as a swing from various ups n downs
It was a month of learning ...

It was filled with fun and laughter at times
and then came the soul shaking moments as well ..

It was a month of new beginings and yes i am making a start ..
at the same time it marks end to many lingering tales from the past..

all in all, made me grow as an individual, lots been learned !

I read it somewhere once, that life is an informal school,
where we have to learn lessons to move to next grade
and till the lessons are really learned, this school called life
will keep teaching the same lessons ..

I think i have been learning the same lessons again n again since feb 2006 and i think i have learned mine ..though it took me long but i think i am ready to move to the next grade :)

missing someone ..

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them, knowing you can't have them !

She read this saying somewhere and then this thought struck to her ..
how many people might have actually experienced this and who knows how painful it might be?

Something happened and the counter questioning started,
why people? why don't u address it directly to your own self ..

Haven't u experienced it? don't u know how painful it is? why ask people for some feeling when u know exactly how it feels ?

It wasn't that long ago, does the passing sec, min, hrs, days, weeks, months, years make you forget the emotions or feelings .. or does time heals it all ?

Tears started flowing through her eyes, the water hasn't dried up yet, the wounds are still fresh, The smiles are just for the outer world and even the questions how it must feel? was an act! but where do u let me suceed, even my acts can't hide it all ..

The memories of their last meeting are still fresh, It was a beautiful evening, they were at the seashore, sitting on that wodden white bench watching the sun go down, the last few rays of the sun falling on her made her big beautiful eyes more lively, the wind was just perfect, fluttering her white dress and playing gently with her hair. He couldnt take his eyes off from her, he asked for her hand, not for lifetime but just for that evening! he wanted to hold it atleast once in his lifetime eventhough it was just for a while, It was complete !

They sat their speechless hand in hand with their interlocked fingers. She had wished for the time to stop there, but where does all the wishes come true!

Both of them knew they can't have eachother and this was the worst way to miss someone, sitting right beside each other.

Take it easy !

Kehna hai kuch tumse, kya tum ho yahan, kya keh sakti hun main kuch ?
Aisa kehne par aur keh kya sakte ho tum, kehna padaa tha tumhe, Haan boliye

Udaas hun main kuch aaj, to??? Udaasi ki wajeh zaroor poochi thi tumne
Safalta haath naa lagi thi mere aaj, Ek imtehaan se haari thi main

Is par tum ne kaha tha, arey yeh to baat hai haansne ki
Jaaoo khud par hansoon aur logon ko jaa kar batao

Meri ankhoon main aansoon hain, Honton par haansi nahin
Aur tumhare liye tha yeh ek haansne ka mauka?

Kaha tum ne, jab haans sako kissi chez par to phir rona kyun?

Aur kuch bhi keh dala tumne, Life is a curious mess, laugh at these absurdities !

Naa thi main tayaar kuch bhi sunne ke liye, Kehna tha mujhe apne dil ka haal

Par kehte gaye tum, jo tha tumhe kehna,
I know many people who have failed many times…
You have a long way to go before you qualify as miserable !

Chubhi yeh baatein, dil to takleef bhi hui thi
Par sacchai thi ismain bahut gehri, yeh main jaan gayi

Jo pal beet gaya, so beet gaya, Kaun usse badal sakta hai ?
Kiya maine bhi iss sachai ko sweekar!

Khudh ko samjhate, kaha maine khud se
Aansun nahin bahate in choti choti cheezon par
Abhi to bahut aayenge zindagi ke safar main iss se bhi bade imtehaan

Jo sunna chahti thi kissi se woh ab sun rahi thi apne bheetar se

Shukriya tumhen kehte huey chali main bhi apni rah par.
take it easy ! phir awaaj thi yeh kahin si aayi .

Some kind gestures made a day !

Riti's day started as any other day starts these days. Nothing new had happened in months but yes a new person has arrived to this new land from home which is these days a far away land and the common thing with this person is the day of Riti's arrival to new land 3 years back.
Yes Aug 1,2004, when Riti had left her home in aspirations of dreams !

This new person, has spent five years at the place where riti, went every summers. The person took Riti to the places to which she could associate with.The names of the places, the language, the colours all flashed back in her mind, but mostly it was the people she met there, or may be it was just a person who remained with her from the flash back. The person who was the closest of all and is no more there, the void that has been created by this persons absence took over her, there was uneasiness in her, which slowly started to grow inside and forced her to go back into the past.

