Oct 28, 2009

Missing you...

May our decision is to depart,
But this was my ever first experience of having a man so close in my heart...

To my ill fate i did not get back the Love from you which i did for you...
That your thought and try for another substitute was again so painful for me...
Your hate redness to my parents was even more piercing for me...
Its your family which was never there for me at all...
So what will i do in life without anyone despite...
Which every woman mourn on so quite ...
I surely miss you...
And all those bitter moments more, as the intimate ones were very few...
I don't think you too miss me the way I do...
Else, you would have taken all the measures to avoid these heartbreaking intrude...
But i know we both are not happy with this choice...
I still pray to God that this should all be a faux...
-Poornima Kulkarni

Oct 25, 2009

"Facets of Love"

Love is a beautiful feeling for sure,
Because it is the only thing which has the power to cure;

It turns a man to human being,
And gives the life a real meaning;

Love has the capacity to turn every negative to positive,
And makes every being sensitive;

Love gives the strength to patience,
And fills the life with sweet fragrance;

Love can make Man-Kind,
As it is said Love is blind;

Love brings every lips a smile,
But no one can stay without it a while;

Though! everybody crave for Love,
But, rarely few people dare to Love;

Love is earth's greatest asset,
Which has its own various facets.

-Poornima Kulkarni
Sunday, 17th July, 2005; 11.20pm


Wed-lock, tying knot ... why is it said so... i wonder... why? it sounds like bonded labor...that's why may be today's generation is scared to get married and to fall into any commitment like this, or feel its added responsibility or burden? They are not brave enough to face this kind of bondage and fear of losing their freedom and space.. more than before!

Feeling: Locked

Any suggestions... for renaming? Please feel free to share... :)

Oct 20, 2009

कभी किसी को मुकम्मिल जहाँ नही मिलता,
कभी ज़मीन तो कभी आसमां नहीं मिलता |

तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं के प्यार न हो ,
जहाँ उम्मीद हो इसकी वहां नहीं मिलता |

कभी किसी को मुकम्मिल जहाँ नही मिलता...

Oct 17, 2009

“Mystic Mission”

(It’s about the entire Universe and also Mother Nature)

Up above the blue blanket,
Down below the green jacket;
Both are in the same pocket,
Yet they are in a different socket,
Carrying the water in a bucket,
Taking the fire in a diskette;
Blowing the air by a trumpet,
All together in a wonderful market;
Moving in a fantastic gadget,
Making the trip within their budget;
Leaving behind all the hate and regret,
Enjoying their journey with incessant spirit;
Everyday they take-up their project,
Doing it with joy and jubilant;
By finishing their every assignment,
Not resting for a single minute.

-Poornima Kulkarni
Wed, 13th April 2005; 11:26 am

Oct 14, 2009

यू तो सभी नाम के हैं रिश्ते....
जो इश्क में डूब जाए वो हैं फ़रिश्ते |

Oct 12, 2009

Life : I do not discriminate anyone by cast, creed, color, sex or age... i treat everyone equally.
Me : click!
Life : kick!

Oct 8, 2009

An Ode to Merciful Mother

Mother, Mother with lots of treasure,

Comes to me with lots of pleasure;

She gives me all her love and leisure,

Making my life full of laughter;

Takes away all my pains and dolorous,

Giving me all her own happiness;

Mother, Mother you are the super deity,

You are been sent by that only almighty;

How can you bear all this superiority?

I wonder and think out of curiosity;

You are the symbol of sympathy,

Blessed with the gift of empathy;

Mother, Mother you epitomize the creator,

How can anyone weather without your prayer?

- Poornima Kulkarni
Wed 13th April 2005; 12:16pm

पता नहीं किसका भरोसा करें....

दोस्त दोस्त ना रहा ,
प्यार प्यार ना रहा,
ज़िन्दगी हमें ऐतबार ना रहा|

Annoying Aditya!

Wake up K!d!
Its like becoming fashion or today's trend for guys to like or love the woman.. pretty older than them. Well, i really donno the theme/logic behind this actually. But yes, am seeing lot of such guys around these days....:) i donno where this culture may lead us to.. huh!

