Zindagi ek paheli

Zindgi ki bhi ajjeb si daastaan hain,

manzil toh pata hain, par naa jane raah kahan hain.

Jaane anjaane mein loog mil jate hain,

Bus pal do pal ki khushiyaan aur zindgi bhar ke gham de jaate hain.

Iq aajeb si paheli hain yeh zindgi,

Jo na suljhaye sulajhti hain,

Aur na bhujaye bhujti hain.

Shayad yeh bhi bhagwaan ki anmol deen hain,

Jo ke aaj PHIR bhi yeh dillo main dhadakti hain.

Naa hi koi samjha hain aaj tak isko,

kyunki isko bhi nahi pata ke yeh apna SAHIL kahe kisko.

Jis haath ko thaamne ki kooshish karti hain,

Woh begaana ho jata hain.

Shayad tabhi isko jeene ka koi aur begaana bahana mil jaata hain.

Bahana badal badal ke thak chuki yeh zindgi hain,

Aur ab bus yeh sagar ki tarah thamne ko apna SAHIL dhoonti hain.

thoughts powered by : Dilmeet Singh

THE RACE IS ALWAYS ON......

This is in continuation with the previous post : RACE(http://urlforwlog.blogspot.com/2008/12/race.html) .

in the race called life..

one is a winner sometime..

or a loser all the time..

wants to win against competitors..

wants to lose to win someone's heart..

sometimes killing our own emotions..

to care about others feelings..

to worry about others thinking..

for a moment we think we won..

the other impulse is that we lose..

don't know the real position of ours..

but the fact is that..

FOR LIFE, THE RACE IS ALWAYS ON!

Harminder Singh

Confessions

And another window just popped up saying 'Hi' on the messenger while I was checking the mails on my Gmail account. The system clock was showing nine in the morning and I had just finished typical Mumbai breakfast of vada paav. Although it is not the most toothsome of the delicacies that can be had but it satiates the morning famish at least. The blinking window was in a way compelling me to start the same mundane conversation that generally lasted just two to three lines. May be it gets overwhelmed by everyday tasks and the office activities (not sure at whose end) or may be it is the consequence of nothing else but the mere complacency shown by me towards the relationships only. On one hand, I wished to reply to the message but then may be my inner conscience refused to become a confederate in this act of mine. An act in which although I interact with the one whom I think I know but still find myself cramped up in the confines of this very cubicle. An act which should have given relief to the day-and-night working brain but instead leaves behind some hint of fidgetiness. The feeling is not entirely a destructive one as it looks at first glance, but actually sends out alarm signals that something is wrong somewhere that needs correction; A broken link that needs doctoring, a gap that needs bridging. Every once in a while we come across a teenager who makes us sigh 'Aah! Those college days, Don't we miss them ...', but then never spare even 2 minutes to actually ponder on the reasons that lead to this situation in the very first place. Do we really miss the passed days or this thinking is just a consequence of our refusal to accept our today? There was a period when even I enquired myself that what I wanted to do but then soon realized that one will always be a stranger to himself as long as he is living. Otherwise what will be living all about...

Harpreet Singh

Thoughts Prevail

nite is dim still the sky so full....

stars so bright that u can feel the pull....

mother nature all asleep....

lone mind continues to peep...

n thoughts ponder deep....

questions so many....

life at times so uncanny...

waiting for somethin to happen....

hope twinklin like the light frm the lantern...

eyes moist n heart so weak....

the pain within fr all that i seek....

love name fame....

all sound so lame....

crippled inside n still smilin to entertain....

thats my life....

tryin to jump n fallin short always to a stride...

still i luv it n continue to live with pride...

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