Riti has started to cope up with the changes that life has forced into her, acceptance has been made. but the memories of those days still linger in her mind, some good ones make her smile and some shatter her. Riti can't let her fall again, so she collected the spread out that was created and put all the things together.

Friends make life beautiful and thats true, Riti's blessed with few friends whom god just sends to her at the right time, and such friends made an entry in body or voice and made the day little better.

The thing that touched her the most today was when she was waiting for the bus, and there was no sign of it, she looked at the watch and the the time on her cell phone the time was right but no bus, she heard a call from someone, she turned behind and it was her neighbour who called out to her and told her that the bus left, she smiled and said thanks to the african american lady.The lady didnt stop at that, she said the next one is only half n hour later, may be the lady sensed the need to go where riti was going, she said i can drop you, just hopp in. Riti had never entered in some one's car like that in strangers car, yah its her neighbour, but her neighbours are starngers too .. she took her chance and the lady dropped her where she needed to go.

Riti thanked her for the timely help and asked smiled thanking god who is always with her, even though she forgets that.. and she thought on her way back why and from where this happened , though she remembered one day this lady had knocked at her door late in the night as she had some headache and wanted some medicines and she had given her what she needed .. also one day the same lady had asked for a five dollar bill this had scared Riti, as she had thought why would she want money from her and she had forgotton abt it with no expectation to get it back .. but she didnt want the lady to come back again for borrowing money, but one day she had again come and this time it was to return the money ..
and today she had actually helped her without even asking for help and riti has still doubted ..

Have we become like this somewhere ? started doubting people, even if something good is being offered ?

The doubts have not come all of a sudden, there have been experiences where she has taken people as they are and then had troubles which she has to deal with till date, sometimes a warm smile to an elderly person, has caused her problems and has generated fear in her, which overpowers her and this fear makes her so suspicious abt people in general ..

But at the same time she has met people who are actually what they are, and that lets her still believe in goodness and kind gestures ..

New month .. new beginings ..

Summers are almost over, May, june , july just flew by.
August has already made an entry, another new month has arrived.
In other words may be its time, a new month .. for new beginings !
As i always say, naya din ... nayi shuruwaat !

Shuruwaat ek nayi safar ki,
Shuruwaat ek naye path par chalne ki ..
shuruwaat cheezon ko sametne ki
jo bikhri padi hain yahan bhi aur wahan bhi..
Mushkiloon se zhoozhne ke
nit koshish karte rehne ki..
Shuruwaat ek mangalmay jeevan jeene ki

Its abt time,
to take responsibilities and move forward in the best possible manner :)

A conversation abt gym ...

Come Summers and people are in full swing to go to Gym.
Some go to loose weight, some to maintain weight, some to keep fit, some to put on weight, some can't decide why? but still as all are going they go too...

Some tell proudly, i do this and i do that ..

There are some who have a hectic schedule that they cant take out some time to go.
while there are others, who out of their shear lethargy, can't do it either...

One such conversation ...

You say,

u keep getting fatter day by day ...

and i say ..

Keep getting fatter
Afterall ...
How does it matter
In the end ..
You still look better

and you say ........

keep getting fatter ?
doesn't it already seems to be a matter ??

Give a little thought, give me some jolts and boltz

and i say ..

Okay if u say so ..and If that doesnt work
Am i allowed to use some of the kickboxing skills ?

to this you say ..

well, i am off for jogging , right away :)

well, the kickboxing did all the work ..
the kickboxing that i never went to ..
and u assumed i do ....

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Then thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee --
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company:
I gaz'd -- and gaz'd -- but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant and in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

--William Wordsworth

You who never arrived !

You who never arrived - Rainer Maria Rilke
- This is a poem by Rilke, who is considered one of the greatest 20th century poet, this poem was written in German and translated in English by Stephen Mitchell, I liked the poem and thought of sharing it.

You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved,
who were lost from the start,
I don't even know what songs would please you.
I have given up trying to recognize you
in the surging wave of the next moment.
All the immense images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,longing.
An open window in a country house-, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...

An offering to you

My heart longs for your presence, Oh dearest one !
Your smiling face, i keep seeing it with open or close eyes
Your words, i keep hearing them in my ears
Your love, fills my heart and my eyes too

Why have u left me alone, Why cant you take me along.
All i want is to be with you, in your arms
Hold me close, i cant take this separation
Or fill this life with your love

let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you
let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...

