Its me and my world

दर्द तुम्हारी ज़रुरत है मुझे ,      तुम न होते तो मैं खुशियों से रहती अनजान  आसूं तुम्हारी ज़रूते है मुझे      तुम न होते तो मेरी मुस्कान होती फीकी  नफरत तुम्हारी ज़रुरत है मुझे      तुम न मिलते तो मैं प्यार का कैसे करती कीमत  रात तुम्हारी ज़रुरत है मुझे      तुम्हारे बिन मेरा दिन होता बेरंगिन  अँधेरा तुम्हारी ज़रुरत है मुझे      तुम रौशनी को करते हो और रोशन  भय तुम्हारी ज़रुरत है मुझे      तुम्हारे बिन मेरी हिम्मत बांधती कैसे  शक तुम्हारी भी ज़रुरत है मुझे      तुम्हारे बिन मेरा इरादा पक्का होता कैसे  कठिनाईयाँ तुम्हारी ज़रुरत है मुझे      तुम्हारे बिन मेरी शान्ति में होती कैसे गहराई  तुम सभी मिलके बनाते हो रंगोली मेरे जीवन में  वादा करो की तुम रहोगे मेरे संग आखरी सांस तक  मैं जीवन ऐसे भरपूर जीऊं  ताकि मरने के बाद मुझे न रहे कोई पश्चाताप  की काश कुछ दिन होते और चार  ================...

हमारी ज़िन्दगी भर की तलाश  कुछ लम्हे  प्रेम  के  कुछ प्रेम भरी निगाहों के  और कुछ प्रेम भरे स्पर्श के  लेकिन हमारा प्यास है अनंत जिसका कोई आदि न आंत  वह प्यास ऐसी, किकिसीके प्यार भरे बोल निगाहों या स्पर्श से न मिटने वाली  दर दर भीख मांगने से भी न मिटने वाली प्यास है यह  पर जहा पल दो पल मन ठहरा वही मेरी मुलाक़ात हुई  अपने भीतर ही प्रेम के विशाल सागर का  जिसकी लहरों पे तैर रही हूँ मैं  जैसे ही साहस बांध के डूबकी लगाई वैसे ही पाया  मैं ही तो हूँ वह अथाह सागर  मैं ही तो हूँ जिसकी मुझे है तलाश  उस एक पलने बना दिया दीन से रानी मुझे  बस  मैं देती जाऊं, देती जाऊं ,और देती जाऊं  क्योकि यह न ख़तम होने वाला प्रेम रूपी पानी  मेरी ज़िन्दगी भर की तलाश की कर देती है सम्पाप्ति  और देती है है मुझे परिपूर्ण तृप्ति  ================================================================= We keep searching for that elixir called love in some quiet moments with someone or in someone's eyes or in someone's...

 Main mahfooz hoon apne antaratma ki kendra bindoo mein Jahan hain na koi zindagi ka daur , na sambhando kee nok jhok Jahan main hoon azad jaise ki gagan mein pankh pasare udti mast chidiya Anand aur sookon ki aisee lahar  prem ka aisa ahsaas manon ki meri maa mujhe sahla rahi ho mujhe usee jagah bar bar hai jana  Kyonki iss duniya ka sabse khoobsurat jagah hai wohi ! ================================================================ I am safe in the cave of my heart where I am far away from this maddening world Where I am free like bird in the wide blue sky Where I find joy and peace  I find so much love as if my mother is caressing me I want to go back to that place again and again Because that is the most beautiful place in the whole world  

Iss jhooth ke bazar mein Sach ko dhoodne niklee main Sach ka deedar karne ko dil tadap uttha Par sach na mila Kiss mukam pe baitha hai mera antarang sathi Jiski ek jhalak ke liye tadap gaya mera mann Asoon nikle bhi to kya jawab hai un asuyon ka Kaun hai jo mera bahut kareeb Par hai mere se rootha “main” hi kaun hoon, kya hai meri wajood Meri atma tadap gayee mere maula ki ek jhalak ke liye Kuch aise shabd ate hai kano mein “Main hoon manzil, main hoon safar bhi, main hi musafir hoon” Par saise samjhaoon main aapko mere mann ki bechainee Aapka deedar korne ko apne andar gotar lagatee rahatee hoon Par bhi yeh pagal man aapka ek pal ka deedar karne ko pyasa ============================================================  In this world of falsehood, I have started the journey for seeking truth My heart is aching for a glimpse of the truth But alas truth has not appeared so far Where is my beloved hiding, whose one glimpse is what my mind is restless ...

