Aaj teri yaad fir chali aayee hai

Jindagi hamein kis mod pe le aayee hai,

Beech hamare sirf shikve aur ruswayee hai..

Kabhi saath the aye humsafar,

Abb main hoon aur meri tanhai hai..

Chodd aaye the jin galiyon ko,

Unki pukar aaj fir kaanon tak chali aayee hai..

Socha tha ki bhoola kar tujhe chal padenge apni manjil,

Na jaane kyun, aaj teri fir yaad chali aayee hai..

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Sinking Ship

You can save a ship which has 'just started' sinking, never the ones which are 'about to sink.'

Best you can do is to collect whatever you can, leave the sinking ship and...... move on

Hypocrisy and me

Hypocrisy:

▶ n

1. insincerity by virtue of pretending to have qualities or beliefs

that you do not really have

2. lip service - an expression of agreement that is not supported by

real conviction

All this while I considered myself not being a hypocrite, someone who hates hypocrisy, in any form whatsoever.

But lately I've realized that I myself belong to this clan.

I have talked about being with your loved ones, no matter what. But I myself generally end up being the first one to leave them in high seas.

I talk about being the loser who would fight even for lost causes. But my last few actions say otherwise. I always end up getting a reason to call it quit; latest one being '.. its not worth it.'

All these have made me think whether I'm really the one who I think I'm or what people say about me is true: mean, selfish, egoistic, thankless, and God knows what all. The more I analyze, the bigger hypocrite I find myself to be; which actually makes me hate myself. Hating myself makes me part of general population, because hate is the feeling people generally relate me to.

But since I can't be amongst common man, I should love myself.

See, that is exactly I was talking about: hypocrisy.

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There's nothing in this universe that can't be explained. Eventually.

Dreams... Hope...

हर किसी को मुकम्मल जहां नहीं मिलता,
कभी ज़मी तो कभी आसमां नहीं मिलता...

Kabhie Kabhie..

कभी-कभी मेरे दिल में ख़याल आता है,

कि जिंदगी तेरी जुल्फों की नर्म छाओं में

गुजर्ने पाती तो शादाब हो भी सकती थी..

ये रंज-ओ-ग़म की स्याही जो मेरे सीने में छाई है,

तेरी नज़र की शुवाओं में खो भी सकती थी..

मगर ये हो ना सका...

मगर ये हो ना सका, और अब ये आलम है,

कि तू नही, तेरा ग़म नहीं, और तेरी जुस्तजू भी नही..

गुज़र रही है कुछ इस तरह जिंदगी जैसे, 

इसे किसी सहारे कि आरज़ू भी नही..

ना कोई राह, ना मंजिल, ना रौशनी का सुराग,

भटक रही है अंधेरों में जिंदगी मेरी..

इन्ही अंधेरों में रह जाऊंगा में कहीं खो कर,

मैं जानता हूँ मेरी हमनफ़स मगर यूँही..

कभी कभी मेरे दिल मैं ख़याल आता है..

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This dialog from movie "Kabhi-Kabhi" was one of first few filmy lines I remembered in totality.

Came across once again while searching for an oldie-goldie song.... 

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