Siyaad! (a Hunter)

Agr ussay dekhna ankhun ki ghalti thi to  kiun hain ye ab tak salamat? Agar usay soochna besood  hai to ye sooch khalq he kiun hoi? Hai ishq ajeeb to ajeebtareen main hon! Agr uski chahat bas ik khayal hai to yeh khayal dil main aya kiun? yeh dil he kiun hai! Ay! RAB na rakhta koi chahat ki umeed bas ik lothra he rehnay dia hota. Na dil hota na zehn-e-natwa itni mushakat kiun kr karta, itna larta, itna thakta... Main ye zindagi jee he leti bina kuch kahay, bina chahy, bina soochay. Kia tha jo yeh lab na hotay, izhar-e-chahat k na mutamani hotay, na mera dil mujhe rat rat bhar phir bechain kar pata. Main dil ki khuwhish ko zehn main na jaga deti na shab-bedari mera naseeb banti. Na har karwat mera jism  letay hoay kar’rahta, na ungli labon ki siskiyon pe band bandh kr usay dil ki hasrat banaye rakhteen. Jo ye na hota to wo aj dil ki bas sirf sada na hota mera hamsafar hota…

Magar jo wo na hota to kon mujhe sagar-e-chashm pr zapt ki ashnayi deta? Kon jatata k zuba’n honay k bawajood bhi anay walay lamhon main wo kaifiyat  hosakti hai jb lab chahnay k bawjood ik dosray main pewast rehna chahtay hain or nighain guftugu karteen hain. Kon dekhata k kuch sahir aise bhi hain jo jadoo jism pe naheen seenay main mojood dil pe krte hain, k wo shikari dil k hotay hain. Jo dil lejain to na kabhi khud palat’tay hain na dil he ki wapsi pr razi hotay hain.  Unhain to aksar khabr bhi naheen hoti k shikar kab jaal main phansa or kab uska dil amanat ban k unke hathon main muntaqil hoa. Tbhi to wo bhool chook main dil tor dia karte hain! Qasoorwar to sahir bhi naheen, k wo to apna kam kiye jataa hain. Ab koi dekhay baghir chalay to bhala shikari kiun kar na shikar kary…
Koi to jakar us zalim siyaad khabr karay k ye lab kahmosh hain pr samat ka har gosha uski ahat pa lena ka muntazir hai. Koi to jakar bataye k shan-e-beniyazi se wo jis gali se dil chura laya tha wahan pr mojood shikar ab neem-murd halat main faqt dedar k liye maut se ankhain churaye intezar ka chola urhy para hai. Koi to jaye, koi btaye k kaheen dair na hojaye…
- UnhingeD ~

deglutition is hard…

I have been writing on this blog since November 2008 with all the worst and best life phases of life this have been the best shoulder to me. I am still an immature writer I know but that too cannot stop me writing. There have been stages where I have forecasted the magic of LOVE on my readers but again there have been times when I couldn’t even write what I am going through. Yes! its true that time passes like wind smooth and fast.

 

- UnhingeD ~

LessOn

I rushed towards the the elevator and checked out the reception as if I am not in an office but in a park. My situation was similar to a person who was chased by a dog. I slow down as I saw her moving towards her parked car. She was surprisingly relax and steadily walking. I went a little closer when she turned around noticing and smiled;

‘ What are you doing here? ’
' What are you doing here? ’ I shot back question to her
‘ Well ! I resigned ’ With smile she replied without even knowing I was hating her smile.
‘ Why you did so? ’ Patiently I inquired her off as there was no other way out.
‘ I resigned  because I had no other way out. I was bored and was guided over everything ’
‘ You just resigned because you were bored ? ’ I looked at her furiously as if she is insane. My expression made her smile and moving her fingers on her cars door smoothly she replied;
‘ The best way is to resign whether  its a relationship or a job you cannot continue if you are unable to prove yourself best in it. By the way resignation doesn’t mean you are useless or a crap it just makes another step easier for you. If its accepted you were at a wrong place and if its rejected things will go in your favor. ’ I never could understand women no matter how hard I try.. I went back to work and work for another 3 years of my life and one day I resigned. The day I resigned was the best day of my life as there was no more unwanted tension. I accepted the fact that I was not made for typing and emailing others the company’s policies but to write my own tale. The life time experience, ups and downs of my life. And finally I learned;

‘ There is a success following every loss  and resigning is a better option ’

- Unhinged ~

:’[

I don't know if I should be writing this or not but I am not sure who else to tell this. History is repeating itself, whatever happened 5 years back is going on again I don't know how I should be behaving, I am not sure if this reaction of mine is valid or not but my heart is aching I am not feeling like talking to anyone and why I should be? Are best friends like this? I don’t know if I should not  be talking like this or not but …. :’(

:)

 

I was so much busy in my other stuff’s and some pathetic situations that I hardly was left with words. The octopus of grades and fused relationships made me stand nowhere but I am returning.. :) Coming back to where I belong , the only way of my survival.. I am returning to my destiny.. :) And I am happy to be with you again.

AZAB..

Main ne to ab tak yehee suna tha k dil jo totay to tufan to atay hain bohat magar saath main wo khamoshi bhi le atay hain jis main har cheez chup bhi jati hai or mit bhi jati hai. Par sab jhoot maloom ho raha hai or sab mughalta lag raha hai, mujhe na to kisi ko safayi deni hai or na he kiisi baat ki duhai deni hai magar KHUDA gawah hai k ander barhti hoi ghutan aik aise tufan ki amaad ki paishan-goi de rahi hai jo mere liye sarapa azab hoga..

-illusiOn

YAD-E-MAAZI AZAB HAI YA RAB,
CHEEN LE MUJH SE HAFZA MERA…

IF ONLY I COULD MAKE YOU DIE..

I don’t why I am writing this or to whom I am addressing this. Its just I am TIRED and literally I am. This time I am sick of myself. I don't want to tell this to anyone and don’t want to say this to anyone. I am tired

I am not blaming anyone for anything yes I am responsible to every single step I take.. But if only I could make a step towards your death I would have satisfied ,..

 

 

 

- Evil..