Thank You!

I checked out my notifications today. I have fifty followers now. I thank each one of you, for tolerating the nonsense I post often. Also thanks to people who comment and reply to my comments, for it is just good to know.

Two years ago, I made this blog. Then, it was just a place where I would come and complain. It was my escape from real world.

Blogs felt awkward at first. There were blogs which had multitude of followers, posts, comments and likes. I’d like that for myself, I thought then. Who wouldn’t? A constant stream of praise and good things. Everyone would’ve wanted it if they could have it. And there were people who had it. How? What did they do? I didn’t know then and I don’t know now. Maybe it was posts which people found resonating with their inner desires and thoughts. Or people actually like to connect with each other over similar likes. I don’t know. For me, it is things I like and gratitude. Gratitude for people who took time to type each word and helped me have a good time.

I AM A GODDAMN WRITER
I so want to call myself a writer and a poet. I am not. Mind knows a million things I’d like to be. It’s like I want to be everything, without doing anything.

I respect writers and poets. I hold them in high esteem. I’m led to believe, that all people deep down are alike. Confused and dazed in chaos of emotions. Unsure about things they want and their needs. And we do a nice job pretending we are normal. It’s like we hide ourselves from each other. Perhaps our minds make us do it. All of this happens everytime. So when I see one human who has got his/her emotions clear and can talk about them in detail with fellow people. One who can make people realise that it is perfectly fine to be afraid of life and unknown. I believe these people are good human beings.

I must end this post now.
If you’re still reading this, then I’d like you to know that I am thankful to you for time you spent reading this nonsense.

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Ek baat suno meri

ना कभी किसी से उम्मीद रक्खी
ना कभी किसी को लेके चीखा चिल्लाया
बस एक चीज की ख्वाहिश है आज
मेरी आवाज़, मेरी बात सुनो।

सुना भी और देखा भी कि दुनिया बड़ी है
काफी प्रकार के लोग है इसमें
पर फिर भी इस भीड़ में
एक जिंदगी क्यों मायूस है, तन्हा है।

लोग गोरे काले ऊपर से
पर दिल के काले होने का क्या जोर है
इंसानो पे चलता खूब जोर है
क्या कभी विचारो पे किया गौर है।

सजना-संवरना भाता है
शीशे में अपने आपको बख़ूब देखा
पर ये भीतरी सुंदरता कौनसी है
कोई शीशा है इसका तो मुझे भी दिखाना।

जीभ मुलायम है
फिर इतने कटु प्रहार कैसे करती है
क्यों चुभते है बोल इसके इतने किसी को
क्या ये सब कुदरती है।

बच्चों में भगवान् बसता है
धरती पर ये भगवान् का रूप है
पर जब तुम्हारा भगवान् सिग्नल पर तुम्हे बुलाता-पुकारता है
तो उन्हें धमकाना फिर मंदिर में जा मनाना क्या है।

कहने को सब अथवा एक इंसान है
फिर कहलाने को सब क्यों अलग है
ये क्या झोल है भाई, क्या माया है
जो इस दुनिया को यही बनाना तुम्हे भाया है।

सवाल खूब उठाये मैंने
जवाब ढूँढने मेरे बस में नहीं है
बस एक बहाना है की सिर्फ इंसान ही हूँ यारो
बात सुनी आपने, सो आभार व्यक्त करता हूँ।