अधूरेपन

एक रेगिस्तान से ज़्यादा

समझती है सूखी नदी

प्यास की तड़प

नंगा कहाँ समझ सका है

नंगेपन को

वह औरत जानती है नंगे होने का मतलब

जिसके ब्लाउज़ का एक कोर उधड़ा हुआ है

भूखे पेट से ज़्यादा

आधे भरे पेट वाला व्यक्ति महसूस करता है भूख को

साथ रहने से ज़्यादा

बिछड़ने पर लोगों ने जाना है

प्रेम की गहराई को

किसी भी चीज़ का अभाव

उतना कष्टदायी नहीं रहा है

जितना उस चीज़ का

थोड़ा हासिल होने पर

उसका भी छीन लिया जाना

You don't need to be rich to give away something precious.

A kind word from a stranger. A hug from a close friend. Holding hands with someone you love. Your favourite dish cooked by no one but your mother. Harmless quarrel with your sibling. News forwards from your dad. A compliment from someone at work. You don't need to be rich to give away something precious.

अतीत

 प्रेम कहानियां होती ही इसलिए है कि

वे याद रखी जाए अनंत काल तक

जैसे एक बालक रखता है

अपने बस्ते में कागज की नाव,

नदी किनारे से इकट्ठा की गई सीप,

कुछ कंचे पेंसिल की कतरन,

नोटबुक में रखा मोरपंख,

ताकि एक दिन वो जी सके

इन यादों के सहारे!

Sometimes the new will be welcomed

The real magic happens when you accept life. All of it.

The new, the old, the hard times and the good. We aren't

here to be happy every day, we are here to feel all the

emotions. We aren't here to stand still, we are here to

change, evolve and move. Sometimes the new will be

welcomed, other times it will be hard. But please know

that life is to be an adventure, an experience. Life is the

everyday mundane moments. Life is the journey. And

life is accepting that whatever happens, everything that

happens, is beautiful, all in its own way.

victory is beyond fear

Feeling scared doesn't always mean it's going to be bad. Feeling scared can also be a sign that you're about to do something super brave. you know victory is beyond fear 

पुरानी सड़कें

कभी कभी हम उस मोड़ पर मुड़ जाते हैं.

जो जाता तो वहीं है जहां हमें जाना होता है

मगर वो रास्ता जाना पहचाना नहीं होता.

उस नए रास्ते पर बढ़ते हुए याद आते हैं हमें ...

वो पुराने जाने पहचाने रास्ते के बीच के शहर ...

वो कुछ ठिकाने कुछ दुकानें कुछ छोटे बड़े दरख़्त ...

और कभी कभी इस नए रास्ते की नई रौनकें ...

हमें वो पुराना रास्ता याद ही नहीं आने देतीं...

जो भुल जाते हैं

जैसे स्कूल कि कच्चे सड़कें कालेज के रास्ते 

गांव कि पगडंडिया।  कभी गुज़र के देखना इन रास्तों से

ये आज भी पहचान जाती हैं और लगता है आवाज़ दे रही हैं। आज इन रास्तों से गुजरते हुए ये महसूस होता है कि

शहर की पकी चमचमाती हुई रास्ते बस बेचैनीया पैदा करती है अन्दर सुकुन तो ये पुरानी कच्चे रास्ते देती थीं  जब हम चला करते  

they opt for the easier choice.

Sometimes people just want the easier choice.

Sometimes people aren't ready for someone who will

challenge them. They don't want someone who will

mirror back their insecurities, that will push them to

grow outside themselves. They aren't willing to share

such a depth of love, they aren't prepared for the pain

that may come with it.

So, they opt for the easier choice.

They choose complacency, they settle in the safety zone.

But at a great cost.

Many people never leave the safety zone.

Many people never experience what true love really is.

Decide when you should get angry

Bhishma Pitamah is known to have done only one

blunder in life - he didn't get angry at the right

moment, when Draupdi was being disrobed.

Jatayu is known for one virtue in his life - he got angry

at the right time, when Sita was being kidnapped by

Ravan and he tried to save her.

When the time came, both died.

But, Bhishma Pitamah died on a bed of arrows and

Jatayu died in the lap of Lord Rama.

The Vedas state that anger turns into a blessing when

it is done for the cause of ethics and morality, and on

the other hand, tolerance may turn into a sin when it

cannot safeguard ethics and morality.

Decide when you should get angry.

अच्छा लगता है लौट कर आना

पिता से गले मिलते

आश्वस्त होता नचिकेता कि

उनका संसार अभी जीवित है।

उसे अच्छे लगते वे घर

जिनमें एक आंगन हो

वे दीवारें अच्छी लगतीं

जिन पर गुदे हों

किसी बच्चे की तुतलाते हस्ताक्षर,

यह अनुभूति अच्छी लगती

कि मां केवल एक शब्द नहीं,

एक सम्पूर्ण भाषा है,

अच्छा लगता

बार-बार कहीं दूर से लौटना

अपनों के पास,

उसकी इच्छा होती

कि यात्राओं के लिए

असंख्य जगहें और अनन्त समय हो

और लौटने के लिए

हर समय हर जगह अपना एक घर

Kindness

If you ask me to name the most beautiful thing in the world, I'll say

kindness. It saves people without you knowing about it. And more

than anyone else, it saves you. Cause, being left with regrets is always

bitter than humanity.

