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3 Days Lyrical Challenge- Day 2

After my first and very recent song in the challenge, today I use a very, very old one. Call me old fashioned, but what can I say except the fact that I love this song too.

The song is from the movie ‘Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai’

Music : Jaikishan Dayabhai Panchal, Shankar Singh Raghuvanshi
lyrics : Shailendra (Shankardas Kesarilal)
Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

The lyrics to the songs are purely mesmerizing.

Ajib Dastan Hai Yeh
Kaha Shuru Kaha Khatam
Yeh Manjile Hai Kaun Si Naa
Woh Samajh Sake Naa Ham
Ajib Dastan Hai Yeh
Kaha Shuru Kaha Khatam
Yeh Manjile Hai Kaun Si Naa
Woh Samajh Sake Naa Ham
Yeh Roshni Ke Sath Kyu
Dhuan Utha Chirag Se
Yeh Roshni Ke Sath Kyu
Dhuan Utha Chirag Se
Yeh Khwab Dekhti Hu Mai
Ke Jag Padi Hu Khwab Se
Ajib Dastan Hai Yeh
Kaha Shuru Kaha Khatam
Yeh Manjile Hai Kaun Si Naa
Woh Samajh Sake Naa Ham
Mubarke Tumhe Ke
Tum Kisi Ke Nur Ho Gaye
Mubarke Tumhe Ke
Tum Kisi Ke Nur Ho Gaye
Kisi Ke Itne Pas Ho Ke
Sab Se Dur Ho Gaye
Ajib Dastan Hai Yeh Kaha
Shuru Kaha Khatam
Yeh Manjile Hai Kaun Si Naa
Woh Samajh Sake Naa Ham
Kisi Kaa Pyar Leke Tum
Naya Jahan Basaoge
Kisi Kaa Pyar Leke Tum
Naya Jahan Basaoge
Yeh Sham Jab Bhi Aayegi
Tum Hamko Yad Aaoge
Ajib Dastan Hai Yeh
Kaha Shuru Kaha Khatam
Yeh Manjile Hai Kaun Si Naa
Woh Samajh Sake Naa Ham

Okay I got nothing more to say about this song. Tell me about your views on this if you have heard this song (Chances are many might not have considering it’s age) or else simply tune in to this-

Three Day Lyrical Challenge – Day 1

Recently I have been nominated for this musical challenge by  the_aestheticspirit. I have come to love her work, and if you give her a peep I am pretty sure you will love her work too. She writes wonderful prose and poems, and has a very insightful mind and a lovely heart.

So for my Day 1, I choose a very heart touching song, which has a melody which sways me with a rhythm which I had not known until it’s release which is sadly very recently. This song is a from a Bollywood movie’s album, which isn’t even present in the movie and most people have not even heard it. At least most people that I know tell me that they haven’t heard of it. But the first time I heard it I was hooked, gripped, stuck, clutched by it. Not the tune, but the music, the rhythm, the lyrics, the song, it mesmerizes me as a unit. The lyrics touch my ‘Rooh’ (Soul)

Okay, I guess I have put up high hopes for the song, you might not even like it, the choice is yours. But I take the liberty to call it one of my favourites for this year.

The song is ‘Tab bhi Tu from the album of ‘October’. (Sadly the songs aren’t present in the movie)

Singer- Rahat Fateh Ali Khan

Music- Anupam Roy

Lyrics- Tanveer Ghazi.

Meri rooh karegi fariyad
Meri saasein kahin kho jayengi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Jab rakh banega yeh suraj
Aur dhoop dhuaan ho jayegi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Sajde ki tarah phir aakhein jhukin
Phir palkein namazi huyin
Tere zikra mein thi kuchh aisi nami
Sookhi saasein bhi taazi huyin

Jab umra ki awara baarish
Sab rang mere dho jayegi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Taveez hai meri mutthi mein
Taveez mein hai tasveer teri
Uljhi si lakeerein hath mein hain
Tu suljhaaye takdeer meri.