Fill this life with love .. yes, love all pervasive love ..
Let this life be an offering, An offering to you.

written on July 9' 2007 by wandering soul, here it is again with some changes ..

चाँद और कवि

Sharing this beautiful poem " chand aur Kavi" by Ram dhari singh "dinkar"
रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।

है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?मैं चुका हूँ
देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
ओर लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी
चांदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।

आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज उठता है और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।

न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?

मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
ओर उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।

मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
वाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।

swarg के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।

- दिनकर

Source : http://www.kaavyaalaya.org/

Do i disturb you a lot

Do i disturb you a lot ?
you dont have to answer this question
as i know i do ....

I was not supposed to ask you the obvious
but still my uncontrolled fingers typed it out

and now i dont know what else to write to make it look less silly
why do i always end up embarassing myself like this ?

sometimes i feel, i am not talking to u
but i am talking to someone whom i know

and i say things ..which can be said
then soon i realise, its not someone whom i know but you !
you who are a stranger to me

Even you refer to this as " were you having conversation with yourself "
and may be you know and understand

So in your own sweet gentle way,
you say ," its fine as long as i can't hear you"
then you give a smile :) and go away !

Scribbled on 9 july 2007
sometimes situations make you write ..
sometimes situations make you falter a little...
sometimes you are lucky to accidently stumble into good people
who sometimes knowingly unknowingly make you smile, give u company..when at times you need it the most..
sometimes you fall straight on your face and realise they were just strangers they were not friends or loved ones who would care...
How would i have known this .. if you had not stepped out ..
leaving me in this emptiness ...and filling yourself to the brim ..

A selected Romantic Poetry by Elizabeth Barret Browning

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death

longing to be with you

My heart longs for your love ..oh dearest one ..
My eyes longs to see you ..oh dearest mother..
your words and bhajans keep playing in my ears
your love fills my heart and eyes ..

Oh mother why have u left this child alone
why cant you take me away with you
make this life worth serving you

All i want is to be with you, in your sweet divine arms ..

Hold me close oh my dear mother, this child of yours cant take this separtion

or fill my life with your love
love love love .. all pervasive love ..the love that you are ,
fill me with the same love ..

let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you

let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...

let my life be an offering
An offering to you , at your lotus feet ..

Question ???

I have a question in my mind

I said i have a question in my mind, but now i have one more

I now have some more questions

Asking these questions..

Many more questions start to pop up

A question here and a question there ..

Such is life full of questions ..

I will end it with a question

when was it not a question ?

contd ....(still its incomplete )

naya hai suraj naya hai din bhi
naya hai din to hai nayi shuruwaat bhi
naya hain manzilain is liye naya hai safar bhi

kehta hai kudh ko naya musafir
naye safar ki is daud main
mil gaye hain usse ab naye humsafar bhi

Naye safar ki shuruwaat ab
lagti hai usse badi suhani si

Naya din hai laya saath
nayi khushiyaan bhi

kyun na ho ? yeh pal suhana
intezaar kiya hai usne
iss naye din ka

naya hai din ab ...nayi hai shuruwaat bhi

नया दिन नयी शुरुवात

नया दिन नयी शुरुवात (needs to be completed ) ....

naya hai suraj naya hai din bhi
naya hai din to hai nayi shuruwaat bhi
naya hain manzilain is liye naya hai safar bhi

kehta hai kudh ko naya musafir
naye safar ki is daud main ..naye hain humsafar bhi

.........................................................................................................................................

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं

Another favorite ghazal of mine by Jagjit Singh and Chitra Singh ...
written by Nida fazli


दुनिया जिसे कहते.. जादू का खिलौना है ..
मिल जाये तो मिट्टी है .. .खो जाये तो सोना है ..

दुनिया .. दुनिया...

अच्छा सा कोइ मौसम .. तन्हा सा कोइ आलम
हर वक्त का रोना तो .. बेकार का रोना है ..

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं ..जादू का खिलौना है ..

बरसात का बदल तो .. दीवाना है क्या जाने
किस राह से बचना है .. किस छत को भिगोना है ..

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं .. जादू का खिलौना है ..

गम हो की ख़ुशी दोंनों. ..कुछ देर के साथी हैं
फिर रास्ता रास्ता है .. हंसना है ना रोना है ..