Since four days back i got a message on Gandhi Jayanthi.. it was from a stranger... i called up from my another number and asked who it is.. and the voice on the other side said am Aditya and had my number in his friends list.. i wondered how can anyone have my number whom i donno! And also one from my profession, who seems to be much younger to me... and also another guy whom i found on internet.... these do not even bother if the woman is married/elder/have kids or not..... c'mon what happened to us? is all our culture gone astray or failed to foster our faith? Please do not slay it!

Then i thought he might have picked some random number and sent me the message.. i told that i donno him and not to message me henceforth. Annoyingly he did the same over and over again and sent me messages in and out day in and day out... but i never responded.... He is still annoying me with his sms' and miscalls... :( Suddenly today morning in our office we had a new joinee and accidentally his name too is "Aditya" then I contemplated for a sec and said.. c'mon how can this be possible..... but just amazed to be surprised.... that Aditya claims to be from Belgaum and our new colleague is from Delhi.. heheheh. I donno so far how many wrong numbers i got.. similarly many of them might have got it. But mobile is boon or bane cannot be decided for sure.

I think the country is just going crazy.. especially guys... they are seeming to like the gals elder to them...! there is seriously something wrong.. either this is fashion/idiocy/Psychosis.... and to add on to it they take that famous cricketer as an example. Why cannot his achievements as an inspiration? how funny... i came across some three guys like this recently. But you know it feels nice as i think i do not look my age.. and look much younger.. hehehe.. but i do not entertain such things...May be that's why its said "LOVE IS BLIND", I even speculate its DEAF and DUMB too. (Please do not ponder me as not in favor of LOVE.)

I think all this is because of media influence. In a country like India people easily get carried away by movies and film stars, as its kind of their passion.

Media is a very strong medium of communication to reach out to large youngsters, provided utilized in a right way like conveying our values and beliefs through this. which can really have the capacity to mold the youth to the right path! Just think twice over it before you imitate or follow someone sincerely.:D

Loneliness to recycle bin...

Though i like friends in my life, but unfortunately i never had a true friend till i found Gombi. I know to have a friend you need to be one. Yes i feel that i am very friendly to people. But always my friends ditched me. So as usual i feel am isolated, no one to share my feelings with.In my childhood till college all friends remained for few days. why it always happens with me. Even my mom knows about the way i had my friends in life and she is also surprised that why are friends so short lived in my life. Why always i get such friends? They are only my friends only when they have some work get done by me. So i feel that the world is so selfish.

Even you may say that i am also like them, approach people only when i need them. But NO, a big NO, i always wanted to be with them, i always craved to be in their groups, but no group never ever accepted me as their part.

Even NOW i find such people around, and i think they are gonna be there till i die. So now i sought of tried getting adjusted to such people around me. But let me tell you its so very difficult to be alone and aloof... thats why i feel i am most of the time sad.

Wherever i went I found myself aloof. Even in the group I am like odd one out. I donno why. Do all feel the same as i do?
I felt the same loneliness even in my in laws place. All of them still treat me the same way, as if am alien, or did something unforgivable. When i feel am right for my deeds and admit doing that. They just do not like me just because am honest, straight forward. I speak on the face whatever i feel about people or them? Is being true is so punishable? Then why are we taught about truth in our schools? and if we have to pay for being truthful so much then why do our parents teach us to be true and honest? Are all these for namesake?

Even in my work place i feel all all alone.... do people do not like me either?Even she shares the same experience as i do.? or am not that adorable to be around? Oh Gosh! this feeling is killing since my childhood.

But I found Gombi when i met her through one of my classmates, when i was already working. She is the only friend i can say is true friend of mine. But as the time passed the distance has just widened. We are unable to meet often, but still share all our feelings and experiences in life. We are kind of birds of same feathers. We do share same kind of thoughts and experiences. Atleast I should be happy that I have such a good friend!

I was just looking for pictures suitable to my topic today that is about loneliness.I happened to collect few images, and finally decided to delete them from my system, and i liked the way the system asked me "are you sure you want send lonliness to recycle bin"? i said YES!.. but its going to be there till i delete it from there forever, or atlest for few days till it automatically vanishes from recycle bin... :)

Thanks to Latest Technology...

I never dreamt about that am gonna meet my PU collage classmate after 12 to 13 long years... i was surprised by his message yesterday evening.. and i was wondering how he might have got to know my number. But he managed to get from my brother and he gave it to him. Since then I started to live in my flash back days.. inquired about all my other classmates and now he is also in my orkut friends list!those days were really funny and beautiful days... life so coll and tension less.... I am glad that he is in touch.

eewww so scary...! :'(

I just wanted to post this since a month, as its already a month i watched that scary horror movie 'Autopsy', still its haunting my mind.. its so strongly left an impression on my mind.. still unable to come out of its horrible, brutal, deadly, bloody scenes....

