kuch khuda tera, kuch khuda mera!!!

Dhoondhta hoon khuda aapna, khuda mein tere.
Chodh raha hoon koi chingari daaman mein tere.
Jaanta hoon shab jal rahi hai koi rahon mein mere.
Dekh gaur se,
Kaheen khuda ne mere khuda tera jalaaya na ho!

Khuda kaun hai tera? Kaun khuda hai mera?
kahaan hai khuda tera? Kaheen hai khuda mera.
Khuda kyon hai tera? Khuda bhi kuch yoon hai mera.
Hansta hai kyon phir tu mujhpar?
Jab khuda hi tera tujhmey mukammal na ho!

Pighalta hai tu kyon jo khuda thera jalaaya thoda.
Sawaal yeah kata tha meiney aur bhoona thoda.
Khada hai phir bhi parbat ki tarah kyon seena taney?
Dey jawaab aab,
Kitna hai khuda tera? Bas kafi hai iitna khuda mera.

p.s- here the word 'khuda' has been used as a metaphor for 'self'. please don't mix up the literal meanings.

"The Aaaha Moment!!!"

An interesting conversation struck with one of my senior colleagues yesterday. Almost like Santa he gifted me this phenomenon and called it the ‘Aaaha moment’. The conversation took a spiritually realistic path where we discussed topics from carrier, books, philosophy to religion. Surely the beer also acted as a catalyst to the conversation.

The ‘Aaha moment’ an interesting term coined for the ‘moment of realization’. The moment is pure, real and most of all it’s a feeling of elation to acquire knowledge. That moment of perfect elation and understanding gives you the feeling of ‘Aaha…” which also in turn comes from a ‘flow’. The flow of our thoughts.

Now the next question was how many of these “Aaha moments” do we need to come across to attain self realisation? Are they defined or pre-fixed? What and how many of these ‘Aaha moments’ must have Jesus, Buddha, Nanak, Mohammed achieved to attain a state of knowledge to in turn spread it to humanity. What were those “aaha moments” that they achieved? They were the once who probably knew a deeper secret through the “Aaha path”. Probably that’s how religions were born where these people realised that they need to share these “Aaha moments” with the world for them to attain “Realization”. Hence religions were documented and achieved where certain set of rules were penned down to reach those ‘Aaha moments’.

Let me take this question to another level…!!!

It might be possible that all these great men of history actually knew that the entity ‘GOD’ never existed. May be that was one realisation that made them what they were. Probably those ‘Aaha moments’ they had was the realisation of god itself. May be that’s the reason they wanted the world to experience it. “The Aaaha moment of GOD!’

Steps to the ‘Aaha moment’….

Now the big question, how do we take the first step to that ‘Aaaha moment’? The answer to this question lies in ‘Question’ itself. The moment a person begins to question things around him, his presence, his beliefs he unconsciously climbs the first step to the Aaaha moment. With the question begins the quest of finding an answer. “Answer achieved! Aaha moment achieved.”

Mehktey ehsaas

Aab phir kuch naya basar ho raha hai,
Kalam ki siyahi mein mera ghar ho raha hai,
Kheench raha hoon zindagi ko kuch lakeeron mein,
Khud ko talashoon kaheen yeah hunar ho raha hai.

Khoya tha kab se kisi saundhi si yaad mein,
Kuch dekh sun kar aab unko rehguzar ho raha hai,
Chal pada hoon rastey ko aapney,
Na janey kyon aab haqeeqkat ka asar ho raha hai.

Chedo na mujhko kaheen meri tanhayee toot na jaye,
Hilaoo na mere jazbaat kaheen kuch ehsaas ho raha hai,
Meri fikar na kar ab o husn-e-pak,
Mujhko aab jeeney ka suroor ho raha hai.

Tumhaara Jawaab

Kuch rishtey kyon bayaan nahin hotey?
Kuch haalat kyon gawah nahin hotey?
Rehtey hain chup ke chup chaap jazbaton key kisi koney mein.
Kyon kuch saath rakhey lafzon ke maeeney nahin hotey?

Sochta hoon kabhi, kabhi dhoondhta bhi hoon.
Na janey kyon in khayalon se mein ladta bhi hoon?
Samjheingey nahin dost mere is manzar ko.
Sach hai yeah ki kuch chehron ke aeeney nahin hotey.

