बारिश का पौधा ...!!! (a tree of Rain)

It's a very hot night, humid and sweaty, everyone has been waiting for rains, but rains are nowhere in sight. I find peace inside me, when it rains. I love when it is misty in evenings and I am out walking by myself. There are times when i love to stay at home when it rains, with a hot cup of coffee and a good book.

I love watching kids playing in puddle, drenching couples with a soaking joy. 

The time reminds me of my all time favorite song 'listen to the rhythm of falling rains..." and "rimjhim gire sawan..."

"Let's get lost in the world of books, coffee and rains..."

Location: A perfect location, Image courtesy: Internet 

"सोचो गर बारिश  का भी पौधा होता 

कैसा अनमोल वो पौधा होता 

बूंदों की पत्ती होतीं 

सावन का मौसम होता 

दिल की बंजर भूमि पर 

गिरती जब आसमान से बूँदें 

बारिश के पौधे का उद्भव होता 

सींच प्यार की मिटटी से 

इक दिन वो एक पेड़ बनता 

धीमी फुहार सा झरता रहता 

जब भी हम में झगड़ा होता 

लगती प्यास जब बारिश की 

हम उसकी डाल हिलाते 

प्रेम पनपता उसके नीचे   

कभी तुम भीगते 

कभी हम भीग जाते 

काश, तुम होते , मैं होती 

और बारिशों का वो पेड़ होता..."

Translation:

" Think, what if we had a rain tree

how unique it must have been

Leaves made of rainy drops, and

A season of monsoon always,

When it rained on

The fallow land of my heart

The plant of rain grows...

with the mud of my love

It would have turned into a tree, one day

Whenever we would have fought

It would have sprayed like a slow drizzle

Whenever we would have the thirst

of Rain

We shook it's branch

Only love would have blossomed 

under this tree

Sometimes, you got wet

sometimes, me drenched

Wish, You were here

I was here

And the tree of Rain was here....."

Who are you??

Seeker, may be or a lost wanderer....!!

Well all I meant to say is, have you ever wondered about who we are? Who am I? Am I brilliant? Am I good? Am I successful? Am I fabulous? Am I lucky? Yes, we all go through such questions in our lifetime, not once but many times. Simply because we are seekers, we are always curious to find out more about ourselves.

Live your life like each day is a new day, to teach new chapters of life. Don't let others tell you about who you are else you are living their reality and not yours.

"If you cannot be the poet, be a poem..." 

We may be a thousand things but the the world chooses to see the million things we are not, we may be a name to someone, a shape to other, we may be a partner to someone and stranger to other but we all are something which only we know. Stick to this self of yours, live your life the way you wish to.

"I am my favorite book, but who you are.....?''

Location: Home, When: midnight, Pic courtesy: the man in life

"कौन हो तुम 

जो वक़्त बेवक़्त चले आते हो 

कौन हो 

जो दिल के दरवाज़व पर दस्तक लगाते हो....

हवाओं का रूप धर के 

कभी बादलों का भेष भर कर 

अपने होने का अहसास कराते हो 

कौन हो तुम ?

नरम दूब पर 

ओस की बूंदों से दिखते हो 

मिट्टी के गमलों में 

फूलों से खिलते हो 

कौन हो तुम ?

उगते सूरज की गर्मी में 

खिलते पलाश से लगते हो 

गहराती शाम के अंधेरों में 

सेमल की रूई से लगते हो 

कौन हो तुम ?

शायद वो पथिक हो 

जो राह भटक गया था 

जा रहा था कहीं और 

और दिल पर मेरे 

दस्तक दे गया था....."

Translation:

"Who are you?

Who come in time 

Who are you?

Why do you knock at my heart

By the appearance of the winds

and sometimes

you feel like being presence of the clouds

Who are you?

Sometimes like dew drops on fresh grass

and sometimes like a flower in my clay pots

Who are you?

You seem to blossom 

In the heat of the rising sun

And the soft cotton wool (semal)

In the dark evenings

Who are you?

Oh, you may be the wanderer

Who lost his track

Was going somewhere else

But stopped 

To knock at my heart..."

Keep turning the page...!!!

Nothing ever heals you from inside...

They say time heals you from within, it heals you emotionally, but I do not agree. Nothing ever heals you from inside, until you go or you let go. And letting go isn't an easier thing, you have to let go every day and it still remains. The more you try to forget, more you remember.

You feel something burning inside you, you try to run away, turn your back on and try putting a full stop to everything but there are some feelings which never fades away.

Sometimes, somethings, someone never leaves you...!!

You do your best, you remind yourself to forget but nothing helps you.

I still don't know, when is the time to turn the page...but you keep turning!!

Location: no one needs to know ;-) Pic courtesy : as ever

" हो चुका है वक़्त शायद... 

अब जाने का समय आ गया है 

लगा था मुझको 

की जो भीतर है 

वो जा चुका है 

मगर ये क्या,

तू तो आज भी मन के अंदर सुलग रहा है,

कैसी कशिश है ये तेरी

कौन सा ये रूप है तेरा 

तू ही हो मेरे संग 

ये सपना आज भी आँखों में पल रहा है,

दबा रखी है कोई चिंगारी कहीं शायद 

खुद ही के अंदर मैंने 

कि बंद आँखों में 

सपना मेरा, खुद ही सुलग जाता है 

तेरे क़दमों की आहट हो 

या दे दिल के दरवाज़े पे तू दस्तक कोई 

मेरी ज़िन्दगी का हर लम्हा 

तेरी यादों के गुलिस्ताँ में सुलग जाता है 

वक़्त हो गया है अब, शायद..."

Translation:

"May be, it's time

Time to go

I thought

that you have gone

But what's this

You are still 

Burning slowly inside my heart

Why this attraction

Which is this form of you

You should always be with me

Still the same dream in my eyes

There seems to be fire 

Somewhere inside me

Though my eyes are closed

But my dream burns on its own

Whether it's your footstep

Or your knock in my heart

Every moment of my life

gets burned in your thoughts

May be, it's time now..."