There are days
when I get up and it feels like I would not be able to make it through this
one.. But then, I do make it, and I reach the night fully exhausted with the
survival game of the day.. At that time, at the very end of the day, there is
only one hope that leads me to sleep.. That tomorrow will be a new day.. that
tomorrow will not be about surviving, that tomorrow will be about life.. But
then, there dawns the day again – the same feeling engulfs me.. and the very
same hope every night!!
"Roz manaoon khuda se ki ye chubhan kayam rahe.. Bina is dard ke dil ke hone ka kya saboot kayam hai..?"
- Swati
"Subah ki os ki har boond mein ek aansun kaid hai.. Phool ki har pankhuri mein ek ankaha dard kaid hai.. Bagh mein faili bhini khushboo mein bechaini kaid hai.. Is khubsurat manzar mein roz chandni se milne ki ek tamanna kaid hai.."
- Swati
"Khuda
kehta hai mujhse apna le is zindagi ko..
Jahan kehta hai mujhse apna le is berukhi ko..
Woh kehta hai mujhse apna le is dillagi ko..
Par dil kehta hai mujhse apna le is dil ki lagi ko.."
- Swati
"
Har lehar ek lehar ke aane ka intezaar..
Har dhadkan uski dhadkan ki hone ka aitbaar..
In lehron se seekha gham ko baha dene ka andaaz..
Har lehar ka doobna nayi lehar ka aagaaz"
"Dil ki hook kuch aur badh
jaati hai..
Pyaar ki doori kuch aur asehniye ho jaati hai..
Baarish to dukhon ko dhone aati hai..
Bus mujhe hi ye aansuon mein jala jaati hai.."
-Swati
"Paani barsa to har ek dil tarsa..
Bachpan se Shaitani..
Ladakpan se Deewangi..
Jawani se Rawani..
Budhape se Befikri..
Har ek dil se nikle ek daur ki kahani.."
"The maze of judgement.. The haze of emotion.. The complexity of love.. The tranquility of soul.. The serenity of prayer.. The infinity of almighty.. The restlessness of question.. The helplessness of answer.. The need of reasoning.. The greed of truth.. The miracle of birth..
The certainty of death..
That is the reality of this commotion called life! "
"Pieces of glass on the floor.. a stranger's name on the door.. painful memories on the wall.. space for skeletons in the hall.. a bed of thorns to sleep.. lots of corners to weep.. this is what I call my own.. a home waiting for its tomb-stone.."
-Swati
"I used to know this rain and it would talk to me.. the love it would shower lightly.. the anger it would shower harshly.. the energy it would shower brightly.. the remenance it would shower heartily.. i used to know this rain and it would walk with me.. And now, i wait for it to pour me a tear.. But, all it does is tremble and turn a deaf ear!!"