Waqt...

Uss din tumhaara phone aaya tha
Kai dino ke baad

Kai sawaal
Ek ke peeche ek,
Apne turn ke liye,
Ek lambi kataar mein ghanton khade rehte.

Kaise ho? Kya kar rahe ho?
Kya sardi hain wahaan?
Kya wahan bhi tumhaari naak par pasina rehta hain?
Kya aaj tumhaare aasmaan ka chand utna hi sunder hain jitna mere aasman ka?
Meri yaad aati hain…? Vagera Vagera.

Baaton ka silsila thamta hi nahi tha…

Tum mere har shabd ko jaante the,
Har shabd ke arth ko pehchaante the,
Aur kabhi kabhi jo shabdon mein nahi kehti
Us baat ko bhi tum jaan lete the.

Kitna kuch kehna tha
Kitna kuch sunna tha
Saare shabdon ko jodkar bhi
Hamaari baatein adhoori reh jaati

Aur aaj … Phir phone pe baat hui
Kai dinon ke baad

Sawaal aaj bhi kai saare the.
Kuch wohi purane, kuch naye se
Kuch kehna the,
Kuch sunna tha.

Par phir ek shor mein tumhaari awaaz
dhoondhli si padti chali gayi
Shaayad bheed apna kaam kar rahi thi
Aur waqt apna...

Hatred hurts...

Casting of your life..

I was talking to a friend of mine who told me that whatever you do, you should never go wrong when you cast yourself in your own life.

Everyone's trying to cast themselves in a role in their life. Someone is the cool one, someone the cute one, someone is matured one, the funny one, talented one, alternative, straightforward, arty, delicate,strong,sexy,tomboy,carefree, pseudo-intellectual and the list goes on. We dress accordingly, behave accordingly.

I wonder what the world would be without these archetypes. Less interesting... Maybe. More honest... Maybe..