Haal-e-dil

Swalaon se ghira rehta tha main,
ab jawabon ka intezaar hai,
sara jahan khuli kitaab lagta hai,
haan...mujhe pyaar hai.

kabhi din gujarte the, shaam ke intezaar me
aur ab...shaam ko bhejna chahta hun haath pakad kar,
wajah hai tumhaare aane ki umeed..
zariya hain khwaab mere,

baaton ka ambaar lag jata hai, tumhaare bina
jab aate ho saamne to, sab bhool jata hun..

chehre ki raunak,
chamak aankhon ki..
aur ehsaas tumhare wazood ka..
phir fursat kahan hoti hai kuch bayan karne ki..

shikayat hai tumhe mere andaaze-ijhaar se,
magar yehi ek tarika hai apne paas,
jaise khus ho koi bacha..
paakar koi khoi cheez..

nahi rkhta kuch dil me..chupaakar tumse,
bna rha hun khuda tumhe,

jab kabhi yaadien karti hai sawal tumhara
jawab mera taiyaar hai...
haan, mujhe tumse pyaar hai....!!

Love affairs...

So the only successful love affair is one which remains only in your mind, but never materializes. The great lovers of the world: Laila and Majnu, Romeo and Juliet, Shiri and Farhad, Soni and Mahival -- they are great lovers whose story the world has remembered. But if they had got married, finished; their love story nobody would have ever heard. Because they could not materialize their relationship into actuality, it only remained in their mind. The society and the parents or something came in between, and they had to remain apart, separated. The love remained aflame because it was only in imagination.

In imagination there is no problem. You create your lover the way you want. Now, in your imagination your lover cannot say, "No! I am going to smoke" -- because it is your imagination. If you want him to smoke he will smoke; if you don't want him to smoke, he will not.

But a real husband will smoke even if you say he should not smoke, that it stinks, that if he smokes you cannot sleep with him in the bed. The more you insist, the more he will resist: "Go to hell, sleep anywhere" His cigarette is far more important than you. It is far more significant for him because it gives him support, help, friendship, company -- thousands of things in such a small cigarette. And what can a woman do? So if there is a choice he will choose the cigarette and leave the woman. But in your imagination you can manage whatsoever you want.

And so the man goes on managing the woman: in his imagination she does not perspire, needs no deodorant. In his imagination she never becomes a pain in the neck because imagination cannot go to the neck, imagination remains in the head. And it is just your painting so whatsoever color you want to put there, you go on putting. There is no problem. There is no resistance from the painting like: "I am not going to take this color," or, "I am not going to wear this sari...."

So the only love affairs which are famous in the world are the love affairs which never materialized. All other love affairs... what happened to them? -- nobody bothers about them. In every story, when the lovers get married the last sentence is: "Then they lived happily ever after." It's strange: every lover in every story then lives happily ever after? In fact, after that the real story begins Before that, what was the story was all imagination.



OSHO

Intezaar...

Thoda bechain hai aaj man mera,
zara saaz chide hain aaj dabe se,
kyun ghabrata hai man mera,
chalne ko naye raaste par,
bheegne ko nai barishon me,
zawab rakhe hain chippe hue zehen me hi...

sunai deti hai koi awaaz kahin,
jaani pechaani si..
kisi aisi shaks ki, jise doondha bas har pal,
aaj shayad khada hai, bankar humsafar
ya humrahi, jo le chale mujhe meri hi aur..

salakhon jaisi saansen, kuch kaid karti hai,
phad-phadati hai ek lau-si..
hoga noor kaisa uska,
jo utar aaye aankhon me kabhi..
ya baithe mere saath aakar..
bas intezaar...aur thoda ikrar
le chale mujhe manzil ki aur..
mujhe intezaar hai..

Zindagi..

Mere uljhe hue sawalon ka gucha
rakha hai meri maej par...
rakha hai sambhal kar, suljhaane ko zindagi ke saath
jo hui mulakaat kabhi to,
zaroor dunga awaaz use, mere kareeb aane ko.

kuch mude hue kagaz k tukde bhi rakhe hue hain
wahan saamne kone me,
samete hue hain ye, wohi khawaab sare,
jo bas khawaab hi reh gaye..
yeh bhi thamaungaa zindagi ke haath me.

ek kursi bhi padi hai,
khidki ke paas, jahan se
takta hu main raah din aur raat ki,
kabhi kabhi to hawa ki aahat bhi sunai deti hai
yahin aati hai neend sabse gehri..
lagta hai jaise sehlaati hai
raaton me kabhi kabhi..

baraamde me, seedioyn ke paas baithkar
dekhta hu...suraj ko dhalte hue ghanto main,
ab intezaar hai, zindagi ke kaandhe par
sir rakhkar suraj dubone ka,
aur phir ugaana chaand raaton ko..

badi umeedien hain zindagi se,
aaj kal zindagi aas paas hi rehti hai...