I hate that my colleague who gave me to watch that movie... Now am scared of all the doctors in the world!

Eastern tales to keep you listening late into the night

1001 Nights

Jack and the Beanstalk.. My Favourite.....

Jack and the Beanstalk Giant

Traditional German stories, often with dark seams

Brothers Grimm

Short and sweet animal tales that come with a lesson for life!!


For those Lovely Stories..........


ಅಮ್ಮನ ಬಾಲ್ಯ... :)

ನಿನ್ನೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಮಲಗೋ ಮುಂಚೆ ಹಾಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಅಮ್ಮನ ನಡುವೆ ನಡೆದ ಮಾತುಗಳು... ಇಬ್ಬರು ತುಂಬ ಖುಷಿ ಪಟ್ವಿ. ಹಾಗೆ flashbackಗೆ ಹೋದೆವು. ಅವಳ ೬೧ರ ಇಳಿ ವಯಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಎ೦ತಹ ನಗು ಮತ್ತು ಹುಮ್ಮಸ್ಸು ಅರಳಿದ್ದು ನೋಡಿ ನಂಗೆ ತುಂಬ ಸಂತೋಷವಾಯಿತು. ಏನ್ mood ಬಂತೋ ಅಮ್ಮನಿಗೆ ತನ್ನ ಬಾಲ್ಯಾದ ದಿನಗಳನ್ನ ನೆನಸಿಕೊಳಲು ತೊಡಗಿದಳು. ತಾನು ಮೂರನೆ ಈಯತ್ತೆ ಇದ್ದಾಗ ತುಂಬಾ ಡಾನ್ಸ್ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಮಾಡುತಿದ್ದಳಂತೆ. ಆಗ ಅವಳು ತನ್ನ ತಂದೆ ತಾಯಿ ಮತ್ತು ಣ್ಣರೊಂದಿಗೆ ಬೆಳಗಾವಿ ಹತ್ತಿರದ ಹಿರೆಬಾಗೆವಾಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ವಾಸಿಸುತಿದ್ದಳಂತೆ. ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಊರು ಇರೋದ್ರಿಂದ ಹಾಗು ನೋಡೊಕೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತೆಳ್ಳಗೆ ಬೆಳ್ಳಗೆ ಇರೋದ್ರಿಂದ ಇವಳನ್ನೇ ಡಾನ್ಸ್ ಮಾಡೋದಕ್ಕೆ ಅವಳ ಟೀಚರ್ ಕರೆತಿದ್ದ್ರಂತೆ. ಇದನ್ನು ಹೇಳುವಾಗ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಮುಖ ನೋಡೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಇತ್ತು. ಮುದುಡಿದ ತಾವರೆ ಅರಳಿದ ಹಾಗೆ... :) ರಿಂದ ಡಾನ್ಸ್ ಗಳನ್ನ ಮಾಡ್ತಿದ್ದಳಂತೆ ಅಮ್ಮ ಆಗ. ಕೆಲ್ವಂದು ಹಾಡಿನ ಪಲ್ಲವಿ ಈಗಲೂ ಹೇಳಿದ್ಲು.. ಅಬ್ಬ ಏನ್ ನೆನಪಿನ ಶಕ್ತಿ ಅಮ್ಮನದು. ನಿಜ ನಾವು ಸಂತೋಷ ದಿಂದ ಕಳೆದ ದಿನಗಳು ಯಾವಾಗಲು ನಮ್ಮ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಹಸಿರಾಗಿರುತ್ತವೆ ಅನ್ನಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಇದೇ ನಿದರ್ಶನ. ನಗು, ಸಂತೋಷ ಅಮ್ಮ ಎಲ್ಲೊ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾಳೆ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಅಲ್ವೇ ನಾನು ಅವಳನ್ನು ತನ್ನ ತವರು ಮನೆ ಹೆಸರಾದ "ಸುನಂದಾ" ಎಂದು ಕರೆಯುವದು. ಅದು ಅವಳಿಗೂ ಸಂತಸ ಕೊಡುತ್ತದೆ ಅಂತ ನನಗೂ ಚನ್ನಾಗಿ ಗೊತ್ತು. ನಾನು ಅವಳ ಜೊತೆ ಜಗಳವನ್ನೂ ಆಡುತ್ತೇನೆ... ಅವಳಿಗೆ ನಾ ಹೇಳಿದ ವಿಷಯ ತಿಳಿದಿದ್ದಾಗ ನನಗೆ ಕೋಪ ಬರುತ್ತದೆ.. ಮತ್ತೆ... ಪಾಪ ಅಮ್ಮ ಅವಳು ಓದಿದ್ದೇನು.. ಅವಳ ತಿಳಿವಳಿಕೆ ಏನು ಎ೦ದು ನನಗೆ ಅನಿಸಿದಾಗ ... ನಕ್ಕು.. ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದನ್ನ ತಿಲಿಸಿಕೊಡುತ್ತೇನೆ.

