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More saiyan to hain pardes, main kya karun sawan ko……..

June 28th, 2011

Saawan ye barsata jab bhi hai

Mere sukhe zakhmon ko aur bhi

Gila kar jaata hai……

Aur main ateet ke nishaan

Inn boondun me dhoondti reh jaati hun.

Par jab bhi inn boondun ko

Haathon me leti hun….

Ye mere haathon se fisal jaati hain

Aur mere naino mein utar aati hain.

Iss baar par ye saawan

Badla-badla lagta hai….

Tum bin ye boondein bhi

Khalish lagti hain mujhko

Aur kaanton si chubhti hai badan mein…..

Kya tumko bhi firdaus mein

Aisa hee lagta hai mujh bin ???

Manju

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Tumhe kya bataon ke tum mere kya ho ??

June 26th, 2011

Saansein tumhari to unki

dhadkano ka shor main hun

Is se jyada koi aur kisi ka kya hoga…?

Aankhein tumhari to inke

paani ka namak main hoon
Is se jyada koi aur kya kisi ka kya hoga..?

Khushi tumhari to in honthon ki

muskurahat main hoon
Is se jyada koi aur kya kisi ka kya hoga..?

Likhayee tumhari to

is kalam ki syaahi main hoon
Is se jyada koi aur kya kisi ka kya hoga..?

Aawaaz tumhari, to dekho !!

tumhare aalap me bol main rahi hoon
Is se jyada koi aur kya kisi ka kya hoga..?

~ Manju

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Shaam se aankh me nami si hai ~ aaj fir aapki kami si hai……….

June 23rd, 2011

Woh tum hee to the

Sapne mere jisne sajaye

Woh tum hee to the

Khushiyon ko ghar mere, jo le aaye.

Tum sang hee to seekha tha

Maine nam aankhon se bhi muskurana

Zakhm ye waqt kitne bhi ghehra kyun na de

Haste- haste usko seh jaana

Tumhare haathon me hee to maine

Apne mukaddar ki lakeeron ko paaya tha.

Jo harsu mujhe mehfuz rakhta tha,

Wo khuda pak jaisa tumhara hee to saaya tha..

Kuch kehne se pehle hee tum

meri har zutsjoo ko sun lete the.

Khar meri raahon ke,

apne haathon se chun lete the.

Jab kabhi andheron se main darr jaati thi

Tumhare aagosh me aake tab simat jaati thi.

Tanha raahon pe jab bhi guzri main

Tumhari yaadon ne mujhe ,

tanha rehne na diya.

Aankhon se dur sahi,

waqt e haalat se majboor sahi,

Gardish e daur me khoya tha jo maine tumhe

Aaj bhi wo lamha main apni,

Zindagi ki kitaab se mitana chahti hun.

Maana ke bahut dooriyan hain aaj

Tumhare mere darmiyan –

Par shah rag se bhi zyada

Nazdeek main tumko hee, har pal paati hun.

Ye hawa aaj bhi,
tumhari khushboo lekar aati hai.

Ye fiza aaj bhi tumhare ehsaas ko dohrati hai.

Ye zameen pe saare rang tumhare hee to hain.

Ye baarishein tumhare aansuon ko,

Aaj bhi meri palkon pe saja jaati hai.

Ye jo kuch log mere apne hai,

Tumhare hee to banaye hue,

ye saare marasim rishte hain.

Tumne hee sikhaya tha mujhe,

har haalat se ladna.

Zindagi ki har kathin raah-guzar par,

muskura kar chalna.

Tumhe kho kar bhi maine

bas tumhe hee paaya hai.

Jaanti hun jo har raah - guzar par

mere sang chalta hai,

Wo tumhara hee saaya hai.

Tumhe wo khushi, wo pyaar

toh na de paayi main,
par tumse ye mera wada hai.
Zindagi ke saath na sahi,
Zindagi ke baad, in saanson ke rukte hee
Fir tumse mil jaongi…….
haan fir tumse mil jaongi ~ Manju

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Ye jo tera jikar hai, ya itar hai…jab jab karti hun….mehakti hun, behakti hun,chehakti hun…..

May 17th, 2011

Remember: To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness…..in this life …..

Life is not a bed of roses, I have heard this many times. I really wonder sometimes about the ways of GOD almighty, his plans, his perceptions, his love for us, and his mystic ways of helping us. In the crossroad called life, I have lost the most important treasure of my life, my love… my husband in the hands of destiny. For me that was the moment, I always wanted to erase from my life.

I was one of the luckiest few, who were blessed with the phenomena people called * Soulmate*. Yes that was true in our case, Mukesh was indeed my soulmate, actually he was more than that, for me he was my best friend, my helping hand, my life partner, my best half (not better), my shadow when I walk in sunshine, my smile when I was down, my healer when I was in pain, infact he was my whole world. I will always remain grateful to God who bestow the most beautiful gift to me in the form of Mukesh….. For me it was the dream come true, to have him in my life….