Tum..bas..tum

This piece is so far the most sensuous one i have ever written...and to be very true..this is the most satisfying one too..



Tum bas tum...
aajkal yehi meri subah ka paigaam hai
aur raat ka khwaab bhi...

Bistar ki garmahat me
tere aagosh ki panah sochta hun..
sardiyon ke sunhari dhoop me
tere narm chuuan ka sama sochta hun..
aur sochta hun
poore chaand ka noor teri aankhon me..
tere zulfon me sanwale badal ki jagah sochta hun.

hogi kaisi tumhaare aanchal ki dhoop..
ya tumhara sharm ki chilman se dhka roop..
jo chale aaoge kisi din tum..
to kaisa hoga ye jahan,
kya rangat hogi hawaon ki..
kya sulag uthega aasman..

tumhaare hatheliyon ki lakeerin
jo sja lu apni raahon me..
to kya manzilen bhi jud paaengi..


shayad ye koi aur na kehta hoga..
ya mehsoos na hui hogi tumhe zarurat kabhi..
par diwaane badalon ki koi vajah nahi hoti..
ye to baraste hai...apni khushi se hi..

phir na jaane kahan ghul jaaye ye waqt ki fizaaon me..

chale aao mere makan me kabhi...
mehmaan ki tarah..
na kahoonga kabhi jaane ko..
tum..bas..tum...sajao mere aangan ko..
tum..bas...tum...chale aao...chale aao...

Aaj-kal....

aajkal waqt se dosti hai,
kab guzarta hai, pta nai chalta..
kabhi muskurate, kabhi sharmaate..
kabhi sapne sajate, ye beet-ta hi jaata hai..

na jaane kahin se kuch naye khwab ayen hain,
aur ghulne lage hain naye aasma me,
chalta hai ye bhi mere saath kadam milaate
aajkal khwabon se dosti hai..

saanso me mehsus hoti hai khanak ajeeb-si,
nazar bhi thehra karte hai, uske har nishaan par..
hawaon ki shararat par, tumhara ehsaas rehta hai,
aajkal hawaon se dosti hai..

raat hote hi intezzar rehta hai,
na khatm hone wali baaton ka..
sitaare bhi hansa karte hai, humari nadaaniyon par,
to kabhi dekhte hai khamoshi se hume milte hue..
aajkal sitaron se dosti hai...

bas saara sma kuch is tarah
badalne lga hai..
ki khoobsurat lagta hai har beet-ta lamha..
ae mere sanam, shukriya hai tera,

tum hi to ho..
wajah is haseen ehsas ke..
shukriya tera shukriya.......

Sensation or Sensitivity

Osho : KILL OUT DESIRE FOR SENSATION. We live for sensations, we hanker for sensations. We go on seeking newer and newer sensations; our whole life is an effort to obtain new sensations. But what happens? The more you seek sensations, the less sensitive you become. Sensitivity is
lost.

It looks paradoxical. In sensations, sensitivity is lost. Then you ask
for more sensations and the 'more' kills your sensitivity more.
Then you ask for even more, and finally a moment comes when all your
senses have become dull and dead. Man has never before been so dull
and dead as he is today. He was always more alive before, because there
were not so many possibilities to fulfill so many sensations.

But now science, progress, civilization, education, have created so
many opportunities to move further and further into the world of sensation.
Ultimately, you turn into a dead person; your sensitivity is lost.
Taste more foods – stronger tastes, stronger foods – and your taste
will be lost. If you move around the world and go on seeing more and
more beautiful things, you will become blind; the sensitivity of your
eyes will be lost.

Change your love object every day – your girlfriend or boyfriend,
your wife or husband. If you change them every day, your sensitivity to love will die. You are moving in a dangerous terrain. You will never move in depth; you will only be moving on the surface, the periphery. The more things you experience,
the less your capacity to experience becomes. And then in the end,
when everything around you has gone dead, you ask for the divine, you ask
for bliss, you ask for truth. A dead man cannot experience the divine.

To experience the divine you need total sensitivity;. you need
aliveness. Remember, only the similar can bring out the similar. If
you want the divine – 'the divine' means the most alive, the
ever-alive, ever-young, ever-green – if you want to meet the divine,
you will have to be more alive.

How to do it? KILL OUT ALL DESIRE FOR SENSATION. Don't seek
sensation; seek sensitivity, become more sensitive. The two are
different. If you ask for sensations, you will ask for things; you
will accumulate things. But if you ask for sensitivity, the whole work has
to be done on your senses, not on things. You are not to accumulate
things.
You have to deepen your feelings, your heart, your eyes, your ears,
your nose.

