My shadow....

My shadow....

I talk to my shadow, wondering why it is so mean?

Walks with me when the sun is fresh,

like a friend by my side on grass yellow and green.

Then, like a coward hides under my mortal soul,

when the sun shines hot and bright;

and leaves me alone to my fate, at the coldest point of the night.

You try to break the barrier and long away from me,

when you realize that the sun's going to set and you need to be free.

Suddenly, my shadow speaks,

and raises its voice to the peak.

"No my friend thats not true."

I walk with you in the fresh sun,

to provide you with a company when you have none.

I don't hide under the mighty sun.

for I am at your feet providing you with the strength to move ahead

and face the heat and burns.

And as far as the night goes, sigh....

I too am a part of you my friend.

Darkness defeats my courage and i lose all my strength.

But when you learn to face the dark and your fears,

you'll see that you won't need my company anymore.

Neither in the fresh sun or at the sunset shore.

Maybe you are right my shadow.

I shall face all my fears and I shall never be sad.

But, you certainly are the worst friend I ever had.

Yaadon ki gullak...

यादों की गुल्लक

दिल में छुपाकर एक कोने में,
छोटी सी गुल्लक है मेरे यादों की.
सिक्के नहीं उसमे चांदी या सोने के,
यादे हैं भूले प्यार और वादों की.

कभी ख्याल आया की उसको,
खान्खानाऊ और आवाज़ सुनूँ.
भर रखा था अब तक जिसका,
उसमे से कुछ पल ख़ास चुनुं.

झाँकने की कोशिश की गुल्लक के अंदर,
घने यादों के बादल थे और खिलौनो के रंग.
कुछ यादें धुंधली कुछ बहुत सुंदर,
कुछ पल अकेले, कुछ बिताये दोस्तों के संग.

फूट न जाए गुल्लक यादों से भरी,
सोचा एक बार अभी और भर सकती है.
लम्हों से बंधी यादों की नाज़ुक कड़ी,
गिरकर ज़मीन पर टूट सकती है.

गिरी जब गुल्लक आवाज़ नहीं आई,
घेरने लगी मुझे मेरी तन्हाई.

कुछ यादें जिन्हें मैं गई थी भूल,
दादीजी की कहानियां और गुड़ियों का खेल.
जैसे किताब में दबा गुलाब का फूल,
सूखकर भी याद दिलादे दिलों का मेल.

समेटकर रखलूँ यादें सारी,
जाने गुल्लक फिर कब तक भरे.
वक़्त का पलड़ा कब पद जाए भारी,
फिसल जाए हाथों से सब रेत की तरह.

पल दो पल मुट्ठी में बाँध लूं आज,
जब सांसें थमे, इन्हीं का थाम लूं हाथ.

Success is Overrated

Winning doesn’t mean the world I say…

It’s the losers who are made to pay

The price for someone to move ahead

In the race to win our daily bread.

I have had my share of losses and I have won a few times

But I was the same person when I lost as I was when victory was mine

Your score card doesn’t define your best or how much you fall behind.

Its like being able to tell from your license photo how well can you drive.

Men say battles are for the winners to relish,

At the stake is the world that we leave to perish.

Whom do we say is the loser then?

It’s not just one side of soldiers, but all the men.

Winning is immaterial as long as you try your best…

The ups and downs of life are just a test

For someone to win, someone has to lose…

so what if times, the latter “someone” is you   

try to take the failures in your stride….

Learn from your mistakes and don’t hurt your pride.

Losing an opportunity does not mean losing a war…

Its just a bump on the road and the destination is still far .

And If it’s a rat race, then who loses is for sure a rat.

But also who wins is no better than that.

Success is overrated and Excellence is an understatement.

No matter how much you win, there is always scope for improvement.

Losing  at times teaches us to learn and grow.

And as the saying goes… we reap what we sow.

And prove to the world that we are not meant to win all the time,

But victory shall come and everyone will have their moment to shine.

Till then.. its you and me enjoying the sun and moon,

For Our chance will come and it shall come soon.

So, be proud to be a loser…

Because without you, there won’t be a true winner.