नम पलकों से मुस्कुराते हैं हम...

नम पलकों से मुस्कुराते हैं हम...
लम्हा लम्हा दिल को बहलाते हैं हम...
आप दूर हैं हमसे तो क्या हुआ...
पल पल अपने धड़कते दिल में आपकी आहट पाते हैं हम...


झुकी हुई पलकों में ख़्वाब सजाते हैं हम...
राह तकती निगाहों को समझाते हैं हम...
आप दूर हैं हमसे तो क्या हुआ...
ख्वाबों के आगोश में आपको हमेशा पाते हैं हम....


सहमी हुई इन निगाहों से कुछ कहना चाहते हैं हम....
अपने अरमानों की उड़ान को थामना चाहते हैं हम...
आप दूर हैं हमसे तो क्या हुआ...
आपके एहसास को हमेशा अपने करीब पाते हैं हम...

अर्ज़ है ...

चलने का हौसला नही और रुकना मुहाल कर दिया
इश्क के इस सफर ने तो मुझको निढाल कर दिया
मिलते हुए दिलों के बीच और था फ़ैसला कोई
उसने मगर बिछड़ते वक्त और सवाल कर दिया…
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बेहाली का आपकी सबब क्या है...
यह हम नहीं जानते...
गौर सिर्फ़ इतना करना की ...
कहीं कोई बेख़याली ना हो जाए ...
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उन निगाहों की शरारत कुछ ऐसी रही...
उन लबों की मुस्कराहट कुछ ऐसे रही...
चाह कर भी कुछ कह ना पाए हम...
वोह मुलाकात कुछ ऐसी रही...
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हम तुम और कॉफी के दो पैग ...
कुछ तुम अर्ज़ करना कुछ हम फरमाएंगे ...
कॉलेज के इन कोर्रिडोर्स से निकल कर ...
कुछ पल ज़िन्दगी से चुराएंगे...
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जिंदगी की जो बात कही याद रहेगी ...
एक कॉफी तेरे नाम की हमें हमेशा याद रहेगी ...
चुस्कियों में जो घोल दे दोस्ती का मज़ा ...
ऐसी कॉफी ता-उम्र दिल के पास रहेगी ...
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तसवीरें सिर्फ़ एक कहानी लिखती हैं ...
हकीकत कुछ और ही कहती हैं ...
तस्वीर से कहीं ज़्यादा ख़ूबसूरत हो तुम...
दिल से देखो तो नज़रें ही सब बयान करती हैं...
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कोई साथ दे न दे, चलना आता है मुझे...
हर आग से वाकिफ हूँ, जलना आता है मुझे...
कश्ती के डूबने का डर नहीं है ...
मझधार और भँवर से निकलना आता है मुझे...
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जो नहीं आता उसका इंतज़ार क्यों होता है ....
किसी के लिए अपना यह हाल क्यों होता है ...
वैसे तो इस दुनिया में काफी चीज़ें प्यारी है ...
पर जो नहीं मिल सकता उसी से प्यार क्यों होता है ...
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इरादों की कोई सीमा नहीं होती...
इश्क़ की कोई तहजीब नहीं होती...
बस हम कदम बन के चले संग कोई...
तो कोई मंजिल कठिन नहीं होती...
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इत्तेफाक नहीं हैं ज़िन्दगी की ये राहें ...
तजुर्बा-ऐ-मोहब्बत भी आसान नहीं है...
काश के अरमानों के पर होते...
के जुस्तजू करना भी आसान नहीं है...
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हर्फ़-ऐ-अश्क ग़र हम रोज़ लिखा करते...
तो अब तक पैमाना-ऐ-ग़ज़ल बन गई होती...
काश आपके आगोश में होता कुछ ऐसा नशा...
के जुस्तजू हमारी हकीकत बन गई होती...
आशिक़-ऐ-दिल की जुबां से ग़र अर्ज़ किया करते...
ख्वाबों की ताबीर ख़ुद-ब-ख़ुद हो गई होती...
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कुछ लफ़्ज़ों के फासले हैं...
हिज़ाब-ऐ-हया ओढ़े हुए...
निगाहों की ग़र समझें तो...
हाल-ऐ-दिल यूँ ही बयान हुए...

रिश्तों की गहराइयाँ ....

कुछ रिश्तों की गहराईयों को हम समझ ही नहीं पाए हैं...

