Happiness is...

Happiness is...
Gossiping with Mommy

Happiness is...
Talking to brother about everything

Happiness is...
Creativity and Art

Happiness is...
My little bundle of joy

Happiness is...
Holding the little finger of Daddy and walking

Happiness is...
Getting support for everything from my Love

Happiness is...
Giving a lift to children and poor people while traveling

Happiness is...
Saving someone's life

Happiness is...
Being Human

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Happiness is...
Writing blog
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तेरे सपने... तेरी उड़ान (Tere Sapne... Teri Udaan)

दूर आस्मान पऱ जब तूम उड़ान भर रहि थि।
मेरा मन पिन्जरेसे  निकल तेरे बाँहोंसे लिपट रहि थि।।

तूमसे मिलके दिशाओं में एक अप्नेपन कि मेहेक उट्ठी हे।
ऐसा लगा जैसे मेरा अस्थित्व तुमसे हि बना है।।

तेरि अदा कुछ अलग तो नहिं हे, फिर भि खाश लगति है।
सब थमसा  जाता हे जब जब तू पास से गुज़रती है।।

ज़िन्दगी को खुलके जिनेकि तेरि जो चाह हे।
मेरे दिल मैं वोह खाश जगाह बना चुकि है।।

तेरी आँखों मैं वोह जो हंसी रेहती है, कुछ बात है।
जो तेरे दिलसे निकल जुबां पर आना चाहती हे।।

तुम मेरी हो नहीं सकती ये बात मालूम मुझे नहीं है।
मानों या न मानों जोंदगी तुम बिन लगती बेजान सी हे।। 

दुनिया वालोंको परे कर दिया मैंने इस प्यार को समझने से।
तुम समझोगी, ऐसी कोई आस नहीं राखी है मैंने तुमसे।।

तुम्हे कोई चोट पहुंचे, ये मैं सह नहीं सकता।
तुम्हारे आँखों मैं फिर कभी आँसू आये, ये मैं देख नहीं सकता।।

इन चार दीवारों मैं उजाले की जो एक किरण आती है।
उसमे तुम्हारी यादों की मेहेक आती हे।।

मौत अपने गोदी मैं बुलाने से पहले एक दिवस तेरे संग गुजारना चाहूँगा।
हर जनम मैं तुझे अपने जीबन संगिनी के रूपमें पाने की आश रखूंगा।।

हर मौसम मैं तेरा रूप मैं ढूंडता रेहता हूँ।
हर रंग मैं तेरी खुबसुरती देखता रेहता हूँ।।

तुम्हारे लिए जीवन जाये तो जाये।
तुम्हारा सपना कोई तोड़ न पाए।।

अपनी उड़ान ज़रूर भरना, येही हर क्षण प्रार्थना  करता हूँ।
दूर आस्मानमें उड़ान लेती हुई तुम्हे देखना चाहता हूँ।।

तेरे सपने, तेरी उड़ान। और क्या चाहिए। कुछ भी तो नहिं।




This poetry I have been inspired by some of my friends' and their love for each other...

Hope you like it...

♥ ~ Smile

Enchanting Moon and the Night

It was a beautiful full moon this Friday (22^nd Oct. 2010). The scenery was breathtaking. While I was driving back to home in my bike, the whole way in the wind-tunnel road, I could see the sparkling moon shining like a diamond through the woods, drifting behind the river of clouds. The clouds were dancing along with it. It was a truly mesmerizing sight; a scene that I had not cherished so far. I can't explain what I savored in those 10 minutes, in just few words. It felt as if I am in a dream in some hill station, sitting on a vast land filled with grasses. I thanked God on the way for thee showed me such a serene scene. After I reached home, I wanted to stream-line every thought that made me feel like being in this beautiful dream. This poetry is a result of those thoughts... I hope you like it.

I turned the pages of this beautiful night;

The vista is surreal and bright.

Moon is drifting behind the cloud bed;

Chimera of a beautiful blossom is formed.

Petal shapes formed by cloud patches –

Can only be seen in artists’ paintings.

Colors of the night are delightful,

Enchanting with its magical spells.

Shades of the trees in dark colors

And the moonlit pearl white roads.

Fresh breathe of wind acting as calmer,

Has the power to touch every sensor.

Chucking itself on my face as a chum,

Sucking me out from tedium.

The sky and roads, the trees and clouds –

Seem painted with sparkles of the rays.

All are welcoming the pixies -

Hiding behind the distant stars.

It’s a beautiful sight;

Though it’s black and white

A perfect place for lovers -

With the music of the nature.

The passion of moon -

releases the power of its shine.

My heart is tied with its fascinating face;

My eyes are locked with his seducing dance.

I hope the spell lasts for endless time,

Guiding me through this stunning dream.

I wish to live in this peaceful night forever;

Hope to depart with the angels and return never.

♥ ~ Smile

Gazal - 01

From Buzz:

jnikhare:
jab khuda ne ishq ko banaya hoga,
to khuda ne bhi use azmaya hoga.
Hamari toh aukat hi kya hain?
Iss ishq ne to khuda ko bhi kitna rulaya hoga.

