Divergent: #AloneInWorldOfTechnology

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The world of internet has opened up endless possibilities but at the cost of humanity and compassion. It has been found that it is easier to say things via texts which we will never dare to say face to face and it has paved the way for the mutual divide. Mankind have always been divided into religions, races, regions etc but things have gone worse now. If the divide earlier meant countries or colonies, it has now de-evolved into a chawls with dormitory beds and courtesy has become extinct in the process. Now there are bhakts, feminists, leftist, something or the otherists. Constructive debates are rarely seen and free thinking is treated like common sense.

When so many are lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

  1. It is more about instant gratification.From fast food to 4G internet we expect everything to move at lightning speed but love is all about a slow burn, a gradual progression of feelings built on a basic foundation and nurtured over time.
  2. We are gradually turning into a selfie-obsessed, like-craving battery operated smart phone operators.
  3. It has created an unrealistic, virtual world where interaction is nothing more than likes, pokes and shares.

         And the situation is worst for the divergents’ and the commons, because most people fail to understand that we can take sides with two groups at the same time. I may be a potter-head, feminist and poet all at once. I may even switch sides depending upon a particular case (unless, of course, if it was an unbreakable vow). Yes we can, but obviously we will be frowned upon by all alike and I think its fine.

के अधूरी है बात, जब तक आँखों में उनकी तस्वीर ना बने,

और बेमाने  हैं जज़्बात, गर उनका गम  मेरे दिल की पीर ना बने…

After all this I am still part of these social sites only because I can see some good in here too. “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act upon. That’s who we really are.”

This post is written for Indispire Edition 149: In this world so connected with technology,we have actually lost our real connections.Technology has actually surpassed human-interactions.Real time Conversations became texting and Feelings became status updates.What you feel ?Share your views on it #AloneInWorldOfTechnology

अंतर्दर्शन: #SelfDiscovery

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 If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else. There was a time when I searched every nook and corner of my heart to look for answers, which I realized I knew already. You just have to quieten the mind and soul will speak for itself and reveal all its secrets. We often meet ourselves where we least expect it.

तैरने  चले  थे  दरिया  में, बीच  रस्ते  बरसात  हो  गयी,

के  ढूँढने  निकले  थे  ख़ुदा  को,  और  ख़ुद  से  मुलाक़ात  हो  गयी ||

                                          -doc2poet

                 Here are a few of the poems and couplets that churned out of my enlightened (only partially) mind.

मुकम्मल  जहाँ  की  तलाश  में,

फिरते  रहे  मारे-मारे ;

कैसे  मिले…जो  खोया  ही  नहीं,

हर  पल  पास  है  हमारे ; 

बस  आँखें  बंद  करने  की  देरी  है,

और  जी  उठेंगे  दिलकश  नज़ारे ;

के  लड़खड़ाते  ये  कदम  राह  ढूंड  ही  लेंगे,

कभी  यादों  की  भीड़  में…कभी  तन्हाई  के  सहारे ||

                                          -doc2poet

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सुनहरे  सपनों  की  आड़  में,
ज़िंदगी  के  रंगीन  पल, गुप-छुपकर  निकल  जाते  हैं ;

गिर  कर  उठना  तो  याद  रहता  है,
भूल  जाते  हैं…जब  लड़खडाकर  सम्भल  जाते  हैं ;

ये  पल  धुंधली  यादें  बनकर ,
होठों   पर  कभी  झिलमिलाते  हैं ;

और  कभी  आँसू  बनकर ,
आँखों  में  पिघल  आते  हैं ;

के  वक़्त  से  इस  कशमकश  में ,
दिल-ए-नादान  मुस्कुरा  ही  लेता  है ;

बस  खुशी  के  पैमाने  बदल  जाते  हैं…
खुशी  के  पैमाने  बदल  जाते  हैं ||

                                          -doc2poet

Here’s how Sant Kabira would have said this…

आपहु  मस्ती  काटिए,  हँसिए  और  हंसाए ;

चिंता  का  ऐनक  उतार  फेंक,  तो  जाग  सुंदर  हो  जाए ||

ऐसा  जीवन  हो  लाजवाब,  गर  सच  में  कोई  कर  पाए ;

सच्चा  साथी  है  मूल  मंत्र , जो  सच्ची  राह  दिखाए  ||

                                          -doc2poet

This post is written for Indispire Edition 148: Life is a journey of self discovery. Describe your journey till now or a part of your journey which brought to closer to a truth about life or closer to your soul and self-discovery.#SelfDiscovery

Music is life: #Funkaar

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Music is life. That is why our hearts have beats.

               Music is the essence of our lives and it is all around us, adding that little extra spark to an otherwise mundane routine. Music is like the air around us; we may not always see it but can definitely feel it’s presence if we care to focus. Music sometimes confronts us like a tiger roaring in African wilderness while sometimes it teases us like a koel singing on a distant tree. Music need not always be created but it can be discovered in the most unexpected places. Even silence is music to some ears. I wish my life had background music so I could understand what the hell is going on but not everyone is as lucky as Mother Nature herself. Here’s a poem from my archives celebrating Mother Nature’s lullaby. Hope you will feel closer to the music next time when you are in the lap of Mother Nature.

