Something in my Mother Tonge

Ab wo bachpan waali Eid nahin aati,

Wo log na rahe, na wo umr.

Unki yaadein reh gayi bas,

Jo khushiyo ki dino me aati.

Wo bachpan ki Eid nahi aati,

Naye kapdo ki khushi,

Eidi lene ke mazze.

Haste khelte jo guzarte the waqt, ab guzar jate.

Ab wo tumhare saath guzaari Eid bhi nahi ati,

Na wo mohabbat rahi, na wo junoon.

Na wo khushi khushi milne ke waade.

Na wo tumhari muskurahat.

Nahi aati wo Eid jo chaand ki khushi saath guzari.

Na wo kehna ki mere chand ko chand mubarak.

Eid ki raunak jo tumhari khanakti hasi se aati thi.

Ab wo mohabbat bhari Eid nahi aati.

Zaroori nahi ki har koi saath rahe har waqt.

Kuch ko maut le jaati hai.

Ye bhi zaroori nahi har koi maut se chor jaye.

Kuch logo ko zindagi hi le jaati hai.




I Think I Can

I have been waiting for days to find an inspiration to write, only to fail everytime.

I guess I am motivated more by the action of writing itself than any other inspiration.

I recently bought a new phone and very ardently downloaded the WordPress app in order to be able to write on the go.

I see so many talented people around me, they are so good. Some creative writers, artists, cartoonists and photographers. I am in awe of what people can do. And they are really young, still in school.

I see little children write so well. A boy in Grade 1 wrote a lovely story. I was so touched by his attempt, another wrote a poem for me (his Class Teacher). Words won’t ever be enough for me to tell what talent people hide. It will be these children, when they grow up, become shy of their talent, if not appreciated.

Let Us Become Encouragers. I had read somewhere:

Creativity is an act of courage, avoid opinion.

Let us be motivators in our little way. I think that would really take someone really far.