Mumbai Massacre.

Some time words come with there own set of limitations.Sometimes the enormity of the situation is such that words fail to convey what they are primarily meant for.The trauma that unfolded on
mumbai on nov.26th can be easily classified one such event.The above images convey some of the tragedy that befell on mumbai on that unfateful night.But i am afraid this images will not be able to tell you the tribulations of a family that lost there loved one.

I have lived in mumbai for whole of my life and have never felt like this before where disasters are like a daily recipe.On nov.27th the day after the siege started i was on my way to office and the air was filled with fear,panic and insecurity.I could spot only 4 people in the whole compartment of a suburban local train and easily i could see a sense of insecurity flashing from there faces ,which has never been the case before.I could see the citizens of this wonderful city walking with there heads held low only because of impotence & ineffeciencies of our men in power.
I know we will bounce back as always but at what costs.How many more sacrifices of innocent lives do we want to act ,to retaliate .I know we will all talk this things for some days,news channels will play some patriotic songs ,hold debates with our shameless politicians and again we will be dragged to the compulsions of life ,of going to work,of paying taxes ,of viewing serials,going to malls,wathcing matches,and again we will be put through the same ordeal ,the place might be differnt,the strategy might be different ,but the victims i fear will be the same innocent souls .

I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus

“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.”

- Seneca

And yet this courageous acts go unnoticed most of the times.Ask yourselves and tell how many times taking those breathes and just throwing them out has made you toil.If life hasn't made you go this ordeal than i think life hasn't chosen you worthy of revealing its utmost secrets.

I have been through this battles many a times and the foremost lesson i have learned is God tests only those who can be tested. All this trials,all this inflictions of life have made me sulk and sob,but also have convinced me of my strength,a strength to emerge out of all odds.Each infliction has been a testimony to my endurance,for me to be worthy of being a gold i had to trust the Goldsmith and his fire.

SOMETIMES

Sometimes i did
just fear the stay

sometimes i wished
i could run away

sometimes evrerything
got cruel and unkind

sometimes i had to clear
the thoughts of my mind

sometimes the darkness
filled me with fright

sometimes i'd to burn
to spread the light

sometimes i sculptured
the skeletons of my past

sometimes i was well off
with those burials in my heart

sometimes the flames
flared like a raging fire

sometimes i knew
i was tested in a Goldsmith's yard

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!


from :a tear and a smile by K.Gibran

where r u my beloved?????

Kuch tabiyet hi aisi paayi
Ke chain se jeene ki surat na hui
Jisse chaha usse apna na sake
Jo paas raha usse kabhi muhabbat na hui.
-Nida Fazli

I always wonder whether our great Creator has a special liking for paradoxes,or maybe it might be the best source of entertainment for Him.Just as it is quoted,"If i could think at 20,and if i could act at 40", similarly life is always surrounded by many such ifs ,contradicting themselves & making a mockery of our our thoughts.Sometimes you have hunger and no food,sometimes you have the best food and no hunger,sometimes you are filled with love and nobody to express it over & sometimes though when you have someone to express to you are hardly left with any emotions,sometimes you have wants and no means to fulfill them,and sometimes it is the other way around.If you keep yourself aware of the proceedings going around your life,you will be able to see this dichotomies everywhere surrounding you.Right from when you are a kid you will be told to study hard so that you will be in a better position,but your heart wants to play ,to explore the fields,the mountains,the rain drops,and when u grow older you are told to be close to nature to witness a sunset,to go to beach.All such things rejuvenate you from the stress and monotony of life.All of us witness that when there was hunger there was hardly any food and when there is food your hunger suddenly disappears.Same is with the sleep,with love,with friendship with everything that you don't get when you want the most and than when you have this wonderful things your mind is in search of some other things.

Will like to end this piece with lyrics of another JS(jagjit singh) ghazal

Kahi aasuon ki hain dastaan
kahi muskuraahaton ka bayaan
kahi barkato ki hain baarishen
kahi tishnagi behisaab hain.