बारिश की पहली फुहार, चिड़ियों का गीत मल्हार,

के दरख़्तों की इस हरियाली में, महकता कहीं मैं भी हूँ,

वन में होती हल-चल, और  बहता  पानी  कल-कल,

के असीम  सागर की इन  लहरों में, छलकता कहीं मैं भी हूँ,

भीड़ में होता शोर, और पतंग की कटती डोर,

के घड़ी के काँटों की  इस  रफ़्तार में, थिरकता कहीं मैं भी हूँ,

बीते पल अनमोल, दो प्यार के मीठे बोल,

के इन लबों पे खिलती हँसी में, शामिल कहीं मैं भी हूँ,

गर सुन कोई सके, तो गाती ख़ामोशी भी है यहाँ,

के इस कायनात के हर ज़र्रे को, इस धुन में सजाता मैं ही हूँ,

संगीतमय बनाता मैं ही हूँ , संगीतमय बनाता मैं ही हूँ ||

                                -doc2poet

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        Music is not only the physical sounds embedded in the life and objects around us but it is also deep seated in the emotions, gestures and feelings. A baby giggling, mother kissing, beloved calling and even looking into your beloved’s eyes without even muttering a word is music to the soul.  We must never underestimate the healing power of music. It can heal anything, be it spoiled mood or a crooked soul. Any moment in our lives can be elevated to a different level if we just add music to it. You may try listening to your favorite music on full blast while dancing around like an idiot all around the house for starters and if it doesn’t help you may try singing yourself and Just because you can’t sing doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. And if you are too concerned about looking like an idiot then listing to music in good old ways is always there. No matter what you are feeling, I am sure you can find a song for that particular situation with ease. I feel there is a song for any and every moment and my taste in music ranges from “you need to listen to this” to “I know please don’t judge me”. I personally like the musical quality and rhyme of poems more than any song and here is another one from my archives where a simple thank you from a recovering patient is being described as music to the treating doctor’s ears.

धड़कानों  की  धुन  पर  गुनगुनाती  फिर  से  कोई  ज़िंदगी,

जैसे  ख़ुशियों  में  डूबे  कोई  दिल, जो  था  कभी  ग़मज़दा ;

रूखे  से  लब  थिरकते  हों  फिर  ख़ुशी  से  मिलकर  जैसे,

रोम-रोम  हो  जाए  स्वस्थ  और  हर  मर्ज़  ले  विदा ;

 भावुक  मन  और  नम  आँखें , करती  हों  जैसे  इलतज़ा,

मीठी  मुस्कान , काँपती  आवाज़, करती  शुक्रिया  अदा ;

और  क़ुबूल  हो  जिसकी  दुआ, ये  रूह  जैसे  वो  आबिदा…

ये  रूह  जैसे  वो  आबिदा…

                                    -doc2poet

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Life and music are so closely spun together that it is impossible to describe one without talking about the other.

Life without music is like…

                                              Facebook without likes,

                                              A racetrack without bikes,

                                                                    A house without doors,

                                                                    A lion without roar,

                                              A mind without zeal,

                                              And a soul without feel…

                           -doc2poet

I am writing this blog for #MusicDilSe blogging contest at www.funkaar.in.

And it is a beautiful coincidence that it is my  centennial post, cheers to that. Isn’t is music to ears!! 

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I wish I were a free bird: #आज़ाद परिन्दा

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Hello blog-chatterers,

I am new here and I absolutely loved the Blogchatter’s prompt for this week- I wish I were. I write more often in Hindi but I didn’t know I could do that here or not. So I just tried my hand at both. Hope you like them.

होता अगर मैं

होता  अगर  मैं  बेबाक  परिन्दा , छूता  उचईयाँ  जैसे  कोई  बाज़;

काव्य  सी  होती  उड़ानें  मेरी,  और  बादल  होते  मेरे  अल्फ़ाज़;

नदियों  में  ही  खिलता  बचपन, उन्मुक्त  हवा  मे  लेता  श्वास;

हर  दिन  रचता  गीत  नये,  और  समय  ही  होता  मेरा  साज़;

होता  अगर  मैं  बेबाक  परिंदा, नवजीवन  लेता  अगाज़;

उड़ता  फिरता  मस्त  गगन  में, अजब  ही  होता  मेरा  अंदाज़ ||

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I wish I were

I  wish  I  were  a  free  bird,

never  caged  but  often heard;

Scaling  high  and  sinking low,

never  shaken  but often stirred;

I  wish  I  were  a  free  bird,

singing  at  will… lovely or absurd;

Quenching  my  fernweh*,

cruising  alone and bewildered;

I  wish  I  were  a  free  bird,

I’ll  be  happy …mark  my  word;

‘Coz deep  down  inside,

this  luftmensch#  is  a  caged  bird…

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*Fernweh (German): Feeling homesick for a place you have never been to, wanderlust, a desire/craving to travel, a longing for far-off places.

#Luftmensch (German): Someone with his head in the clouds, one who is unconcerned with such practical matters as earning a living, a dreamer, social misfit.

This post is written for Blogchatter’s prompt for the week- I wish I were .

It’s a boy:-)

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Hey guys!

I have been away for a while (thank you if you had noticed) and the reasons have been many. In fact, more than I care to count. And these few days have changed my life forever as I have been promoted to the post of father from husband. Yes, it’s a boy. I have been blessed with a beautiful baby and I couldn’t have asked for more.

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के  धूप  से  तपती  धरती  पे,

ख़ुदा  कुछ  यूँ  मेहरबान  हो  गया;

खिलाया  इस  बगिया  में  एक  फूल,

और  मैं  बाग़बान  हो  गया ||

                             -doc2poet

He is the best thing that has happened to me, like ever and the feeling is too flamboyant to contain in my heart and it will eventually seep onto my blog.

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He has my eyes and her smile,

A bit of us both, with his own style;

My cutie, my love, my childhood and fun,

The trophy of my life, my darling, my son!!

                                              -doc2poet

Also, New Year is coming and I have a few plans for my blog and I am sure it will be exciting. For now, thank you for all your support and keep in touch for more.

See you soon (and hopefully more often)