If Only We Could Live.....

अस्पताल से आकर, तू चैन से सो रही है

मगर तेरी गर्भ में ये तेरी बेटी,आज बहुत रो रही है

मैंने तो अभी मुंह भी नहीं देखा ज़माने का 

कैसे कर लिया फैसला तुने मुझसे निजात पाने का

कल तो मैं टुकडो में पड़ी हुंगी, आज तो जी लेने दो

कुछ पलों के लिए ही सही,मातृत्व का रस पी लेने दो.

मै तो मासूम तेरी गर्भ में लेटी हूँ

कसूर बस इतना है की मै तेरी बेटी हूँ

पैदा करके मुझे, मेरी झलक देख लेना,

तेरी तस्वीर न दिखे तो जरूर फ़ेंक देना

अगर बच गयी तो चाँद पे जाउंगी

सफलता की खुशियाँ तुझ पे ही लूटाउंगी

रात भर का समय है, फिर से सोच  लेना...

अगर हो सके तो बस एक मौका देना....... 

The Battle I Love Most!!

Today I broke my sleep early just in order to check my mails. And I realized that its just 5:30... too early to woke up. I thought of sleeping again. Then a voice came over and said ' Hey Manu, you won the battle today, don't let your sleep win over you.'

I am having this war since I was born and I know, it would last till my last breath. That's the only fact I love about it that I know when it would end. The battle between Me and My Sleep is always on. Sometimes I win Sometimes She. Its always a kind of ' tug of war'.

When I was infant, my sleep was an unmatched winner. She always won as she was the only one who was playing. She always took advantage. But with each passing year, I started learning the tactics of this game. And she had won most of the titles. Later I realized it that my parents joins hand with her which make her win most of the times. It was not an even game. But I remember, Sundays were my days. :).

Now that the battle is still on but I loses the charm of winning. I let her win sometimes and sometimes she does the same. Its kind of mutual or with so much spent together, WE have become friends, don't know. This game is no more interested. We are kind of negotiating on rules. But I know very soon WE will be back on the battle ground with all the default rules.

Lesson-- worth Rs.5 only.

It was Saturday today..day for worshiping Shani . In north it’s a trend on this day you can find people on the roads with a utensil half full of mustard oil and a Shani placed in it, asking for money.

I was in market place, a lady came to me with one such utensil asking for money. I thought chalo let me make Lord Shani happy, as his son Surya is quite happy with me :D..he..he..he..kidding!!. As I checked my wallet, I didn’t get a coin to give her. After a through check into my purse I finally got a almost a badly ripped, disfigured & torn five rupee note. But as it was not crisp enough to give, I just said ‘sorry’ that I don’t have a change today. As I moved on, that lady called me and said “ aap de do , main chala lungi”. I smiled and gave her that.

It was quite shocking. People sitting in big shops just don’t take such Notes by saying that ” chalega nahi” , but for poor people, the same torn 5 rupee note means a lot. I learnt a lesson today. Yeah in five rupees only. Isn’t that cheap way of learning?