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं .. जादू का खिलौना है ..

twenty love poems and a song of despair --Pablo Neruda

"Poems and a Song of Despair "this collection of poems came to me at a time when i was in the so called poetic phase. I enjoyed reading each and every poem, i read and re-read these poems. Thanks to a friend who shared the book with me ..

my favorites are ....

Ah Vastness of Pines

The morning is Full

So that you will hear me

I remember you as you were

white bee

Everyday you play

I Like for you to be still

In my sky at twilight

Here I love you

Tonight I Can Write..

I like this one the most.. I like the way its written, simple words which convey such deep emotions, memories of love and the pain still so romantic. Set up in the night under the starry sky ..orginally written in spanish and published in 1924 in chile as "Veinte poemas de amor y una cancio'n desperado" .. i have read the english translation .. as long as remember Pablo Neruda wrote this one when he was just 19 years old.

Its such a treat to read .. i absolutely love this one :)

may be i should share this one here ...


Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'the night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance".

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings .

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I love her, and sometimes she loves me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes i lover her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight i can write the saddest lines.
To think that i do not have her. To feel that i have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

Whast does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This ia all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitenning the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how i loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe i love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long

Because through nights like this one i held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that i write for her.

the exciting journey through google maps ..

It all started with getting directions to a place, from google maps .

I had lots of time in hand, and so saw the satellite option there ... had seen it before but didnt pay so much attention ...I had used satellite option but for locating places in US .. but ..today explored a little more .. reached home ...

ended up looking up looking for himachal..

I remember having a conversation with my advisor about himachal or for that matter with fellow students.or friends (international) who often know where bombay is .. but when i tell them about Himachal they look surprised ..and all i say is," have u seen map of india, do u remember the neck portion of it or the state below Jammu and Kashmir ????

They would say yah .. but i know most of the times its just a yes !

Anyways, i could locate few districts of himachal, like Bilaspur (visited), Chamba, Hamirpur ( visited ), Kangra (my place), Kullu, Mandi, Shimla ( visited),Una (been there)

But couldn't locate Lahol and Spiti, Kinnaur, Solan (visited),sirmour..

I have travelled a lot in HRTC and other private buses to go to school, and i remember the routes and the names of the places...and there is so much more to it ..

I was happy to see palampur, dharamshala, yol, pathiar, bhawarna ...

The wandering soul .. actually travelled far far away through google maps, reached a place so close to her heart and the journey actually became exciting !

PS: all the images are taken from google maps .

Likhna to chahun main ...

likhna hai kitna kuch
par likh nahin paaun main ..

kehna hai bahut kuch
par phir bhi kyun keh nahin paaun main ...

Kya woh main hi thi ..
jo kehti thi sab kuch

subah ki shurawaat karti theen meri batein
raat bhi to dhalti thi meri baaton se..

pal pal ka haal sunati meri baatein
sab kuch keh daalna
sab pata tha
tumhe bhi..mujhe bhi ..

yeh bhi main hi hun ..
jo keh naa paaye kuch bhi

kehna to main bhi chahun
par keh na paaun

baas sunte sunte tumhein
kuch sansein bharti hun abb main.

Likhna to bahut kuch chahti hun
par likh naahin paaun main

.............devnagri script might bring some impact ........

लिखना है कितना कुछ
पर लिख नहीं पाऊं मैं ॥

कहना है बहुत कुछ
पर फिर भी क्यों कह नहीं पाऊं मैं

क्या वोह मैं ही थी ..
जो कहती थी सब कुछ

सुबह की शुरावात करती थीं मेरी बातें
रात भी तो ढलती थी मेरी ही बातों से..

पल का हाल सुनाती मेरी बातें
सब कुछ कह डालना
सब पता था
तुम्हे भी..मुझे भी ..

यह भी मैं ही हूँ ..
जो कह ना पाए कुछ भी

कहना तो मैं भी चाहूँ
पर कह ना पाऊं

बस सुनते सुनते तुम्हें
कुछ सांसें भरती हुं अब मैं।

लिखना तो बहुत कुछ चाहती हूँ
पर लिख नहीं पाऊं मैं

............ How about some translation ..................

likhna hai kitna kuch par likh nahin paaun main ..

I want to write so many things .. but i can't write ...

kehna hai bahut kuch par phir bhi kyun keh nahin paaun main ...

I want so say so many things ... but donno why can't i say ...

Kya woh main hi thi .. jo kehti thi sab kuch

Was that me ? who used say it all ..

subah ki shurawaat karti theen meri batein raat bhi to dhalti thi meri baaton se..

