Bewaqt waqt

Waqt ke panne Kuch yoon aise paltey 

Ki waqt bhi yoon tham sa gaya 
Bewaqt bhi 

woh waqt aisa aaya 

Ki jaise 

lamha woh saara simat sa gaya 


Jaana pehchana anjaan

Thama tha woh

Bikhra tha woh

Bekha tha woh

sulga tha woh 

uljha tha woh

suljha tha woh 

Gira tha woh

utha tha woh 

Phir bhi na jaaney kyun 

Sehma tha woh 

Ruka tha woh 

uske liyen 

ya usse aagey badney

ka rasta dekhne ko 

Kya tha woh 

kyun tha woh 

bas khud hi sawal ban Gaya tha woh 

jawab toh hazar they 

par Ek bhi de Saka na woh 

sulajh kar bhi 

ulajh Sa Gaya tha woh 

jaaney kiske intezar mein tha woh 

Waqt bad Gaya 

na bad Saka woh

Shayad darr sa Gaya tha woh 

Khoney ka tha usse yeh darr

ya door honey ka usse 

jo bhi tha 

anjaan tha woh usse 

aur khud se

jaana pehchacha sa 

anjaan tha woh 

sulajhkar bhi 

uljha sa tha woh

“FEMINISM”- Most Misintepreted Term in This Era

I don’t know where to begin from! But, to begin with I would like to question you people what do you think of the term feminism??? And to all those feminists out there, I want to question you people as well. What do you think you are- a pseudo feminist or a pro-feminist???

Well, the actual meaning of feminism is as following:

“Feminism is a range of political movements, ideologies, and social movements that share a common goal: to define, establish, and achieve equal political, economic, personal, and social rights for women. This includes seeking to establish equal opportunities for women in education and employment.”

At least this is what the Google says. I already know this but what about those who have commonly misinterpreted this term???

I know that the feminist struggle in India has been a long one, and it’s still obviously nowhere near its goal of equality between men and women.

Women still have plenty to contend with: the proverbial glass-ceiling at work, casual everyday sexism, no apparent decrease in cases of assault, and cops and politicians still blaming everyone and everything .

However, some Indian laws are actually in a woman’s favour. Of course, there are always men who cry foul about this, and launch ridiculous campaigns that becry men as the forgotten gender, and call for an end to ‘discrimination’ against men.

The real tragedy, however, are the uncertain number of women who use the admittedly sparse benefits of being a woman in India for their personal, unfair gain. While there is nothing wrong with reaping the perks women have in society, there is a problem when individual women use it to disadvantage or malign others.

One of the most common of such occurrences is the issue with reserved seats on buses and reserved compartments on local trains. I do not deny the need for them; more than a right, or even a privilege, as they’ve been dubbed, they are more of a necessity for women to travel in relative security, away from the eyes and hands of unsavoury characters, at least for the duration of their journey. This is the precise reason I use ladies’ reserved seats, myself.

But, I have personally witnessed several instances where young, able-bodied women have demanded that senior gentleman to give their auto to these girls because they are “women” and trust me this gentleman was too old, most probably in eighties and walked with a stick.

I also watched while a college girl hopped onto the general compartment of a metro, found no vacant seats, then walked up to a young man and asked him to give her his seat, on account of her being a woman. He refused, and rightly so, seeing as she chose to enter the general compartment in spite of the compartments reserved for her.

These instances, while unfair, do not cause debilitating damage. They just leave the inconvenienced men and other bystanders with a distorted view of what feminism actually is.

But what about the cases where, in order to implicate men against whom they nurse a grudge, women falsely accuse men of rape? The men may or may not have caused them some form of trauma, but they are innocent of the crime they are being accused of.

Accusations like these not are not only illegal, but they cause extreme humiliation and anguish for the men they’re levelled against, they also discredit the actual past, present and future victims of rape.

A false accusation by one woman immediately causes a shadow of doubt over women who’ve actually survived rape, and this isn’t something we need in a culture that’s already lax about taking genuine rape cases seriously.

People misusing feminism often have a ready excuse, saying, “Women have suffered for years, it’s alright to take advantage of our rights now.”