Tu to hai sooraj kab se apne ko ek kiran samajh baithe Tu to hai khula aasmaan kab se apne aap ko baadal samajh baithe Tu to hai gehra samudra kab se apne aap ko lehar samajh baithe Tu to hai chandrama ki sheetal chandni kab se apne aapko chandrama ka daag samajh baithe Tu to hai ek aisa vriksha jiskee chhao mein hai lakhon ko vishram lena Tu to hai ek aisee bijlee jise ghane andhero ko roshan kar jana hai Tu ruk mat, tujhe aage badhte jana hai jo hua woh achha hua, jo nahin hua woh bhi achhe ke liye hua Jeevan ke man-rupi tufano se darna nahin vichar aur bhav to musafir hai, aate jate rahenge tu apne pakke iradon se chukna nahi teri bhakti hi teri shakti hai Jeevan baahein failayein tera intezar kar rahi hai tu ruk mat, tujhe aage badhte jana hai!

What do you weep for ? For something that was never yours ? For something that only appears  ? For those castles in sand which are going to be washed away any moment ? In the illusion that we call as world, the real precious hides itself in the bosom of creation Whereas the the mundane appears up again and again Alluring us, attracting us , deceiving us again , again and again Yet we do not learn We allow the mundane  fill our senses Where as every soul in the world aches and only aches for the truth For that moment for which we are born Yet we drift away in the ocean of life like a rudderless ship When we get a captain to anchor our ship to the safe harbor The voide is filled The restlessness dies down The tears of misery gets turned into tears of gratitude We find the moment we are born for !

Do not get trapped by the beauty of the form Look beyond and get washed away by the beauty of the formless The form can titillate our senses The formless can sweep us off our senses ! The form can give us pleasure of a few moments The formless can give give us pleasure of lifetimes The form flaunts the trivial, the formless conceals the sacred Look beyond and get washed away by the beauty of the formless The form binds us, the formless frees us Look beyond and get washed away by the beauty of the formless Let your spirit rock with the formless Let your mind melt with the formless Let your senses disappear with formless Let your  love find its final destination with the formless Let all the forms merge into the formless Look beyond and get washed away by the beauty of the formless

Beauty is one moment deep ! Last year in the month of October my family and I had visited Darjeeling – the land of the queen of hills Kanchenjunga ! One chilly morning we made the way to Tiger hills, one of the most famous tourist spots in Darjeeling . For those who do not know, Tiger Hills is one the best spots nearby Darjeeling to get a panoramic  view of Kanchenjunga range and rising sun. So we left the hotel at 3:30 am and reached the place by 4:15 or so. Even at that time, during the chill of the early morning and amidst the huge crowd of expectant tourists, the hill top looked enigmatic with the blanket of bright stars and moon overhead ! Everyone was jostling to get a place for the best view for the sun and peak . The energy was that of excitement and joy through out the hill top. Like the many others I was darting my eyes to and fro from the range and the place from where the sun was suppose to rise. Little by the little the colours of the sky started changing from black...

 Heard this beautiful story from a participant of the Happiness that I am taking with Chandrani so wanted to share. Uncle (thats how I am going to refer him as he is nearly my dad's age) is a retired Kolkata police officer. Once during his career he had caught a notorious burgler who was creating much havoc and put him behind bars. Soon after his wife along with 4 children appeared in the police station asking him what will happen to them, who will take care of them now as the husband is in jail. Overtook by compassion, Uncle organised for a space in a veggie market and bought her 1000 Rupees worth of veggies to sell , to start with. The family survived. Many years later Uncle was trying to catch hold of a notorious gang of criminals who were murdering people and also doing a lot of other anti-social activities. He was frustrated because he was not able to carck the case. He was moving around in his personal car in that particular area when that same lady appeared before him and...

It was mid October 2014 and I was travelling to Aarhus, a small sleepy city in Denmark from Kolkata for work. The international flight ended at Copenhagen where there was a lay over of 4 hours before I could catch a domestic flight to Aarhus.  After getting down from the aeroplane I felt hungry. I had my hand-bag, my camera bag and a trolley bag containing my office laptop as my hand luggage. The checked in baggage , thankfully was getting directly moved onto the next flight. Being a vegetarian means, first you need to scoop around the area to find the most suitable vegetarian options (Sometimes it means emphatically explaining to the shopkeeper “Egg is not vegetarian, Fish is not vegetarian!”) Finally I could zero in on the shop, queued up, bought food and the coffee and settled down for some relaxation. So I was sitting in the airport , enjoying a late afternoon lunch with coffee and having a video chat over my tab with my folks back at India ! . The airport seemed nic...