Memories is much greater than the hurt.

Memories can be the greatest

blessing and at the same time they

can be the source of great pain.

.

Here I am trying to find happiness

from the memories I am left with.

It does hurt, I won't lie.

But I believe the happiness I derive

from these memories is much

greater than the hurt.

सफ़र और मैं

मैं जब भी किसी सफ़र से लौट कर घर आता हूँ ...

कुछ सामान भूल आता हूँ अपना सफ़र में ...

कुछ नया सामान सफ़र से अपने साथ ले आता हूँ ...

बिखरने लगती हैं कुछ उलझनें कुछ बेचैनियां मेरी ...

खिलते हुए खेतों, बहती हुई नदियों, हंसते हुए बच्चों को देख कर ...

कुछ चेहरों पर कई दिनों बाद घर जाने का सुकून देख कर ...

कुछ चेहरों पर घर से दूर अपने ख्वाबों को पाने का जुनून देख कर ...

भर उठता है दिल जब कुछ अजनबियों से बेपनाह प्यार पाता हूँ ...

सफ़र का सुकून, सफ़र की शामें, सफ़र की हलचल, सफ़र का प्यार ...

सब कुछ थोड़ा थोड़ा मन की जेबों में भर लाता हूँ ...

मैं जब भी किसी सफ़र से लौट कर घर आता हूँ ...

कुछ सामान भूल आता हूँ अपना सफ़र में ...

कुछ नया सामान सफ़र से अपने साथ ले आता हूँ ...

Standing up for yourself

Respecting your boundaries doesn't

make you arrogant.

Standing up for yourself doesn't 

make you selfish.

Questioning the wrong doesn't 

make you mannerless.

Maintaining enough silence doesn't 

makeyou weak. 

You are not what people make

you.

We come from very common palace

We came from very common places lived very common places,

Read and ate very common places.

when rich people used to take out big notes
we had some coins in our pockets we were not all the same.
yet we were involved in the race I was like a horse whose legs were the burden of the whole
family's expectations and the burden was so much
that we could flash, break, scatter as we grew a little more. 
We had sleeps to lose and dreams to sell
nothing but stake.
We read books overnight and fought for dreams there was so much more that we
could do but still surpassing the expectations of others.
x

पगडंडियाँ

पगडंडियाँ तो स्वभाव से ही सरल होती हैं

सरसता से बहती हुई सी

सरलता से जुड़ती हुई सी

हर राहगीर को अपना बना लेती हैं..

हर दिशा में मुड़ती हुई सी।

वो तो केवल जुड़ना ही जानती हैं

शहर के रास्तों में कहाँ धैर्य इतना

कब जानते हैं वो पीछे मुड़ना

उनको तो बस विकास के नाम पर

आगे दौड़ना आता है

तभी तो हर रास्ता मार्ग की ओर

और मार्ग राजमार्गों की ओर जाता है

आज पगडंडियाँ भी अपना अस्तित्व खो रही हैं

गाँव की मिट्टी लुक और डामर के नीचे दब रही है।

एक दिन सब जगह बस सड़कों का ही जाल बिछ जायेगा

फिर कोई भूला भटका राहगीर पगडंडी नही ढूंढ पायेगा

गावं शहरों में ही तब्दील हो जायेंगे

और फिर कोई अपने गांव नही लौट पायेगा।

Moments we keep going back to,

 There're moments in our lives,

That seem to define us,

Moments we keep going back to,

Like the first day we met,

Remember when looking into your eyes,

Was like making love.

Remember our first touch!

Our first kiss!

Yeah! it was terrible,

But the best kind of memorable.

Remember when you told me you loved me!

I never thought I'd find myself,

Completely and utterly consumed by another.

He took my hand,

And led me out of the darkness.

And showed me that whatever our souls are made of,

His and mine are the same.

I need you to tell me that,

You still remember what it felt like.

I'm stepping away.

I'm stepping away.

There's no place that is safe,

Anymore.

Our shadows, burned,

By the sun coming over the horizon.

And I used to pray for light,

But this is not of His creation.

All that was Divine,

Left us behind without hesitation.

I used to pray for light,

When it was the dark that protected me.

Below the nadir,

At the heart of midnight's lakeside

dreams.

 It's okay

Two words. Very polarizing. Sometimes just what we need to hear. Sometimes just whats shouldn't be said at all. 

Sometimes we get to comfortable with these words and that becomes a problem. Sometimes we don't value & accept those words for our self and that is a problem as well. 

It can act as that comforting hug when youn need to slow down & pause. As well as a habit of toxic tolerance, in-disguise.

 It's okay to get caught up in this sorcery of words. 'Coz that's how we truly come to know, the difference...

And that's how we master this art of words & when to say it, when to not; when to listen to it,

when to not. So, it's okay... It's ok means not okay at all times😔 sometimes We reply this words  with anger sometimes with happy

Vinod Kumar