Conversations with a Mirror...

तेरी आँखों के इशारों की बोहोत याद आई, आज पतझड़ में बहारों की बोहोत याद आई... जब लडखडाता हूँ निकल कर मैखाने से, तेरी बांहों के सहारों की बोहोत याद आई... जब भी पोंछे हैं आंसू मेंने हाथों से, तेरे दामन के किनारों की बोहोत याद आई... तेरी आँखों के इशारों की बोहोत याद आई, आज पतझड़ में बहारों की बोहोत याद आई...

"Hey !! what are you doing ?" this can be the most normal conversation starter for most of you reading this, but for me its more then that. I reply "Nothing..." Some laugh, some get confused and some do reply back "Teach me how to do nothing !!!"   I love talking about nothing . I feel its the only thing I know something about now a days. People think about tomorrow, the things they will be doing tomorrow, the outcome of those things, they  know about tomorrow more than me. I just wait. A long hollow day and sleepless night is all I have. I know what absolute stillness is. This stillness makes me think. Think about every passing moment, every passed moment and the transitions between them. I am aware of the enormous apparatus of nothingness - the hum of the songs I listen all day long in my headphones, the emptiness of the pointless interruption. I am the spectator of the war inside myself and tragedy is I am afraid to be on either side this tim...

किताबों के पन्ने पलट कर सोचता हूँ, यूँ जिंदगी पलट जाये तो क्या बात है... तमन्ना जो पूरी हों ख्वाबों में, हकीकत बन मुखातिब हो तो क्या बात है... मतलब में तो जहान ढूंढ़ता है मुझे, बिन मतलब कोई आवाज़ लगाये तो क्या बात है... कतल कर के तो सब ले जायें जान मेरी, कोई दिल से धडकनें चुराले तो क्या बात है... शरीफों की शराफत में जो बात ना हो, दो जाम छलकाकर कोई कह जाये तो क्या बात है... सांसें चलने तक तो नहीं रुलाऊंगा किसी को, कोई मेरी लाश पर भी मुस्कुरा जाये तो क्या बात है... -- Rohitash Varshney , edited by me

" Where did you found him ?? I hate him... " my bhrata shree shouted with crying eyes out and a razor blade in his hand. According to my mata shree, this happened when I was 2 and he was 4 years old. Old enough to draw a freaking LOC on back of my head with that razor blade he found out, God knows from where. I am not going to tell you the punishment he got for that but it was quite a good one I can assure. :P  I don't even remember this happening because I know that he can never hate me.Yes, he used to beat the living crap outta me - I realized I am not always right and he's the one who'll be protecting me. Yes, he always came first in the race of getting ready for school, all those years - I got 5 more minutes to sleep. Yes, he always got to bat first whenever we played that stupid game of cricket - I became a better all rounder. Yes, he fought sometimes for his stupid stuff with me - I learned caring about what matters to you. Yes, he shared that dream ...

A very good friend of mine was sitting next to me scratching Facebook's common wall. Suddenly, he saw a crappy update of his EX's. "Damn it... Why can't someone be happy to see others happy. For God's sake its over and I am happy with someone I love .. What's her problem ? I don't understand... I guess its the same old mentality that comes after a breakup, How can he or she is happy and I have to bear this never ending pain ? "  A very simple question and a very true behavior from both the ends too. You can't blame anyone for this situation after all. Its been more then a year of there break up now and slowly but steadily my friend started living like a 22 year old single guy again. I don't know about his ex, but I don't think shes seeing someone after reading what she wrote. Now lets get back to the question -- Is it this feeling of going through some sort of unbearable pain alone or there is something more to it ?    What I fe...