This isn’t true. By abusing the rights our forbears fought for, we insult them by stooping down to the level of what they fought against. And by being this way you are just being a pseudo-feminist instead of being a pro-feminist.Pseudo feminist achieve their ill motives by taking this platform as a medium. Whereas, pro-feminist do not expect to be specially treated nor do they accept bias in their favor, all they claim is equality in all ways.

It is the pseudo feminists who are losing their ground and trying to steer away this movement from the core issues. There are still many places in this world where women are still lagging behind and are not given the right platform to come up with their ideas. To add on to this, women are ill-treated and are not credited for their skills or merit. Hence, for their welfare we still need to have pro-feminist groups. However, the pro-feminine movement will never lose its meaning because it has empowered women, boosted their confidence, has made them self sustainable. They have never portrayed men in the bad picture. Equality was all what they asked for and have achieved and will achieve the not achieved.

For the sake of the betterment of life, and the general upliftment of women , we need to stop being biased and a pseudo feminist.


Tum pareshaan ho aur hum bhi pareshaan se hain..
Ab to bas kehne ko hi hum insaan se hain.
Zindaghi ke kitaab ke panne…
Syaahi ke rung mein rung ke hairaan se hain.

Hum nigaahein mila to lete hain
Aur nafrat chupa bhi lete hain
Jab zaroorat kisi ko aajaye
Unse daaman bacha bhi lete hain.

Ab to hasrat hai sitaro ki humein..
Chaand pe jabse Insaan ne kadam rakkha hai.
Kya hai burai achchai ke aagey
Maano kohraam hua rakkha hai

Ghair hain sab bas ye jism o jaan apne hain..
Aur ek dil hai jiske hazaar sapne hain.
Tum pareshan se ho aur hum bhi parehsan se hain
Ab toh bas Kehne ko hum Insaan se hain.

Note: This poem is inspired by the human nature these days and that so called humanity  which is lost  in this mechanical world.


This following article is about the people suffering from depression .

There was a long talk about Deepika Padukone an Indian actress having depression and when she talked about it some people said that it was her PR team who worked on it . Some even said that how can she have a depression ? After all she is rich, famous, she has everything. Well, according to my personal view even if her Pr team worked on something like that, I am glad they worked on something like depression. At least it’s good to spread awareness about it.  According to some great people depression can strike to only those who are poor, infamous, who fail in achieving things. Though I wonder what about Robin Williams, Sankalp Anand, Simone Battle,Philip Seymour Hoffman ,Tony Scott, Amy winehouse, Marilyn Monroe, and many more… As far as I remember they were all celebrities, rich, famous. They had thousands of fans and hell lot of money. Then what was the reason for them to commit suicide??? There is no reason such as selfishness for them to suicide. All of them commuted suicide due to depression. 

But, I heard one such thing today and I have heard this same thing before also people say he or she committed suicide because he or she was selfish and wanted to seek some attention!!!  Wow!!! Heights!!!Would anyone tell me what will the person do of that attention after  his/her death??? 

If a poor person commits suicide he/she is coward and if a rich person does so he /she is selfish. Isn’t this theory great??

no, it’s not!

You say that for someone with a successful career and family to commit suicide is selfish. Fine. Your opinion, you’re entitled to have it, however much we may disagree.

But why would you want to publicly declare that the recently deceased is selfish? Especially when the news has only just broken, and people are clearly sad about the whole thing? Why is getting in to criticise the deceased when they’ve only just passed so important to you? What service are you providing by doing so, that makes you so justified in throwing accusations of selfishness around?

Do you think that depression is “fashionable?” And by criticising the sufferers you can deter others from “joining in”? Granted, we hear more about depression than we used to these days, but then we know what it is now. We see a lot more photos from Mars these days, because we have the means of doing so now, not because it’s suddenly trendy.

Perhaps you are trying to deter anyone else who might read your views from considering suicide themselves? Given that statistics suggest that one in four people suffer some sort of mental health problem, this isn’t that unlikely an occurrence. But if someone is genuinely depressed and feels their life is worthless, seeing that others consider their feeling selfish can surely only emphasise their own self-loathing and bleakness? It suggests that people will hate them even in death.

Maybe you know some people who have “attempted” suicide purely for attention? Fair enough; a debatable conclusion, but even if you’re right, so what? Surely someone who succeeds at committing suicide is a genuine sufferer who deserves our sympathy?

