AMEETHYST

जब   सूरज   जागता है क्षितिज   के पलंग   से , तारे आसमान   में ओझल   हो जाते हैं . डरते तो नहीं वोह रोशनी से , पर नीली चादर दलदल   सी हो जाती है . शायद इसी को सुबह कहते हैं . जब ज़मीन   भीगता है बादल के अश्कों से , एक   अजनबी खुश्बू महक   उठती है . मिट्टी के फूल   तो नहीं खिलते हैं यहाँ . पर दरारों को निर्वाण मिल   जाता है . शायद इसी को बरसात   कहते हैं . जब वक़्त गुज़रता है ज़िन्दगी से , कुछ   पल   हमेशा याद रहते हैं . हर मोड़ पे सताते ही रहते हैं , पर आखिर में हँसा देती हैं . शायद इसी को दोस्ती कहते हैं . जब आँखें चमकती हैं किसीके आने से , धड़कने थम   सी जाती हैं . जिंदा तो रहते हैं साँसों के नाम   पे , पर मरते रहते हैं उसकी यादों में . शायद इसी को मोहब्बत कहते हैं .

When the clouds were dark, I smiled. I smiled because it would rain. When the grass was green, I smiled. I smiled, because I was insane. When the sarcasms flew around, I smiled. I smiled because it would end. When the hopes began to die, I smiled. I smiled because I had a friend. When love was haunted by lust, I smiled. I smiled because it was inherent. When life lost faith and trust, I smiled. I smiled because I lived it upfront.

There are many things in this world for me that I have to do. My best friend from school had once told me to make a note of all those things and keep them in a book. For me, books are the best safe I can ever have. The reason being, none of my friends understand what I write; not because my handwriting sucks. In fact, it is the best in my friends’ circle. It is so because I write in such a complex way, they never would bother to screw their minds for such a silly reason to read what I’ve written, even if it has something really important about my life or theirs. For some obvious logistical reasons, I had to stop writing my diaries and keep that single piece of paper with me for reference, just in case I forget what is my aim in life. Luckily, I still remember after 6 long years, what I want to be. The only problem is, the world is finding it hard to digest this fact that I am serious in this matter. As I mentioned in my previous articles about my father being a dedicated governm...

Aey suraj abhi tum ugna nahi, Neend hamari abhi khuli nahi. Thodi der ruk jana khsitij pe, Meri manzil mujhe abhi dikhi nahi! Apne kirano ko rok ke rakhna, Shayad andhero ko hai ghar jana. Thodi der reh jana khudi ke ujalo mein, Meri parchhai abhi bhatki hui hai! Apne taap ko thoda thamaye rakhna, Sona hai mujhe thandi hawa mein! Apne varn ko shwet na hone dena, Pyar hai mujhe teri narangi rang se!

Shall I wake up now or after an hour? Shall I have my breakfast or I’ll just have some biscuits? Shall I start working on the brief or do the research first? Many thoughts had already haunted my mind and vacated the brain-souk! I was being double-minded on my thoughts today and was unable to decide a thing. I gave it a rest and allowed myself to go with the flow. Nothing bothered me much because I was punctual by default and the regularity was of my least concern. What hit me hard was the imposition of my own values. I’d made myself too snappy. I felt that keeping me cheerful would be the easiest thing to do because I don’t have to worry about anything, and on the contrary, that was the thing which bothered me a lot. I started asking “ what next ” after my every oblivious smile. Most of the times I answered my own questions that made me smile again and again, but when my double-minded being started thinking of the same question, it didn’t please me much. I’ve told this to many o...