Hindi Poetry - Shanti Tu Kahan Gayi?

शांति तू कहाँ गयी?

मेरे खिलोनो सी टूट गयी। 

या मेरी सहेलियोँ सी रूठ गयी ॥ 

मेरे सपनो सी खो गयी।

या हमेशा के लिए सो गयी ॥ 

तू उम्र की तरह ढल गयी । 

या मेरे अपनों को ही खल गयी ॥ 

तेरी आँस में मैंने पलके न झुकाई । 

ढूंढने में तुझे कई सादिया है बिताई ॥ 

अब तो मेरे दिल पे छाया यह है एक सवाल । 

तू है कोई सच्चाई या है बस एक खयाल ॥ 

Shanti tu kahan gayi?

Mere khilon si tut gayi

Ya meri saheliyon si ruth gayi

Mere sapno si kho gayi

Ya humesha ke liye so gayi

Tu umr ki tarah dhal gayi

Ya mere apno ko hi khal gayi

Teri aans mein maine palke na jhukai

Dhundne mein tujhe kai sadiya hai bitayi

Ab toh mere dil pe chhaya hai ek sawal

Tu hai koi sachhayi ya hai bas ek khayal

Hindi Poetry- Tera Hi Naam Hai

हर पन्ने में लिखा तेरा ही नाम है 

हर ख्याल में बस तेरा ही ज़िक्र 

हर ख़ामोशी में गूंजे बस तेरा ही नाम है 

हर बेचैनी में तेरी ही फिक्र 

Har panne mein likha tera hi naam hai

Har khayal mein bas tera hi zikr

Har khamoshi mein mein gunje tera hi naam hai

Har bechaini mein teri hi fikr

Hindi Poetry - Siyahi

हाथ मे कलम लिये सारी रात गुज़ारी,

एक ख़याल भी ना आया,

जब एक सोच ने दस्तक दी,

सियाही सूख चुकी थी। 

Haath mein kalam liye sari raat guzardi,

Ek khayal bhi na aya,

Jab ek soch ne kagaz par dastak di,

Siyahi sukh chuki thi...

I spent the night with a pen in hand,

Not a single idea came to my mind,

When a thought struck me,

I found the ink was dried...

Those were the best days of my life...

Is it too early to say it or not I don't know but I think my university days where the days of my life.

Never in my lifetime I thought I would be attending university. I am sure people who know me were surprised (not pleasantly) and some horribly shocked learning about my cracking the entrance exams. I always was an average student. I never thought that life would take such a beautiful turn and I will end up in a place that I will never want to leave and maybe the won't  will never leave me. Time spent in the university is a part of my life but never knew that it would become a part of my existence. In fact that place became special because the people I met there made it so.

"Sometimes I dream about this place"

All those crazy idiots that made everyday so funny , special and worth remembering. There were days we did nothing yet I remember them so vividly. Lazy afternoons spent in the corridors, tea in earthen pot served by Kapil, eating lunch on the terrace, in numerous tours of almost all the lifts available at the campus without any purpose and so many things we did together. I hope someday, maybe after 10 years we meet do all those stuff again and laugh our guts out just like the old days.

I don't know if I would be able to successfully sketch what you guys mean to me in words but I am going give it a try.

Kashish, if my memories doesn't betray me then you were first among 'WE' to become my friend. I am glad we became friends and there is no particular reason for that. Maybe because you taught to be strong, you taught me to be better person who doesn't need to express everything yet make you friend feel you are there for them you inspired me to be yourself.

Saima, I don't remember exactly when we meet or became friends but I do remember telling Maa just after the puja vacation of 2013 -" I don't know about others but you, me and Kashish would definitely remain friends even after the course is complete". Well I was not wrong. Saima you taught me how not pick up calls when you are needed the most, you taught me to comfortably react with a weird scream anywhere possible on the face of the earth and you inspired me be a friend who would listen to you when you need to share your emotions.

"I still prefer Tea in an Earthen Pot"

Madhu, I remember we used to talk occasionally earlier and one fine day after almost a year we met, I realised you have become a very dear friend of mine. I love the way you are and remain the way you are. You were the only support when i was going through a tough patch in life- my internship. You taught me that just by talking random stuff you can actually help someone relax and rejuvenate to fight the challenges that accompany the coming morning.

"I can still hear our laughter in this empty corridor"

Prashant, again I don't remember when we met however I do remember realizing that in spite of being poles apart we were friends one day and you preferred to be with us rather than your other friend circles (oh how I wish to mention their names and instances when you lied to them to be with us. hahaha). frankly neither you taught or inspired me for anything. yet you made me realised that you are a very good person at heart no matter how narcissist and self-obsessed you are. and I publicly announce that you and Saima are very bad at singing however I still enjoy all the voice notes you both sent.

I hope I did justice to all of you (smirk).

On  a serious note I am happy that you all helped me create the most memorable phase of my life.

"WE"

Souvenirs of My Childhood

I know I haven't been posting for a while. I was terribly busy with some of my assignments. I apologise for my negligence towards my blog and my audience. I hope I wont repeat this again..

this week i am presenting some old pages from my sketch book... these were my personal favourites then and remains till dates... 

these pages are the souvenirs of my childhood.  

Long Lost Passion

In December last year I borrowed a book from my friend. She said while giving the book that it a good read. Indeed it was. Due to exams then a few personal engagements I was reading that 461 page book at a turtle's speed. Almost a month later I had covered only 126 pages. Apart from the reasons mentioned above one more thing was pulling me back.. My habit of googling every new location that is mentioned in a book.. And why not if a book is that intriguing then you have to know the exact location and the images of the places described so beautifully. The book was Inferno by Dan Brown.

Thus by the time I reached St. Mark's Square, Venice ( page 303 according to the book) I had visited all the places not only through the author words but also with some help of Google. I was baffled with the author writing techniques. The way he made all the architectural wonders alive through his words and the way he kept on weaving the intricate plot, I was completely mesmerized..

That was the moment when I was googling images of St Marks Basilica and Square, I came up with an image of St marks basilica. Sun was pouring down the square. The golden aura that filled the surrounding buildings and the towers, stole my attention. I remember staring at the image for a long time.

That moment I wished that if I get some free time I would sketch this image.. Immediately I saved it.

After almost a month I was going through the pictures on my phone and I came across that same image.. That very moment i search for my old sketch book and started drawing..

Sketch of St. Marks Square

I realized how much I missed sketching. There was a phase in my life when I used to carry my sketchbook everywhere in case I find something to draw.

Then suddenly for no reason I stopped sketching; and lost that sense of satisfaction which used to fill my heart every time I sketched something new. Every new thing I created.

For the past one month I have been spending the a lot of time with my sketch book.

Thanks Saima for referring this book. Because of you I found my Long Lost Passion.

P.S - I have finished reading Inferno a couple of weeks ago. Its definitely one of the best fiction I have ever read.

DOODLING...

Recently I have invested my maximum time only on doodling. I won't say I am going through a writer's block but I am short of my short story stock... 

So here is a recent collection my doodles...