.....and that is why i am an atheist.

Isn't this thing called God an escape from miseries of this world ? An answer to the question that we dont want ourselves to answer ?
Yes it is . It is an open ended answer to the hard questions one encounters in life. We can add what we want to , what satisfies our psyche .
If there is this GOD , then good people should not die , and bad people should not live . Does that happen ?
Were the 21 people that died in Bombay yesterday were all bad people ? were 50 people who got killed in that train accident were bad people ? You got any answers , sir ?
No because you are dumb , and you are going to believe in what was told to you by your parents . Go to temples and offer prayers to lifeless idols , and not care about any living thing around you, not care about people around you.
You play dirty politics , fool around people ,hurt them as much as you can , engage in corruption , eat away somebody's else share , let people get killed in front of you , care about your foolish ego , dont give a damn about any poor lying on the street ,and you say you believe in God.
You kill people for power , swallow somebody's wealth and offer it in temple ( or whatever alike ) , be over smart and think others are dumb asses , try to control masses , are jealous of success of others , are communal and you think that polluted Ganga will make you pious.
I may be also doing some of these things , but then atleast i am true to my sub conscious , and that is why why i dont believe in God.
Do you have one reason why do you believe in God ?. I cited many why i dont.

lets live

I can smell a sunshine , behind clouds up a mile
What a nice view ,
Hey ! Can u feel the dew.
Life is a gift , let us live
onto ourselves and how we wish
Life is a rock , let us write
the fable , defying clock
Life is fun , let us run
and play , hide and seek , lets have it done.
Life is music , let us compose it
and play , the blissful beat.
Life is you , sitting on the last bench
and wanting hold my hand
Life is you , waiting till 10
and doing me a text
Life is you, saying you will not call
ever , but doing it next hour
life is you , forgetting the ATM card
and looking at me.
Life is you , life is me
and life is how we have lived.
Life is you , life is me
and life is how it was
Life is you , life is me
and life is how it is
Life is you , life is me
and life is how it would be,
forever , you with me.

No home

The only sound in the mind is
whistling of blood flowing head to toe

The only line in the rhyme is
wait , and walk again , Hero !

The only air i breathe is
one that is moist and is slow

The only feel i have is
that there are thousand splendid suns

The only thing i know is
that i have loaded all my guns

The only pain i want is
when a heart blasts and
when a head burns

the only water i drink is
that comes from two seas apart

The only thing i do is
hold myself and split in million parts

The only time i write is
when i am happy or
i have angst

and i know i am loved not for
who am i but
how are my text

So let the words roam
in my mental Rome
So let my rhyme sleep
with me in my dome.
Because they have like my dreams
No home , sirs !
Because they are like my dreams
and are alone , Sirs !

The Eternality of change

There is one thing as eternal as this time is : Change.
Tell who and what has not changed with passage of time . You and me are mere mortals. Even the eternal time has changed with time itself.
I miss my childhood when i would sit down before TV with my sister to watch MOGLI on sunday mornings ; when there was no cable and dish TV and we would wait for fridays to watch a movie on DD 1 at 9.30 pm ; when we used to get our school diaries checked by our teacher in Zero period.
Old days always seem good . Ain't they ?

Time travels faster beyond timelines and to carru on with the pace , i changed the blog design.
But can a superficial change last forever ?
Ironically , i know the answer.

Hazarron khwahishen aisi

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Daray kyon mera qaatil? kya rahega us ki gardan par?
Voh khoon, jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yoon dam-ba-dam nikle

Daray kyon mera qaatil? kya rahega us ki gardan par?
Voh khoon, jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yoon dam-ba-dam nikle


Nikalna khuld se aadam ka soonte aaye hain lekin
Bahot be-aabru hokar tere kooche se hum nikle


Bharam khul jaaye zaalim! teri qaamat ki daraazi ka
Agar is tarahe par pech-o-kham ka pech-o-kham nikle

Magar likhvaaye koi usko khat, to hum se likhvaaye
Hui subaha, aur ghar se kaan par rakh kar qalam nikle

Hui is daur mein mansoob mujh se baada aashaami
Phir aaya voh zamaana, jo jahaan mein jaam-e-jaam nikle


Hui jin se tavaqqa khastagi ki daad paane ki
Voh ham se bhi zyaada khasta e tegh e sitam nikle

Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeenay aur marnay ka
Usi ko dekh kar jeetay hain, jis kaafir pe dam nikle


Zara kar jor seene par ki teer-e-pursitam niklejo
Wo nikle to dil nikle, jo dil nikle to dam nikle


Khuda ke waaste parda na kaabe se uthaa zaalim
Kaheen aisa na ho yaan bhi wahi kaafir sanam nikle

Kahaan maikhane ka darwaaza Ghalib aur kahaan vaaiz
Par itna jaantay hain kal voh jaata tha ke ham nikle

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle...


Mirza Ghalib