ಅವಳೇ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ನನ್ನ ಮೊದಲ ಗುರು... ನನಗೆ A B C D ಕಲಿಸಿದ್ದು, ಮತ್ತೆ This is Ramu, He is a Boy; This is His Shirt, it is White ಅಂತ ನಂಗೆ first standard ನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು... ನನಗೆ primary school ಅಲ್ಲಿ Algebra ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು. ಅಮ್ಮನ favourite subject ಅಂದರೇ mathematics. ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಎಷ್ಟೋಂದು formulas ಇನ್ನು ನೆನಪಿವೆ. ಈಗ ನಾನು ಮುಂದೆ ಓದಿದ್ದೇನೆ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನನಗೆ ಅವಳಿಗಿಂತ ಕೆಲ್ವಂದು ವಿಷಯ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಗೊತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಮೊದಲು ನನಗೆ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಡುವಾಗ ಅವಳಿಗಿದ್ದ ಸಹನೆ ನನಗೆ ಈಗ ಏಕೆ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ ಬೇಸರವಾಗುತ್ತೆ ... :(

ಅವಳಿಗೆ ದಿನಾ newspaper ಓದದಿದ್ದರೆ ಏನೋ ದಿನಚರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ missing ಅನಸುತ್ತದೆ... :) ಅರೇಯ್ ಇವತ್ತು ಪೇಪರ್ ಅನ್ನೇ ಓದಲಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ ಅಂತಾಳೆ. ಈಗಿನ ವೇಗದ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಎಷ್ಟು ಜನ ದಿನಪತ್ರಿಕೆ ಓದುತ್ತೇವೆ... ? ಹೊರಗಡೆ ರೂಮಿನಿಂದ ತಂದೆಯ ಕೂಗು "ಸಾಕು ಮಲಗಿ ಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ ಬೇಗ ಏಳಬೇಕು...... ಅಂತ "ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಯಾವಾಗ ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆ ಹೊದೆವೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ zz zzz ...

My lovely cousin Rama Akka...

During my visit to my parents house this time... i made up my mind to visit my cousin's place and i made it.. and it was worth visiting... i just relaxed with the kind of environment there.

I used to roam with her in my childhood days.. . she is one of my favorite cousins. So i started my journey towards Hirehandigol.. it was raining continuously in Dharwad then.. and also even now.

Clicked some pictures while traveling....

Finally reached the destination after three hours journey. I simply loved the simple village life in Hirehandigol, Gadag District. I loved the peace there and no tension, stress and competition for anything.. Just leading life as it takes you.... here are some pictures i clicked there....

My cousin Rama akka.. she is kind of everyone's favorite in our family.... she is so lovely person. Being a diploma civil degree holder.. never stepped into kitchen before her marriage.. now managing the whole show in her husband's home.. she manged herself to be in that remote small village.. hats off to her dedication to the family.

My cousin Rama Akka.. i call her Rama devi.. with love and affection...

With her mother in law in the sweet kitchen...

The Pooja room...which is inside the big kitchen...

The quite big backyard for the cows at home....

Another view of the cows resting place....

A servant who takes care of cows grazing and all....

The calves so cute and lovely.....i loved them...a lot...

Cow calf relation so sweet to watch...

Another view of calf's love for its lovely mother cow....

Renavva.. with my cousin in backyard of the Home... the adorable maid of my cousin.. and also she is indeed so sweet to be one.... does any household job for my cousin.... she is amazing! She was very eager to get photographed.