Every sense should be deepened in such a way that it becomes capable
of feeling the subtle.
We cannot even feel the gross, and we must become capable of feeling
the subtle. The world appears to be gross only because we cannot feel the subtle. The
invisible is hidden in the visible. Look at these trees. You look at
the gross: the body of the tree. You never look, you never feel, the life
within. The growth! The tree itself is not growing: the tree is just a
body. Something else – the invisible – is growing in it.

And because of it, the tree grows The inner is growing and, because of
it, the outer is growing. But you look only at the tree, so only the
outer is seen. Look around you. Look into your friend's eyes. You
only look at the eyes, not at the one who sees through them. Touch
your friend's body. You touch only the gross; you never feel the subtle
within.

Only the body, the external, is felt; because your eyes (your senses)
have become so dull that they cannot feel the inner, the invisible.
More sensitivity is needed. Ask for less sensations and grow in
sensitivity. When you touch, become the touch. When you see, become the eyes. When
you hear, your whole consciousness must come to the ears. Listening
to a song, or listening to the birds, become the ears. Forget everything
else so it is as if you are only the ears. Come to the ears with your total
being. Then, your ears will become more sensitive.

When you are looking at something – a flower or a beautiful face or
the stars – become the eyes. Forget everything else, as if the whole
rest of your body has gone out of existence and your consciousness has
become just eyes. Then your eyes will be able to look more deeply, and
you will become capable of looking at the invisible also. The
invisible can also be seen, but you need more penetrating eyes to see it.

KILL OUT ALL DESIRE FOR SENSATION, and grow in sensitivity. Think
about the world less and about your senses more. Purify them. When you
don't ask for sensations they become purified. When you ask for more
and more sensations, you are killing your senses.

The man who finds the divine is the man whose senses are totally
alive. to their maximum capacity Then it is not only that you can see the
divine. You can taste the divine. you can smell the divine. The divine
can enter in you through any of the senses. Only when the divine
enters you from all the senses does the ultimate realization happen. If you
can only see the divine. it is just a partial realization. Then you are
not really enlightened. You are only partially enlightened if you cannot
touch the divine. if you cannot taste it.

To use such words looks illogical. To taste God? Is he a food? Yes he
is everything. You can taste him, but then you need a very subtle
capacity to taste. Your very food will become divine. Through food, the divine
will be felt. The Upanishadic rishis have said that food is brahma.
"Anna is brahma." They must have tasted him, they must have
eaten him.

We go on thinking that God is a logical problem so we go on arguing
about, and about, for or against. We go on arguing whether God exists
or not. It is irrelevant. God is not a question of argument, of logic, of
reasoning. God is really a question of sensitivity. If you don't
feel him, become more sensitive. No logical thinking will be of any
help. Become more sensitive! If you are sensitive, he is there. He has
always been there, but you are not sensitive. Things make you dull,
sensations make you dull. Kill out desire for sensation


In short..i wana share a very beautiful and meaningful sher from Pankaj Udhas famous ghazal..its like

Saleeka hi nahi usko to mehsoos karne ka
jo kehta hai khuda hai to nazar aana zaroori hai..

tumhara aks....

Maine dekha hai tumhara aks,
thehre se paani me..
thoda hansta sa meri shraraton par..thoda ghabrata sa
na jaane kahan kahan se behta chala aaya hai mere aangan me.

maine mehsus ki hai teri choohan,
apne ghar ki hawaon me..
thodi pagli si..thodi narm se,
na jaane kab tum sma gaye, is ghar ki fiza me.

maine suni hai tumhaari aahatein..
apne chaaron taraf..
thodi khaamosh si..thodi thirakti si,
na jaane kab simat gaye, is zameen me tumhaare nishan.

main guzaari hai kai raatein,
tumhaare khawabon ke saath..
thodi itminaan ki..thodi be-qarar si..
na jaane kab ki tumne dosti mere khawabon se.

maine ukera hai tumhara naam,
apni lakeeron me..
zid nahi ki..bas khwahish ki hai khuda se..
shayad mil jaaye saath tumhara..kisi khush-naseeb lamhe me..
ki raah takta hai tumhaare aks ko..mera aaina..