The morning started with my talks and the night ended with my talks too

pal pal ka haal sunati meri baatein sab kuch keh daalna sab pata tha tumhe bhi..mujhe bhi ..

My talks used to narrate the story of every moment ...That way you were aware of whats going on and so was i ...

yeh bhi main hi hun .. jo keh naa paaye kuch bhi

This is also me .. who can't say anything anymore

Baas sunte sunte tumhe kuch sansein bharti hun abb main.

I just listen to you ...taking some breathes in between ...

Likhna to bahut kuch chahti hun par likh naahin paaun main

I want to write a lot .. but i can't write anymore !

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wandering soul, attempts another poem , have tried to translate it..any comments or suggestion are welcomed, this will help me improve :)

somewhere down the menory lanes of my childhood ..my times in himachal.. in pahadi

aaj kuch pahadiya ch likhne da dil karada ..par kya ..eh haali tak minjo paata ni hai ..

akhin band karein taa ..pehli cheez minjo je dusdi seh hai ..mera ghar ..
kaane tithu the dusde duraan ch lukde ucche pahad..

yaad aunda minjo .. se neugal khadda da paani. tispar lal pul ...
pulle par chaldi chuk chuk kardi railgaddi ..

kadi kadi yaad aaunda seh time jaalu .. saare bache khadda ch khelna jande thee
ghante ghante machli pakadne di koshish kari ke ..ek bhi machali ni mildi thi ..

bhedaan charde gaddi bhi dusde citiyan bajande apne dhane jo wapis ...gaderne jo layi jaande ..
kadi kadi bheduan , cheluan kaane khelna .. par gaddiyan de kutte te dar bhi darna bhi yaad hai

Sanjha pani lene tayian bain jaandiyan kudiyaan kanne main bhi gappa mardi
seh saare apne ghade ghadolu.. chukki kari .. kai bari matiyaan gattan lagande
minjo sain kuch sirf doolu ye jo layi kari bhi jaande thee ..
baas peene tai paani lai undi ..eh boli kar ghare te bahar nikali se jaandi thi ..


seh kacche amb,, kaddi kaddi imli, amrood, aaloo bhakhare kanne mirchaan waala lun ..
hmmm.. muin ch paani aayi gaya ...

Bhedach baithi kari .. sunset dikhna ..badde the haith khelna ..
phulanue de phulla kaane malan bananiyaan ...chikka de bhande banane ..

seh gulli danda khelna, kanche khelne, stapu ..kadi kadi chatta te chalang marni
munduan kanne reddi banani ...kanne phiri tissa reddiyan ch sawari karni

baitha de upare te bunna tak jaana .. phiri aagar kadi kapde gaye phatti ta gharein jaai kari daant khana bhi yaad hai ..
sadaka ch cycle chalani .. kai bari bassa diya chatta par chadi kari schoole jo jaana bhi yaad hai ..


Likhde likhde .. many memories are sprouting out ... some things which were there but were hidden somewhere down the layers of time ...

these are just some of the glimpses of all the fun that i had .. there is lots more .. may be i should write it all down ...sometimes i feel i am making this blog like my dairy .. which is filled .. may be i should gift one to myself ... anyways these are some of the random thoughts of this wandering soul .. which went to its childhood ...

My time in himachal was one the best times i had.. first 11 years of my life that i spent there.. thats why the strong connection with himachal ... love himachal from the core of my heart :)

enough scribblings for the day .. bye bye ..

title track from cheeni kum ...

Recently heard the soundtrack of cheeni kum and liked the songs ...
The title song cheeni kum sounds pleasant to me ..

have been listening to it for quite some days now :)

here are the .. lyrics of the song ...

