the memories with hallow steps

In most of the times, in recent past, I find my self in dilemma that, if this is a matter of happiness or just an event to recapitulate past reminiscences having the huge amounts of grey effects.

Off course i never ever wish to remember those old bad days, but life push that memory front and they often walks beside me with hallow stapes. i just received a massage of Ms. Bharti Ojha what she has writen is that;-

ज़रा सा क़तरा कहीं आज अगर उभरता है,
समन्दरों ही के लहजे में बात करता है ,
ख़ुली छतों के दिये कब के बुझ गये होते,
कोई तो है जो हवाओं के पर कतरता है ।

...and i really really wish to ask this question to that "whom" that where are you, where were you. whenever i need you i got you never. when ever i tried to find your existance i got nothing except a blank.

i must write a poem to give me a stranth to my self which has writen by "Annie johnson Flint" way back.

 

God has not promised,Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways,All our lives thro’;

God has not promised,Sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow,Peace without pain.

God has not promised

We shall not know
Toil and temptation,Trouble and woe;
He has not told us

We shall not bearMany a burden,Many a care.

But God has promised

Strength for the day,
Rest for the laborer,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,

Undying love.

                                    (Annie Johnson Flint)

...god bless me!

ये किस मुकाम पर हयात मुझको ले के आ गई

ये किस मुकाम पर हयात मुझको ले के आ गई

हर कोई अपनी जिन्दगी के तमाम मुकाम तय करता है, हर एक प्रत्येक मुकाम उसे कुछ न कुछ ऊंचाई दे कर जाते है, पर ऐसा भी होता है, कि हम अपने आपको उस मुकाम पर पाते है , कि ख़ुशी या ग़म सब अपने इख्तियार से बाहर नज़र आता है । क्या ये हमारी आदमियत कि सीमाये है, या इस्वर का दिशानिर्देश कि बस यही तक यही तक हमारा बस है हम पर ।वक़्त रुकता नही और हम भी वक़्त के साथ पल प्रतिपल बदलते रहते है , पर यकीं नही होता, करते भी नही। जिसके नतीजे हम ढेर सारी तस्वीरों को अपने दिमाग मी बसा लेते है , बेशक हम रूबरू थे कुछ पलो के आज से दस बीस साल पहले पर वे पल एक तस्वीर कि तरह हमारे दिमाग मे चस्पा हो जाते है और हम लेकर घूमते रहते है उन तस्वीरों को अपने दिमाग मे अपने पूर्वाग्रहों के साथ। और अरसे बाद भी हमारा दिमाग वही खोजता है । यह स्वीकार करना ही चाहिऐ कि वक़्त और व्यक्ति दोनो बदलते रहते है।हा ये अलग बात है कि आदमी का बदलना जियादा कस्ट देता है

means of life

life has its own and different means and man has its other, to accommodate each other in very best way possible is the song, otherwise its flut of a demon. what to do is a question, ofcourse, but what to do not, is a question of greater importance. Rather to reply the biger question we often reply less important question and we think that atleast we are replying the questions of life.

But life has its own standard of satisfaction, life satisfy with only and only right and appropriate answers otherwise its goes to vain. the greater questions of life make it, other wise you just spend it.

i feel lot of comfort with me and my answers own. but whenever i try to reply with the style of other-one i got nothing but some illusive faces of life which infact very difficult swalow.

whenever i tried to mold my life according to others wish i got a fellecie of life।