Sochta hoon mein kaisey pukaroon mein tujhko?
Tere khwabon se kaisey nikaloon mein tujhko?
Jaanta nahin tu sahil hai kisi manchali mauj ka.
Un gumtee se lehron se tujhko milaaon toh kaisey?

Kyon yeah anjaana ankahaa rishta baandha hai tuney?
Jaanta hai tu bhi ek lamha churaaya hai tuney.
Sambhaalna uss lamhey ko kaheen seeney mein aapney.
Kyonki maaloom hai tujhko kuch rishtey bayaan nahin hotey.
Bas yoon hi, kuch rishtey bayaan nahin hotey.

Lamhon se bandhey rishtey.

Lamhon se bandhey rishtey.
Khamosh se chaley atey hain.
Sambhalo jo lutf se inko..
Bebas sa kar jatey hain.

Lamhein jo kharchey kinhee par.
Bharosa sa bandhaa jatey hain.
Aur rishta jo tang gaya unpar.
Muskurahtein thamaa jatey hain.

En lamhon se rishtey hain.
Ya phir rishton se lamhein.
Jo bhi ho rishta inmein.
Bas zanjeeron mein jakad jatey hain.

Rishta jo toota kaheen par.
Lamhaat phir bhi choot jatey hain.
Bastey hain who peechey phir bhi.
Saye se kyon banker zahan se lipat jatey hain.

Meri zindagi ka pyaala

Meri zindagi ka pyaala khali sa lag raha hai,
Dekho toh jhaanko ismey aadha khuda bharaa hai,
Aadha hai phir bhi khaali,
Na janey kya dhoondta hai?

Bebas sa dhoo raha hoon,
Aansoon sa pee raha hoon,
Churaya jo khud ko khud se,
Naaraaz sa khada hai,
Simtaa sa bas pada hai.

Poochtey hain dost mujhse,
Tu yeah kyon ho raha hai,
Gumtee si manzilon ko,
Zidee sa dhoondta hain,
Kehta hoon hans kar unsey,
Idhar haunsala ab bhi kuch pada hai.

Bharta hoon koshishon se,
Ankahee aarzoo se,
Bikhra sa chun raha hoon,
Khud mein hi gum raha hoon,
Aata nahin sahara,
Kaheen kisi haathon mein pada hai.

Ek jakdi si aahat par aaj phir koi khwaab toota hai,
Tanhayee ne bhi aaj anjaney mein tera ehsaas chuaa hai.
Ishq huaa hai aaj phir iss kaafir ko,
Madeena hai door lekin mujhey khuda mahsoos huaa hai.

Hey cupid (a song)

Hey cupid,
Don’t come walking up my floor,
It’s a dark and gloomy hallway,
I am scared you wouldn’t like me no more,
Hey cupid.
Give me some more time to be alone,
I am still fighting.
To find my wings again and sore.

You met me on a busy night,
Heads floating around everywhere,
Didn’t give me any clue you had something up your mind,
Came around so quietly.
Won that night so cunningly,
Made me fall in love ever so blind.

You played the devil.
You played the saint.
That night.

Hey cupid,
Dear cupid,
My friend cupid,
I don’t want to listen to you no more.

I know you want to visit again,
Just another time,
You keep on fooling everyone like this,
and you sing those luring rhyme.
But I would try, try not to
Listen to you this time,

But you play the devil,
And you play the saint,
You find the canvas,
Then you begin to paint.
You paint happiness,
And some hues of pain.
Over and over again.

Hey cupid,
Dear cupid,
My friend cupid,
I don’t want to listen to you no more.

Hey cupid,
Don’t come walking up my floor,
It’s a dark and gloomy hallway,
I am scared you wouldn’t like me no more,
Hey cupid.
Give me some more time to be alone,
I am still fighting.
To find my wings again and sore.

Hey cupid,
Dear cupid,
My friend cupid,
Stupid cupid,
I don’t want to listen to you no more.

The path of temptation to myself

Of all the places I have been to in the short time I have lived…

I have realized ...

"sometimes the path to the places you want to be, is more tempting than the place itself."

So, may be that's why I need to keep on getting tempted and keep on walking till someday when unexpectedly I would bump into myself.... That unexpected moment of knowledge can create the illusion of bliss and sanity for a very insane moment. The insane moment when I will be noting except "MYself".