Gayatri Gouda -
Hur dard ki dawa hoti hai,
har zakhm ka marham hota hai...
Ishq main aee sanam itne dard diye tune,
ki abb dawa se he pet bhar jata hai... wah wah...wah wah... ;)

♥ ~ Smile

Gazal - 00

From Buzz:

jnikhare: kya pata kab kaha, phir mulakat ho .... woh hasina se fir dil ki baat ho
Gayatri Gouda - gaal se haath ka milap na hoke, honthon se hontho ki mulakat ho...
Jayant Nikhare - thanks Gayatri. :)

खामोशी क्या खुद खामोश होती है? (Is silence silent in itself?)

खामोशी क्या खुद खामोश होती है!!

सुबह की किरण जब अंधियारे को
चिर पूरी दुनिया को रोशन करती है
बेचैन फूल सारे खिल उठते हैं

पंछियाँ चेह्चेहाने लगती हैं
टीम टीम तारें सब घबरा
कहीं दूर भाग जाती हैं

चेहेक उठती है दुनिया
और साथ जाग उठते हैं
ये दुनिया वाले

फूल अपनी पंखुडियां हिला
मुस्कुराती निखर उठती हैं, और लगती हैं
करने हवासे कितनी सारी बातें

दूर गगन मैं सूरज सीना तान
खडा हो जाता है, उसे देख लोग
अपने काम मैं निर्लिप्त हो जाते हैं

धीरे धीरे शाम को जब नशा चढ़ने लगता है
झूम झूम के वह सारे जगपे
अपने भांग का रश चढाते जाता है

उसकी मादिरा व्याकुल किसी मन् को
मदहोश कर जाती है, सन्नाटे की तलाश मैं
वह मन् दूर गगन् को ताकता रेहता है

ढलते सूरज के दुपट्टे मैं
मुहं छुपाकर उसकी नज़रें
तन्हाई से गुफ्तगू करती हैं

तब मन् के सागर मैं उथल पुथल
सी होने लगती हैं, ये मन् बिना मुहं खोले
अपने भाव से सारी फ़िज़ा से बातें करती हैं

उस खामोशी के भंवर मैं
बस एक ही ख़याल आता हैं
बस बार बार एक ही सवाल आता है

खामोशी क्या खुद खामोश होती है?

मोर को जैसे काले बादल का
चंद्रमा को जैसे काली रात का
मुझे इंतज़ार है उसी तरह इस सवाल के जवाब का

(The photo is taken by my colleague. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mliebenberg/2258849964/in/set-72157594358961495/)

फिर मिलते हैं अगले ब्लोग़ मैं...
♥ ~ मुस्कान

The Lost Treasure...

The mirror you have - it never lies.
Be it the night or day full of light,
it is the trail of your emotions.
The silent speakers,
speaks the unspoken,
reflects your deepest desires.

Just looking into them, heavenly music I can hear,
night becomes filled with the moon light,
my senses rise with the touch of those cool winds.
It drags me to indulge into the deepest secrets lying in you,
to dive into the ocean of your love,
to relish the smell of your breath, and touch your lips.

Small yet so tempting, pushing me to touch you,
to feel the soothing hug, savor the care
and affection that you shower on me.
Read my eyes... can you read my eyes!!
Take me with you, I want to live those moments we had shared,
when everything was love.. Just Love!! And 'You-Me' were "We".

You are the one who changed my life,
showed me this beautiful world of love;
I don't have to tell, you know - this is eternal truth.
You are what I am today - for I am independent.
You are my courage - for I can face this world.
After failure I get up and try again, you are that strength.

Mani-er times I have felt
if I could become wind,
I would reach you in moments;
Away from everyone and everything,
invisible from this entire world,
I could spend the rest of my life in that little place.

"Love, it can set you free" - can I be free again?
Can I be with my love again?
One more chance - or - one more life! Or will it...?
Every hour, every day... I miss those twinkling lights,
Always... always... I miss those twinkling lights,
Always... always... I miss my lovely picture in it.

Miracle!! does it happen? I'm waiting for it to happen.
All those moment is alive and static in here.
Touch my soul... you are always here, safe in here.
One more time, I wanna dive into those beautiful ocean,
the mirrors - my true picture, I wanna see myself;
I wanna see myself again in it, its the only desire.

The moments we spent waiting to meet
The nights we waited in desire to spend life together
The dreams we had seen - here, in here that truth lies.
The precious smile, the refreshing dimples
become alive with the sparkle of the pearl stored in those shells -
the only treasure I had - I lost it... I lost - Your "Eyes"!!

Catch you in the next blog...
~ Mili

Questions of My Life!

Life Sucks!
Why this feelings comes to my mind?
Am I not happy from the heart
Or may be I've just become blind.

There are people struggling
daily for a mouthful of rice,
Still with all the facilities
Why I feel, life's not so nice?

There's pain, there's suffering;
still the handicapped is able to climb mount Averest.
Why am I closing the eye to this beautiful life?
Why I wish to let my soul die, be in peace and take rest?

Why am I so violent? Why am I not happy?
What's my life's goal; what's my ambition?
When will I get these questions' answer?
Who is there to remind me my lost vision?

I am tired of falling down and
regain my lost strength;
My thirst for that affection and love
is now choking my breath.

When will this waiting period be over?
When will I be able to live a fulfilled life?
The only path I can see is the path of Moksha.
However, out of the responsibilities I bear, now I only grief.