Jab waqt karega chhal mujhse
Takdeer khafa ho jayegi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

Meri rooh karegi fariyad
Meri saasein kahin kho jayengi
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna
Tab bhi tu mere sang rehna

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Well, I find the song as good as the movie, simply like a poem, beautiful and something which touches your soul and wraps its arms around it to comfort you with something you have never had.

PS: Participate if you like this concept, or else simply tune in to this

The Problem Of Calling It ‘A Problem’.

The situation usually one deals with is that where, as a human, you create a problem, then worry over it, then scale the said problem, then you work it out and then finally you get it done with. The problem is then forgotten, learnt from and in the distant past soon. That is the usual plan, right, when it comes to dealing with your problems in life, big or small?

But off late I have been acquainted with another problem, or should I say a problem of looking at this problem matter? Very recently I have been analysing it differently. Yes, we all have problems, I get it. No one’s life is a cake-walk. But now I know there could be another situation too, another very raw way to look at the said problems. In this second situation, as a human you create problems, then worry over it, then scale it with all your other problems, weight the importance of this problem, and then before even solving it, you scale your problems with someone else’s problems, then you realise that your problem may not be of even a little worth in comparison to the other persons’. Then guilt pricks you, gnaws at you, crawls all over you, to even think about your problem as a problem. Then, that guilt becomes your problem, for even thinking that you had a problem when all this while other people have real important matters to look into. And finally, with that guilt, comes back your first problem, and you start wondering how do you even define this problem as a problem? You want to let it go, without calling it a crisis, but it knock you back down and doesn’t let you get up until you call it with its previous name, ‘the problem’.

So the second situation has two problems, and no solution? The guilt keeps haunting you, and then somehow you just move on? You have no solution because, solutions are meant for problems, but you constantly reject the idea of it being called a problem. How can you? You have seen worst and now you want to fuss over your little princess problems? But unless you try and get it done with you just have to keep dealing with the problems….

I have no idea what I have written above here. But honestly, if you get me, what can a person possibly do in such a situation?

Waking Up With A Smile.

I woke up with a smile today!! Yeah, I was as surprised. Just before I was coming back to consciousness, bidding good bye to my unconscious or absolute unconscious, there was a light shy smile on my face. Yes, I could feel it all, almost know why I was smiling too. But just then I woke up and realized that I was smiling. How was it possibly even true? I barely smile awake, I mean to say, I laugh, a lot, but smiling is different to me and there I was smiling pretty smiles in my dreams, in my sleep. And just then fear gripped me for smiling and I stopped immediately and came back to reality. I woke up.

 

But it would be good if I could remember exactly why I was smiling about, what was so good, even if in my dreams that made me smile. Why couldn’t I have it in reality? What was it in my dreams? Why was it in my dreams? What was so fulfilling? Why did I forget it? I sure remember all the nightmares, so accurately, so precisely then why couldn’t I remember the one dream that I want to remember!!

“They”

 

They say

I didn’t fight enough

They don’t know

How my body aches

How my body has

Lost the feeling to

Feel the pain.

 

They say

I didn’t raise my voice enough

They don’t know

How my throat itches

How my voice has

Completely lost the feeling to

Feel the voice.

 

They say

I did not repulse

I did not revolt

They say the fault

Is mine.

 

I can’t blame anyone

They say

That I was wrong

And they were right

They were strong

And I was weak.

 

They say

My demeanor should be composed

My anger should be subsumed

They say

It is not a big thing

It is just a passing fling.

 

They say

I am the devil

I am my own fall

They say

I am the ill

I am the cause.

 

They say

I didn’t fight enough

They say

I didn’t raise my voice enough

They don’t know

My lungs gave way

Screaming into void

They don’t know

That my armor

Rests in peace

Fighting for my life.

Yet they say

I didn’t revolt

Yet they say

I was wrong and they

Were strong

They don’t know

That my blood

Distanced itself from my heart

They don’t know

That my soul embittered

On my body.

 

These “they”

Who are they?

Who are they

To make me the evil

Who are they

To judge me

For being the devil?

