KUCH SAWAAL

Dear All, this is my very first attempt with hindi poetry, and I'm very nervous and anxious at how this will be received.

A sudden thought of how I used to write hindi led me to write a poem in hindi too. So here it goes( Fingers crossed)...

Yeh zindagi ki dastan,

Ek ajeeb paheli hai.

Yeh rishte jo pal mein bante,

Pal mein tootte, jaise do saheli hain.

Jab doori chahi, toh nazdeek bulakar,

Ghamon ko bandhe, jaise ek kone mein,

Aur jab paas aana chaha,

Toh mano waqt hi ho gaya (jaise paraya).

Lamhein bhi ajeeb khel hain,

Jis raftaar par badalte,

Usi par chalkar door hote hain.

Prashn par prashn tang karte hain,

Yeh bhi zindagi ka chakkar chalte hain.

Jo jawaab mile, milte hi kho jate hain,

Is luka chuppi ke khel mein,

Hum na jeette na harte hain.

Abhi toh jeena shuru kiya hai,

Is bhaag daur ke khel mein,

Abhi toh shararat chooti hai,

Is zindadil dil mein.

Kyun na karun sawaal?

Yeh zindagi meri hai,

Kheloongi woh bhi magn hokar,

Kya hua, agar paheli hai?

WHO BAKES A CAKE ON THEIR OWN BIRTHDAY??

The other day as I surfed through blogs, I happened to see one blog in which the girl had made a list of certain things, one of the points read as “Who bakes a cake on their own birthday??” The way that girl said it felt as if she was saddened by the fact that none of her friends baked a cake for her or got it for her on her B -day!!

This made me thinking. I thought that till date no one had ever baked a cake for me on my birthday (my mom didn't know how to bake, and my friends who do know never baked a cake for me or for that matter got it for me). But even before this thought could sadden me, it vanished as it came!! You know why?? It is because

THIS TIME...

This time don’t stop me from going,

‘Coz I really do need a break.

This time don’t say nice words,

‘Coz you’ll melt my heart again.

This time let love beckon you,

As your heart wishes to follow.

This time I’ll take some steps back,

Though my heart does feel hollow.

This time I’ll find myself,

My friends, whom I forgot.

This time don’t ask any questions,

Why we cared and why we fought?

This time I’ll smile as I cry,

For I forgot the distance as we met.

This time I’ll be “me” again,

Like on seashore the grains were left!!

Fussball (Football) Fever

I really do not know how to start. And this time I’m very very serious, not because I have loads of thoughts on my mind that I do not know where to start, this time it is much the opposite.

I’ve been seeing since few years how keenly my brother watches Foot ball matches, how lovingly and passionately the town, the city and countries come to life whenever FIFA WORLD CUP happens.

And I have always wondered what is there in football that brings people from different countries together. A friend of mine who plays football and is a wild fan of Manchester United ( GGMU!!) responds to this question of mine by saying that the passion, the drive that is there in this game is something you cannot see in any other game. I asked him that this game is so ‘rough’, players go around shoving each other to take the ball?? And to that he replied that it is the ardor, obsession and the fervor, the urge to make your country proud by every move of yours, by every goal you make and players who are playing in the World Cup are there for a purpose. Indeed, yes!

Over the years all I have praised this game is for (except for the awesome goals that were made) it’s cute and hot players. Sorry, but it was something which I shared with you very honestly. I have absolutely no clue about this game. I do not know what all tricks the players use, why and when Red, Yellow cards are given (though I do know they are given when the player misbehaves), and am completely unaware of the rules.

Every time I asked my brother to tell me the rules, he would tell me “later” and that later hasn’t arrived till date.

Moreover (I’m sorry this might be very disappointing to read) but I have no idea about the names of the teams, have heard a few like Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester United. That’s it. I don’t even know the names of the players except for a few.

My brother and I watched few months back the movie Goal and Goal2 and I loved both of them. Thanks to him I love the ads of Puma, Adidas, Nike, and Reebok which casts lead Football players having fun.

The enthusiasm, the zest with which people cheer for teams is something which I do not connect to, and feel sad about. And now I do not know if I can be made to or rather make myself fall in love with this game, or even after years when I re-read this I’ll still be feeling sad that I know nothing about the game, its players nor about its team, except for knowing where the next Fifa World Cup is gonna happen.

Before I end this I would like to share what made me write this post in the very first place. It was the ‘echo’, the true feel of the song ‘The Waving Flag’ by Kannan that made me think of a huge football ground with spectators cheering for their teams, and everywhere you look around all you see is anger, drive, energy, passion, and craze of the football fans for their country and for their teams.

No wonder then that FOOTBALL the most loved and followed game in most of the countries!!!:)

MY QUESTION

Do you understand how much it takes?
To give a portion of my heart out to you?

Not in piece, I’ll bleed,
But in space, I tell you!

What’s in a piece, tell me?
I gave you a room, a private suite,

You stayed for a good time,
Enjoying the luxuries,

Soon you might get bored,
And tell me I got to leave”,

The empty space, the talking corners,
The joyous lights, the charm of a visitor,
All will be gone, to make it lifeless.

A heart is not a hotel,
A room where anyone can enter,
A heart is a place very sacred,
You earn a space to live in there,

And if at all you didn’t value,
All the talks ‘the heart’ did,
If you thought, one day,
You’ll go just the way you came,
My heart might with sorrow,
For sure would immensely pain.

It’s strange, it a gave a space,
To a ‘stranger’, one unknown,
And now it’s helpless,
‘Coz it’s too late,
To back out to create a filter.

Don’t tell me when you’ll leave,
Or should I say, leave a note?
It’ll be better to not have a memory,
What’s the point, once you’ll be gone?

Like before, my heart will cry,
Might ache and bleed to the core,
But time is a great healer,
With time, the wound shall mature.

The way I attached myself to thee,
I know not how it happened?

And I’m not an analyst like you!
To dig deep and find answers from clues.

Am I blessed to have found you?
Or scared enough that you might leave?

If I don’t see you again,
I’ll preserve the moments,
And forever shall, in safe, keep!!