चीनी कम है चीनी कम है , थोड़ी थोड़ी तुझ मैं है कम, कम कम है कम कम
धीरे धीरे, हौले हौले, दूर दूर होगी प्रॉब्लम, हमदम ओ हमदम
सुनले कभी, कहती है क्या, दिल की सदा भी
चीनी कम है..चीनी कम है, थोड़ी थोड़ी तुझे में है कम, कम कम है कम कम
धीरे धीरे, हौले हौले, दूर दूर होगी प्रॉब्लम, हमदम ओ हमदम

दर्द जाता है मुस्कुराके, देख ले देख ले आज़मा के
नर्म होता है मौम जल्के, देख ले देख ले तू पिघल के
मौझों में है कल्कल, लम्हों में है हलचल
ठहरा यहाँ पे पल है क्यों, क्यों

ख़्वाब रंगीन हैं इस जहाँ के, देख ले देख ले तू सजा के
अपने साये से तू निकल के, देख ले देख ले तू बदल के
रंगों के है मेले, खुशियों के है रेले
ध्ढ़्कन में पहरा क्यों है क्यों... क्यों

चीनी कम है चीनी कम है, थोड़ी थोड़ी तुझ मैं है कम,
धीरे धीरे, हौले हौले, दूर दूर होगी प्रॉब्लम, हमदम ओ हमदम
सुनले कभी, कहती है क्या, दिल की सदा भी
चीनी कम है .. चीनी कम है, थोड़ी थोड़ी तुझे में है कम, कम कम है कम कम
धीरे धीरे, हौले हौले, दूर दूर होगी प्रॉब्लम, हमदम ओ हमदम

what did i listen today

Morning started peacefully with amma bhajans ...

In school, wanted to hear a song which came to my mind from no where ..listenned to it many times ...

mastana mausam hai
rangeen nazara
dhadhkan kya kehti hai
samjho isshaara ...
aaj se jaane man dil hai tumhara...

listenning to it actually helped me solve something was that long due...I finally got it :)
was happy all day :)

Afternoon was spent listenning to a CD which was made by a friend .. bangla songs ..
sweet language and some wonderful songs .. enjoyed it thoroughly though dont understand the language completely ..but music had no language ... if u like it ... u like it ...

and as i am writing this .. a friend enters with his guitar .. so i am going to try my hands on it ...
may be its the right time to have my own .. i think i will have it soon ...

i think rest of the evening will be filled with the guitar sessions ...

happy days are back again .. filled with music .. friday evenings are not boring anymore :)

pyaar koshish karne se nahin ..

Pyaar koshish karne se nahin hota
pyaar to baas ho jaata hai ..
pyaar main effort nahin lagta
issi liye to pyaar effortless kehlata hai ..

Kabhi kabhi manzil pata hone se ..
safar assan ho jaata hai
par ..
hamesha manzilein teh kar ke
safar shuru to kiya nahin jaata hai

kabhi kabhi sab assan lagta hai
lekin phir kathin ho jaata hai ..
par ..
hamesha kathin dikhti rahein
samay assan bhi to bana jaata hai ...

Pyaar koshish karne se nahin hota
pyaar to baas ho jaata hai..
yeh to ab samay ke haath hai
ki woh tumhe aur mujhe kahan le jaata hai ..

Thoughts of wandering soul..
started scribbling on 5 june 2007
completed 7 june 2007

real rollercoaster ride :)

Summer is in full swing and so is the fun ...

what a rollercoaster means .. i know it now ..

After 1987 ie in Appu Ghar in Delhi was the last time when i remember i had such rides, not the intense ones though as i was still a child.

Now in 2007 after 20 years went to six flags, have been avoiding it to the best i could but thanks to dear friend who because of his persistent efforts finally convinced me if not to buy a season pass but to atleast go.

When i entered the park and i saw the rides. I was scared to see people scream and way rides were going. But i was asked to try the batman ride, as according to my friend's philosophy," if i decide to have no more rides after this one, i will at least be able to tell all that i had taken this one".

All the time while we were waiting for the ride ... i kept asking this friend .. do u think i will be able to take it ? all he said was, yah it will be fun !..

so was it ! .. i was glad that i did it :)

Then came the other one Mr Freeze .. which was something that scared me.
It was fun again ..

My fav ride was superman's power of tower .. it was around 220 ft in height .. this ride made me realise that i am not scared of heights and the free fall was a real thrill.

Other rides were fun too .. it was a day filled with fun .. absolute fun :)

It was a great day .. so much different then my normal days.

I saw the child inside me... become live :)

bhram hai tumhe .. lekin yeh yakein hai humain

भ्रम है तुम्हें ..
लेकिन यह यकिन है हमें ..

भ्रम मैं यूं भ्रमित मत रहना
कहते रहो जो है कहना ..
आवाज़ ग़र दोगे ...
कहते रहोगे जो है कहना ..
तो सुनेगा ज़माना सारा
वह ज़ुबानेँ भी सुनेंगीं,
जिन्हे है तुम ने पुकारा

भ्रम है तुम्हें ..
लेकिन यह यकिन है हमेँ
बहुत ज़ुबानो को आवाज़ ज़रूर दोगे तुम ॥

This was an attempt to write something inspired by this line "yeh bhram hai mujhe ki bahut zubaanoon ko awaaz doonga main"

mere jaise ban jaaoge ..