Aao chalen

This piece is from my personal collection..written by some Kailash Jain.
I treat it to be as a vow which each couple should take if they happen
to decide to go further...bcz mostly each of us are in some sort of dream
state and fail to recognize the reality..its true other person act as
a reason of change in life but atmost it can act as inspiration..dat too
for the things which are well within the reach..so this piece acts like an
eye opener...and hence i love this..


main nahi kehta tumse
ki tumhare aanchal ,me ambar
ke sitaare bhar dunga..
kyunki hame jeena hai
isi zameen par jeena hai.

main yeh bhi nai kehta tumse
ki tumhaare liye alag duniya bsa dunga
kyunki hume rehna hai..
isi duniya me rehna hai.

main yeh bhi nai kehta ki
tere liye yeh kar dunga, wo kar dunga..
kyunki wo to hume krna hi hoga,
jo karna hai..


to sirf
main ye kehta hun tumse
ki mere saath haqiqat ki zameen
par chalna chaho to chalo..
aao chalen...
hume bahut door tak chalna hai...

Gulzar sahab

For many days, i was trying to express something for
unarguably the best lyricist of the hindi cinema..GULZAR.
I have always been a great fan of him..for his amazing lyrics..
His songs have always been laden with a serene virginity.and mind you
i am not exaggerating a bit..jus feel the lyrics..and there is no doubt
he has the same clearity as OSHO has in his sayings(..those who have
read OSHO and Gulzar would agree!!!)so, i am presenting a popular song of
him "Bhula Diya" from the movie Dus Kahaniyaan...



Kabhi Aayato Mein Padha Tujhe, Kabhi Harf Harf Likha Tujhe
Kabhi Dil Se Tujhko Pukaar Ke, Koyi Sher Apna Koyi Suna Diya
Bhula Diya, Bhula Diya, Tere Ishq Mein Khud Ko Bhula Diya
Sometimes i have read u in my prayers..sometimes i have written u word by word..
soemtimes i have called u from my heart, and presented u a Sher of mine..
and i have forgotten myself in your love...
see the magic in the line..Kabhi Harf Harf Likha Tujhe..
the lover is thinking about each and every letter of his beloved's name..


Yeh Ajeeb Ishq Ke Khel Hai, Jahaan Lajjaton Mein Kami Nahi
Kabhi Maine Tujho Hasa Diya , Kabhi Tune Mukjko Rula Diya
Bhula Diya, Bhula Diya, Tere Ishq Mein Khud Ko Bhula Diya
Strange are the games of love, where temptations are endless..
soemtimes i have made u laugh, sometimes u have made me cry..
and i have forgotten myself in your love...


Bekhudi Mein Maza Aa Raha Hai Bada, Dil Tabaah Hai To Kya
here..the lover says..i am finding bliss in this forgetfullness...
so what my heart has been destroyed..
i mus say equally good music by Anand Raj Anand..he has sung this with passion..

Teri Raah Se Jo Nikal Gaye, Woh Deewaane Banke Machal Gaye
Kabhi Humne Ki Teri Arzoo , Toh Bata De Yeh Kya Gunaah Kiya
Bhula Diya, Bhula Diya, Tere Ishq Mein Khud Ko Bhula Diya
Those who happened to cross your way, have become your fanatics..
so even when i have made a desire of you, then tell me..if i have made a mistake..
i have forgotten myself in your love...


Kabhi Aayato Mein Padha Tujhe, Kabhi Harf Harf Likha Tujhe
Kabhi Dil Se Tujhko Pukar Ke, Koyi Sher Apna Koyi Suna Diya
Bhula Diya, Bhula Diya, Tere Ishq Mein Khud Ko Bhula Diya
Sometimes i have read u in my prayers..sometimes i have written u word by word..
soemtimes i have called u from my heart, and presented u a Sher of mine..
and i have forgotten myself in your love...


still not convinced..hmm..then have a look at this..

Peeli dhoop pehenke tum dekho baag mein mat jaana
Bhanwre tumko sab chhedenge, phoolon mein mat jaana
Maddham maddham hans de phir se
Sona sona phir se hans de
Taaza gire patte ki tarah sabz-e-laan par lete hue
Saat rang hai bahaaron ke, ek ada mein lapete hue
Saawan bhaadon saare tumse
Mausam mausam hanste rehna
Maddham maddham hanste rehna
Saathiya, saathiya....
my salute to this man..we are fortunate to have a gem of his calibre with us..long live Gulzar sahab...

When i am alone....

This is one of my earliest poems...which i have found out
for a friend of mine...written sometimes 3 years back..



Who is this breathing in me,
residing in me, but i can't see.
I talk to him,
when i am alone..
and ask " Why aren't you born??"

He just nods his head
and says what he has already said..
" I am not that bad".
so dont feel it with your head,
dive a little deep in your heart,
and you will find me in your every part.

Yes i flow in your veins..
yes i rule from your brain...

But he tends to confuse me,
whenever I try to think free.

He says,
thats your bad luck
..if you can't feel my work..

Well I am your own soul,
mending your heart's hole..
and the reason I am not born
is to make you think..
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE...