Stray Thoughts....

Whenever I’m down or feeling blue, I’m inspired to write, it’s what I do. Sometimes a poem will appear, maybe two or three. Sometimes nonsense will come from inside of me. It’s not about any one person or thing It’s the result of what the feelings bring. When I write, a part of me comes out The writing shows that I’m full of doubt. Feelings and thoughts often collide Feelings and thoughts that I cannot put aside. I write what comes to mind But the words aren’t always kind. Don’t think less of me when you read, About the stray thoughts that are freed. Writing is my outlet, it’s my tool. Even though it comes from a fool. I could write forever and not express what I know. That my thoughts are both my friend and my foe. My thoughts are wild and unclear I could go on and on but I’ll end it here.

Ki jeete-jee jo bhi ho, mare ko paak kehte hai!

Aksar jindo ko hum unki aadto se pechte hain, aachi-buri, lazmi-belazmi. Zindagi main zingdai jeene ke dasttor hi pak aur napak insaano ko do hisso main baat dete hain... aur fir kuch batein nikalti hain jo door talak jaati hain....log asfaono ko fasana bana deta hain aur udte udte vo aasmano se pare isnako ki pechaan ban jati hain! Aise hi suna hai kuch ajeebo gareebo chaal chalan wale ek uncle hua karet they hamari colony main, "Misra Ji" kehte they log unko.... umra to siya-ram japne ki thi.. par mijaj main janab nai kuch jyada umra tay nhi ki thi!! Aaate-jatte kai aauro ki udhde hue vyangrya ka vishay they Misra ji, kuch unki dhalti umra ka lihaaz kar jati thi ti to kuch peeche se baate nbanae main nahi chukti thi. Kehte hain mandir bhi vo isliye jate they ki rang birangi saadiyon main ek hi jagah kaiyo ka deedar ho sake....!! kaafi rangeen zindagi aur khayalat ke maalik they Misra ji.... din bhar sharab, cigratte, ghazale, ya kabhi kabhi filmi gaane aur aate jaate logo ko ya fir yun kahe to aaurto ko dekhna hi kuch kaam they unki dincharya main! kaafi saal pehle unki theek thak dikhne wali eklauti bivi ne guzar ke unhe aazad kar diya tha...!! Poori colony main har koi sirf yahi kehta tha ki... pata nahi aise karm karke kahan jayenge.. narak main bhi jagah nahi milegi... umra ka lihaaz hi nahi karte.... zara si bhi sharm nahi hai..!! Par misra ji ne kabhi kisi ko cheda nahi tha... kisi ko pareshaan nahi kiya...logo ko shayd takleef thi unki aazadi se jo dunki ke set formulae main fir nahi ho paa rahi thi. Sirf mizazi main hi rangeen they Misra ji.... shayad mohabbat main gehra yakin tha unka... vo mohabbat jo vo saari zindagi dhoondte rahe..... pehle apni bivi main aur unke marne ke baad auro main... marte dum tak!! Suna hai kal raat Misra ji ka dehaant ho gaya.... aur aachanak sharabi- kababi, charaterless Misra ji ko... "Swargwasi" ka Title mil gaya....is behad anmol tohfe ka khayal to unhe shayad zindagi bhar nahi aaya hoga....!!! Misra ji ne kbahi iski chaah bhi nahi ki hogi.... karte to auro ki tarah... unki bhi zindagi balck and white hoti jise duniya ke dastooro main ek izzatdaar aadmi ka certificate mil chuka hai!! Lekin Misra ji ne zindagi apni sharto pe ji.... Khair, "Jeete Jee Jo Bhi Jo, Mare Ko Paak Kehte Hai..."!!!