Desire....

Chaahat.........Desire

Desire is the inner feeling, which is always there with us. Our shadow can leave us while it is dark, but desire-- "NEVER". It is like the seed which gets planted when we come into this world. It gets watered every day and grew with us. The root of it gets deeper and deeper with the fulfillment of it.

Many a time, it happens that we desire for something and we get something else. 

Why does it happen?

The most common answer will be that we have not tried that hard to get it. I have a different perception about it. Desire for something is good and try to get it is better, but the best thing is to have patience to mould your desires into reality. It is like a potter who tries to make pot from the clay and have patience until the pot comes into perfect shape. Many a time, the potter had to demolish the thing. Many a time, it comes out to be an impossible job to give the perfect desired shape. But, he tries patiently to fulfill his desire.

We must Always tell to god about our desires. Silently, in the prayer or whenever we wish. After the fulfillment of it, we may feel that we have not got what we have desired. But, if we look at it from a different angle, we will get to know that we have got way above what we have desired. 

चाहत 

ज़िन्दगी की सबसे हसीन आर्ज़ू  है चाहत,

मिल जाये जिसे, वो पाये राहत,

चाहते तो सभी है, कुछ न कुछ अपने दिल में,

पूरे मन से जो चाहे, पूरी हो उसी की हसरत ।

चाहत का रास्ता बसता है मन में,

पाना कुछ होता है जीवन में,

केहते है भगवान ने बनायीं है सब जोड़िया,

जिनका मिलना लिखा होता है, नीचे के वन में ।

कई बार सोचते है कि क्या फायदा कुछ चाहने का,

जब भी निराश हुए, सोचा क्या फायदा कुछ पाने का,

किसी ने सच ही कहा है, होता है जो होना है,

फिर क्या फायदा उस ऊपरवाले को कुछ बताने का ।

Kolkata....City of Joy......

Kolkata.

Hearing this word, many things comes into mind,

a highly unplanned city, a place worth living, the cheapest metro city of India, a place of fish lovers, etc.

This is the city which has given me my life. The existence of it makes sure that I exist. A city which has been my first home and will always be. Kolkata or better known as Calcutta, the place of rich literary heritage. The place which has seen the rising of British Empire in India. The city which hosted India's first uprising. The place which has given martyr's like Mangal Pandey, Khudiram Bose, Subhash Chandra Bose, Batukeshwar Dutt, and many more. The city which has equally supported in the development of scientific India through Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose. Literary contribution is undenial as the national anthem itself was written and composed by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore.

A small dedication to the city, which will always remain close to my heart.

Kolkata

Kolkata also known as City of Joy,

City that has seen many ups and downs but still hoy.

City that has seen the advancement of slavery,

It has also been the witness of first bravery.

While the world was busy making great progress,

It has stuck to its value by helping homeless.

City that rejoices in every festival,

yet mourns its martyrs' withdrawal.

It has always been the smaller world,

that provides everything but has never asked.

The place which leaves a mark on everyone's heart,

But is yet unknown to find its own intent.

Flowers Of My Garden....

Somebody has rightly said "Time is Precious". I would also like to add

"Time can turn the tides away". 

Time is the only thing in world which makes a man realize about oneself as well as others. If time can make you wealthy then it also has the capability of making you poor.

Thus, i wrote this in the memory of good times and bad times both, that i have spent.

समय 

केहते है दुनिया में क़ुछ है, जो कभी नहीं रुकता,
चाहे कितनी ही मुश्किलें आये सामने, वो कभी नहीं झुकता,
दुनिया के हर हिस्से का हिसाब उसके पास है,
और हर किसी के किस्मत का जवाब, वो पास है रखता।

उसकी फ़ित्रत भी बड़ी ही निराली ,
कभी दुःख दे, तो कभी दीवाली ,
अपनी हर बात मनाना उसे है आता,
लोगो कि अस्लियत भी उसने ही बाहर  निकाली।

हर घड़ी, हर समय कुछ बदलता रहता है,
इंसान अच्छाई का नकाब पेहने, अंदर ही मचलता है,
ज़िन्दगी के हर मुक़ाम को पाने के लिए,
उसकी बनायीं हर बाधाओं को पार करना पड़ता है।

Mixed Feelings......

Why does it happen that whenever we leave a place, we feel sad about it. Before leaving for my training, i was sad coz i had to leave my hometown. Now, coming back to my hometown, again there is a mixed feeling as i am badly missing those days.

The time of the days doesn't matter for your happiness or any thing. What matters is the time you have spent with people. People with whom you have been sharing all your heart and also the small happiness of caring for them. 

Today's day has been gone with a dilemma in my heart that whether i should be happy for being at home or i should be sad as i miss my friends.

Why can't we become,

the rays of light?

Why can't we become,

the places of sight?

Light that brightens the whole world,

but is unaware of its own shadow.

Sight that is seen by the whole world,

but is unknown to its own shadow.

Light that guides ones sight,

but its own path depends on others.

Sight that shows ones gained height,

but its own existence turn to others.

This poem is dedicated to all my friends with whom i spent the most memorable days of mine.  

Tribute to Mentors...

This is the poem which is dedicated to those who have helped me to take my first step in the actual world.
Hiral shah
Nityanand Jha
I will remember them for the whole of my life and the teachings that they have provided.


Life is full of nature,
be it earthly or inner.
Life is about gaining stature,
be it ordinary or a winner.

Life provides second chances,
whether you grab or leave.
Life provides many happy instances,
its upto you to weave.

Everyone can teach,
the concept of life.
Only few can preach,
how to live and not to strife.