Lafzon ki is paheli me hum yun khoye hue hain,
Ki is zindagi ki berehmi bhi yun hi seh jaaye,
Ab to zabaan bas waqt ki mohtaaj hai,
Kab wo tehre, aur hum alvida keh paayen…
रोज़ उठती है तेरी याद इन आखोँ में, फिर ढलती है मेरे लबों पर आसूं बनकर!! (Your memories start everyday in my eyes, and they end on my lips as tears!)
Ab to pighal gaya hai har jazbaat mera, dard bas gaya hai saugat bankar….— (via uliveinmyheart)
I turned over the leaf of my calender about 25 mins back. And with that I ended 24 complete hours. I ended, thousands of seconds that I let pass by, idling on the couch or sprawling on the bed. And all of this, suddenly has begun to pinch. Confined by the daily worries, we hardly seem to pay attention to the time we simply waste. For instance, being a readomaniac, my passion for books never died. However, these days I hardly throw a glance at the best releases around me. Actually, I hardly know any! And flipping over the calender leaf, I wonder. Why is that I dont have the slightest idea of the major releases? What is it that is preventing my to explore, to open up? To get out and reach for the skies?
The resonance of unavailability of time is deafening. And I want to learn. I want to read. I want to listen to music. There’s so much of what I want. With every new calender leaf, a new haste begins. Towards terminating the haste with which life slams itself on my face.