sham ki un andhiyon me,daud ke parde girana
garmiyon me gilhariyon ko room me apne chhupana

mehrangarh ki burj pe vo baith ke dekhna shahar ko
ya maa ke sath bitana us dhalti tapti dopahar ko

holi me rangon me bheenge doston sang khilkhilana
ya diwali ke diyon ke sang alpana ke rang sajana

tution pe jan bujh ke samay se pahle hi ana
tyre puncture karke yun sare ladkon ko satana

window shopping ke liye nai sadak ke vo chakkar
psychology practical ke naam pe hui sari bakar

chhaya ki bachkani baton ki mithi si ho vo khushboo
ya bachchon sang ankhmichauni ka vo jadu

library me ghus ke hi anju ka vo batiyana
yah 1 baje ki class se sabka chori se vo bhag ana

school ki boundary wall pe baith ke ladkon ki khilli udana
har wednusday bunk maar ke vo ganeshmandir jana

barishon ki halki si phuhar me bhigke hi ghar anna
ate hi maa ki vo chinta bhari si daant khana

chinu se har sham ladna,amu ko aise satana
par jo koi kah de kuchh to,phir sabka ek ho jana

papa ke plate se hi hamesha pahla kaur khana
kisi ke bhi gudiya bulane pe jara sa ruth jana

ye saab ghadiyan aaj bhi jodhpur me ruk gai hain
jab kabhi bhi yaad ayein,palkein meri jhuk gai hain

lakhon ki is bheed me jab aaj main koi nahi hun
shahar mera phir se kahta laut aa,main yahin hun!

meri dhoop me hi tere rishton ki garmas hai
tu meri hai iska mujhko aaj bhi ahsas hai

As a patch of good luck my mother had bestowed on me, I got the window as always. Now let me settle down for the next 24 hours. I am not afraid of the take off but I prefer to sleep then to see me hanging in midst of those clouds which make me feel uncomfortable. I woke up at the call of breakfast to find the scene at my left mesmerizing in the true sense. Flight steward told me that I was witnessing Afghanistan’s snow peaks and the first click was “the kite runner”. I was suddenly wide awake and more interested in the landscape then in my chocolate. It was extremely beautiful. The whether was pretty pleasant (it allowed me to watch that dumbo) and the scenic beauty too enchanting to let me sleep. All the pages right from khalid’s books started knocking at my minds door.

Afghanistan is really wonderful. I have no idea what it looks like once you get down but dreams do travel on clouds and let me be in it. Reality may bite. But those snow peaks were a treat to eyes.

Having no idea of how many hours I have spent gliding on those clouds I bumped in Frankfurt. It was still 1 o clock. That means it should be just 5 hours. Silly Shweta, sometimes you can be more pathetic then a fused bulb. But anyways the lady on the counter tried to direct me to the washroom in her highly French laden ascent which was hard to understand. And there I met this lucky devil. A Punjabi lady was traveling with her two kids. Elder kid monitored her sister very well as while her mother kept loosing her daughter in every two minutes, brother was very efficient to catch her back to mother and scold her in his cute Punjabi ascent” tune yahan kho jana hai!tujhe gore utha ke bahar fenk denge” god only knows what she understood but she never acted upon it. Finally I had to give her mother a hand to handle a bag so she can let her daughter board the plane.

I woke up at 4 AM (wait! did I say woke up????? I just left my bed.) maa n I were talking late at night about my hostel, college and many more things. Every time I meet her, be it just after 2 months, it feels like it has been ages since we talked like that. Maa n Papa came to see me off at airport. And then they left me at customs. I was just carrying few pain killers (my minds may wander but the head stays at its place to ache.) which came clean out of the checking. So I am here sitting and writing and praying for the flight staff to be nice with me (in case they like me), even if that can not be done at least the whether should be nice to me (my flight actually) and I should not get drowned in chilled water (I am prone to cold dude and if you never had that running nose and bullet sneezes, you can never understand my concerns.), the person sitting next to me should be a “easy-to-handle” stuff.

Prayers apart, the most terrible fact is I am a vegetarian and I am really worried what will I get to eat for next 7 days!!!!! Now if you are not made of all spices and curry you can not understand why a person doesn’t likes to live on sandwiches.

But for now, the call has been made and my 30 mins late flight is going to leave finally so better I should shut down my worry and make hurry so catch my AI137. may I land safe and may I get all my baggage intact once I land.

Adios India. pray that I should come back in one piece

chhant kar hi rah dikhata hai,

mrityu hans alingan karti

jab jeevan yun thukrata hai.

par phir bhi sab jeena chahein

kyun marne se daar lagta hai?

jeevan chhanbhangur hai phir bhi

ye apne paas bulata hai.

Katra katra jeene se to

achcha hai maar hi jana,

kyun aisa kahne vala bhi

par mrityu se katrata hai?

Shaswat hai keval mrityu

jeevan bas palkon ka sapna,

par ye sapna hi aage badh

ummeedon ko apnata hai.

mrityu sthirta lati hai

jeevan asthir kar jata hai

par mrityu manthar gativihin

jeevan chalta hi jata hai!!!!

bahot chup rahte ho tum

kabhi kuchh kahte hi nahi!

par vo nahi jante

kitne vachal ho tum,

kitna kuchh kah jate ho

lekin koi sun hi nahi pata

ankahe shabd,

utar ate hain tumhari ankhon me

ek bhasha ban kar

aur jab apni inhi ankhon se bolte ho tum

sunti hun main mantramugdh si

lagta hai tum tum nahi,manu ho

aur main tumhari shraddha

ek divya purush ho tum

aur main tumhari sadhika.

prabhamandal alokit ho utha hai

tumhare charo taraf

jo dheere dheere mujhe bhi

khud me samet raha hai

maine dekha hai inhi ankhon me

dher sara vishwas,

jo mujhe shakti deta hai,

asimit sneh,

mera sambal hai jo.

kamp uthti hun main ye soch kar

kya hota agar

ye ankhein nahi hoti!!!!!!