आजकल हर सुबह पूछते हो तुम मुझसे 
बड़ी थकी थकी सी लगती है आँखें तुम्हारी 
शायद सोई नहीं हो रात भर !

हैरान हु मैं अपनी किस्मत पर, 
खुश हूँ की चलो तुम्हे  ख्याल तो आया मेरा,
या गम करूँ की मेरे तकिये का कोना जो गीला है आज फिर,
तुमने एक बार भी गौर नहीं किया उसपर 

Translation

Every Morning, you ask me
why do my eyes look so tired.

amused at my fate,
I ask Myself
should I rejoice your attention.
or be anguished that, even today you did not notice the moist edges of my pillow

कभी - कभी कहानियां लिखती हूँ,
कुछ बीते हुए लम्हों को नया मोड़ देकर,
कुछ आने वाले कल के सपने सजाकर। 

और इंतज़ार करती हूँ,
पर ना  बीता हुआ पल बदलता है,
ना ही आने वाला कल सवांरता है ,

रह जाती है तो मेरी कहानियां,
जिनके साथ ख्यालों में ही सही, मेरे सपने मेरी उम्मीदें सांस लेती हैं ,
जिनके साथ शब्दों में ही सही, पर थोड़ी सी ज़िन्दगी जी लेती हूँ मैं !

Translation

Sometimes I write stories.
stories about the past with a new twist.
stories about the dreamy future.

and I wait...

But neither the past changes it's course.
nor the future seems any better.

But my stories remain
through them i live my dreams and my hopes don't die.
 through them i feel alive at least for a while.

सोचती हूँ की ये ज़िन्दगी, शायद ऐसी ही होनी थी 
इतना ही मिलता था शायद !

पर फिर भी लगता है 
उस मोड़ पे जाकर देख आऊं एक बार !

कुछ सवाल जो छोड़ आई थी वहां,
शायद अब उनका जवाब मिल जाये !

Translations

sometimes i wonder,
may be this is what was suppose to happen.
may be this is what i was entitled to get.

but then i still feel.
may be i should revisit that turning of life.
the questions which i left unanswered there.
may be now i will get the answers for those

अजीब  होता है ये रिश्ते ,
रिवाज़ों और  दस्तखतों के बीच में खो जाते हैं मायने ,

बंद दरवाज़ों के अंदर सिसकियाँ भरता है,
पर कोई  खोलता नहीं दरवाज़े की कड़ी,
दो जिस्म तो मिल जाते हैं आपस में ,
लेकिन रूह को खबर तक नहीं होती !

और कुछ रिश्ते वो भी हैं होते 
 कभी कोई रस्म, कोई कागज़ का टुकड़ा कोई दस्तखत नहीं होता
पर, लगता है जैसे एक ही रूह को दो जिस्मों में भर दिया हो उसने।

लफ़्ज़ों की ज़रुरत नहीं होती, बस धड़कनें करती है बातें,
नाही कोई बंधन है होता, ना किसी को बांधने की चाहत है होती 

होता है तो बस  एक दूसरे के साथ होने का एहसास,
लम्हों से ज़िन्दगी नहीं होती,
हर एक लम्हे में ज़िन्दगी होती है !

Translations

These relationships are weird isn't it ?
meanings get lost between traditions and signatures.

it suffers and cries behind those closed doors,
but no one dares to open the door.

two bodies unite, 
but souls remain as strangers.

but there are those relationships also,
no rituals, no signatures, no piece of paper is required.
but it seems like two bodies have a single soul.

words are not required.
when hearts have conversation.
there are no need of control, nor any restriction.

all that is there is  feeling of togetherness and contentment.
life is no longer simply a collage of moments.
every moment is alive 
and every moment has a life.

She didn't smile!

He gave her flower, she din't smile.

He wrote her a letter, she din't smile.

He came closer she didn't smile.

The disfigured face in the mirror stared back at her.

and yet again she didn't smile.

smile !

Her lips smiled, but eyes were numb.
He came closer, she closed her eyes.

Next morning, the little girl went to school
for a day more.

Ma :)

She opened her tiny eyes, smiled and spoke her first words "ma"
to the woman who took her in her arms.

a few years later the orphanage was her home and the warden her "Ma"

The day I lived her life!

Suddenly Ajit woke up and it was dark, really dark. He was floating in some kind of a liquid anchored to something.

"M I  dreaming?" he thought. But then he could hear voices faint voices then becoming loud, louder. It was his Mom shouting at his wife - Anita.

"She would have again done something, that bitch either she gets rid of that girl in her stomach or this time i will definitely divorce her. But, where M i why cant I move?"
 and then he saw his hands they were tiny really really tiny, half formed, he couldn't move. He felt so helpless.

And then he heard the sobs. It was Anita, he felt a hand caressing the wall he was attached to.
Anita was crying now crying loud and in between her sobs she was saying something

"Beti, I am sorry really sorry, I don't know if I will be able to save you.
I wish your dad understood. You are as much his part as mine. you are a bit of both of us.
How can I kill you. I have dreams so many dreams for you.I know you can make us proud as proud as a son would. But what can I do?"

And suddenly with a jerk ajit was upside down. he could hear loud - very loud voices.
This time it was his father, abusing Anita- 
"GET UP! and come with us to the hospital. Get rid of this Girl right now."
 She got up slowly very slowly.

Ajit was bleeding slowly it was painful very painful, slowly he was loosing consciousness.

And then he woke up, everything seemed fine, again he could hear voices it was the doctor he bribed to conduct the abortion for Anita.

"It can be dangerous for Anita, she can die if I try to do this now. I think we should wait till she recovers from this injury or it will be unnecessary legal trouble if she dies during the operation."

And then ajith realised, he has become his "unborn daughter" he is now inside Anita's womb.
His parents are trying to kill HIM !!

He tried to shout he couldn't. And then he again heard a voice, It was Anita.
"Don't worry beta God has saved you today from those demons, I will fight hard to save you don't worry I will take care of you. Ajit felt a sense of relief. He was praying in his heart, for anita to save his life some how."

and then he heard the melodious lullaby anita sang every night, which annoyed him so much otherwise. One day he even hit her badly because of that song.

But today it was soothing really soothing, slowly he slept off.

When he woke up it was bright he slowly opened his eyes and saw Anita sleeping besides him. he was back in his own body.
The line of tears were visible in the corners of Anita's eyes. May be she has been crying the entire night.

He saw her face closely after so many years, she looked sad, but she looked beautiful. He felt guilty. He stroked her hairs, tears flowing from his eyes. Anita woke up and saw Ajit in a shock, she couldn't understand what was happening.

Ajit hugged her tight and told her - " I m sorry, I will never let anything happen to you and OUR DAUGHTER ever."

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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साँसे

तुम शायद मेरे लिए चलती साँसों के जैसे हो गए हो,
साथ रहते हो  पर तुम्हारे साथ का एहसास नहीं होता,
जब तक  थम जाने की नौबत न आये,
 तब तक तुम्हारी ज़रुरत का आभास नहीं होता !

कभी बातें तो नहीं की साँसों से, 
पर मेरे साथ वो भी, कभी धीमी होती, कभी चढ़ती जाती है,
पर  पता भी  नहीं चलता। 
तुम वैसे ही रोते हो,  हँसते हो साथ मेरे ,पर तुम्हारे हंसने-रोने का ख्याल नहीं आता !

बात ये नहीं की तुम्हारी ऐहमियत की समझ नहीं मुझे 
पर साँसे जिस्म का हिस्सा ही तो है,
 वैसे ही तुम्हारे खुद से अलग होने का एहसास नहीं होता।। 

Colours of Life !