वेदना

कितनी दर्द भरी होती है ये वेदना, बैचैन करने वाली। एक भयंकर अन्तर्दव्न्द पैदा कर देती है। और कितनी निष्ठुर भी होती है, कारण पूछो तो मूँह पे ताला लगा लेती है। क्यूँ आयी है तू यहाँ? क्या चाह्ती है मुझसे? पर ज्यों ही एसा कोइ सवाल उससे पूछ्ता हूँ। अपना मूँह फ़ेर के बैठ जाती है। पर मै जानता हूं क्यूं आती है वो यहां, वो आती है, इस कोलाहल मे थोड़ी शान्ती पाने को; इस अँधेरे मे थोड़ी रोशनी पाने को। पर भटक जाती है, और भी अशान्त हो जाती है। सोचती है; शायद ये अँधेरा थोड़ा छट जाये, पर दुर्भाग्य! क्या मिलता है उसे, शान्ती के नाम पे बस सन्नाटे, और रोशनी के नाम पे बस वो बिखरे चिराग ! बस यही तो मिलता है उसे …॥

While on the way...

While on the way... A way which allures but never has destinations. A way which calls to taste its temptations but bring us so far from the peace of mind and soul. A way where every thing glitters and touch a lust but all  fake and momentary..!! steps sometimes shivers, listening some whispers. The whispers which howls around the ears... and tow its heel bloody to stop us... But at last that howling whispers loss its intense, and collapse into its name..

while on the way...we follow it ignoring the voice of goodness. A goodness in which always our soul rests... we let it feel an obsession of our apathy. Forgetting all the values and intrude all those boundaries...we compel ourselves to find out something that never exists. Nevertheless we know the quest will feed the darkness and leach our courage...

while on the way... we never try to realize what is right and wrong although we might aware what the results are. Our every little mistakes; which generally be ignorable for us, transforms in blunders some day...

we'll be poor enough if we generally fall in this 'yes and no' situations and yet does not take path of goodness... That whispers are the voice of soul and a real wisdom of man. And Wisdom tells us the right things, which always leads us in the path of God.

My poem "INSIDE"; although all we r drone somewhere in darkness but some inspirations always give us a call to START WITH NEW BEGINNINGS...that's how God is Inside us

"INSIDE"

Itself they (eyes) were closed slowly.

When I asked to see Inside...

There were Just guilt and sins around.

Was nothing, Just dark and dark; besides.

I moved the curtains that bled to dark.

Perhaps a ray may have left somewhere.

But hopes had fall, with tears and all.

Oh god! I had done just sins forever.

Never withdraw... in any situation... must be somewhere you'll find a way... trust in God and so as in yourself:)

"THE END"

In the glow of the day; there,

I saw the dark of night.

No way could I find anywhere.

Nor God did steer me to fight.

Nobody was awake to play the role,

In the city of love the fame and light.

The zombies were crying from well of coal,

No flame could light to shine bright.