Duniya Na Registan Ma(Gujrati)

Duniya na registan ma hu khowayi gayo chu
Milan naam na mrigjal thi have uqtaai gayo chu

Chaman ma pan have hu rahu chu chupaine
Felavine suwas have karmai gayo chu

Wafa takraar jafa ane pyaar
kai ketlaye trajvaon ma tolai rahyo chu

Smaran na sagar ma ek yaad rupi kashti samo
Sahil par thi jonar ne have hu kya dekhai rahyo chu

Taari paas eeni kami hoye to maru shu vaak
Hu to aaje pan lagnion na badla ma vechai rahyu chu

nathi karto kismat ma yaqqen hu pan
kismat na haathe j maat khai rahyo chu

SOUL

I have been to life,I have been to death
Still from both of those have no regrets
I wanted a truimphant self
I got a beleaguered soul
I could manage to keep my face in veil
But wounded conscience left unconsoled.

Kya Meri asliyat kya meri pehchan

Kya Meri asliyat kya meri pehchan
miti main mil jaubga hu miti se bana insaan

khilona khwab ka liye firta hu
jhujti hui haqeeqaton ke dauraan

uthkar sambhalta raha na jaane kaise
anginat giravaton ke darmiyaan

rah-e-wafa se kabhi jo ho guzar to dekhna
hain ret par aaj bhi kuch kadmon ke nishaan

raaste aksar dikhate hai unhe rasta
saath na ho jinke hunsafar na karwaan

daulat aur shohrat se kabhi na tola kijiye
mere sher hi hain meri aakhri pehchhan.

Chand umeedon ke hawale jab humne zindgai kar li

Chand umeedon ke hawale jab humne zindgai kar li
Dafnaya un ummedon ko samje khudkhushi kar li

Andhere bhi rahe hain kucch talabgaar mere
Dilon ko jalakar jab humne roshni kar li

Muuh hum bhi fer chuke the ab duaaon se
Duriyaan unhon ne jab neki se kar li

Hain ishq takhallus bandgi ka suna tha 'Deep'
Humne bhi socha kucch der bandgi kar li

Majburiya zahir karna apni fitrat na thi
shayri ke bahane thodi aapbeeti kar li

Nature is the best make up artist ,or else how would devilish hearts have angelic faces.

Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana

Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana
Kis Umid Per Kayam Hain Ab Ye Zamana

Tark-E-wafa Koi Seekhey Bhi Toh Tumse
Mushkil Hain Itna Kya Wafayein Nibhana

Lutf Se Pee Raha Tha Alam Khushiyo Ke Jaam
Humne Jab Chaha Peena To Tuta Har Paimana

Hausla-E-Dil Se Hum Nigahein Mila Bhi Lete
Kya Khub Aata Tha Magar Unhe Nigaahein Churana

Fir Usi Rehguzar Per Laayi Hain Yaadein "deep"
Fir Tarsa Hain Kisike Liye Kisika Ashiyaana

Mere Dost

Mere dost main woh nahi jo dikhta hu
Jaan bujkar maine ek libaas pehen rakha hain
jo muje tumhare sawalon se bachata hain
aur tumhe mere taghaful se

Mere dost jab tum guzrti hui hawa ki aur ishaara karte ho
mera dil to kisi samunder ki gehraiyon main khoya rehta hain
tumhare kehne par hi main apni gehraiyon se uthkar
guzarti hui in hawaon ko mehsus kar leta hu,
kyunki main jaanta hu tum mere samunder ko samaj nahi paoge

Jab tumhara yaha kisi ujle din ki shuruat hoti hain
mere waha ek suni raat apna geet gungunati hain
tumahri nazro se main suraj ki kirno ko failta hua dekh leta hu
jab ki tum taaron se pankh ladaati meri raat nahi dekh paate

Dost jab tum kisi jannat ki aur chal padte ho
main apne jahanum main simat jaata hu,
tunhare saath main kabhi jannat ko dekh leta hu
par hamesha main tumhe apne jahanum se dur rakhta hu
kyunki main jaanta hu yaha ki aag tumhari aankhein jala degi
aur yaha ka dhuaa tumahra chehra pighla dega,

Jab tum has padte ho main bhi has leta hu
tumahre khwabo ki duniya main sang tumhare ho leta hu
meri jujlaati hui haqeeqat se tumhe bahut dur le jaata hu
kyunki tum meri deewani duniya se waqef nahi
aur muje tumhare jaha se nahi koi wasta
fir bhi ae dost ,saath saath
hum chal padte hain kisi anjaan safar per
thame dosti ka haath..

"I am trying my best.Life doesn't sing always.We have to be patient with silences of Life."-K.Gibran.