इस कदर डूबे की कभी उबर ही नहीं पाए हैं...
चाहत तो बहुत कुछ कहने की थी उनसे...
क्या कहें इस कोशिश में कुछ ऐसे खोये...
कि ना तब डूब पाए थे, ना अब उबर ही पाए हैं...

आँखों की  चिलमन में बसे हो तुम इस कदर...
खुली हों या बंद तुम ही नज़र आते हो...
तुम्हारे ख्यालों में इस कदर डूबे हैं...
कि ना तब सुकून से जाग पाए थे, ना अब तक चैन से सो ही पाए हैं...

नज़रें जो मिली तो सितारे भी चाँद नज़र आने लगे...
शमा-परवाने की मिचौली में, परवाने सज़ा पाने लगे...
आगोश ने तुम्हारे यूँ तपा दिया है हमको...
कि ना तब जल पाए थे, ना अब तक बुझ ही पाए हैं...

तुमसे मिलने की ख्वाइश में दिन गुज़ार रहे हैं...
पर शब्-ए-इन्तेज़ार कटती नहीं...
तिनका तिनका जिंदगी यूँ समेटते चले आये हैं...
कि ख्वाबों को ना तब समझ पाए थे, न अब तक संजो ही पाए हैं...

तम्मन्ना की थी के तेरे पहलू में बीते यह सफर...
कैसे कहें क्या चाहते हैं तुमसे ए जिंदगी...
बस इश्क की राहों पर खामोशी से यूँ चले जा रहे हैं...
कि न तब क़दमों को रोक पाए थे, ना अब तक ठीक से चल ही पाए हैं...

कुछ रिश्तों की गहराईयों को हम समझ ही नहीं पाए हैं ...
एहसासों की कश्ती में यूँ सवार थे कभी...
कि न तब डूब पाए थे, ना अब तब उबर ही पाए हैं...
कुछ रिश्तों की गहराईयों को हम समझ ही नहीं पाए हैं...


"...कुछ रिश्तों की गहराईयों को हम समझ ही नहीं पाए हैं..."

The Earth is a Canvas...

"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all"

"SOUTH SEA HARBOR"


Ruben Coy studied at the University of Houston and The Houston Museumof Fine Arts School. An instructor for 24 years, his works are foundin numerous exhibitions, museums, galleries and collections. Hispopular rainforest paintings reference the mind's eye– with the themeof earth as a sacred place, they evoke both religious and sensuousfeelings. Ruben has been teaching at Art League Houston for over 15 years. He specializes in glazing techniques with oils.




"FLAMBOYANT"


Earth as a sacred place is the theme of my paintings. Feelings both spiritual and sensuous are evoked by the painting images. The mysterious beauty of this world is emphasized in the paintings. Earth’s varied natural forms are arranged into alluring and fantastic settings. The canvas becomes an open portal into the landscapes due to the emphasized perspective used in the paintings. The flora of the Earth is the focus in the works and our world is portrayed as an enchanted garden. Oil over acrylic on canvas is used to create the paintings....














http://home.earthlink.net/~rubencoy/artworkofrubencoy/Welcome.html


http://www.artleaguehouston.org/Instructor_links%20to_pics/Ruben%20Coy%20images.pdf






Amazing work.... so 3-dimensional in its perspective.... really motivates me to take up painting once again... Hope to start soon...

...कुछ लम्हों की मुलाकात ...

मुलाकात कुछ ऐसी हुई...

बात ही कुछ ऐसी हुई...
कुछ ही लम्हों में...

करीबियाँ कुछ ऐसी हुई...
खो गए हम तुम...

मुलाकात कुछ ऐसी हुई...

तुम्हारे जज्बातों का...
हमें कोई इल्म नही...
न ख़ुद कुछ कहते हो...
न हमें ही मौका देते हो...
जानते हैं तो सिर्फ़ इतना...
गहराइयाँ शायद कुछ और हुई ....
नजदीकियां शायद कुछ और हुई...

तुम अब साथ नही हो...
पर अरमानों की वोह शाम...
धडकनों की वोह आवाज़...
तुम्हारी महक...
तुम्हारे छूने का एहसास...
...अब भी मेरे साथ है...
अब भी मेरे पास है...

...वोह कुछ लम्हों की मुलाक़ात ही कुछ ऐसी हुई...

March ... towards the Sunset...

Inspired by the beauty of a sunset captured by a friend ...

I write this as an ode to a brief but beautiful, special friendship ...

Sunsets !!

Beautiful...

... yet Mysterious...

