आज फिर सूरज नहीं निकला...(Waiting for a new dawn...!!!)

 Does winter teaches us something? Yes it does, it teaches us kindness. Kindness, how? Because it snows in winter. Okay, so? And snow beautifies everything. So, we can say that Kindness is like snow, it beautifies everything it covers :-) Well, I know, it's bit too much of Gyan, but it's my favorite time of the year, the chilly wind, green pine trees, snow, cinnamon, hot cup of coffee, long walks, cashmere coats, pashmina shawls, visiting friends, house full of laughter, Christmas carols, New years hope, precious time with precious ones.

"Winter is not a season, it's a celebration"

Winter always give me some beautiful memories, something to always look forward, its a month of hopes, month of desires, month of chocolates and of course a month which always gives me a reason to write, a reason to smile.

"Beside good food and good wine, winter is time for fire and being home...enjoy each moment!!!"

Image courtesy: You all know by now, Location: Nainital, Uttarakhand

"अपने गर्म बिस्तर  से उठ

बाहर  झाँका मैंने 

तो पाया, आसमान धरती पर उतर आया है,

ताज़ी ताज़ी रुई के गुच्छो सा कोहरा 

दूर तक शहर को लपेटे हुए है,

शाल लपेटे हुए,यूँ ही चली आयी थी बगीचे में,

बेंच पर पहुंची अपनी,

तो पाया वोह ओस से भीगी हुई है,

पोंछ के उसको बैठ गयी थी मैं,

यूँ ही भटकते हुए,  नज़रें जा टिकी एक चिड़िया पर,

बैठी थी वो भी अकेली ,

शायद किसी के इंतज़ार में,

अपने ख्यालों कि धुंध से बाहर आयी,

तो देखा दूर पुल के ऊपर,

लैंप पोस्ट कि रौशनी को,

ढक रहा था कोहरा बहुत तेज़ी से,

जैसे बीती हुई यादों को,

फिर बहुत से प्रश्नचिन्ह लिए,

उठ खड़ी हुई मैं,

घूम कर देखा तो, अपने ओस से भीगे डैनों को,

हौले हौले हिलाती हुई

वोह चिड़िया भी बढ़ चली थी,

अपने घोंसले कि ओर,

तब समझ आया, एक अनकहा रिश्ता था हमारे बीच,

उसे भी और मुझे भी

इंतज़ार था,

एक नए सूरज का,

आज फिर सूरज नहीं निकला था....."

रेल की पटरी...(A Rail track...)

 What is life? Life is like a train track, full of possibilities. People come and go all the time from train station, just like in life but the ones, wait with you for the train or for the journey to end, are the ones that are worth keeping. Allow people to board train, accompany you on your journey, sometimes wrong train takes you to the right destination.

Train allows you to enjoy a embody of connection between different places, just like life, the ups and downs, different compartments for every feeling, laughs like friends and cry like a new bride, sometimes it connects you with morning dawn and sometimes with deep dark nights.

"Don't miss the train of life, because if you will miss the train, you will also miss being with the passengers on that train....keep taking trains, keep moving, keep meeting new people, keep exploring a journey of life..."

Image courtesy: Man in life, Location: Disneyland, Paris

"ज़िन्दगी क्या है......

रेल की पटरी पर दौड़ते हुए

डिब्बों जैसी,

कभी धूप, कभी छाओं जैसी,

लगती है कभी उदास,

दुल्हन की विदाई जैसी,

कभी, दोस्तों की महफ़िल जैसी...

कभी चढ़ते सूरज जैसी,

कभी गिरती हुई लहर जैसी...

कुहासे से झांकती धूप की किरण जैसी,

कभी आँखों से झरते मोती जैसी,

गुज़र रही है, बस यूँ ही,

पटरी पर रेल के डिब्बों जैसी...."

Translation:

"What is life...?

Life is just like

Train bogies, running on the rail track

Sometimes like Sun and

Sometimes like cool shadows

Sad sometimes, 

Like farewell of the bride

And sometimes

Like the concert of friends

Ever like to rising Sun

And sometimes

Like the falling wave

Like a bright ray of sun

In dense fog

And sometimes

Like the tears

Rolling from the eyes

Life is passing each day

Just like 

Bogies of train

On railway track...."

दिसंबर और धूप के कतरे...(December and Sunshine...)

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory..." It overwhelms me as I'm sitting on the terrace, watching trees covered in dense fog, a sudden burst of realization in the middle of the night. I can't help it and I can't stop it and sometimes it hurts...but I am learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking . I am learning to make things nice for myself and for others. To comfort my own heart when I wake up. "Will my love be true as December frost, or fickle and fall like the rose in June? To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky , in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk on an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend, simply saying, I thought of you, hope you are okay.

Oh December...you meant so much to me!!! Now is the time for fresh starts, Oh December.... evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon and coffee...makes you perfect.

"Your immaculate coldness, makes me feel warm, it's never over..."

Image courtesy: man in life , Location: A beautiful sleepy town, Chail at Himachal Pradesh

"सर्दियों का मौसम, था
शायद दिसम्बर का महीना,
कोहरे की धुंध में,
रोज़ दीखते थे, कुछ ठिठुरते हुए से साए..
ऐसे में एक दिन,
निकला था सूरज,
बस उसी पल; एक बोतल में,
क़ैद कर ली थी, सूरज की तपिश मैंने,
और सोचा था, चलूँ;
दे आऊँ धूप के कुछ कतरे,
ठण्ड में बैठे हुए, लोगों को...."

Translation:

"It's winter

The month of December

In the mist of fog

I use to see

Few shivering shadows, everyday

One such day

The sun came out

And right in that moment

I thought and captured

the heat of the sun

in a bottle

And, I thought

let me give

some peace and sunshine

To those

sitting in cold..."

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