Again the report came.It is as usual a saddening one.From last six months my life has been swinging like pendulum to and fro ,without any direction,just like it has been for past several years.Still the world around me goes on as usual,the sun rises everyday,everyday my parents so beautifully juggle around there proffessional,social and religious chores,my brother keeps himself busy with his projects,friends and phonecalls,as usual night comes,shares some of my loneliness with her and passes by.Friendship this days isnt like it used to be in the past,it has become much sophisticated and comes with a 'do not disturb' discretionary tag .So at the end i am left with me and my solitude.
I only have the darkness of night which keeps staring at me from the corners of my room,as i reveal my despair to the night the darkness plucks the tears from my eyes which i keep hiding from this world.Ain't the dewdrops on the flowers in the early morning the same pearls that night delivers from the ocean of my eyes to the daylight.The sighs on my lips that that the gentle breeze kisses in the silence of the night ,somewhere get dissolved in the hustle and bustle of the city in the day.Does eyes reveal what the heart tries to hide?I have noticed the pain,the suffering,the agony in many a eyes,but i am still ignorant of the fact does my eyes announce to the world the fact that i consciously try to conceal.It is like a burden which i know can not be parted from my fate which i have to keep carrying all along with me but a voice besides me keeps urging to me that i won't be able to drag it all alone, i will have to trust someone and share my distress.The voice that keeps hitting my deaf ears time and again.

Life is a pleasnt surprise of brutal shocks.

Youth ,for most of us is a celebration of life , a spring time where life is at its best of colours.A passage of time which the traveller of life cherishes and remembers throughout his journey.But as it usually happens,if there is light on one side of earth there ought to be darkness on the other.For some unprivileged mortals like me youth has never been so benevolent.The time when the world around me was floating in heavens i was busy dragging myself on the ground..The race of life is always cherishing for those flying souls .When i look back, i still am confused to what went wrong so rapidly that still the shattered pieces of my life are in a disarray.
The horizons of dreams,the birds of hope are all so fragile against the forces of nature.Destiny suddenly tooks a face of a raging tempest and uprooted all of my strengths,shook all of my beliefs & robed me of all my pleasures.And still the darkness prevails clouting the shadows of my existence. I am trying to find some light though i know as always light will blind my eyes.The utter darkness that surrounds oneself ,brings with itself a hope ,a hope of a flame burning in distance,light that will scatter the dark clouds and illuminate our souls,just like a mirage that quenches a thirst of a wanderer in scorching desert.

Saahilon per bhi kabhi dubne ke armaan nikle

Saahilon per bhi kabhi dubne ke armaan nikle
Yaadon ki kashti se jab sehme se tufan nikle

Hausle bhi the bulund yaqeen kuchh iradon per bhi tha
Unhi galiyon mein ab na fir kisi ki jaan nikle

Mehak rahi thi raahein aaj fir usi khushbu se
Sametkar wo apni zulfon main na jaane kitne gulistan nikle

Iizhaar apne pyar ka hum bhi yeh kisse kar baithe
Phool se hoth hi aksar jazbaaton se bezubaan nikle

Kuch sabak apni zindagi se bhi liya karo "deep"
Jise tum samajte the manzil wo bas chhote se mukaam nikle

Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana

Jazba-E-Umid Se Mila Hain Dard Ka Fasana
Kis Umid Per Kayam Hain Ab Ye Zamana

Tark-E-wafa Koi Seekhey Bhi Toh Tumse
Mushkil Hain Itna Kya Wafayein Nibhana

Lutf Se Pee Raha Tha Alam Khushiyo Ke Jaam
Humne Jab Chaha Peena To Tuta Har Paimana

Hausla-E-Dil Se Hum Nigahein Mila Bhi Lete
Kya Khub Aata Tha Magar Unhe Nigaahein Churana

Fir Usi Rehguzar Per Laayi Hain Yaadein "deep"
Fir Tarsa Hain Kisike Liye Kisika Ashiyaana

Wo Haq Is Tarah Muj Par Jatata Raha

wo haq apna is tarah muj par jatata raha
bankar ek khwab muje satataa raha

saari qayanat main ek cheez toh maangi thi
tu wo bhi dene se ghabrata raha

dekha hai humne apnio duaon ka asar
fir kuch maangne se isliye katrata raha

mere hisse ke phool tere daman main rakhkar
ghar apna kaaton se sajata raha

kuch khat apne bhi naam likh rakho
qaasid ghar tumhare khaali haath aata raha

thi tujhe kis roshni ki talash "deep"
kyu andheron main tu khud ko jalata raha