Every moment in the day... as life holds its own beauty...

...each with their own beauty and agony...

"Dawn" is a moment of awakening, "Noon" a period of realization,

"Dusk" a time of appreciation...

Everyday as it begins... brings with it an element of hope just as a relationship... the harbinger of happiness, positivity... love, understanding ... a blossoming friendship...

The day moves on...

... the heat, the trials and tribulations of life...

...somewhere the importance and beauty of a glorious beginning ...

...is lost on the way ...

... a beautiful, flourishing relationship begins to wilt...

Thoughts... Afternoons and early evenings... leading towards a feeling of achievement, accomplishment ... windingup... a contemplation of the ups, downs ... a realisation of the beauty of the day that was... a flower... withered away... ... lost in time and its momentary glory... ... moving towards the sunset...

Dusk... Twilight... Sunsets ...

...mark a move towards the end...

A consolidation ...a meeting and mingling of the restless...

...a feeling of solitude, gratitude, happiness, wishfulness...

...a myriad of emotions...

...but it still revels in the beauty of bringing all... HOME ...

... together where they belong!!

Twilight slowly slips into a reddish darkness.... ...signifying the end... what remains thereafter is the mystery of what is due to begin ... ... the mystery of a new tomorrow, a new beginning, a new transaction, a new relationship... ...planting the seeds of HOPE...

Is it the end or a "new" beginning?

HOPE this dusk brings in a better dawn...
As March moves towards the end...
…leaving tread marks for April to follow
...transcending from one into another...

Wishing for the eternal...

...Knowing all the way...
...that nothing lasts Forever!!

..... ख्वाबों की तस्वीर - एक पहल! .....

A tiny speck of cells... a life, a hope, an initiative... an individual

नज़रों से हमने अपनी...

एक नाज़ुक सा ख्वाब सजाया था...
अपने ख्यालों सा ही ...

अपना एक छोटा सा अंश पाया था ...

"Motherhood" people say, makes a woman complete... it makes her more than complete... its starts a whole new life... with a whole new perspective... A tiny life... that changes the world for you... the way you perceive the world and the way the world looks at you...

My baby was born not on the day he came into the world but on the day he made himself 'at home' within me... every day he has grown as a part of me ... with me ... since that day in January 2001... The fear... the appehension... the pain... the curiosity... all seemed to vanish... when a screaming little bundle was placed in my arms... overtaken by love... and tenderness on October 16, 2001!

तुम्हारी निगाहों की इस चमक से ही है...

रोशन यह दुनिया हमारी...

Watching him grow...

.... whether it was on the radiologist's computer screen... feeling him swim within me or boxing around... or just getting him to respond with a "Good Morning, Baby"... never ever felt different from now...

... watching a live performance... feeling his embrace... watching TV... fighting with him or scolding him... just having a simple a conversation with him... waking him up every morning with a "Good Morning, Baby" still holds its charm... the only difference...

I can hug, squeeze and kiss him till he wakes up!!

It never ceases to amaze me that such a simple biological phenomenon could be such an enriching and fulfiling experience... despite the intricacies of nature and its hand in evolving some tiny cells into a thinking and independent individual...

Every time I see woman giving birth it never fails to take me back into time... when I first set my eyes on this tiny, "iglly piglly" squirming little cute baby banging on the glass walls of the incubator, rudely awakened and forced out of his comfortable, cozy abode with in me ...

ख्वाबों की तस्वीर ... एक पहल...

Only Time...

Who can say where the road goes,

Where the day flows, only time?

And who can say if your love grows,

As your heart chose, only time?

Who can say why your heart sighs

As your love flies, only time?

And who can say why your heart cries

when your love lies, only time?

Who can say when the roads meet,

That love might be, in your heart?

And who can say when the day sleeps,

"IF" the night keeps all your heart?

Night keeps all your heart.....

Who can say if your love grows,

As your heart chose, only time?

And who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows, only time?

Who knows? Only time...

Who knows? Only time...

REASON, SEASON, OR A LIFETIME...

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person...

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a needyou have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you withguidance and support,
To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to anend.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desirefulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

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Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn hascome to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.
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LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,
things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotionalfoundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson,
love the person and put what you have learned to use in all otherrelationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Thank you for being a part of my life,
whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.....

Some Musical Notes

1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ahoqR6OGdM&feature=related

2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bsf46DHccmM&feature=related

3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmJwfElnZlc

4. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqQvUZ9SdhQ&feature=related

5. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q259PP4HdzM

6. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cgt4DEBQy50&feature=related

“The spirit of women” … A tribute!!