Renavva taking care of the cows... she is the only person who milks the cows there. She in fact talks to them like her friends... i was so happy to see this love for animals....

My cousin feeding with lots of love to her maids...

Finally the proud caretakers of the beautiful home in a place like heaven. I really liked the way they lead their lives there. Her husband also works for some government textile industry and also takes care of his farms and lands. Very well balancing his job.. great job indeed! Thats why we beleive in statement that "Pairs are made in Heaven". These are made for each other in fact.

Just clicked a man painting his house.. . besides my cousin's home.

I finally recommend such places when you are totally tired with your tiring urban life... its totally soothing and relaxing.. nothing to think and worry about.. peaceful life... amazing place for me at least... would like to visit this place again.. and would like to spend more time there next time....where time is never in a hurry to run.


Television has a big role in my life. Well just thought of sharing some of my childhood memories attached with television. Having TV at home was a luxury then. There used be days when i used to go to bed without food, that was just because i used to be so satisfied after watching TV. My family still makes fun of me about this. God! i still wish to be like that so that i would have not put on so much...:( I and my brother used to love the 1984-85... Doordarshan Programs. Of course it was the only channel we used to have then. There were so many bugging programs as well.. (then being a child) but still we used to watch. Just watching anything and everything on TV itself was so much fun for us. We used to watch TV in our neighbors home, when we did not had our own set. Seeing this my Dad got fed up and got a TV set for us. I still remember the model its called ITI Monarchy which had shutter and also a lock. Unfortunately i could not find the model on net. So just got this one which is just close to that model. It was a black & white TV. It had an antenna on the roof.I was so over joyed and felt that i have everything in this world, and i loved my dad for that.

We used to rush to the TV centre, which had generator, which was just close to our home in a small town like Gadag, whenever there was power cut, just to make sure we do not miss the important part of our program. And we used to curse the Electricity Board for cutting the power at the important stage.

I must admit that Doordarshan really used to have very good programs THEN. I still live with those memories and remember the songs and names of the programs even now.

Some of the programs which i still remember goes like this

Cartoons: Spiderman, He-Man: Am the Master of the Universe, Some film division programs from Doordarshan-- Ek aur anek, etc

Some puppet show.. i do not remember the name though, it used to come on Saturday afternoons.

Stories like: Fairly tale theater, Vikram aur betal, Alice in Wonderland etc...

Serials: Ek Do Teen Chaar: A children detective serial, Show Theme, Buniyad, Hum Log, Kari Khari, Yeh Jo Hain Zindagi, Rajini, Karamchand, Chitrahaar, Chitramaala, Indradhanush: I remember that this had shown us computers then, a robot and time machine stuff, Kile ka rahasya, You and Your Pets- which used come during the movie intervals for 30 mins on Sundays ( I remember we used to so desparately wait for that to finish, just to keep track of the movie climax...hehehe ) and many more... :)

English Serials: UFO, Stratrek, Danger Bay, Secrets of the Sea, Street Hawk,, huh.. i love all of them.

The Ads: Oh Gosh! i still remember the ads... Surf, Nirma, Rasna.. ( I love you Rasna)wow.. TATA namak.. namak ho tata ka tata namak...just used to love them like anything.

I remember I used to sing the full song of "Mile Sur Mera Tumahar" which had most of the Indian languages in it... My relatives when ever gathered together used to make me sing that song and were amazed by my memory and wordings of different languages i used to sing in.. exactly the same way.. i love it!

I really miss those programmes now. I strongly beleive that our childhood memories really have a very strong impact on our life....

Huh! now is the time 2009, I do not have a TV set at home.. and am not repenting for that. As i do not think there are any such interesting programs coming, which i feel i miss out.... and now is the time that i Hate to watch it or do not have time or patience to watch it.. somehow i don't think that its a must for me. Well, it was just other way round many years back!

I feel am fortunate enough that i had a very fun filled childhood. All thanks to my lovely parents for making it so happy.. :) Who never pressurised us for anything.

What if there were no stories in our lives...????

I wonder if we all grew without listening to stories and not being lost in our own world.. i wonder how that world would be without any stories to tell or listen... :)

Audio Stories


Children’s Literature

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Teenagers might find these books especially appealing:

Oct 3, 2009

Where is my life turning to...

