यूँही

रोज़ कुछ लिखने को नहीं होता था ..आज जब था तो शब्द बेमानी कर रहे थे ..डायरी का पन्ना अब भी मुझे देख रहा था ..कह रहा था मुझ पर कुछ लिखो.. पर मैंने भी इससे कह दिया ..." जा आज तू सादा ही रहेगा..तेरी यही सज़ा है".........

Being honest

"When you complain, you become a living, breathing crap magnet".
And it is so true! If you take a close look at your life... can you see periods when you fell into this pattern and things just kept getting worse and worse?

I sure have. Most often, I have noticed this. As soon as you start focusing on the stuff that bothers you the things take a turn for the worse.

It is the best and fastest way to see that "what you focus on expands."

I have to admit that sometimes I am a crap magnet. :-(

At least now that I am aware of it, I can also choose to snap out of it as quickly as I see it (I hope and wish..)

What is even better is that the opposite is also true:

"When you express gratitude, you become a living, breathing money magnet."

:-)

yun-hi kuch purane panno se

Normally after penning down my thoughts in black and white I never read them again....except for this one which I wrote almost 2 years back.....and still read it once in a while...don't know why :-)

Gali ke nukkad par jab usse achaanak dekha, wahi jaani si shakal..bas
rang jara feeka pad gaya tha...aankhen bhi wahi thi, bas unke neeche
kuch jhurriyaan pad gayee thi...ye soch kar ki waham hai, jaise hi
aage bade, peeche se wahi pehchaani si aawaaz...bass ab usme wo khanak
nahi par ek kampan thi...yakeen waham se lad kar peeche muda....haan
ye to wahi tha,,bass waqt ki parton se buni ek chaadar odh rakhi thi
usne..sar se paanv tak....haan ye to wahi tha..wahi purana mausam.
Namuraad jaane kahan se laut aaya...kaandhe par se maili si jholi
utaar kar thama di...kitni bhaari thi...khola to itne saalon ke tohfe
bhar laya tha kambhakht...purane se kaagaz mein lipti yaadein, surkh
dabbe main tanhai, hari botal mein kai arsh aur ek choti si pudiya
mein kuch muskaane bhi...

jaane kab se inhe laade fir raha tha....

With a new insight

I am writing after a very long time. There was a time when writing for me was a ritual. Somewhere down the line I lost it. I was wandering in circles. I don't want to say it was a waste. I did learn but it wasn't that a worth. But that's life...Isn't it?

Its difficult parenting one own self. Especially when one needs some pampering, care as well as some strictness to face the facts of life. But its a challenge!

It is just a start..need a bit of growth..spiritually, mentally, psycologically ..and I know I will...I will come up and shine :-)