A woman has strengths that amaze men... She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She holds happiness, love and opinions... She smiles when she feels like screaming... She sings when she feels like crying, cries when she is happy and laughs when she is afraid... Her love is unconditional!

There is only one thing wrong with her, she sometimes forgets what she is worth!!
... with these lines I offer a tribute to those women, who with their sheer grit and determination have not only withstood the trials and tribulations of life but having the courage to tread a path unknown and unfathomed in the times they lived in... Flourished to enlighten the generations that followed...

My Feudal Lord… In the Name of Honour… Princess… Not without my daughter… A Thousand Splendid Suns… … All these novels have in common is the fact that they all are tributes to the "spirit of women" ... Women from in different eras… different nations... different age groups… Women interwoven in times… Women interwoven through circumstances… Women who have had the grit and determination to deal with and rise against the atrocities, crimes, deprivation, suppression ... Women who have had the resilience to strike back and survive the atrocities committed against them…… survive... and survive well… and… GROW…

When I see the news today… the incidents in the remotest regions of Pakistan that face the resurgence of the Taliban… take me back to the time lucidly described by Khaled Hosseini in the novel “A Thousand Splendid Suns”.... a time when the finest of the poetry was being penned down in native Persian... Afghanistan of the early 80's which was emerging as the capital of cosmopolitan culture, Persian literature was at its best... The Taliban suddenly emerged ... snubbing any talk of literature, education, freedom... the Radio... which was once a source of insights into Persian literature and poetry suddenly belted out views and ideals of the Taliban ...

The enormousity of the state of women in these Islamic nations as described in these books actually sunk into me the day I read "A thousand Splendid Suns" and... what’s amazing is that a man could feel and narrate with such sensitivity what other men had tried to crush under their bare heels... "the spirit of women" ... Sensitivity… to feel and understand what these women have had to undergo in a nation so war torn and ripped apart… the beautiful place of his birth lying in shambles… bullet ridden… bitter… ruined … misery and oppression marking the streets… that there could be no better tribute than to give an expression to the silent sentiments of these people…

Women authors… bold women who have defied the norms of the society they lived in… women who have been ostracised for giving a voice to a silent generation… And as for women… who have written these poignant descriptions are none other than women who have experienced these heart wrenching scenarios first hand… women who have lived through the oppression and have managed to survive... not only survive but grow into women of grit and determination... they have given a voice to the silent world of these women in the Indian subcontinent... it is their sheer determination that has encouraged women in these nations to speak up, be educated and most importantly ... Be Free!!

Women!!…
Realise your own worth because if you don’t no one else ever will!!

Men!!…
Women are all around you… Love them… cherish them… hold them in your hearts… but most importantly understand and respect them… Do not take them for granted … realize that they are not just mere objects of desire but thinking individuals with their own opinions and ideals… And most importantly never try to trample the “spirit of a woman”… you might end up losing the battle!!

So long… till then just have a glimpse…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siJXPRFKs2A

यादें...

पलकों की चिलमन से, सौंधी सी धूप छलक रही है...

यादों से आपकी, हमारी रूह महक रही है...

दिल की जिन गहराईयों में आप बसे हैं,

काश के हम किसी और को बसा पाते...

इश्क में आपके इस कदर डूबे हैं,

काश के हम खुद को उबार पाते...

समाँ है रंगीन, हवाएं दीवानी हो चली हैं,

फिजा-ए-मोहब्बत भी गीत गुनगुना रही है...

हकीकत और ख़्वाब का कोई मेल नहीं,

फिर भी न जाने क्यों यादों को संजोये जा रहे हैं...

रूबरू होने की आस है, उम्मीद किये जा रहे हैं,

आपके दिल का आलम भी हो कुछ ऐसा...

आपकी यादों में हम हो उसी कदर समाये,

जिस तरह दिल है हमारा सराबोर हुआ...

ख्वाबों में बसे हैं आप और यादें हैं कि जाती नहीं,

न कोई पैगाम आया ना मिलन की कोई उम्मीद ही रही...

अब तो सिर्फ यादें हैं आपकी हमारे दिल की वीरानियों में, 

जो रह रह कर हमारी रूह को महकाए जा रही है...

पलकों की चिलमन से, सौंधी सी धूप छलक रही है...

यादों से आपकी, आज तक हमारी रूह महक रही है...