 

They don’t know me

Let alone my soul

They can’t judge me

Unless they can tell me

That they have fought

More than me

That they have

Screamed

Longer than me.

 

They don’t know me

They don’t know my battle

And yet,

“They” say….

 

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I still refrain to even believe in my rarest imaginations that I am anywhere near being a poet, despite all your comments on my previous posts. So, again I call this a vain attempt to try and write in as limited words as possible, and to express as far and as truthfully I can.

Fallen To This New Level!

 

I have fallen to this new stature

Cause, I have sat and done

Absolutely nothing despite being all alone.

 

I sat and stared

Stared at the dark wall,

Giving away ramifications of my past.

 

I sat; sat and stared at

I don’t know what,

Giving away only darkness.

 

I looked on at the wall

Thinking and rethinking

About I don’t even know what.

 

I have fallen to a new level

Cause I didn’t even realize

When the time ticked by

And it was no more the day,

I started thinking on.

 

I have fallen to this new level

Where I don’t even understand anything,

Where I have stopped feeling some things.

 

I sit and stare and think

Trying hard, very hard,

to only cry a very bit.

 

But I fathom,

I have fallen to a very new level

Where even crying seems to have

Gone away with a new fling

Drying my soul, not letting it brim.

 

I have fallen to this new depth this time

Cause I don’t even realize where I am.

Or how to climb up,

Or swim away.

Cause this time I don’t even reckon myself.

Cause this time, I don’t feel anything.

I sit and stare and think and the time keeps ticking

Trying to realize what I am even thinking,

But all I gather is I am at a new depth,

And now it is difficult to even keep climbing.

Difficult to even keep swimming.

 

I have fallen

And I keep falling,

I have drowned,

And I keep drowning.

I find a new level of

Nothingness,

Meaninglessness.

And I question myself

Where am I?

 

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Never been good with poems, never been a poet. This is just a vain attempt as always, and as all my previous attempts to try and write in as limited words as possible, and to express as far and as truthfully I can.

The Next Morning!

I was glaring at the TV in the dark, my vision unclear, blurred, I hardly knew what channel was switched on and I couldn’t possibly care less. I kept it on, on bearable volume only to feel myself accompanied.

 

I was slouched beside my study table, beside which the balcony door stood ajar, supported by the wall behind. There was the novel kept in front of me, that I was reading but I hardly remembered what was it about. All I could see were the tree leaves wavering outside, and all I could think of was, … wait, I could hardly think straight. No I could think of nothing, simply nothing.

 

I shifted in my seat, making myself more uncomfortable, instead of providing a little comfort. My leg was twisted and I could feel the slightest of pain then. But I did not twitch. I enjoyed the pain for a while, then when I was comfortable again, I simply did it again, bring the pain back, just for the sake of doing it, this time with my hands, and my fingers. My finger nails, digging down in my palms, and yet I could feel nothing; nope, not in a slightest. I guess all the drinks were playing their game then, making me numb. I smiled, and why? I had no idea about that.

 

My phone started buzzing, vibrating, and it was irritating me, the noise, the feeling. I fumbled to take it out of my pocket and cancelled the call. It was my friend. I knew what she would say, “You can talk to me” and I also knew that if I “talked” she would put on her earphones and all the while keep texting or playing some game and in the end she would very easily divert the topic, make it all about herself, and cut the call. I didn’t need that then!! No!!

 

It started vibrating again. My head was so full, it ached so much that I gripped my hair into my hands trying to just tear the pain apart. I just increased my pain. Furiously, I picked up the phone, mumbled something, which I really did not give a thought on and cut the call.

 

I sat there till late in the night. I don’t remember the time; I don’t even remember what exactly I was doing till then, what was I thinking about. All I remember is slowly walking or rather dragging myself towards my bed, and falling off to a deep sleep with the TV turned on.

 

And so I woke up the next morning with the same things I had gone to sleep with, a numbing pain, a throbbing head, and a dizzy mind, and yeah, not to forget the TV turned on.