"ज़िन्दगी का कैसा मोड़ आया"
ज़िन्दगी का कैसा मोड़ आया |
लगता हैं खुशियों को साथ छोड़ आया ||
जब भी इस मोड़ पर खड़ी होती हु तो ऐसा लगता हैं,

ज़िन्दगी का ये कैसा रूप हैं,
चारो तरफ़ धुप ही धुप हैं |

मीलों तन्हाई बस तन्हाई हैं,
जैसे ग़म के डेरे सजाई हैं |
शिकायत फिर ज़माने की हमसे | तोंबा
ज़िन्दगी का ये कैसा रूप हैं.............

सूरज का रोज़ का निकलना और ढलना |
ऐसे | जैसे दिल का जलना और बुझाना |
ज़िन्दगी ने भी साथ छोडा | ऐसे |
रूह से साँस रूठा हो जैसे | तोंबा |
ज़िन्दगी का ये कैसा रूप हैं.............

दोस्तों का साथ तो क्या,
दुश्मनों की भी आहात नहीं |
अपना किसको कहे हम,
जब गैरों की भी आहाट नहीं |
ज़िन्दगी का ये कैसा रूप हैं.............

सपने देखा करतें थे कभी,
हकीकत में बदलेंगे इन्हे सभी |
क्यों ज़िन्दगी ऐसे पेश आई ?
मौत को भी रास आई |
ज़िन्दगी का ये कैसा रूप हैं.............

दिल जिसको चाहा ज़ार ज़ार ,
होते गए वो दूर बार बार |
बन गए हैं बोझ इस कदर अपनो पर,
जैसे कोई हक नही रहा सपनो पर |

का ये कैसा रूप हैं,
चारो तरफ़ धुप ही धुप हैं |

- पूर्णिमा, २००३

I always feel....

I did write couple of poems... usually i get mood to write when the world sleeps and in that silence my thoughts come out of its cocoon.... so here it is .. let me warn you if you are expecting something romantic then you are absolutely wrong.. because most of the times i write poignant themes... i think this would better suit to those girls who are tired of seeing right guy to get married as per their parents choice... :)

दुनिया की इस रेगिस्तान में,
चलती जा रहिहु में |
ज़िन्दगी की धुप सहती जा रही हु में |

तपती धुप उसपर नंगे पैर,
आग की तरह जलती रेत,
युही चली जाराही हु में |

हा, कह सकतें हैं साथी उसे
जो मुझे उठाये जाता हैं कुछ दूर,
आख़िर कब तक अपनी पीठ पर मेरा बोज उठता?

माना रास्ते में पेड हैं,
आख़िर कब तक देतें वो अपनी ठंडी चाव?
मुझे तो आगे हैं जाना |

माना हवा तेज हैं,
मेरी गर्मी दूर करने के लिए,
पर साथ लाता हैं रेत, मेरी आंखों में झोंक ने के लिए |

हाँ शाद्वल नज़र आता हैं दूर से,
पर जब पास आके देखा तो सराब हैं |
इसी वेहेम में आगे चली जा रहीहू में, की मुझे मिले वो शाद्वल कभी |

रात होती हैं तो थोड़ा सुकून मिलता हैं,
क्योंकि , लगता हैं दुनिया की नज़र से बचूंगी, मैं
थोडी देर के लिए ही सही |

फिर सुबह, वाही तपती दुप,
वाही आग सी रेत |

कभी ज़िन्दगी से आँख मिलाने के लिए ऊपर देखू तो,
आँखे मीचे हो जाती हैं |
उसकी तीखी किरणों को तक नही पाती हैं |

यु लगता हैं, ज़िन्दगी को
कभी देख नही पाउंगी में |

आख़िर कब तक चलूंगी में?
एक दिन होजुंगी रेत के नीचे दब |
पर ये ज़िन्दगी क्या ख़ाक जिया?

क्या ज़िन्दगी में चलने के लिए और रास्ते भी हैं?
हाँ हैं.........
जब देखा की दुसरे खुश हैं,
अपने सफर में |

पर जब मैंने ये जाना, तब बहुत देर हो चिकि थी |
मेरे पैर में ना वो ताकत थी,
ना दिल में हिम्मत |

मेरे लिए तो वही रेगिस्तान ,
वाही धुप और मन परेशान |
- पूर्णिमा
Saturday, 19th March 2005 at 11.45pm... :)