Perhaps you feel that those expressing sorrow and sadness are wrong and you need to show them that you know better, no matter how upsetting they may find it? And this is unselfish behaviour how, exactly?

A brilliant but tortured individual has taken his own life, and this is a tragedy. But levelling ignorant accusations of selfishness certainly won’t prevent this from happening again. People should never be made to feel worse for suffering from something beyond their control.

So it’s high time to educate people about such mental disorders . Let’s educate people about depression. Let’s help people suffering from depression.

Let’s help them to recover because a semi colon is better than a full stop.

#project survival


Imagine a book you delve deeper and deeper into every passing meaty page.

This particular book something so undeniably coherent and understandable.

The words in rhythm with the pulse of the heart till you think can there be more?
The last pages are inherently contained in the first.

And even the first pages want to feel like unity.

But it all ends…
Because all that the book with its pages were words that the book itself didn’t attach meaning to.

It only was an experience relived in the mind of the reader.

Yet the book not knows of its beauty

and It’s essence which made the reader come back to it ever so often.
For it remains dead. Inanimate.

Oblivious to the storm it created in the readers heart.
Now, that it’s gone.

With no other book coming close to stirring his heart anymore.

The storm withers taking with it what made the heart move.
“What or who would me my eternal book” she thought letting her pen drop down like her descent from her escapes.

Note: I wrote this poem long time back but today someone’s mail just reminded me of this…

zindagi ek safar suhana

Zindagi ek safar suhana

Zindagi ek safar suhana

Thoda jaana-pehchana,thoda anjaana

Har raat ke baaad ek naya sawera,

Kahin pe dhoop,kahin pe andhera,

Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Thoda jaana pehchana,thoda anjaana


Zindagi ek safar suhana

Kabhi bigadana,kabhi banana

Kabhi roothna,kabhi manana

Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Thoda jaana-pehchana, thoda anajaana

 Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Badalte log , badalta zamana

Kabhi rulana ,kabhi hasana,

Badalte waqt ke saath ek naya fasana,

Nayi kahani,naya zamana,

zindagi ek safar suhana,

thoda jaana-pehchna, thoda anjana

Zindagi ek safar suhana,

Thoda jana-pehchana, thoda anajaana

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi

pal do pal mein hai yoon badli.

jo khushiya deti thi woh cheeze choti-choti

aaj naseeb bhi nahi woh khushiyan

jabki cheeze hui hain yoon badi.

Waqt bhi badla, halaat bhi,

logon ki soch bhi badli aur jazbaat bhi

Bura Waqt bhi hai yoon guzra,

Kismat bhi hai yoon badli,

na thi Jo khwahishein, aaj woh bhi hui puri ,

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi ,

pal do mein hai yoon badli.

Waqt ke saath zindagi toh hui hai aalishan

par khoi hai woh choti-choti yaadein

jinme kal tak basti thi jaan

Na hi thi kuch khwahishein

naa hi they kuch armaan

phir bhi jaise badla ho

yeh pura jahaan

Mukhtasar si thi zindagi

Pal do pal mein hai yoon badli


Beauty exists in the eyes of beholder 

Today while I was going somewhere I saw some people making fun of a woman on her looks. According to me she was like any normal lady but according to these ******** she was ugly as her face was looking but burnt and some scars were there. They called her ugly and by various absurd names. This made me really sick and I really felt disgusted about how can one make fun of of such things. Why the hell people don’t realise what the other person would have been going through???

This incident really made me think that are we human have become so insesnsitive , ride, mean and selfish??? Are we humans so pathetic that for our own fun we can degrade the other person???

I have always believed that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder and in the contemplative mind of the observer. A noble mind finds no more or malice in the objects. His mind is in complete harmony with the milieu that exists around him while others with mundane outlook may find holes in third ngs and this miss the real beauty innate in the objects under there very nose. A healthy mind discovers beauty in things that is beyond normal vision. Human mind is at its best when it contemplates beauty in things from its sensuous or spiritual touch. An optimist looks at the bright side things which an open mind that are fully beautiful; oh the other hand , mean find a scar even on the moon. It is a credit to a sound mind that it sees nothing but beauty in things that always exist in one form or the other. The most monumental tribute to beauty comes from the mind which contemplates things in all there colors and forms. Thus, the beauty exists in the eyes of beholder.