Another one from Jagjit singh but with Chitra singh
lyrics by Gulzaar saab ..
Like the melody of this one ...


Mere jaise ban jaoge
jab ishq tumhe ho jayega
Deewaron se takaraooge
Jab ishq tumhe ho jayega

Har baat gawara kar loge
Mannat bhi utara kar loge
Taabeezein bhi bandhwaoge
Jab ishq tumhe ho jayega

Tanhai ke jhulle jhoologe
Haar baat purani bhoologe
Aaine se tum ghabaraoge
Jab ishq tumhe ho jayega

mere jaise ban jaaoge ..

Jab suraj bhi kho jayega
Aur chand kahin soo jayega
Tum bhi ghar der se aaooge
Jab ishq tumhe ho jayega

Bechaini jab badh jayege
Aur yaad kisi ki ayegi
Tum meri ghazalein gaaoge
Jab ishq tumhe ho jayega

Mere jaise ban jaoge
Tab ishq tumhe ho jayega
Deewaron se takarooge
Jab ishq tumhe ho jayega

tumne ...

I Don't have an appropriate title for this one ..will update it once i find one !

tumne hasaya tha bahut mujhe har din
par ab roz rulate bhi to ho...

kehte ho ki tum yeh nahin chahte
phir bhi kahin na kahin dil dukhate to ho ..

aaj kehete ho ki man lun main haar
kar lun yeh sweekaar...
kar lun samjhota kismat ke
maan lun isse vidhi ka vidhaan ..

jhoojna bhi tumhi ne sikhaya tha ..
aaj hatyaar daalne ko bhi tumhi kehte ho ..

Pyaar ki duhai de kar
kamzoor mujhe nit karte ho ..

kitne aasun hai bahahe
kya yeh tum jante bhi ho...

kabhi jaan lo agar tum yeh sab
to kahan seh paaoge..

duniya ke bhi hain khel ajeeb ..
kal jo thee kareeb, aaj nahin hain woh shayad naseeb
aaj ho hain kareeb, naa jaane kahan le jaye unhe naseeb
kal ho hongee kareeb, kya pata kahan hain woh khush naseeb !


Wandering soul is in serious mood of attempting to write some poetry ..
this day when the soul was stirred without wandering in dream lands as it couldnt qualify the primary critea of falling to sleep ..

These words formed the sentences and fell into a pattern ..

Attempt to scribble is a past now (specially for this one .. might go back to my roots soon)

For this one , i would say , its an attempt to write ...

Sunday 27 may 2007
2.30 am

i am not me ..

I am not me anymore ...

The things that i do sometimes
Aren't the ones which i would have ever done before

and still i do it and wonder how could i do this

i wasnt always like this ..
i was usually in control and knew my way..

Its just the present times which make me fray ..

one friday .. part 2

25 may 2007
friday evening

Yes, i am with pen and paper again .. second time in a day. My friend gave it to me, as i expressed the desire to write something, in my words it was, " i wish i could write .. i could write well.. could write poems "

Is creative writing a gift or one works on it and gets it right ?
Here i am on a couch, eating hershey's chocolate
waiting for a cup of cofee and watching a movie ...
heard the beep of microwave.. seems like its ready :)

Friday dinner routine is cancelled, as i dont feel like going out
i guess i am being a spoilspot .. but i just dont feel like going out ...



Music and lyrics
lyrics and music
together make a song

But .....

Pen and paper
paper and pen
doesn't always make a poem !

one friday ..

Its friday afternoon, before a long weekend in school
my silent corridor sounds awfully quiet
no sounds of footsteps and no sounds of the closing labdoors

i peeped outside the door saw no one ..and then looked outside the window
i didnt see a single person but i saw marching of the raindrops ..
yes once again rain is falling cham chama cham !


The sight is beautiful, i wish i could write poetry and capture this all in a poem
still something inside me .. made me leave all that i was doing
and here i am sitting almost on a floor gazing outside the window

with a pen and writing pad replacing the keyboard and computer screen
watching the rain drops touch the surface of the pond,
raindrops which make beautiful patterns ..

