Words

a thought on mother’s day

to Mother Earth,
to Mother Verse,
to the Mother who gave me birth,
to the Mother who gave me words,
to every Mother there was and is,
and to every Mother who will be-
wishing you happiness and contentment,
may I,
your progeny be as good as thee.

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haare jo maine ishq mein tamaam aaftab/ हारे जो मैंने इश्क़ में तमाम आफ़ताब

हारे जो मैंने इश्क़ में तमाम आफ़ताब,
नज़्र कर रहा हूँ तुम्हें,
ज़रा पेशानी पर पहन लो तो महताब बन खिलेंगे,
ज़र्रा ज़र्रा महकेगी ये शब-ए-फ़िराक

haare jo maine ishq mein tamaam aaftab,
nazr kar raha hoon tumhein,
zara peshani par pehan lo to mehtaab ban khilenge,
zarra zarra mehkegi ye shab-e-firaaq

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नींद और चाय का भी अपना ही एक रिश्ता है…

नींद और चाय का भी अपना ही एक रिश्ता है…वो चाय क्या जो आधी-अधूरी नींद में न पी गयी हो, और वो नींद क्या जो बिना चाय की चुस्की लिए टूट जाये! नींद और चाय का भी अपना ही एक रिश्ता है…दोनों ही एक दूसरे के बिना अधूरी हैं

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meri aawaz mein aawaz milaane tu chal/ मेरी आवाज़ में आवाज़ मिलाने तू चल

a poem, an anthem towards helping create India’s largest audio-library of poetry for the blind. world’s largest population of visually impaired people, that is around 15 million people live in India. Your Voice Their World is a noble initiative by Omron Health India in partnership with the National Association for the Blind (NAB) Delhi. please do help me and many others like me in this cause. remember, your voice can actually enrich someone’s world!

मेरी आवाज़ में आवाज़ मिलाने तू चल
एक नयी लौ फिर आज, जलाने तू चल

बोल कुछ इस तरह
के आँखों में ख़्वाब खिल जाएं
के रगों में दौड़े-फिरें लफ्ज़
और घुल जाएं
बोल कुछ इस तरह
के कोई पलक सूखी न रहे
फ़ैली हो चारों तरफ रात
पर रूखी न रहे
अपनी आवाज़ से रातों में शमाएँ जलाने तू चल
एक नयी लौ फिर आज, जलाने तू चल

बोल कुछ इस तरह
के बोल रूह को छू जाएं
जो खो गए हैं एहसास
फिर से मिल जाएं
बोल कुछ इस तरह
के फिर बोलना ज़रूरी न रहे
दिल और अलफ़ाज़ के दर्मियाँ कोई दूरी न रहे
अपनी आवाज़ से सब दूरियाँ मिटाने तू चल
एक नयी लौ फिर आज, जलाने तू चल

मेरी आवाज़ में आवाज़ मिलाने तू चल
एक नयी लौ फिर आज, जलाने तू चल

-आदि

meri aawz mein aawz milaane tu chal
ek nayi lau phir aaj, jalaane tu chal

bol kuch is tarah
ke aankhon mein khwaab khil jayein
ke ragon mein daude-phirein lafz
aur ghul jayein
bol kuch is tarah
ke koi palak sookhi na rahe
faili ho chaaron taraf raat
par rookhi na rahe
apni aawaz se raaton mein shamayein jalane tu chal
ek nayi lau phir aaj, jalane tu chal

bol kuch is tarah
ke bol rooh ko chhu jayein
jo kho gaye hain ehsaas
phir se mil jayein
bol kuch is tarah
ke phir bolna zaroori na rahe
dil aur alfaaz ke darmiyaan koi doori na rahe
apni aawaz se sab dooriyan mitane tu chal
ek nayi lau phir aaj jalane tu chal

meri aawaz mein aawaz milane tu chal
ek nayi lau phir aaj, jalane tu chal

-adee

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my first post on vine

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the best and the worst

I’ve seen the best of life and the worst of life. Days filled with love and days filled without any hope whatsoever. I’ve met the best of people and the worst of people. Friends who have supported me in the darkest of times and people who were supposed to be my own but did everything in their capacity to deny me my life. And, I’ve come face to face with the best and the worst in my own self too. Somehow, my best has always been reserved for the darkest of times and people and perhaps my worst, for all that was good in my life. Today, on the 16th day of the new year, when I’ve tried my best to find happiness in every little thing for the past 15 days, it is today that I acknowledge this essential truth about myself, and maybe for all those reading this, that somehow our grief is truer to us than our joy, that one moment of sadness hurts us more than days of happiness heal us, that our hearts are predisposed towards tears more than smiles…that these are more or less sides of the same coin(s) and no matter what we do, or feel, there is actually no point in this all.

our smiles, will always be tinged with grief and our sadness be touched with hope. and yes, there is no point of all of this…

adee
16/01/2014

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tell me my heart, what do i write tonight

tell me my heart, what do i write tonight
do i write of loss or loneliness or life went trite

do i discover wings or stay rooted with fright
do i ache at the wrongs done or hope things will turn alright

tell me my love, what do i trade tonight
do i weave a nightmare grim or spin a savoury sprite

do i embrace agonies or with joys i fight
do i drink my tears or sink in some spirit light

tell me my heart, what do i wish tonight
do i keep chanting her name or rather His i cite

-adee

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The Cuckoo’s Calling- an unreview

a quick, unedited post about the book and an unabashed attempt to make you grab a copy right now! need friends to discuss this book with!!!

J.K. Rowling's 'The Cuckoo's Calling'

enough has already been said about the book, how most of us were enticed into reading it post the ‘real’ author revelation… all that apart, purely on the merits of a crime fiction novel, this book scores high… the very personality of lead character Strike, his background, his nuanced, unhurried way of untangling the case and then his chemistry with Robin, his temp assistant…man woulnd’t everyone want to read more books of this series (if there are) just to see their romance blossoming!!! though being in a steady relationship, am quite wary of these kind of demands, why break her current relationship (she is engaged to Matthew) just so that the story line fulfills our fantasies!!!

the best proof of a story being good is when its readers start identifying with its characters as real life people, like i just talked above, Strike and Robin are definitely in my ‘favorite characters list’ now.

all said, i’m out of the blogging habit these days, but this book has forced me out of the hiatus…guys, you really need to grab a copy and read this book end to end. yeah, i really crave this to become a series.

hope Mr. Galbraith is listening 🙂

adee (14/10/2013)

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Angreji-Hindi

Angreji us pita ki tarah hai jisne jeevan mein safalta ke gur sikhaye, angreji mastishk ka wo hissa jo hisaab rakhta hai hisaabon ka, Hindi wo maa hai jiske aanchal mein chup kar hi aansu niklate hain, Hindi mann ka wo tukda jo waqt gujarte dekhta hai aur chapta rehta hai geeli clay ki tarah… Angreji-Hindi ne mujhe paal-pos kar bada to kar diya par lagta hai apni identity ke liye koi aur hi bhasha dhoondhni padegi…

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A quote to die for

“Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now. Not 20 years from now, not two weeks from now. Now.” -Debbie Millman

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