My longing for you is as old as the moon As free as the air As beautiful as the spring And as painful as the thirst of a dying man All that river wants to do is to gush and meet its source, the ocean All that I want to do , is to rush and be one with you The entire world tires me It is only your love that can soothe my tormented soul Oh why did you ever let me go ? Do you not long for me the same way as I long for you Do you not want to hold me the same way I want to hold you Do you not ever think of me the way I do  There could be a thousand reasons for YOU to be here I have ONLY ONE,  to be ONE WITH YOU 

What use! What use is the air, if it does not blow and bring comfort What use is the flower, if it does not spread fragrance and beauty What use is the sun, if it does not shine and bring life What use is the water, if it does not quench the thirst of many What use in the tree, if it does not give shade to the weary traveller What use is the leaf, if it does not behold promise of the coming spring What use is the cuckoo, if she does not bring music to others ears O Lord, what use are all my gifts , if they do not ease someone’s pain Do not wipe someone’s tears Do not bring smile to a barren face Or do not kindle beauty, love or radiance in someone’s soul ! O Lord what use are they !!!

The inner space and the outer space Various shades of clouds float in the sky  Adding colour and variety Some are black, some grey and some are white Each has its own tale to tell ! Much like the thoughts that float through our inner space Some are evil, some are confused and some are pure Each has its own tale to tell ! Some clouds may overcast , but only for a few hours BECAUSE when the SUN comes out shining, they melt in the dazzle of its light  Some thoughts may let us down, but only for a few hours BECAUSE when the SELF comes out shining, they melt in the dazzle of its light

I think mankind has always been enthralled with the idea of making the right impact through the right communication. If we search on google or youtube with the word “communication” we will get hundreds if not thousands of links and videos. As someone who has spent considerable number of years in corporate world in various leadership and managerial roles, I know exactly what does Communication mean to corporates. Right from day 1, I mean seriously , right from day 1 in the corporate world, I have been told in direct and indirect ways to be mindful in my communication - to be aware of how I talk , or write emails or present something before an audience. Communication trainings were of course numerous at various stages of my career in various forms.  Lets take another aspect or dimension of the society that we are living in right now. The society or the era of the information explosion !!! There is so much information that everyone is giving out, that it is literary an e...

As I was sitting against the setting sun The dimming warmth and the fading light My eyes closed Me reposing in my deepest self The world started vanishing The sounds died down until it was no more than the whisper of the creation All of a sudden, I could feel a presence A reassuring feeling Of that unmistakably unconditional love of yours As it covered me like I was covered in my mother’s womb As if you had come over to tell me again “I am with you always”

Let the pain rise up Let it pierce my senses  Let me drown in it Let it sear through my heart  My mind be coloured with it My intellect be softened with it My memory be cleansed with it And my ego be soaked in it Let my whole being be purified through this Like a candle burns in its altar before the Lord Let me burn with the pain  Even pain has a meaning, a purpose Its purpose is to be an offering to the Lord Let my pain fulfil its purpose !

You came to my heart and home Like a little bundle of cuddle You taught me how to share and sacrifice You gave me joy through your baby squeals and wrinkles You gave me happiness galore through your innocence I have seen you taking your first steps I have walked with you holding your tiny fingers I showed you off to my friends in pride & glee I loved the innocent fights we had, over bats, balls and dolls I have seen you growing up learning the letters of life From a baby, you grew up to a young girl with a mind of her own Then all of a sudden, a storm came un-announced in our lives Destiny had to snatch away the loving  presence of our mother We shared the pain and cried side by side The grief that was so heavy, we hardly could bear If not for the strongest shoulders of our father Who carried us through the storm By hiding his own pain in his bosom Just to see us smile Time moved on, soothing the wound The young girl blossomed into a fi...

Ma I want to see you with your bejeweled crown Sitting on your throne royal With all the precious stones adorning you And your face glowing with exquisite divine beauty Before I breathe my last …. Ma I want to see you reigning supreme Over the worlds that can be seen as well as unseen I want to see you glowing with pride Over the triumphs of your children Before I breathe my last …. Ma I want to see the best of modern and ancient in your lap Playing with each other with delight I want to see the sun, the moon and the stars vying with each other to get your attention There is abundance, prosperity, warmth and kinship amongst all your children Before I breathe my last … This is what I dream about you My beloved mother That there is no other better than you in this entire world You are the best, the greatest and the grandest You are the one whom everyone turns to for comfort, wisdom & vision This is what I dream about you, my beloved mot...

Yellow, green, blue, red, violet, orange… The vivid colors of the nature Making it vibrant and expressive And beautiful too Much like the colors of life Each color holds feelings, nuances and moods of our changing mind … When the painter mixes all the colors on the palette, it is depressing black Yet “white” the purest, the holiest and the most sacred color, is the mother of all colors It gives birth to the hue of colors - Yellow, green, blue, red, violet, orange… When we remain untouched by the colors of our mind, we remain the pristine white !

Looking at the last four years the amount of road we have traveled the hearts we have touched the minds we have ignited the dreams we have sown the hopes we have kindled one can not but wonder in awe that the first steps were so tiny yet the steps were firm & bold and the conviction so true that even in the midst of darkest hours we have still dared to dream still dared to keep walking Because love moves the world It is indeed love that moves the world !