This takes me back to the wonderful memory lanes of my childhood
My vacations in the valleys ..where there was a pond .. not as sofisticated as this one
but
the pond across the road from the house where i stayed, filled with lotus and surrounded by the kids who dreamt of flying helicopters high in sky...
some just played with pebbles to see the ripples created in the pond .
Flash back over !
back to the patterns .. and back to the work ..as i had to ...

pyaar mujhse jo kiya tumne

Another gazhal from Jagjit Singh ...
i dont remember when or where i heard it for the first time ..
but it touched me somewhere ...and listen to it often ...
dont know if its an album or movie or who wrote it ...
i cant write that anymore ...will find the info in a min ...
okay so its from a movie : Saath Saath (1982)
Music Director: Kuldip Singh
Lyrics: Javed Akhtar
well now that i know that... i see that this movie had many other gazhals ..should catch up with the movie .. its a deepti naval and farooq sheikh starrer .. must have watched it sometime somewhere .. and must have heard the song then .. and its now that after years i appreciate the words and the music much more .....

प्यार मुझ से जो किया तुमने तो क्या पाओगी
मेरे हालात की आँधी मॆं बिखर जाओगी

रंज ओर दर्द की बस्ती का मैं बाशिन्दा हूँ
ये तो बस मैं हूँ के इस हाल में भी ज़िंदा हुँ
ख़्वाब क्युँ देखुँ वो कल जिस पे मैं शर्मिन्दा हुँ
मैं जो शर्मिन्दा हुआ तुम भी तो शर्माओगी

प्यार मुझ से जो किया ..

क्युँ मेरे साथ कोई ओर परेशान रहे
मेरी दुनिया है जो विरान तो विरान रहे
ज़िंदगी का यह सफ़र तुम पे तो आसान रहे
हमसफ़र मुझको बनाओगी तो पछताओगी

प्यार मुझ से जो किया ...

एक मैं क्या अभी आयेंगे दीवाने कितने
अभी गुंजेंगे मुहब्बत के तराने कितने
ज़िंदगी तुमको सुनायेगी फ़साने कितने
क्यूँ समझाती हो मुझे भूल नहीं पाओगी

प्यार मुझ से जो किया ....

Memories

memories of you
memories of me
memories of you and me

memories that burst out from no where
memories which then follow me everywhere

sometimes they are like subtle visitor
which knocks at my door everyday
then they fill me with life
as they are the memories which make me smile

sometimes they are like unwanted visitors
banging at my door like howling winds
memories which make me cry
and then they take me over for a while

memories that burst out from no where
memories which then follow me everywhere

Ah!
memories of you
memories of me
memories of you and me



wednesday 23 May 2007
after a long day .. in this warm summer night
here i am .. on my couch with my laptop
seriously attempting to scribble something
inspired by this word " memory".
wandering soul scribbles few lines
before going to wander in the sweet world of dreams..

true colors are beautiful ...sometimes ignorance is bliss !

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy,
can't rememberWhen I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

One of my friends emailed me this and it made me feel so good ..coz i have been craving for somekind of poem or something of that kind ..to be written for me .. and i was so happy to receive this ..only till i came to know that its a song by Cindy Lauper ...

sometimes ignorance is bliss .. and today i actually saw it ...

well even after knowing that its a song .. it did make me smile ...

दिन कुछ ऐसे ..

Another favorite ghazal from the fav combination who else
Jagjit Singh and Gulzar

दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई - २
जैसे एहसान उतारता है कोई
दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई

आइना देखकर तस्सली हुई - २
हमको इस घर में जानता है कोई - ४

पक गया है शेहर पे फल शायद - २
फिर से पत्थर उछालता है कोई - २

जैसे एहसान उतारता है कोई
दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई

तुम्हारे गम की दली उठाकर
जबाँ पे रख ली है देखो मैंने
ये कतरा कतरा पिघल रही है
मैं कतरा कतरा ही जी रहा हूँ

देर से गूँजते है सन्नाटे - २
जैसे हमको पुकारता है कोई - ३

दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई
जैसे एहसान उतारता है कोई

I dont understand the line
"pak gaya hai sehar main phal shayad" in the ghazal and also
the meaning of "dali " completely .. what does it exactly mean ...
does dali refer to something that goes away with time ???

i have listenned to it many times and it is today that i paid attention to every single word while writing the lyrics and thats when realized that i dont understand everyword in it ..