When I got engaged to Mukesh, I was very disheartened and wanna ask my dad why daughters must get married ? I wrote my emotional outburst in one of my poem “father of the pearl”. I always wanted to get married in my late 20s but as usual my plans never worked in front of Almighty’s plans. But marriage was one of the most wonderful thing that happened to me. I found my first love in my husband. I use to tease him by telling him everyday that ~ I love you because you are my husband and he use to reply, ” I am the most luckiest guy on this earth coz I found you as my life - partner”. Thanx to dadi for bringing two strangers together and make them fall in love with each other in the most strange manner.

All my life I am blessed with positive & learned people. My brothers are my biggest strength, my parents are my motivation, my friends are my life support system….but Mukesh was my soul, I can still feel him around. I regret that I am not able to tell him how much I love him when he was here….coz I never ever thought that I will lose him like this. For others it was just an accident, but for me my life was stranded since he was gone.

All of us want unconditional love; alas that is the one thing that is so much in short supply. Almost all the love we experience is conditional. How often do we love a person because he/ she is a human being and not because he/ she is a friend, a sibling, a parent etc. and it is only right we love them?

When we can give unconditional love there are no expectations what so ever and so we give it amply, simply and heartily. Yet there could be times when all we get in return is displeasure, ungratefulness, rebuke, scorn and sometimes hate. If you can still continue to give your love with a smile you would then have loved the way you would have loved to be loved!

I have learned that life is a hardest school, you never know what level of class you are in , what exam you will have next and you can’t cheat because nobody else will have the same questions….

It has been more than 40 months when Mukesh Left me and I have seen so many ups and down, though I know God is alwayz there with me as a mentor and he taught me so many beautiful things in this short span….i really loved Almighty’s philosophy of ANYWAY….sumone who is very close to me send me this SMS…people are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered, forgive them anyway…..the good you do today people will often forget tomorrow, do good anyway…give the world the best you have and it may never be enough, give it the best you have anyway….for in the final reckoning it is between you and God….it never was between you and them…..ANYWAY…..

I was one of that person who never believes in miracles as such, always tried to rationalise things with valid reason behind it……for me there was no coincidences in life, but eventually with the set of different events my perception changed….and here I am a totally transformed person who believes that *A coincidence is a small miracle where God prefers to remain anonymous*

It was April 2008, and I was confined to home since January 2008….suddenly I thought about reading a book, which was gifted by Mukesh almost a year back…. Khalil Gibran’s Prophet….it was a lengthy book and at that time I kept it aside….it was almost a year and I take out that book. Though it appears to be very lengthy but still I decided to read it….and believe me it was one of the best book I came across….while reading that book suddenly I find two papers lying in between the pages….and it was then I realized how God send us messages via strange coincidences…..It was a poem written by “Erica Shea Liupaeter”….and since then this poem becomes my inspiration….sharing this beautiful poem with all of you ….may be I also succeed in sending across God’s message to someone who might looking for an answer after losing their loved ones…..God bless All….

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.
And said my place was ready in Heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind, all those things I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I’d say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, that could never be,
For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from his great golden throne.

He said, “This is eternity, and all I’ve promised you. Today your life on Earth is past, and here it starts anew”.
“I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day’s the same day, there’s no longing for the past”.
“But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were times you did some things,
you know you shouldn’t do”.
“But you have been forgiven, and now at last you’re free,
So won’t you take my hand now and share my life with Me”.
So when tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.

~ By Erica Shea Liupaeter

* Pic Source Internet

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God doesn’t make orange juice, God makes oranges…..

July 5th, 2010

When you squeeze an orange, nothing will ever come out of it except orange juice. It doesn’t matter who squeezes it – a child, an adult, a professional, a blind person – it likewise doesn’t matter what time you squeeze it – noon, morning, or when you’re sick …whenever you squeeze an orange, the only thing that will come out is what’s inside.

The same principle applies to us. Someone squeezes you…..that is, someone puts pressure on you, says something about you that you don’t like, and out of you comes hatred, anger, fear, stress, tension … why? Is it because of your boss or your mother or your children? … what comes out of you when someone squeezes you always is what’s inside. This is the vital principle of being a no-limit person.

Our living is determined not so much by what life brings to us as by the attitude we bring to life, not so much by what happens to us as by the way our mind look at what happens.

Sharing one of my favorite quote with you ~ “have courage for the great sorrows of life & patience for the small ones, and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. GOD IS AWAKE. – Victor Hugo”

So, be yourself & have faith in God. When someone blames you, accuses you or tarnishes your image…..just smile coz GOD KNOWS ALL…… If you have any hatred in your heart for anyone in this world or anger or fear, it has nothing to do with the rest of the world. It only has to do with what you put inside and how does it get there inside of you!!! AS YOU THINK……

…….Only as you think.”

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Soul Mate ~ Bas itna sa kwaab hai….

June 26th, 2010

Came across a thought provoking article few days back;

Sharing with you…..some random thoughts…….

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;

Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven’t, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name
One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen.

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn’t want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won’t like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won’t, simply because you won’t like it, even though you say otherwise.

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this………

* pic source- internet

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